Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2019

"Crash!"

When Abner hit the ground, his mouth filled with blood. The people training him stood by, cold and merciless. "This little bit of effort won't cut it. Your future opponents will be far tougher."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly rose from the ground. Abner was tougher than most, but right now, his entire body was screaming in pain. His arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, a testament to the unimaginable pain he had endured.

"Cough, cough, cough."

He was bruised all over, except for his face, which was miraculously untouched. That was the deal he made with these men-no hits to the face, so Shirley wouldn't notice anything was amiss. "Don't just stand there, hit me."

Every punch Abner threw was blocked and returned with interest. His opponent's eyes flickered with a hint of satisfaction. When they first sought out Abner, they thought he would be a disappointment. After all, what could a kid abducted to the hills at a young age amount to? They figured he would probably drool over a couple of grand.

If that had been the case, they might as well have just put a bullet in him.

But Abner was growing on them, showing an uncanny talent in nearly everything, even getting them excited about his potential. With the right grooming, this kid might just win the old man's approval.

the successor would be chosen, and with Abner's father's favorite son out of the picture due to a sudden car crash, they

from the hills stand a chance? That's why they had to train Abner in

was a quick study, a chip off the old block. The old man

"Crash!"

bloody glob, determined not to give up yet. The man in the black suit had told him, land ten good hits, and he'd earm another

Shirley, no

knocked down, the floor smeared with his blood, he lay there, struggling to get up. The man approached, fixing

well, kid. Your

for today. You can head back. We've got tutors lined up for you-your memory's something else, school stuff sticks with you. Next up,

we can wipe you off

mind on one thing.

a raw desire for cash. Money brings power, and with power comes everything else. At their level, money was just a number. But

out a check

before Abner.