He fights to live… but can he fight for love?
When I’m in the ring, nobody can touch me. I fight the only way I know how – alone. She’s getting under my skin, but I can’t allow it. I can either love her or protect her, not both.
Being with me could get her killed. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay away from me…
My life is a prison, built of fear and money. The only time I feel alive is when I’m touching him. He’s like a drug to me. A drug I have to kick – for his sake as well as mine.
Being with me could get him killed. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away from me…