Jamie Clerkenwell (East London Mob)
Amy
We all left the gym. I was psyched up. I haven't had a fight like that since the devil's den. Well, even then, the competitors weren't anything like him. He oozed danger and killer all over him. The chemistry was sizzling, burning every cell of my body, urging me to continue and take him down by any ways and means. He was on my level, maybe better. He was a true fighter. I think he had felt the serge like I had my muscles burning, the blood pumping through every single vein in my body. I was high and not in ecstasy with the adrenaline pumping through my body.
Mason had stopped the fight, the one neither of us wanted to stop. It was like something had clicked in both of us. We wanted to continue to death. Once we heard his bellow, we snapped out
