Joey P.O.V
I was struggling to breathe as my heart decided that it would be a good idea to stop breathing. My lungs felt like it was caving in as pain struck through my body at every punch that connected it. Even through the pain my eyes is on my love, the one that I am bound to protect with my life....even if I can't really do much to protect him.
"lift him up" A voice that I've never heard before said. The person who was punching me lifted my head up by my hair. Though it was painful I didn't show my weakness as I stared at the man. The man had blue eyes, night blue hair and look to be at least in his thirties. My mind may be deceiving but he looks like Dan.
"Mr.Joey your dad sold you to me as a street fighter" The man had on a blue suit and is fixing his tie. " today you're fighting
