~Jeremy’s POV~
Adrenaline. Danger. Anticipation.
The roars coming from the crowd surrounding me only fueled my blood. I could feel myself boiling. I flexed my chest as I approached the ring, the smell of sweat, blood, and beer reminding me that ‘here’ is exactly where I wanted to be.
The cage was my altar. My battlefield. Across me stood a beast of a man, chest gleaming under the lights, fists like boulders, ready to crush me. Bets had already been placed on us, hungry eyes watching, waiting to see who bleed first. Oh, how I loved this.
But for me, this wasn’t about money or entertainment. This was about release. About punishment. Every time I stepped into this ring, I wasn’t just fighting an opponent, I was fighting my ghosts. My anger. My shame. My father. My fate.
I cracked my knu
