Jacob
King by name, King by reputation.
Have you ever had a dream?
I have, and it was to be a fighter. I didn’t care what I had to do to become one. I’d soon become the best on the underground circuit, and I knew it.
I revelled in the atmosphere as the crowds chanted my name. The smell of the sweat and blood in the arena brought out the rage within.
But accomplishment brought sacrifice; something I never thought would happen.
Phoenix Clarke once worshipped the ground I walked on. Now, all she saw was a thug with a title.
My professional and personal life had turned into a battle of wills, but which one would win?
Phoenix
My dream was to become a nurse, and to care for people.
Jacob King was my future; we were a part of each other’s aspirations. I knew he wanted to be successful, and I was ready to help him achieve his dreams.
I wasn’t ready for him to change into someone I didn’t recognise.
Now, I spent more time patching him up than talking. It didn’t matter how much he got hurt, as long as the crowd chanted his name, he was happy.
He didn’t hear me anymore. I knew the end was coming.
I’d lost my fight.
If I loved him, I had to make a choice for us both.
He would always be my King, but could we find our way back to each other?
I guess that depended on Jacob.
