Chapter 8

Sam’s POV

The fight

I guess losing someone does make you stronger. Ever since Blake left me, I didn’t fear pain. Instead, it became my drug, my only source that could remove the numbness I felt inside me. Sam didn’t exist anymore. She was long gone, and the only thing that still reminded me of who I used to be was my brother.

A week after the last evening games I attended, I started my new job at one of the local clubs. I buried my old self, and since that day, I never existed anymore.

Besides cunning people, for money, I started cage fighting, and I never lost one fight. I guess if you lose your will to live, you fight differently.

I became known as the most reckless fighter in the city. Never afraid to take on a new opponent. I fought carelessly, didn’t care if I got beaten up badly, and all previous fighting techniques were gone. I enjoyed the pain.

I always liked a good beating before I attacked the opponent. I allowed them to believe they had the up