All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter. It was in my blood to smack people around. Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.

I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door. I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose-colored glasses from that day on.

I had everything I ever wanted. The boy next door, inspiring career . . . until I didn't.

He hates me. I deserve that.

They say you have to fight for what you want . . . What they don't tell you is, it'll cost you more than you're willing to give to reach the top.

Contains mature themes.

© 2017 Tantor Media, Inc. (Hljóðbók): 9781515987178

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Hljóðbók: 25 januari 2017