I make the rules.

The Underground is mine. An MMA ring that I control. I call the shots. It is who and what I am. Here I am, Judge.

Except to her. She refuses to call me anything but Zachary.

I've wanted her for longer than I can admit, wanted to protect her, take care of her, and I have.

Only at a distance.

She knows it too. Knows what lengths I have gone and hates me for it.

And why shouldn't she? A bastard like me is exactly what she doesn't need, but by God, I don't care.

I am a man that gets what he wants. She was too young and too sweet to touch, but staying away has pushed my limits. My resolve has broken, and I will give up everything, do anything, to hear her say, I'm hers.