Bradley Tyler might just be the most obnoxious, stubborn man I've ever met. And every day working for him is hell…is what I might have said three years ago, when we first met and I became his assistant. But in those three years I've fallen slowly in love with my employer. He's the best boxer in his class, with muscles to match, and a soft side that not many see.

With his last fight approaching, I don't know what the future holds. I like him, and I think he might like me too. But the world beyond boxing is a scary one for Bradley, and I don't know if he'll take me along for the ride. What use is an assistant to a man who isn't even fighting any more?