A fighters story

Previously

…He had arrived in Lanarkshire with nothing but a suitcase and a reputation as a rebel. Now, he had a boxing hall full of men looking up to him, the fierce loyalty of Davie Stevenson, a miracle greyhound from The Bow Wow, and two beautiful sons sleeping safe under his roof. ​The foundations he was laying weren't just made of the bricks he baked by day. They were made of grit, laughter, and an unbreakable devotion to the people he loved. ​He turned down the wick of the oil lamp, plunging the room into the soft, peaceful glow of the hearth. For tonight, the world outside could howl all it wanted. Inside, the Maguire dynasty had officially begun.