Pain was a familiar companion when he woke.
His wrists were bound. His face throbbed. But none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was Eve.
She was gone.
A figure loomed over him—Carver's enforcer, a man built like a beast. "She's still alive. For now."
Alexander's heart pounded. He pulled at the restraints, rage fueling his every movement. The enforcer chuckled.
"You want her back? Fight for it."
The pit awaited. No rules. No mercy. And if he didn't win, he wouldn't just lose the fight—he'd lose Eve forever.