Alexander won the fight, but victory had never felt so hollow. He stumbled out of the ring, gasping for breath, only to be met with deafening silence.
Eve was gone.
His world tilted as Carver's men dragged him into the locker room. And then his phone rang.
Carver's voice was a slow drawl, dripping with amusement. "You know, she put up a hell of a fight. Almost made me proud."
Alexander gripped the phone tighter. "Where is she?"
"She's waiting for you. But here's the thing, fighter—you come alone, or she dies."
Eve (to Carver, before being taken): "You think fear makes me weak? No. Fear makes me dangerous."
Alexander (on the phone with Carver): "If you touch her again, I won't just kill you—I'll make you beg me to."