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He fights for survival. She fights for love. In the brutal world of underground boxing, where fists carve destinies and love is a dangerous game, Alexander "The Revenant" Voss is a man haunted by demons. Scarred by a childhood of violence and a past soaked in blood, he believes he is incapable of love—until he meets Eve Laurent, a psychologist who sees through his armor. Their romance is as dark as it is beautiful, built on pain, passion, and the promise of something neither of them truly believes they deserve. But love is never enough. When the past returns with a vengeance, Alexander is forced to choose between redemption and destruction, between the ring and the woman who holds his fragile soul. In the end, some battles can only be won by losing everything.

Gloves & Sins

Carver saw an opportunity. Instead of letting Alexander die in the ring, he made him an offer—one last job, one last fight in exchange for Eve's freedom. But Alexander knew better. Carver didn't offer deals—he set traps. Still, the choice wasn't his alone. Eve wouldn't leave without him, and the only way to get out of this was to make Carver believe he was still under his control.

Carver leaned forward, his smile razor-sharp. "You want freedom, Alexander? Then earn it."

Alexander exhaled slowly, the weight of the night pressing on him. His body was broken, but his mind was clear.

"You want my soul?" he said, voice like gravel. "Take it. But you better be ready for the devil that comes with it."

Carver chuckled, his fingers drumming against the table. "That's the spirit. But let's be honest—you don't have a choice. You can either do this, or you and Eve rot here together."

Alexander's jaw tightened. He knew Carver well enough to understand that this was more than a simple deal—it was a power move. A test. If he refused, Eve would suffer first. Carver didn't make idle threats. He made statements.

The guards flanking Carver stood motionless, their hands resting on their holstered weapons. One wrong move, and the illusion of negotiation would shatter. Alexander forced his breathing to steady, weighing his options. If he accepted, he would be stepping deeper into Carver's grasp—but if he played it right, he might be able to turn the tables.

"What's the job?" Alexander asked, his voice cold.

Carver leaned back, amusement flickering in his sharp eyes. "A fight. Not like this one." He gestured vaguely toward the bloodstained ring. "Something... bigger. More important. You win, and we'll discuss your terms. You lose? Well, let's just say Eve won't be happy with the outcome."

Alexander's stomach coiled with restrained fury, but his face remained blank. He knew what Carver was doing—dangling Eve's safety in front of him like a carrot on a stick. But he played along.

Carver's smirk widened. "Not just who—where. This isn't some underground brawl. It's an event. The kind where men in suits bet fortunes, and the fighters don't always make it out alive. A death match. And you, Alexander, are the main attraction."

The weight of those words settled over him, thick and suffocating. A death match. No rules, no mercy. The kind of fight where victory meant barely crawling away, and failure meant being dragged out in a body bag.

Alexander's fists clenched at his sides. He had fought his way out of hell before—he could do it again.

"I'll do it," he said. "But I pick my terms."

Carver laughed, slow and mocking. "Oh, Alexander, you don't get to pick anything. But I admire the spirit. Let's see if it lasts."

He snapped his fingers, and the guards moved in, gripping Alexander's arms in an iron hold. He didn't fight back. Not yet. Not here.

Carver stood, straightening his suit. "Rest up. You'll need it. The real fight hasn't even begun."

As Alexander was dragged away, he didn't resist. He was already planning his next move.

He had no idea what kind of devil he had just unleashed.

CHAPTER 43: A Deal with the Devil