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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

The empire crumbles. The once-impenetrable walls of Carver's domain now burn, the flames licking the night sky like the devil's own fingers. The air is thick with smoke, screams, and the distant wails of sirens. Chaos reigns, but Alexander doesn't stop to admire his handiwork.

Alexander moves through the wreckage like a predator, every step laced with the weight of unfinished business. His muscles scream from the night's battles, but adrenaline numbs the pain. The only thing that matters is ending this—ending Carver. No more games. No more chains.

A strangled gasp, barely audible through the destruction. His heart lurches, and for the first time, hesitation creeps in.

He turns the corner and sees her—Eve, bound, bruised, a knife to her throat. And holding it, Carver. Wounded, furious, but grinning like the devil himself. Blood drips down his face, but his grip is steady.

"You think you've won?" Carver rasps, voice hoarse from pain. "You don't even understand the game."

Alexander's hand tightens around the gun at his side. He could end this. One shot. One bullet. The thought is intoxicating, a promise of peace. But Eve's wide, terrified eyes pull him back. Carver knows him too well. Knows exactly how to corner him.

Carver chuckles. "And what do I get in return? Mercy? You and I both know that isn't an option. So here's how this goes, boy—you drop the gun, or she dies."

Silence stretches between them, thick with unspoken history. Alexander's finger twitches on the trigger.

Eve shakes her head ever so slightly. Don't do it.

But it isn't a choice. Not really.

With a slow exhale, Alexander lowers the gun, letting it clatter to the ground. Carver grins wider, victory flashing in his eyes. But he forgets one thing—

The second Carver relaxes, Alexander moves. A single heartbeat. That's all he needs. He lunges, knocking the blade away, twisting Carver's arm until bone snaps. The scream is lost in the chaos, and then Alexander drives his fist into Carver's face—again, and again, and again—until blood stains his knuckles.

Until Eve's voice breaks through the haze.

His breath is ragged. His hands shake. Carver lies at his feet, unconscious, but alive. It would be so easy to finish him. So easy to end the nightmare. But Eve's hand on his arm pulls him back from the abyss.

He looks at her, at the woman who risked everything for him, and knows she's right. Killing Carver won't change the past. And maybe, just maybe, it isn't about winning. Maybe it's about walking away.

They step over the wreckage, side by side. Scarred, battered, but still standing.

As the first light of dawn breaks over the ruins of Carver's empire, Alexander exhales and murmurs,

"Freedom isn't something you win. It's something you fight for every single day."

CHAPTER 45: The Cost of Freedom