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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 air was thick with tension, heavier than the smoke curling from the ruined warehouse Alexander had left behind. He had expected retaliation, had braced for it. What he hadn't expected was the ghost standing before him now.

Alexander's pulse roared in his ears as he stared at the man he had once called family. Time had carved sharp edges into his brother's face, hardened his once-familiar features into something colder, crueler. He wore the look of a man who had long since abandoned love for power.

"You should have stayed dead, little brother." The words were calm, almost amused. "It would have been easier for everyone."

Alexander's fingers curled into fists. "Easier for who? Him?"

A smirk tugged at his brother's lips. "For you."

Alexander barely dodged in time, feeling the air shift as his brother's fist cut past his jaw. He countered immediately, driving his own punch into the man's ribs. A solid hit. But his brother barely flinched.

Pain had long since become irrelevant to both of them.

The fight exploded in full force. Years of resentment, betrayal, and blood boiled over in a brutal exchange of blows. They moved like they had been trained—because they had. Same techniques. Same instincts. Mirror images of violence clashing against each other.

Alexander ducked under a swing, driving his knee into his brother's gut before slamming an elbow into his jaw. His brother staggered back, but not for long. He recovered too quickly, twisting into a vicious kick that sent Alexander skidding across the pavement.

"You were always the weak one, Alexander." His brother wiped a streak of blood from his mouth. "That's why he chose me."

Alexander growled, pushing himself up. "He didn't choose you. He made you."

The words struck something deep, something raw. His brother's eyes darkened, rage flickering beneath the surface. Then he lunged, and Alexander met him head-on.

They fought until their bodies screamed for mercy. Until blood stained the ground beneath them. But mercy was for men who still had something to lose. Neither of them did.

Finally, Alexander found his opening.

His brother swung wide—too wide. He seized the moment, catching his arm and twisting, slamming him onto the pavement. Before his brother could recover, Alexander pinned him down, a blade pressed against his throat.

Heavy breathing filled the air. For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, his brother smirked. Even with death inches away, he still looked like he had won.

"You can kill me," he said. "But it won't change anything."

Alexander pressed the blade harder. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"Because if you do, you'll never find him."

Alexander's grip tightened. His father. That's what this was about.

His brother saw the hesitation and chuckled, low and dark. "He's waiting for you, you know. This? This was just a test."

Alexander's stomach twisted, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he leaned in, voice a whisper of promised violence.

Then he stood, stepping back, leaving his brother alive.

As Alexander walked away, every muscle in his body screamed for rest. But rest wasn't an option. Not anymore.

CHAPTER 53 – The Brother’s Return