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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 flames rose high into the night, licking the sky with their hungry tongues. Smoke curled thick into the air, carrying the scent of burning wood, metal, and something more ominous—destruction. Alexander stood in the center of it all, watching as the warehouse collapsed in on itself, reduced to little more than rubble and ash.

This was the first strike. And it was only the beginning.

Hours earlier, Alexander had moved like a shadow through the docks. The operation was one of his father's many illicit ventures—a trafficking hub, a place where people disappeared without a trace. Tonight, it would disappear instead.

He and his men had swept through the compound with calculated precision. No wasted movement, no unnecessary noise. The guards barely had time to register their presence before they fell. Some from bullets, some from blades. It didn't matter. They were in the way.

By the time the last shot was fired, Alexander was already setting the charges. One press of a detonator, and the entire operation would crumble beneath the weight of fire and fury.

As the first explosion ripped through the building, Alexander turned away, walking through the heat like it was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Behind him, the past burned. Ahead of him, war waited.

The retaliation came faster than expected.

Hours after the attack, news filtered in. Carver's men had been ambushed. Some were dead, bodies left as a warning. Others had vanished, their fate uncertain.

Alexander stood in Carver's office, the older man seething as he listened to the reports. The room was thick with cigar smoke and tension, neither dissipating.

"They took out six of my men," Carver growled, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair. "Four dead. Two missing. They're sending a message."

Alexander didn't flinch. "Then we send one back."

Carver studied him for a moment, then let out a dry chuckle. "You really don't hesitate, do you?"

Carver exhaled, rubbing his jaw. "You made the first move, but your father doesn't care about that. He only cares about how this ends."

Alexander met his gaze, eyes cold. "War isn't about who throws the first punch. It's about who bleeds last."

Carver smirked, shaking his head. "You really are your father's son."

Alexander's jaw clenched, but he didn't argue. He didn't need to. He would prove exactly how different they were when he put an end to this—once and for all.

Now, it was time to see who survived the war.

CHAPTER 52 – The First Strike