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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

A single photograph, slipped under their door. The edges were damp, smeared with dirt. But the image was unmistakable.

Eve's closest friend, bound and bloodied, a gun pressed to her temple.

Alexander stared at it, his grip tightening until the paper nearly tore. He knew this game. Knew exactly who was behind it.

"You think I'm afraid to die?" Alexander muttered, voice low and dangerous. "No. I'm afraid of what I'll become if I let you live."

Eve snatched the photo from his hands, her breath unsteady. "We have to get her back."

She looked up at him. "What if it's a trap?"

He met her gaze, cold and unflinching. "It is."

The location was scrawled on the back of the photograph—an abandoned factory on the city's outskirts. Alexander had been there before. It used to be one of his father's storage facilities, a place where debts were collected, bodies disposed of.

Now, it was a stage for another lesson.

He and Eve moved quickly, slipping through the darkness, weapons loaded. Carver had warned against it, told them it was suicide to walk into his father's grasp. But Alexander didn't care.

The moment they stepped inside, the trap was sprung.

Bright floodlights blinded them, metal doors slamming shut behind them. Figures emerged from the shadows—men in suits, armed to the teeth. At the center, bound to a chair, Eve's friend shuddered, her face streaked with blood.

And standing beside her, cold and composed, was Alexander's father.

"You always were predictable," his father murmured, shaking his head. "Rushing in without thinking. Just like your mother."

Alexander's jaw clenched. "Let her go."

His father smiled, a cruel, knowing thing. "And what will you give me in return?"

Alexander already knew the answer. His father had been waiting for this moment for years. The prodigal son returned, kneeling before him. Submitting.

Eve grabbed his arm, voice urgent. "Don't."

Slowly, he lowered his gun and stepped forward. "Take me instead."

His father's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good." He nodded to his men. "Kill the girl."

Chaos erupted. Alexander lunged, tackling the nearest guard before he could fire. Eve grabbed the fallen man's gun, taking down another before he could react. The factory exploded into violence—gunfire, screams, the metallic stench of blood.

Alexander fought his way through, his only focus on his father. Every punch, every bullet was a path leading straight to him. But his father didn't run.

When Alexander finally reached him, panting, bloodied, his father only smiled. "You think this changes anything?"

Alexander pressed his gun to his father's chest. "It ends now."

His father chuckled. "No, son. This is just the beginning."

Before Alexander could react, his father's hand moved. A small detonator clicked.

And the factory went up in flames.

The fire raged behind them as they escaped, Eve's friend barely conscious in Alexander's arms. Sirens wailed in the distance, but they didn't stop running.

Eve turned to him, eyes burning with anger and fear. "This isn't over."

Alexander stared at the inferno, the ghost of his father's laughter still ringing in his ears. He knew she was right.

CHAPTER 59 – The Last Warning