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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 storm had been building for years. Tonight, it would break.

Alexander stood at the edge of war, his allies gathered around him. Carver, Eve, the remnants of their fractured army. Blood had been spilled to reach this moment. More would be shed before it was over.

His father's stronghold loomed ahead—an old estate, fortified with men who had pledged their lives to a monster. But monsters bled like anyone else.

Alexander checked his weapons, rolling his shoulders. Pain still lingered from his last encounter, but he pushed it aside. He had learned to live with pain. To wield it.

He turned to his people, his voice cold and unwavering. "We end this tonight."

Carver nodded. "You're sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

The attack was swift, calculated. Explosives shattered the gates, and within seconds, gunfire erupted. Shadows moved through the chaos—men falling, blood staining the marble floors. Alexander led the charge, cutting down anyone who stood in his way.

Through the corridors, the battle raged, each turn a fresh hell. Eve fought beside him, her movements precise, relentless. Carver's men cleared the upper levels, smoke and fire swallowing the estate piece by piece.

But Alexander wasn't here for the foot soldiers.

The throne room was empty when he entered.

A single chair sat at the end of the vast chamber. His father's chair. The seat of power he had ruled from for years. The place where he had ordered deaths without blinking, destroyed lives without remorse.

His father stepped from the shadows, a smirk on his lips. "Impressive. I half-expected you to die before reaching me."

Alexander didn't speak. Words were useless now.

His father gestured around them. "Look at what you've done. My empire burns, my men lie in pools of their own blood. And for what? Revenge?"

Alexander took a step closer. "Justice."

His father laughed. "Justice is a child's fantasy. This world isn't fair. It never was."

"I know." Alexander raised his gun. "That's why I'm here to balance the scales."

His father didn't flinch. "Do you really think you can end this? End me?"

Alexander's grip tightened. "You taught me everything about war. But you forgot one thing…"

His father raised a brow. "And what's that?"

Alexander's voice was quiet, lethal. "Even a pawn can kill a king."

His father staggered, surprise flashing in his eyes as blood bloomed across his chest. He sank to his knees, laughter bubbling from his lips even as life drained from him.

"You think… you've won…" he rasped, a smirk still ghosting his lips. "But wars don't end, son. They just change hands."

Alexander watched as the last breath left his father's body. He felt nothing.

Behind him, Eve appeared in the doorway, breathless, blood splattered across her face. "It's over?"

Alexander exhaled, lowering his gun. "It's over."

The estate burned as they walked away, the night sky thick with smoke.

But as Alexander looked ahead, he realized his father had been right about one thing.

The war would never truly be over.

CHAPTER 60 – The Fall of a King