LOGINRenataI sat in the hallway with a towel draped over my shoulders, still shaking, still reeling from what had just happened. I had won. I was supposed to feel something like triumph, but all I felt was hollow, like the victory had been ripped out of my hands the second it was placed there.I kept replaying it in my mind, over and over, unable to stop myself. Drent letting me win. The referee lifting my hand into the air, the crowd roaring, the flash of pride I'd let myself feel for exactly one second before everything changed. Then the blast. The sound of it still rang in my ears, a deep, ugly boom that swallowed every other noise in the arena whole. And Drent, throwing himself toward me, covering me with his own body so the force of it wouldn't reach me.He'd protected me. Even in that split second of chaos, with the world coming apart around us, his first instinct had been to shield me instead of himself.I didn't even remember getting outside. I didn't remember who wrapped the towe
MarcusSirens tore through the night before the dust had even settled. Ambulances screeched into the lot one after another, their lights washing red and blue over the wreckage of the arena as the building groaned and finally gave way behind them. The place had collapsed. The match was over. And my plan had worked perfectly.People were running everywhere, some bleeding, some screaming names into the smoke, some just standing frozen and staring at what used to be a roof. Injured bodies were being carried out on stretchers. Others limped out on their own, coughing, dazed, displaced from a night that was supposed to end in celebration and instead ended in chaos. By morning, the state of Drent would be nothing but speculation, whispers, and half-answers.I didn't wait around to watch the cleanup. I had somewhere to be.I found Dakota at the bar we always went to when there was something worth drinking over, and tonight there was plenty. The place was already loud with people talking about
RenataThe walk to the ring felt longer than it should have.The crowd noise hit me the moment we stepped through the tunnel, a wall of sound that pressed against my chest and made my pulse climb even higher than it already was. Lights everywhere. Cameras everywhere. And somewhere in the middle of it all, the ring announcer's voice booming through the speakers, calling our names one after the other."In the red corner, Renata!"The cheer that followed nearly knocked the breath out of me."And in the blue corner, Drent Ardent!"The roar that came for him was louder. I tried not to let that mean anything.We met at the centre for the customary stare down, and standing this close to him I was reminded all over again of exactly how much bigger he was than me. Taller by a full head at least, his shoulders broad enough to block out half the crowd behind him, every inch of him built from years of discipline I had only recently started to understand. I held his gaze anyway. I had trained too
RenataThe venue was already filled with people, and it felt like all my weeks of training were crumbling just from hearing the loud rumbling of fans outside.I sat in the prep room, the quietest place in the entire stadium, where I was supposed to get ready before two o'clock when we would actually step into the ring. I sat on the cold bench, soaking it all in.I had waited for this for as long as I could remember and it was finally happening. I had gone through hell for this opportunity. To one day share the ring with Drent Ardent, to one day show the world what I was capable of despite my gender.I remembered the discouragement from my old coach. You will never become a boxer, Renata. It's for the men. Go find a ladies sport.That was enough to crush most dreams, but I never gave up. I never had. And today I sat here, with hundreds of people waiting outside, just like I had imagined as a high school girl who used to paste boxing posters inside her locker. And I was facing Drent.My
MarcusDakota picked up on the first ring."Tell me something good," I said."I have it." Her voice was low, the way it got when she was somewhere she shouldn't be and knew it. "Everything we discussed. I have it and I know exactly what to do with it."I laughed. from genuine satisfaction. "The fight is tomorrow, Dakota. You understand that. Tomorrow.""I understand.""Which means tonight. Everything has to be in place tonight.""I know the timeline, sir." A pause. "I do need to say something first.""Then say it quickly.""The venue." She hesitated, which Dakota rarely did, and the hesitation told me she had been sitting with this for a while before deciding to say it. "There will be a great number of people there. Staff, crew, people setting up from the morning. Spectators by the afternoon. If we go through with this the way you've outlined, the blast won't discriminate. It will take out whoever is standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and that includes people who have nothi
DrentSir Khabib's office was the kind of room that had been designed to remind you of how much money was in it. Heavy furniture, the kind of art on the walls that existed purely to signal taste, and a view of the city that said everything about where the man who sat behind that desk had positioned himself in the world.He stood when I came in, which was a courtesy he extended to very few people, and we shook hands and sat and his assistant poured coffee that neither of us touched."We're looking forward to this fight," he said. As he swung his chair slightly. "The attention it's getting is significant. More than we anticipated, frankly.""I appreciate the investment," I said. "Both of you coming on board early meant a great deal."He nodded, accepting this, and then he leaned forward slightly and the warmth in his expression adjusted itself into something more direct."I'll be plain with you, Drent. We have a great deal of money behind this. Not just on the event itself but on the ou
PaytonSometimes,I take pride in being the only woman who has ever walked into Drent's life, made him obsessed with me, then broken his heart so badly he vowed never to love anyone again.That was good news for me, because I knew Drent was a man of his word. If he vowed never to love again, nothin
RenataThe rope dug into my wrists, raw and burning no matter how I twisted them. Beside me, Drent strained against his own bindings, jaw tight, eyes scanning the dim room for anything we could use."Stop struggling," Dija said, stepping closer with her arms crossed. "You two really thought you cou
Mr. ColeI had seen many things in my life.I had built an empire from nothing, buried partners who betrayed me, outlasted competitors who thought they could break me. I had weathered losses that would have destroyed lesser men and come out the other side standing.But nothing, not one moment in al
DrentI walked into my office to maybe clear my head. Despite all the parties I had attended with Renata, the second kiss she gave me at the barbecue party that made me like it maybe a little too much, and the approval my father was already giving, all of it didn't seem to make me feel better. Beca







