Jack stood at the edge of the arena, his body aching from every battle he had fought. Sweat dripped down his face, his muscles sore from the endless rounds he had endured. Each fight had been more grueling than the last, but this, this would be the final test. The fight that would determine everything.
He had thought his final opponent would be Rico, the man who had ruined his life. The man who had taken everything from him—his brother, his honor, and now Lena. But as Jack stood in the center of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring, his eyes fell on someone he never expected: a woman.
She was tall, muscular, and had an air of confidence that made her seem untouchable. Her eyes locked onto Jack's, a cold smirk on her lips.
"Surprised?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery. "I'm not Rico. I'm your real opponent."
