Chapter 62
Everywhere was heated with energy, the air thick with sweat and smoke.
The scent of alcohol mixed with the collective excitement of the crowd, voices growing louder with each passing second.
Mia’s heart was hammering, her stomach twisting with nerves she couldn’t quite explain.
Why was she this anxious?
She wasn’t the one stepping into that ring.
But Alex was.
The current match was wrapping up, the two fighters in the ring exchanging one last brutal round of blows. Mia barely paid attention. She was too lost in her own thoughts, her own mess.
She had seen him.
Seen Alex in his dressing room, standing there, looking at her like she shouldn’t be there. Like he didn’t know what to do with her. And yet… the way he stared, the way his gaze lingered on her-it did things to her.
But then she ran. Like a freaking idiot.
The match ended with one fighter crumbling to the ground, the crowd roaring in approval. Mia barely registered the scene before the real anticipation kicked in.
The main event was about to start.
The announcer stepped into the center of the ring, microphone in hand, his voice booming over the speakers.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for what you’ve all been waiting for-the main fight of the night!”
The roar of the crowd intensified, bodies pressing closer, money exchanging hands as last-minute bets were placed.
Mia’s fingers dug into her palm, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
“You ready?” Emily nudged her, excitement buzzing in her tone.
Mia didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling.
“First, introducing our challenger-a man who has dominated underground circuits all across the state. Standing at six-foot- four, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds-Beast!”
Mia’s head snapped toward the entrance of the ring.
And her stomach dropped.
A man stepped out, muscles like fucking boulders, a tattoo of a dragon snaking across his entire chest. His arms were thick, his fists wrapped tightly, looking like they could break bones with a single punch.
Mia’s heart stopped.
“Holy shit,” Emily muttered beside her. “Look at the size of that dude!”
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Her boyfriend chuckled, placing an arm around her waist. “Yeah, I probably should’ve put my money on him.”
Mia swallowed hard, feeling sick.
That’s who Alex was fighting?
She darted a glance toward the entrance Alex would walk out from.
Had he seen this guy before agreeing to fight him?
This was insane.
Her breathing turned shallow, fear creeping into her chest. What if something happened to him? What if this guy broke him or something?
The crowd erupted again, and she knew what that meant.
It was time.
“And now,” the announcer continued, drawing out the anticipation, “the reigning champion-the undefeated, the unstoppable force, the one you all came here for-Our very own…Phantom A!”
The room exploded. Cheers, screams, whistles-everyone losing their minds as Alex stepped out from the corridor and into the ring.
Mia couldn’t breathe.
He walked with that same quiet confidence, his expression unreadable, his movements fluid and controlled. No hesitation. No sign of nerves.
Like he already knew he was going to win.
Her pulse pounded, her eyes locked onto him.
And then, it happened.
His gaze shifted through the crowd. Searching.
Her lungs clenched.
Then his eyes found hers.
Mia sucked in a sharp breath.
The entire club melted away, the sounds, the people-everything.
It was just him and her.
Her chest tightened, her fingers gripping her own hand so hard it hurt.
Alex’s gaze held hers, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. A moment—just a moment-but long enough for her to feel it.
And then, just as quickly as it happened, he turned away, rolling his shoulders, focusing on the opponent in front of him.
Mia exhaled shakily, but it did nothing to steady her.
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She was so fucking gone for him.
The bell rang, slicing through the roaring crowd.
Mia flinched, her hands gripping the cold railing as Alex and his opponent squared up in the center of the ring.
Beast.
That was the name of the giant man standing across from Alex, and fuck, did it suit him. The guy was a fucking monster. Every inch of him was muscle, his stance wide and firm, his fists looking big enough to crush bones.
Mia swallowed hard.
Alex, by comparison, looked small. Too small.
Her heart was racing.
The moment the fight started, Beast wasted no time. He charged at Alex, fists flying.
Mia gasped, her entire body tensing, but-
Alex moved.
Fast.
So fucking fast.
He ducked under Beast’s swinging arm, sidestepping effortlessly, his body weaving like liquid through the air.
Beast stumbled slightly but caught himself, frustration flashing across his face.
Mia exhaled shakily.
Alex wasn’t fighting yet. He was studying.
Beast growled and went at him again, throwing a powerful right hook, but Alex dodged it easily, stepping back, making the bigger man work for it.
He wasn’t stupid.
Taking direct hits from a guy that size? A death wish.
So he danced around the ring instead, letting Beast waste his energy.
Minutes passed, and Mia could feel the frustration boiling inside the giant.
He was used to overpowering his opponents, used to his strength winning him fights. But Alex was too fast, too smart, slipping through his fingers like smoke.
The crowd was going insane. Some were chanting for Alex, some for Beast, but most were just screaming in excitement.
Mia’s pulse was erratic.
Every time Beast swung, she held her breath. Every time Alex narrowly escaped, her stomach clenched.
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And then, it happened.
Beast faked a left punch, but at the last second, he swung his knee up-
And it connected.
Mia’s breath ripped from her lungs as Alex stumbled back, clutching his side.
Pain exploded through her like she was the one who had taken the hit.
A real hit.
A bad one.
The crowd screamed, voices mixing into a deafening mess, but all she could focus on was Alex.
Was he okay?
He straightened slowly, rolling his shoulders, his jaw tight.
But instead of anger, instead of pain—
He smirked.
Mia blinked.
Beast saw it too, and it pissed him off.
“Come on?” he snarled, stepping forward.
Alex didn’t respond. Just tilted his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip.
Then he moved again.
Faster.
Smoother.
Now, it was different.
Now, Alex wasn’t just dodging-he was taunting.
Each step, each weave, each near miss-it was deliberate.
He was getting inside Beast’s head.
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