Chapter 4 · free to read
The lights came back. She was still standing. And she was still swinging.
A clean knockout. No script. No dive. Just her fist and his jaw.
The board went red. The syndicate had bet on the fall. The whole house lost.
The largest purse of her life. Enough to nearly close the gap. Enough to smell that door with the lock.
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