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Look Underground

Author: bri bri
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 03:10:31

Draven’s POV

I sat behind my desk in my office, staring through the two-way glass overlooking the fight floor below. The crowd was loud tonight. Music pounded through the speakers, people shouted over one another as bets were placed, and the sound of gloves hitting flesh echoed through the building. Normally, the energy of the club cleared my head. Not tonight.

“It’s been a damn week,” I muttered, rubbing a hand across my jaw.

A whole fucking week.

Seven days since Darla walked into my pal
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    Unknown POV The moment the journal settled into her hands, I slipped away before she had the chance to ask another question. That part had always been the easiest. Appearing. Disappearing. Remaining unnoticed. I moved toward the darkest corner of the club where the lights barely reached. From there I had a clear view of Elena without drawing attention to myself. The music shook the walls, people laughed over drinks, and the crowd pushed closer to the ring as the announcer prepared for the night’s next fight. No one spared me a second glance. Good. That was exactly how it needed to be. My eyes never left her. She looked down at the journal, turning it over carefully in her hands, studying every worn edge and every strange silver marking pressed into the old leather. Confusion covered her face as she searched the room, trying to find me again. She wouldn’t. Not tonight. For many years I’d made certain of that. I’d spent nearly her entire life watching from the shadows, and she ha

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