The Fighter's Obsession
Didn’t cut me open just to see if I’d bleed truth.
When I held Laura, I saw Thea’s silhouette against the kitchen light.
When I fucked Laura, I remembered the way Thea demanded to be on top, eyes locked on mine like a dare, like a claim.
They were two different worlds.
And it took me three goddamn years to figure out which one I could survive in.
So when Austin Fletcher ran his mouth about me rigging the fight, claiming I couldn’t have won clean, I knew it would escalate. And it did. The press got wind of it. Words turned to fists. Fists turned into charges.
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