My Jerk stepbrother
JENNA’S POV
Inside the rusted iron ring, Alec looked entirely different. The easy smirk he’d worn at the bar was completely gone, replaced by a cold, deadly focus. His muscles strained under the dim yellow lights as he bounced lightly on his toes, his dark eyes locked onto his opponent—a massive, bearded guy easily pushing two hundred and fifty pounds.
I could only guess though.
The big guy swung first, a heavy, wild hook aimed right for Alec’s jaw. Alec ducked under it effortlessly, his feet moving in a smooth, practiced blur. He drove a brutal punch straight into the guy’s ribs, the impact echoing over the noise of the room.
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