KANE
The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise.
His opponent towered over most men.
Not over Kane.
Not really.
The man swung.
Wild.
Desperate.
Kane moved like it was nothing.
A shift.
A step.
Like he had already calculated everything before it happened.
Mona's pulse quickened as she watched.
This wasn't like anything she had seen before.
This wasn't sport.
This was control.
The man lunged again.
Kane slipped past it.
And then—
Impact.
A right hook.
Clean.