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    “You can team up with…” Ralphy said, ready to pair Eloise with Elliott.

    But Davina cut in smoothly, “Nope, you’ll be with me.”

    Eloise had hoped to team up with Christina, but now that Davina had offered, she felt too shy to refuse, worried about hurting her feelings or making things awkward. “Okay, I’ll team up with you.”

    Ralphy’s smile faded. He had been hoping to partner with Davina himself. Now, she’d be with Eloise instead.

    With a resigned sigh, Ralphy nced over at the two men left without partners. He didn’t mind teaming up with Dn, but two grown men cramped on one jet ski, clutching each other, might look odd. If anything happened to spark rumors about Dn’s supposed interest in men, it would only cause more trouble. After thinking it through, Ralphy decided to shield his friend from gossip. “I’ll go solo,” he dered firmly.

    “Same here,” Elliott said without hesitation.

    That left Dn alone as well, who simply nodded. “Same.”

    “Alright, it’s settled then,” Ralphy said, already nning ahead. “I’ll arrange the itinerary and keep everyone posted.”

    “Sounds good!” Everyone nodded in agreement, anticipation buzzing beneath their smiles.

    The next evening arrived with a suffocating weight of anticipation.

    Three silhouettes lingered at the entrance of the underground boxing arena, their faces twisted in irritation as they peered into the shadowy corridor that stretched ahead like a mouth waiting to swallow its prey.

    “Where the hell are they? Did they chicken out?” Cassie’s voice carried a sharp edge of impatience.

    “If they think they can just skip out and pretend the bet never happened, they’re delusional,” Kole said, his face darkening with vindictive pleasure. “No-show means automatic loss, and they’ll be at our mercy.”

    “We give them five more minutes,” Thea muttered, her arms folding tighter across her chest as irritation crept into her voice. She had already paid off the Boxing King, purchasing Christina’s destruction with cold, harsh instructions—beat Christina until she was unconscious and paralyzed, and have her dragged out of the ring in the most humiliating way.

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    If Christina didn’t show up, Thea’s investment in violence would evaporate, and the Boxing King never offered refunds.

    Just when the trio’s patience had stretched to its breaking point, Christina finally appeared. Two figures followed in her wake, their faces concealed behind ck masks.

    Cassie’s eyes narrowed as recognition hit her like a p. Even behind the mask, Eloise’s posture was unmistakable. “Look at that dramatic bitch, acting all mysterious with her little mask. Like we don’t know exactly who she is.”

    “Who’s the guy?” Kole’s voice carried a note of nervous suspicion as he studied the masked man’s imposing frame. “Think he’s some kind of fighter?”

    “Doesn’t matter.” Thea’s voice remained ice-cold and confident. “This is about the bet, not backup muscle. When Christina gets her ass kicked, she’ll still have to honor the bet.”

    Christina walked ahead and stopped in front of the trio, her lips curved in a subtle smile.

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