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Training
Author: Lady Chids
last update2026-07-06 00:00:47

Damon stood in the middle of Cruz's backyard ring.

The sun was high overhead. The heat was relentless. Sweat dripped down his face, soaking into the bandages wrapped around his knuckles. His leg ached beneath the fading scar. His ribs throbbed with every breath.

His right eye, still slightly yellow from the last fight, burned with exhaustion. But he didn't stop.

He threw a combination. Jab. Cross. Hook. The heavy bag swung back. He threw another. Faster. Harder. Hi
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  • Never be over

    At the center of the gym, Damon stood staring at the map on the wall.The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The gym was quiet. The kids were gone. The trainers had left. It was just him and the silence.His phone buzzed. Unknown number."Vincent is dead. He was asking too many questions. You're welcome. — A.D."Damon read the message again. His blood ran cold. Someone was cleaning up loose ends. Someone was trying to protect themselves.But who?He called Cruz. "The fixer is dead. Someone killed him before we could find him."Cruz's voice was sharp. "Who?""I don't know. But whoever it is, they're ahead of us. They're always ahead of us."Cruz was quiet for a moment. "I have a contact. Someone who might know more about the Morettis. He's been underground for years. He knows things.""Where can I find him?""I'll send you the address. But Damon, be careful. This contact isn't like the others. He's dangerous.""I don't care if he's dangerou

  • The Quiet

    The days after the tournament passed. Damon spent most of his time in the gym, healing. His body was a wreck. His ribs were cracked. His leg still ached from the old injury. But he was alive. He was breathing. He was still standing.Lucy stayed close. She sat on the steps of the gym, watching him train. She brought him water. Bandages. Food. She didn't complain. Didn't ask questions. She just stayed.Tommy came by every day. His face was tired. His eyes were worried. But he was smiling. Rachel was getting stronger. The baby was growing. They were planning for the future.Cruz visited every few days. He watched Damon train. Corrected his form. Pushed him harder."You're getting slower," Cruz said."I'm getting older.""Older isn't an excuse."Damon laughed. A broken, hoarse sound. "I know."One evening, Damon sat on the steps of the gym.The sun was setting. The sky was orange and red. The stars were beginning to appear. Lucy sat beside him, her head on his shoulder."Daddy," Lucy sai

  • Still out there

    Damon woke to the sound of birds.The sun was streaming through the windows of his apartment. The light was warm. Golden. Peaceful. For a moment, he forgot where he was. Forgot what had happened. Forgot the cage. The fight. Anthony.Then the pain hit.His ribs screamed with every breath. His knuckles throbbed beneath the bandages. His head pounded with a dull, relentless ache. His body was a map of bruises and cuts and broken bones. Every muscle protested. Every joint ached the same. He felt like he had been run over by a truck and then dragged through the streets.He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The cracks in the plaster looked like roads on a map. Roads that led nowhere. Roads that led everywhere. He traced them with his eyes, trying to distract himself from the pain.He was alive. He had won. But the victory felt hollow.Anthony was still out there. Seraphine was still out there. The Morettis were still out there. The war wasn't over. It was just the beginning. He had won a

  • You're slower than I remember

    Damon stood in the center of the cage.His body was broken. His ribs screamed. His knuckles were bloody. His vision swam. But he was standing. He was breathing. He was fighting.Anthony circled him. His eyes were cold. His body was tense. He was studying Damon. Looking for weakness. Looking for an opening."You're slower than I remember," Anthony said."I'm older.""Older and weaker.""Older and wiser."Anthony laughed. A cold, empty sound. "Wisdom won't save you. Not in here. Not against me."Damon raised his fists. "Then come find out."Anthony attacked.Faster than before. More brutal. He threw a combination. Jab. Cross. Hook. Each punch landed. Damon's arms. His shoulders. His face. Blood flew from his split lip.Damon stumbled backward. His back hit the cage bars. No more room.Anthony came forward. Smelling blood."You're done," Anthony said. "Just stay down. Make it easy on yourself."Damon shook his head. "I don't know how."Anthony threw another punch. Damon ducked. Stepped i

  • Anthony surfaces

    Viktor was training while Damon watched him. The man was pushing himself harder than ever. His body was bruised. His knuckles were raw. His eyes were hardened. But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop.Mia was safe. She was staying with Rachel and Tommy. She was eating. Sleeping. Healing. But she was still scared. Still haunted.Viktor had to win. There was no other option.Damon walked to the ring. Viktor was hitting the heavy bag. Thud. Thud. Thud."Take a break," Damon said.Viktor didn't stop. "I can't.""You need to save your strength.""I need to be ready."Damon stepped in front of the bag. Viktor stopped. His chest heaved. His eyes were desperate."The tournament is tomorrow," Viktor said. "If I lose, Mia dies.""Then you don't lose.""How? The fight is rigged.""Then we unrig it."Damon called the team together.Tommy. Rachel. Cruz. Marcus. Elena. They gathered in the center of the gym. The mood was heavy. The stakes were high."The tournament is tomorrow," Damon said. "Viktor is go

  • Extraction

    The house on Maple Street was small. Unassuming. The kind of house you would walk past without noticing.But looks were deceiving.Damon crouched in the shadows across the street, watching. The lights were on inside. Shadows moved behind the curtains. He counted at least six guards. Maybe more. He could see the outline of a security camera on the corner of the roof. Another on the back porch. The Morettis had fortified this place well.Viktor crouched beside him. His body was tense. His eyes were fixed on the house."She's in there," Viktor whispered. "I can feel it."Damon studied the building. His mind was racing. "Six guards at least. Security cameras on the roof and the back porch. They're ready for us.""I don't care. I'm going in.""We all are. But we do it smart."The plan came together quickly.Cruz would disable the cameras from the rooftop across the street. Marcus and Elena would create a diversion at the front. Tommy would cover the back exit. Damon and Viktor would go in

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