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    Some guy in the crowd shot back, “If you’re so tough, why don’t you get your ass up there? You’re just as scared as the rest of us, so shut the hell up!” Thea’s mouth…

    Thea’s mouth snapped shut like a trap, but her mind was still working overtime. She couldn’t let this perfect chance slip away. In a fair fight, Christina would destroy anyone who stepped up to her—that much was obvious to everyone. But if a whole bunch of men jumped her at once, there was no way she could handle them all. Even she had to have limits.

    “I’m just a delicate woman. How could I possibly fight her? But you’re all strong men, and you won’t even gang up on her? What kind of pathetic wimps are you?” Thea threw the challenge right back at them, trying to shame them into action.

    Fearing Christina might actually kill Kole in a one-on-one fight, Cassie raised her voice desperately. “That’s right! My brother’s got the balls to get in there, but the rest of you are just a bunch of cowards! He’s the only real man in this whole damn ce! Look at all of you pathetic losers. Can’t even one of you grow a pair?”

    The men in the crowd could handle insults about their looks or jobs, but questioning their masculinity was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Cassie might as well have announced to the entire arena that they were all weak, spineless men.

    Male pride was a fragile, dangerous thing that could explode into violence when threatened, and Cassie had just stomped all over it with steel-toed boots.

    “Who are you calling cowards? I’ll show you what a real man looks like when I break that woman in half!”

    “Count me in! I’m not letting some woman make me look like a pussy!”

    “Me too! Let’s teach this woman a lesson she’ll never forget!”

    One by one, the provoked men climbed through the ropes, their faces red with rage and wounded pride.

    The arena’s management watched from the shadows without intervening, their silence serving as unofficial permission for the bloodbath about to unfold. The official fight had ended, which meant all rules were off. Now it was all about victory.

    In those men’s twisted minds, they weren’t ganging up on a woman. They were simply giving her exactly what she’d asked for.

    Within minutes, more than a dozen angry men had crowded into the ring, turning the space into a testosterone-fueled powder keg ready to explode. They pulled on their boxing gloves with violent purpose, their fists already swinging, their eyes zing with predatory hunger.

    The men circled Christina like a pack of rabid wolves that had cornered their prey. The moment one of them made the first move, the rest would follow like hyenas, ready to rip Christina to shreds.

    Thea and Cassie exchanged a nce, their faces lighting up with cruel satisfaction at their maniption. There was no way Christina could survive this massacre. She’d be lucky if they left her breathing when it was all over.

    High above in his private box, the devastatingly handsome man observed the chaos below with the amused smile of someone watching his favorite movie. His quarry was a dangerous predator in her own right, and these pathetic men were nothing more than warm-up acts before the real show began.

    Christina gave azy flick of her wrist. “Come on.”

    In the blink of an eye, the gang of men with fierce, murderous stares charged forward like a pack of wolves.

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