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Chapter 18 - Twelve Rounds

Sofia was the hardest opponent of my career.

Not because she hit hardest.

Because she never panicked.

Rounds passed.

Close.

Darnell gave simple instructions.

No rage.

No airplane.

No revenge.

Just boxing.

By round eleven, we were both exhausted.

I thought of 4B once.

Then let it go.

He had taken enough space in my head.

I won by split decision.

Not knockout.

Not domination.

When my hand rose, Sofia hugged me.

“You’re annoying.”

“So are you.”

The crowd roared.

My purse guarantee triggered.

Carter Sports received its contracted management share—but under court-supervised escrow because of the Northstar dispute.

Money could wait.

The title remained mine.

May you like

Not because I hit a civilian.

Because I had not.

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