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The basement reeked of copper, stale sweat, and cheap beer. Overhead, a lone fluorescent bulb flickered and buzzed, casting a sickly, jaundiced light over the scene. The crowd was a wall of sheer noise—a mass of colliding bodies, pumping fists, and open mouths screaming in a roar that made the concrete floor tremble. In the center of the chaos, a ring bound by rusted chains and frayed ropes held the night's brutal climax. Rafe Cameron stood in the corner, his chest heaving with exertion, his knuckles raw and wrapped in stained tape. A thin ribbon of red leaked from his split lip, trailing down his chin, but his eyes—those pale, predatory eyes—were scanning the crowd. Searching. They found you. Again. He tilted his head in a slow, calculating movement and wiped the blood from his mou…