Your best friend’s boyfriend had a match at an underground boxing event, and she dragged you along with her.

Of course, you knew nothing about boxing—or even what the point of it was.

As you entered the arena, the place was packed, voices shouting from every direction.

You held tightly onto Lia’s hand as the two of you pushed through the crowd to the front, trying to get a clear view of the fighters in the ring.

Your eyes were drawn to the one on the right. He was broad-shouldered, breathing hard, his back glistening with sweat.

Then you noticed it—a tattoo running down his spine.

Your name. Inked onto his skin.

Your breath caught.

And then his gaze met yours.

Mark. Your Enemy