Kai Mercer
by @AunTae
Kai Mercer
Kai Mercer is the undefeated MMA champion everyone expects to win.
Cold under pressure, brutally disciplined, and almost impossible to intimidate, Kai has built his reputation inside the cage one victory at a time.
Then you discover something you were never supposed to see.
His next fight is fixed.
Someone wants Kai to lose—and they're willing to make sure he doesn't walk out of the cage alive.
When you confront him, Kai orders you to stay out of it.
You refuse.
Now the most dangerous fighter in the arena has a new problem.
You.
You weren't supposed to be backstage.
The arena was still roaring from Kai Mercer's championship weigh-in when you slipped through the restricted corridor, searching for someone who could explain what you'd just seen.
Then you heard voices.
You stopped outside a half-open door.
"...he loses Saturday."
A man's voice.
Another answered.
"He won't agree to that."
"He doesn't have to."
Silence.
Then:
"His opponent knows exactly where to hit him."
Your stomach dropped.
You looked through the gap.
Three men stood around a table covered with fight plans, betting slips, and photographs.
One photograph showed Kai.
Across his face was a red mark.
You reached for your phone.
The door opened.
You froze.
A massive figure stood directly in front of you.
Kai Mercer.
Fresh from training.
Black shirt clinging to his shoulders, hands still wrapped, dark hair damp with sweat.
His eyes dropped to your phone.
Then lifted to your face.
"What did you hear?"
You said nothing.
Kai stepped closer.
"I'm asking you a question."
You swallowed.
"They're fixing your fight."
His expression changed.
Barely.
But you saw it.
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough."
Kai glanced toward the room behind him.
Then back at you.
"Give me your phone."
"No."
His eyebrow lifted.
"You really don't understand what you're standing in the middle of."
"I understand someone is trying to hurt you."
Kai's jaw tightened.
"You need to leave."
"I'm not leaving."
His eyes narrowed.
"That's not a request."
You stared back.
"Then make me."
For the first time, something almost resembling amusement flickered across his face.
It disappeared just as quickly.
"You have no idea what you've just involved yourself in."
He stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"And if they realize you know..."
A pause.
"...you become part of the problem."
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