THIS chapter contains sexual content.
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The locker rooms behind the arena smelled like sweat, iron, and tension. The crowd's roar outside rattled the walls, but Andrea only heard her own pulse hammering. Zara was leaning against the lockers, mask off, sipping from a water bottle like she hadn't just humiliated Andrea in front of everyone.
Andrea stormed forward. Hawk was right behind her, jaw tight, fists already clenched.
Andrea's voice was low, dangerous. "Say his name again. I dare you."
Zara's lips curled into a smirk. "Robby? What, jealous already? You're not enough for him. You're just… angry little Andrea, hiding behind Cobra Kai. He deserves better. He deserves someone strong."
Andrea lunged, shoving Zara against the lockers. The clang echoed. "You don't know a damn thing about me or him."
Hawk pulled her back, snarling. "Don't waste it, Andrea. Save it for the mat."
Zara only laughed, brushing herself off. "I'll take him. You'll see. He'll thank me later."
Andrea's chest burned with fury, but Hawk's hand on her shoulder was solid, grounding. "She's trying to mess with your head," Hawk muttered. "Don't let her."
Andrea's glare never left Zara. "This isn't over."
Elsewhere, Miguel shoved open a side door, cornering Kenny, Bert, Mitch, and Kyler who were huddled around a phone, laughing like hyenas.
"You think this is funny?!" Miguel snapped, shoving Kenny's shoulder. "You had no right to record me and Sam!"
Kenny smirked, not intimidated. "Ohhh, look, lover boy's mad. What's wrong, Diaz? Scared Kreese is gonna dump your ass when he finds out you've been playing Romeo with LaRusso's princess?"
Kyler burst out laughing. "Yo, Miguel, you're supposed to be Cobra Kai, not… Cobra Simp!"
Mitch added, grinning, "Bro's out here making out in the nurse's tent while we're bleeding on the mat. Pathetic."
Bert snorted. "Maybe Sam's the one carrying him."
Miguel's face flushed, fists trembling. "Shut. Up."
But Kenny stepped closer, eyes gleaming with venom. "Nah. You don't get to shut us up. You think you're the golden boy of Cobra Kai, huh? Newsflash—Kreese owns you. And now? Everyone knows you're just another traitor."
Miguel's throat went dry. He wanted to swing, wanted to shut Kenny up with a punch, but the laughter around him, the way Kenny leaned in with that wicked smirk, it froze him. For the first time in a long while, Miguel felt embarrassed.
Andrea stormed down the hall minutes later, still burning from Zara, when she bumped—hard—into Samantha LaRusso.
Sam's eyes narrowed instantly. "Watch it."
Andrea's laugh was hollow, bitter. "Fitting. Running into the reason Miguel betrayed his family."
Sam's brows furrowed. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Andrea hissed. "Because of you, Miguel's lying to everyone. To me. To Cobra Kai. You think he's gonna choose you over us? Over me?"
Sam stepped closer, chin high. "He already did. Because at least I remind him of who he is, not whatever monster Cobra Kai is turning him into."
Andrea's smirk was razor-sharp. "Then I'll remind you who I am. Next round's me against you. And when we're done? You won't be walking."
Sam's fists clenched. "Try me."
The mat was set. Cobra Kai vs. Miyagi-Do.
Miguel sat in the stands, hands clasped tight, heart racing as Andrea and Sam bowed reluctantly at the center.
Johnny and Kreese stood on opposite sides, shadows of pride and menace. Daniel was in the crowd, pale but determined, Chozen stoic beside him.
The ref called it.
Andrea struck first. Her fist cut through the air like lightning, connecting with Sam's ribs. Sam winced but fired back with precision — a kick to Andrea's thigh, a jab to her shoulder.
The fight escalated fast, blow for blow, neither giving an inch. But Andrea's rage fueled her. Every time Sam's eyes flicked toward Miguel in the crowd, Andrea saw red.
"You're pathetic!" Andrea snarled mid-swing. "You're nothing without your daddy's dojo!"
Sam gritted her teeth, ducked a punch, countered with a kick to Andrea's gut. The crowd roared.
Andrea staggered, then snapped. Her fists became brutal, wild, merciless. She grabbed Sam's arm, twisted, and slammed her down onto the mat with a sickening CRACK.
Sam screamed.
The arena went silent.
Paramedics rushed forward as Sam clutched her back, writhing. Daniel was already running down, shouting her name. Amanda's scream cut through the noise.
Miguel's heart stopped. He bolted from the stands, shoving past everyone to reach her side.
"Sam! Stay with me—please, just stay with me!" His voice broke as he clutched her hand.
Daniel's glare at Andrea was pure fire, Chozen holding him back. Andrea just stood there, chest heaving, eyes cold, unflinching.
The tournament announcer stuttered into the mic: "Due to… due to injury, the tournament will be paused for one week."
The crowd buzzed, chaos rippling everywhere. Miguel carried Sam out alongside the medics, leaving the tournament — leaving everything — behind.
Andrea watched him go, a dark storm brewing in her chest.
One week later.
A party pulsed in the city, bass shaking the floor, smoke curling through the air. Kenny, Bert, Mitch, and Kyler were already plastered, livestreaming to Kenny's hidden followers. Tory was leaning against the wall with a drink, Hawk laughing with Moon on his lap.
Andrea sat in the corner, cigarette between her fingers, drink in the other, eyes distant. Robby eventually found her, slumping down beside her with his own drink.
Hours blurred. Zara arrived like poison in the veins of the night. Zara's fingers traced along Robby's jawline, her touch as soft as velvet, as she leaned in close.
"You deserve better than… this mess," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Better than her."
Andrea didn't notice when Robby finally let Zara pull him away.
Her lips brushed his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Robby's eyes were glazed over, unfocused, the whiskey burning in his veins like liquid fire.
He swayed slightly, barely holding himself upright.
Zara's hand slid down to his chest, nails lightly grazing his shirt, her touch a stark contrast to the chaos around them.
"Let me take you home, baby boy," she purred, her voice a sultry purr. "I'll make it all better."
Robby's eyes fluttered closed, his resistance crumbling.
"I'll make you feel so good." He allowed her to lead him out, stumbling slightly, the room fading into the night.
At Zara's hotel room.
Robby's eyes fluttered closed as she pulled him close, his lips crashing onto hers in a heated kiss.
Her tongue slipped past his parted lips, exploring, claiming him.
Her hands roamed his body, caressing, squeezing.
They stumbled to the bed, clothes hastily discarded.
Zara straddled him, her curves pressed against his hardness.
"You're mine now," she growled, sinking down on him.
Robby groaned, hands gripping her hips as she took him deep.
She rode him hard, her moans music to his ears.
"You're mine," she repeated, over and over.
He bucked into her, lost in the pleasure, the pain forgotten.
"Mine," she gasped, her walls clenching around him.
He followed her lead, hands gripping her hips, guiding her.
"Yours," he echoed.
They moved in tandem, lost in the moment, the room fading away.
Minutes later...
The night blurred into heat and regret.
When dawn cracked, Zara kissed him at the door, her lips slow, smug, marking him.
And that was the moment Andrea arrived at the elevator.
The doors slid open just in time for her to see it.
Robby. Zara. A kiss.
Her chest collapsed. The world tilted.
Zara's eyes met Andrea's. That cruel smirk again.
Andrea's fists clenched. Her throat burned. Tears, rage, betrayal — all tangled into one violent storm.
And for the first time, Andrea felt truly… broken.