𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [ONGOING FOR SEASON 6 PART 3]

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chapter fifty-one:
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Arizona's body locked in place, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Alexander.

Her father.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in jail—she thought he was behind bars, locked away, far out of reach. But there he was, standing just behind her, a ghost she thought she'd exorcised forever.

Her hands gripped the edge of the doorway as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. The room seemed to close in, the air too thick to breathe.

"What..." Her voice cracked, barely audible. "What are you doing here?"

Alexander stepped closer, his boots heavy against the floorboards, the sound echoing like a drumbeat in her head. "I'm here for you," he said, his tone disarmingly smooth, almost soft.

Arizona whipped around, her chest heaving, anger bubbling beneath the fear. "Where's my family?" she demanded, her voice sharper now, though her hands trembled at her sides.

Alexander smirked, his cold, calculating eyes meeting hers. "They're fine," he said with an infuriating calmness. "Out at the mall, Christmas shopping. I just came to stop by and have a little chat."

Arizona's heart pounded in her ears. She wanted to scream, to run, to throw him out of the house, but she forced herself to stay rooted. Breathe in. Breathe out. Center yourself. Stay in control.

Her tone was clipped, her words deliberate. "What do you want?"

Alexander's smirk deepened, his expression a mix of mockery and persuasion. "I want to talk to you about an opportunity. You've got skills, Arizona. Talent. Potential. You've always been a fighter, and I know you've still got that fire in you." He leaned closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "I want you to join Cobra Kai. Be part of Kreese's team for the Sekai Taikai."

Arizona's lips parted in disbelief. She let out a sharp, bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Are you serious right now?"

Alexander's expression didn't waver. "I'm dead serious. With your abilities, you could lead them to victory. You could make history. Isn't that what you want?"

Arizona's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. She fought the urge to lash out, forcing herself to find her center, to focus. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, steady, but simmering with rage.