10. Kyril
10
Kyril
F ight nights always left me with a surplus of adrenaline. Fucking was the best way to get it out of my system, but none of the usual girls were doing it for me this evening. Olivia’s friends were vapid creatures. One growl and they ran away screaming.
Olivia herself was willing, but I’d heard enough about her skills, or lack thereof, to give her a wide berth. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck a corpse, which she apparently gave a good impression of in bed. According to Cassian, who’d made the mistake of fucking her once, while drunk.
The stupid cyka had stalked his ass ever since.
Honestly, it was pathetic. She was pathetic. She and her friends hung around us like we were gods, worshipping at our altar in the hope we’d throw a few crumbs of attention their way.
Most of the time, I ignored it, but this evening I wasn’t in the mood.
The fight had been too easy. The guys they were pairing me with weren’t challenging anymore. I suppose it wasn’t surprising given how isolated this place was. If I’d gone to college in London, I’d have had my pick of fight clubs - and more worthy opponents.
Up here, it was a different story. Fuck my father. The only reason he sent me to Abernethy College was to punish me. And all because I refused to play nice with Ekaterina.
That fucking pedo whore.
I hated her. Hated what she’d done to me. And more than anything, I hated the fact I couldn’t kill her like I so desperately wanted to.
“I’m heading outside for a smoke.” Landon nodded while staring at his phone, keeping one eye on the door Cassian had disappeared through. He was talking to Ron, whose club this was, collecting our cut from tonight’s profits. I would fight for free, purely to get the aggression out of my system and keep my skills sharp, but Cassian said that was dumb, so he had negotiated a decent fee and a percentage of the profits.
Ron liked to try it on, though. Every time we came here, Cassian ended up arguing with him.
I lit a joint, inhaled the sweet smoke, and stepped out of the changing room. Most people had left now the fights were over. The warehouse was empty but for a few stragglers. Olivia and her skanks were long gone. Thank fuck. I’d sooner cut my dick off with a rusty knife than stick it in her crusty cunt.
Something I’d shared with her when she offered to be my post-fight fuck. Landon had laughed his ass off and the silly cunt ran off crying. It was a dick thing to say, but she should have known better than to offer herself up as a tribute.
I was horny, not desperate.
The sound of yelling drew me toward the entrance. When I got there, I found a motley bunch of assholes lying on the floor groaning, one of them with a nasty knife wound pissing blood everywhere.
“What happened?” I stared at them in disbelief.
“Some little bitch did this,” one of them moaned.
“Seriously? A woman took all four of you down?” Any woman capable of such violence was my kind of woman. Who was she?
“Shut the fuck up, Carl,” a bulky guy with red hair snarled. He dragged himself up, grimacing at the pile of vomit next to his pale, shaking friend. “I’m getting out of here in case she decides to come back.”
Now I was curious. None of these idiots were the type to fall over in a strong breeze. They were gang members, here to sell pills and whatever else people wanted. If a woman had got the better of them, she had to be tough as nails.
“You better clean that mess up,” I commented, pointing to the vomit. “Ron won’t be happy.”
There were cameras all over the warehouse, including one above the door. Whatever had gone down here would have been captured on film. I’d ask Milo to log in and show me later. My curiosity was well and truly aroused.
Along with my dick. Fuck, the thought of a girl taking down four grown men was seriously hot. I wanted to meet her, whoever she was.
“Well, that’s interesting,” Milo said as he watched the screen.
“What’s interesting?” Landon looked up from checking his latest Tinder matches.
He was such a manwhore. I swear he scored more pussy than Cassian, and that was saying something. The pair of them had fucked virtually every female with a pulse since we all arrived at Abernethy a year ago.
I watched the screen as a petite brunette took down a man three times her size and then proceeded to annihilate the other three. It was sexy as hell. My dick strained against my jeans, desperate for a taste of her.
“Can you zoom in on her face?” Milo nodded and tapped a few keys.
Landon moved closer to check out the screen. We both inhaled sharply when the girl’s features came into focus.
“Fuck, is that…?”
“What the hell?”
Milo looked up and frowned when he saw our expressions. “Do you guys know her?”
There was a long pause while I waited for Landon to speak. I didn’t know my little gadyuka , but I was aware Landon had a crush on her. He’d been all over her at the party last weekend. Or he’d wanted to be, at least. And I wasn’t blind to the way the stupid asshole overreacted when Dirk the Dickhead put his hands on her.
“She’s a student here, a transfer. Called Thea.”
Milo hummed a non-reply, tapping away on the keyboard. The grainy footage showed a second girl appear and then kick one of the men in the balls. All three of us winced as he vomited and shrank to the floor, clutching his no-doubt shriveled nuts. That shit hurt like a bitch.
“Who’s the second girl?” Landon asked.
“No idea, but I’ll find out.”
I wasn’t interested in her identity, but Milo had been working on some kind of facial recognition program. Knowing him, he was itching to test it.
We watched as he started his super-shady program. It took all of two minutes to identify her as Eden Kelly. “She’s Seamus Kelly’s niece.”
“Seamus Kelly, as in the head of the Irish Mafia?”
“Yeah.”
I gritted my teeth with annoyance when he didn’t elaborate. Getting information out of Milo was like trying to extract a sliver of affection from my father. A fruitless exercise.
“Run a check on the other girl, Thea.”
Milo rolled his eyes. We watched and waited as he clicked a few more keys.
And waited.
And fucking waited .
“Is it broken?” I asked eventually, fully aware that it was getting really late, and I had a class at 9 AM. Not that I cared about my education. I didn’t need an MBA to run the bratva.
“No, it’s not broken,” Milo gritted out.
“Then why can’t you find anything about Thea?” Landon asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. He seemed even more eager than me to find out more about our vicious gadyuka.
“ I don’t know why it’s taking longer than normal, but I’ll leave it running for now. Something will come up. It always does.”
“What are you guys doing?” Cassian asked from the doorway. He’d changed out of his customary suit into some sweatpants and a tee. From the way he scrubbed his bloodshot eyes, his father was giving him shit again.
Lucian Forsyth was a cunt. I’d met him once, which was more than enough time to get the measure of him. Lucian and my sperm donor had a lot in common. They shared many of the same traits, both narcissists. As a feared Russian mafia pakhan, my father was the worst of the worst, but whereas Lucian hid his monster behind a veneer of respectability, my father didn’t need to.
“Watching something that happened earlier.”
Cassian stepped forward. “Oh?”
“Some student, a girl, took down four guys at the club.”
“Seriously?” From his skeptical tone, he didn’t believe me, so I pointed at Milo’s screen.
“Play the video again, Milo.”
I watched Cassian’s expression change as the scene played out. He looked thoughtful once the clip ended.
“Do we know who she is?”
“Only her first name, but her friend is Eden Kelly.”
“Declan Kelly’s cousin. Interesting.” I waited for more, but he shrugged and left. Cassian always liked to keep his cards close to his chest. Either he’d decided the girl’s identity didn’t matter, which was unlikely, or he planned to get some intel from his own sources.
The Kelly family was well-known in the circles my father moved in. I had no doubt Lucian was also well aware of the Kellys, and probably had Seamus’s number programmed into a burner phone somewhere safe, but if asked, he’d deny all knowledge.
That was how Lucian worked. All of his dirty dealings were conducted out of the spotlight, with the help of the security service officials on his payroll.
“Leave, please,” Milo said, still staring at his bank of screens.
I rolled my eyes. Milo was an oddball. He had zero social skills. The poor sap had probably never even fucked a girl. Not that I was judging him for that.
“Let me know what you find,” Landon said to Milo.
“Why do you care?” I taunted, unable to help myself. “Got a crush on her?”
“Fuck off and die, Kyril. So what if I have?”
My jaw dropped. Was he admitting he liked the vicious little viper? I snorted.
“She’d eat a pretty boy like you for breakfast.”
“She was into me,” he spat before storming off to his room and slamming the door loud enough to rattle our stash of whiskey bottles in the living room.
Milo threw me a warning look, so I gave him my middle finger. “Calm your tits, I’m leaving!”
It was time to get some sleep. Well, it would be once I’d jacked off thinking about my viper beating the shit out of those guys.