Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Zahkar
People, too many of them, wrap around the side of the building with hopes of getting inside. We are at capacity, and we couldn’t have asked for a better opening night.
Drinks flow and the music pulses through the walls like they’re breathing sound.
“It looks amazing in here,” Alyona says, swaying her hips to the beat of the music, drawing my gaze to her perfect ass filling out the skimpy black fabric of her dress.
“I feel a little mom guilt leaving Roza again so soon though,” she says, playing with a purple cocktail stick in her drink.
“You’ve spent every second with her today. She’s sleeping and Mrs. Potts is staying in her room in case she wakes, which we all know she won’t. Relax, enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.” I inhale the sweet scent of her perfume and kiss along her jaw.
I sense Rodion before I feel him sling an arm over my shoulder. “Fight is about to start, brother.”
I live for fights and the atmosphere they create. There is nothing better than the sounds of the crowd as fists connect with flesh, sweat coating the body as they move with skill and intention.
We designed the lower level to resemble a compact arena, creating an intimate yet energetic atmosphere.
At the center, the Octagon serves as the main stage.
Surrounding it, ample standing areas allow the audience to engage with the action, while still feeling like they’re in a nightclub.
Beyond that on raised platforms, we have private sections.
Each of these areas comes equipped with its own dance floors and lounge seats, complete with your own waitress.
Additionally, a bar wraps around the entire back wall, ensuring that all sections have easy and fast access to drinks.
The DJ announces the fighters, each having their own intro music, and I pull Alyona and Rodion to our private area to watch from.
“Is that Roman?” Alyona asks, eyes widening.
“It is. He earned himself a spot on the lineup.” Rodion braces her hips with his hands, smothering her back with his front. “Do you want me to fuck you while you watch, love?”
My dick thickens with his words, and I sweep my gaze around the crowd, making sure we’re secluded from prying eyes. This is the exact reason we built the areas this way to offer privacy for those who like to indulge in pleasure with their violence.
Shifting her dress a little, he yanks at the thin panties that are just a string up her ass, and then he kicks at her ankles to part her legs before pocketing her panties.
Placing an angel bite on my tongue, I take up the space at Alyona’s front, clasping her jaw and bringing my lips to hers, transferring the angel bite.
Swiping up her wrists, I place her hands on my shoulders and turn, allowing her to use me for leverage while Rodion starts grinding into her pussy, slow and torturous, speeding up when the crowd roars.
Roman moves quickly and hits hard, but he lacks the skill you learn from a professional trainer.
Taking a heavy hit, he stumbles backward, his back hitting the cage, and his opponent takes the opportunity to go in with a knee.
Roman anticipates this and moves to the side, making the fighter miss.
This gives Roman a chance to land a punch to the side of his opponent’s temple, using brute force, knocking him out clean. That kind of instinct you can’t teach.
The crowd erupts at the time Alyona finds her release, digging her nails into my shoulders and crying out.
“He was good,” I announce, once she’s come down from the high of her orgasm.
“So was she,” Rodion grunts, spilling his seed into our girl, and making me chuckle.
Righting her dress, Alyona licks her lips and curls around the side of my body. “Is that Vika?” She cringes at seeing her.
I’m still distracted thinking about my brother’s cum running down her sexy thighs.
With a clearing shake of my head, I look over the crowd and narrow in on Vika and Maddox Whitmore. I didn’t expect to see him here after what went down with Adam.
“Did you try on the maid-of-honor dress?” I ask, smirking when she rolls her eyes. Vika had it delivered to the club with a verbal threat that was more in line with her old self than this new Amelia persona.
“Yes. It fits like a glove and is silk, so I can’t wear underwear beneath it.” She scoffs. “And it’s bright green.” She places a finger in her mouth to feign a gag.
“Does she want you being fucked on her wedding day? Because we’ll do it on the head table,” I warn her, and she slaps at my chest.
“Good luck. You’re not invited.”
I hold a hand to my heart in fake offense.
Pulling an annoyed face, she says, “We should go say hello.”
“Should we?” I balk, and Rodion adamantly shakes his head no.
Ignoring our reluctance, she laces our fingers and drags Rodion and me down to the main floor.
Vika’s eyes brighten at our approach. Maddox nods his head in greeting.
“I’m surprised to see you both here,” I state.
“Why?” Vika asks, but her attention is fixated on Roman walking toward us through the crowd.
I don’t answer. Instead, I scrutinize Maddox until he looks away from us. “I’ll get us some drinks,” he mutters, fleeing.
“I didn’t know Roman fought,” Vika says, nudging Alyona.
Before she can answer, he’s before us.
“You were great,” Alyona tells him.
I snort because there’s no way she saw any of his fight.
Vika’s glassy eyes roam over his bare chest and bleeding lip.
“Thanks,” Roman replies, and when his focus falls on Vika, she squirms under his attention like a submissive little bitch that I know she is not. Interesting.
“Yes,” Rodion says, cutting through the tension with his words. “I had an exhilarating time watching your fight. What a climax.”
Alyona bites back a laugh, and I wrap an arm around Roman’s shoulders, pulling him away from them all. “I want to offer you some training, Roman, and then another fight, say a month from now?”
“Really?”
“Yes. You have potential and if you prove yourself by showing up for work on time and training your ass off, I’ll move you off the door and give you a permanent spot on the lineup.”
His head bops up and down. “I will. I promise.”
“Good. Go get changed and get a drink. Enjoy your win.”
When he leaves, I turn and come face-to-face with Maddox.
Bigger balls than first presented it appears.
He’s blonde and blue eyed, a pretty boy that doesn’t fit Vika one bit. But then I remember how she came to be with him. She stole him from her brother, most likely out of spite, not actual attraction. It’s not like Viktor to allow such an insult.
“I know Adam did something to offend your family,” Maddox says, leaning in to be heard over the music. “He’s my best friend but more than that we have money tied up together. I want reassurances that my business won’t be affected by whatever it is you have going on with him.”
Reassurances? Is he making demands of us? Does he think because his name is Whitmore that it gives him some sort of power here? Rolling my shoulders, I look him over for a few beats.
“I admire someone with guts,” I say and probe his reaction. When he swallows and his eyelashes blink a few times, that tells me Adam informed him of what went down at Viktor’s with me spilling Levi’s insides.
And yet he still was brave enough to come here…
“I’m not your enemy,” he says quickly. “The opposite in fact.”
“Is that so?” I muse.
“It can be,” he promises.
I run my hand along my mouth and chin before placing both hands in my pockets to seem disarming. “Here’s the deal. Buy Adam out of any stake he has in your business, and we will take his place. We'll cover all the costs and even provide additional funds for expansion.”
Stripping Adam of all his revenue streams and creating a rift with his best friend is more extreme than we need to go, and not what we planned to do, but he laid his hands on Alyona, teeth in fact. And he will learn that our bite is much bigger than his.
“I won’t be convinced into giving up controlling shares,” Maddox declares, a severity I can appreciate.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I pat his shoulder. “Just give us what Adam has.”
He looks back at Vika, lost in conversation with Alyona, the tendons in his neck tightening. “I’ll have my lawyers draw up an agreement.”
Excellent.
“If you’ll excuse me, our next fighter is here.” My eyes cut across the room and a twinge of pure fucking joy sparks in my chest when strong arms wrap around Alyona from behind and spins her.
Her scream is so loud people close by startle from it.
When he puts her on her feet tears burst from her stunning blue eyes and she hugs him so tight I fear she may cut off his circulation.
Vika stares up at him with a dislocated jaw, then turns on her heel and stalks off.
I reach them, extending my hand and tugging him from her grasp into mine.
Slapping his back, I say, “Vas, thanks for coming.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it.” He grins with a perfect dental ad smile. Rodion hugs him next and then Alyona throws herself back into his arms.
“I can’t believe it’s you,” she says, sniffling.
“It’s so good to see you too. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He beams and she pulls away, nodding and swiping at her eyes.
“Darya?” she asks.
“Tending to things back home. Yuri’s death and all.” He winks. “I’m only here for the night.”
Pulling Alyona into my side, I clasp his shoulder. “Then let’s make the most of it.”