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When Kirill met Boo...
Kirill then looked over to where he’d seen the man before and he was gone. He scanned the shoreline all the way to where the woman had been at the dock and spotted the man sneaking up behind her, he maybe had another minute before he would finally reach her.
Kirill took off after him. He’d seen that look in the man’s eyes before and it was never a good thing. He ran toward the other dock then rushed through the knee high water and grabbed the man, twirling him around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.
“What the fuck?” The man swore. He grabbed the knife at his side and threatened Kirill with it. “Get the fuck away from me.”
Kirill was not one to banter with a punk. At six foot four and three hundred pounds of pure muscle, not too many men dared to cross him but this douche had and that just pissed him off. He motioned for him to bring it on by curling his finger and sneering, “Come to me, you little bastard.”
The other man began twirling his blade and then he licked his lips like he enjoyed this. “I’m going to enjoy sticking you like a pig, old man.”
“V tvoikh mechtakh, chelovechek,” Kirill growled.
The guy paused and looked confused. “What?”
“In your dreams, little man,” Kirill repeated in English as he came toward him. “In your dreams.”
“Well, fuck. What are you anyway?”
“I’m the man that’s gonna kick your ass.” Kirill smirked.
Rushing forward, the coward tried to jab at him but Kirill was too fast. He side stepped the attack easily and on his way past the other man, Kirill hit him hard.
The man ended up face down in the muck and mud and when he got up, he roared with his rage.
The knife was still in his hands and he turned quickly to face Kirill again.
He stepped up and jabbed out with his weapon.
Again, he missed but then he jabbed on his way with a down swing and the blade tore Kirill’s skin open on his arm.
Kirill didn’t even cry out as the blood ran down his arm, instead his eyes narrowed. “Oh, you like to cheat, huh? That is no surprise, only cowards and thieves need to cheat and you are both.”
The other man’s nose flared open and he lunged again.
Kirill snapped his hand down on the other man’s wrist.
He dropped the blade and howled in pain drawing the attention of the girl and others along the bank.
“You bastard!” he shouted. “You broke my fucking wrist.”
“You’re lucky it wasn’t your fool neck.” Kirill growled as he watched him.
The punk stood there with water dripping off his clothes, his lower half was covered in mud, and he was holding his arm close to his chest.
Then two things happened at the same time.
Kirill felt his head explode and he heard a gunshot. One made him sink into the water with a groan and the other shattered the length of wood that just connected with his head.
An hour later...
Groaning in pain, Krill swore, “Chto, chert voz'mi!” Then he slowly opened his eyes. But even the dim light available in the room hurt his eyes and then pain jolted through his head.
He immediately closed his eyes and tried to turn his head away from the light. Then he felt small fingers on his face as she turned his face back to hers.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
“Da, I think so.” He cracked his eyes open a bit. “What the hell happened to me? Why does my head hurt so bad?”
Boo scoffed. “That fuckin’ coward had a friend that snuck up behind you with a two by four in his hands.”
“Da, I remember now.” Kirill growled. “Do not swear, it’s not ladylike.”
Boo snorted. “What makes you think I’m a lady?”
“Net, you are an angel. You are my angel,” he spoke with conviction.
Boo leaned over him. “Ok, whatever you say, but I’m no one’s angel,” she whispered. “Rest now, I’ll make some soup.” She shrugged as she sat back down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t have much but I’ll share what I do have.”
Payback For Boo....
“So, Mr. Rinc. I can now say this...” Kirill glared at him. “I am soon to be Fallon’s husband,” he referred to Boo. “So this makes me her protector.”
“What the fuck does that have to do with me?” Lionel shouted.
“I owe you scars...” Kirill growled low in his throat. “Scars you gave to a four year old Fallon.”
Lionel now looked a bit upset as this all seemed to sink in finally. “I never hurt a child!”
Kirill sighed in absolute disgust. “You can stop with any denials. Her nightmares tell us that you did scar her. You beat her. And I shall now, beat you.” He looked over at Pride. “He is mine. You can have Spider.”
Pride looked angry. “The fuck! Spider is a God damned worm!” He spoke of Lionel's brother, Logan who had been planted as a spy into his MC.
“Yes, Mr. Pride,” Yuri interjected. “He is, but according to MC Law, he is YOUR worm. It is up to you and your MC to judge him and carry out his punishment. Is it not?”
Pride let out a sigh. “Yes, it is.” He turned and let out a whistle.
All the Kings of Wrath men came up to stand in front of him.
“Ohhh, fucck!” Spider whined. “Lionel, we need to get out of here. NOW!”
Pride ignored his shouting and motioned to the ring. “This piece of shit as you know is Spider, Logan Rinc. He has been with us for a long time as a brother in Kings of Wrath. But in that time he has betrayed us in the worst ways. I assume you all saw the evidence that Cosmos gathered?”
The men all looked angry as each nodded their heads.
“So, this is a makeshift Tribunal,” Pride continued.
“You all know of his multiple crimes. The murder of my woman, Joanie and attempted murder of my daughter. Not to mention, selling us out to the Shadows and wearing our emblem while beating old men to death, and attacking my fully grown daughter just recently.” As Pride spoke his voice rose to a shout, “She almost bled to death today in fact, from a bullet he set in motion.”
“What?” Lionel yelled as he turned to Logan. “You killed my Joanie?”
Again, ignoring the shouting, Pride finished, “And I ask... what say you?”
The men of Wrath all raised up their arms straight out. Then opened their fists to make a thumbs down. Ten of them, including Candyman, Cosmos, Rage and Teacher.
A terrified scream rent the air.
The men all turned to the ring.
Lionel had his brother in a chokehold from behind, as he was a large man himself and strong. “You mother fucker! You knew Joanie was mine. You fucking knew!” He turned Logan’s neck and a grisly cracking sound echoed out in the now quiet gym.
Pride raised his hands up in disgust. “Well fuck, that is just perfect. Fucking perfect!” He looked enraged. “I didn’t even get to kill him!”
Kirill patted his arm. “That’s okay. You can give Boo away at our wedding.” He climbed up into the ring.
Lionel was breathing heavily as spittle ran down the corner of his lip. He looked wild and insane with rage. He dropped his brother’s limp body and stepped back. He studied the man who just entered the ring. The man was larger than he was and that was saying something. He paused to gaze around.
Outside of the ring and all around it, stood many men, all shoulder to shoulder. Some were Kings of Wrath men and some were Russian. They blocked any exit.
Lionel turned and faced the large Russian.
“Now you face a man, not a scared child,” was all that Kirill said as he stepped forward.
Lionel lunged at him, fists flying.
Kirill ducked the fists and came up, kicking Lionel in the jaw.
He flew a few feet and skidded along the ring floor.
Kirill stood and waited.
Lionel sat up and swiped the blood from his lip. He knew he was outmatched. “I refuse to fight you!” he shouted.
The men around the ring booed as if they were an audience that was surely disappointed.
Kirill motioned to him. “Stand up.”
Lionel shook his head and scooted to the corner.
“Be a man. Lionel!” Pride yelled.
“I am. I’m a smart man. I can see that he wouldn’t murder a defenseless person!” He shrank back and poured on the act. “Please? Don’t kill me! PLEASE!” he begged like a little kid.
Kirill narrowed his eyes at him. “You refuse to fight?”
“Yes! I cannot win! You will have to commit murder!”
Kirill sighed and shook his head. He turned and gave a nod to Felix.
Felix grinned at his little brother. “You owe me a hundred. I told you he would wuss out!” He then tossed something into the ring.
Lionel was busy sniveling and crying, but he peeked over to see the big Russian kneeling down to get whatever he had slid into the ring. Lionel bolted up and rushed across the ring, at full speed, taking the large man down.
Kirill went head over legs and then sprung up onto his feet with a loud growl.
Lionel laughed. And then came at him again. He rushed across and Kirill quickly stepped aside as Lionel flew through the ropes of the ring.
The burly men there caught him, raised him up, and tossed him back into the ring.
Lionel again began to snivel and cry as he rolled over.
Kirill let out a long breath of revulsion. “You have to cheat to win. Yet, I give you this last chance to stand and face me.”
Lionel shook his head and rocked back and forth in a fetal position like a blubbering baby. “Nooo, you will have to just kill me!”
“So be it,” Kirill said and bent down like before.
Lionel sniffled and looked up. His eyes widened.
“Da, little girl.” Kirill sneered. “Fight or receive the beating you gave to my woman.” He raised a long whip up and snapped it.
SsssS....WHAP!
It came within an inch of touching Lionel. “STOP! You cannot do this!” he pleaded.
Kirill looked calm. “She promised to be a good girl, remember?”
Lionel stared at him with wide eyes.
“Yet, you whipped her.” Kirill seethed.
SsssS....WHAP!
The whip lashed Lionel’s face and he screamed as blood gushed from the cut.
“Then you did it again!” Kirill tossed the whip out again.
Lionel shouted in agony and turned over, covering his head.
Kirill kept talking, “As she cried and you tore her skin open...YOU DID IT AGAIN!” The whip lashed out.
The screaming from Lionel grew, as did the lashings.