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However, we’d always had a dislike of each other, the man preferring to stay away from my portion of the business. That had been fine with me, his methods smashing against mine given his need for dominance. It was another reason I was surprised at his call.
While I knew he was aware of my arrival, he continued to dance around the ring, never taking his eye off his opponent.
As they continued sparring, I allowed my thoughts to return to the lovely woman I’d fucked like some primal beast. I’d remained for almost an hour after she’d fallen asleep, allowing the first few glimmers of the early morning light to shimmer across her sleeping form. After murmuring, she’d stirred only once, sliding her arm across the pillow I’d used, allowing her long blonde hair to spill over the soft surface.
The way her voluptuous lips had moved, pursing several times even in her slumber had called to me. Sighing, I returned my attention to the boxing ring, trying to shake the ridiculous desire that had almost consumed me.
After the young recruit issued a hard punch of his own, Kirill was easily able to throw a jab then took the man to the mat. My enforcer shook his head, standing over the fallen teammate with a disgusted look on his face.
“Ty ni khrena ne pomnil o tom, chemu ya tebya uchil,” he barked.
You didn’t remember shit about what I taught you.
The man was a tough taskmaster. Another reason I admired him, although I’d never said those words to him over the years. That wasn’t my way of handling business.
As the young recruit scrambled to his feet, Kirill cursed under his breath, swearing in Russian from frustration. I waited until the kid swung out of the ring before addressing my enforcer.
“A little tough on him, weren’t you?” I asked, half laughing as I glared at Kirill.
Kirill eyed me carefully, look of discord evident. Then he took a deep breath. “Ivan. Before you go, lace up some gloves on Alexei. I think it’s time he took a turn.”
A challenge. This was his world, one he thought he could best me in. What the fuck? Maybe this would do me some good.
I hadn’t boxed in months, even then only as a way to relieve rage. Maybe he was right, although the dark emotions currently running through me had nothing to do with anger. Even after taking her twice more, my hunger remained, my cock aching to be inside of her sweet pussy. She’d been more responsive than I’d originally thought, able to handle my brutal nature. I’d fucked her until we were both sore and exhausted, yet my hunger refused to abate. I rubbed my fingers across my lips, the vision of her remaining in the front of my mind. I definitely wasn’t finished with her yet.
However, it was time to get my head back into business.
I was a son of the New York Bratva’sPakhan, Vladimir Kozlov. We’d been in power for over two decades, controlling a good portion of the streets of the Big Apple, the Italian mafia taking another large percentage. We were brutal in our business ethics, never allowing a single enemy to interfere with our wealthy corporation. While there would always be issues, which necessitated savage punishments, the majority of people knew better than to fuck with us for fear of facing severe retaliation. I was more than curious as to what Kirill needed to tell me.
Ivan eyed me warily, wiping his arm across the blood running from his nose. He didn’t say a word as he ripped at the lace holding his glove in place, using his tip to drag the cowhide from his hand. “Of course, Mr. Sabatin.”
Given Ivan was a recruit, he hadn’t been allowed the privilege of using Kirill’s first name. The family’s enforcer was certainly regimented. I shifted my gaze toward Kirill, noticing the furrowed lines on his face, the coldness of his eyes. Whatever he’d learned was enough to trouble him and it took a hell of a lot for that to happen.
I’d expected him to entice me into a round, donning sweat clothes after taking a long, hot shower. As I ripped off my pants, I realized Stephanie’s scent remained, her perfume lingering in my nostrils. After selecting the gloves of choice, I allowed Ivan to lace them up as Kirill had required. When I tapped them together and headed for the ring, Kirill snorted.
“You’re no boxer, Alexei.”
His words usually irritated me, but I wasn’t certain anything could today. I wasn’t well liked in our ranks, mostly given my appetite for perfection, my methods of punishment savage. I had my reasons for the anger furrowing in my system, but today was the first day I could remember that my desire outweighed my rage.
“We shall see, Kirill.” I moved into the ring, stretching my arms.
We both waited until Ivan left, leaving the two of us alone.
Kirill wasted no time, moving toward me quickly, able to throw a hard jab under my chin. He could easily kill a man with a single punch of his unwrapped hand, but it seemed as if he was taking it easy on me. That didn’t suit my personality. I lunged forward, refusing to hold back, issuing two solid punches in row.
When he was pitched against the ropes, he shook his head several times, obviously dazed. Then he broke into a grin. “You’ve been practicing. A nice surprise.”
“Let’s just say I’ve had to issue more than a few punches over the last few weeks.” Lifting my head, I threw him a heated look. Then we danced around the ring before both of us came out swinging. The man was a powerhouse, but I’d spent every moment when not working taking out my anger on weights in the gym, bulking up another thirty pounds of solid muscle.
Punch after punch, neither one of us would give in. He was able to deliver two that were jarring, but I’d managed to split his lip. Then he powered one into my ribcage, the punch brutal enough I was tossed against the ropes. However, I pushed off quickly, trying to curtail a hint of anger. On this day he didn’t deserve my wrath.
He backed away, taking several gasping breaths before raking his arm across his sweaty forehead, licking the blood from his lips. “Not bad. Maybe you can knock some sense into Ivan and a couple others.” It was his way of conciliation, which was more than usual.
“I’d be happy to.”
After taking another deep breath, he ripped at his laces. “Whatever you said to Mr. Hampton proved to be effective. He left town yesterday. I heard through sources he took an extended leave of absence. He didn’t even wait until the office opened on Monday morning. Kinda nice when you put the fear of God into them.”
“Hmmm… I’m surprised. I don’t think I put the fear of God into the man. Fucking bastard.” In truth, I regretted not putting a bullet in his head, but that would have led to far too many questions being asked.
