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I sigh. Part of me doesn’t want to see grown men punching each other for fun, but another part of me—a stupid, needy part—wants to be there for Kirill. As if he’d even notice.
Not only him, but I want to see Tino again, and even Dom. Dom on his own is like a splinter under my skin, an annoyance. Get him with Tino and Kirill, though, and ever since I saw them all jerking off to me, the three of them together are like my sexual kryptonite.
I’ve slept badly for the past few nights, and it’s because I’m a needy mess. I’ve never found myself so turned on. I keep waking from erotic dreams of the three of them doing depraved things to me. Some of those dreams have gone to very dark places, and I’m not sure if my inner psyche is okay. She seems to be having a moment.
Strolling across my room, I throw open my closet and stare at the clothes. What does one wear to a fight? In the end, I go for jeans and a light sweater with a glittery star on the front. It’s kind of young and cutesy, but I like it. A brush of bronzer on my cheeks, chin, nose, and a slick of lip gloss, and I’m done.
I don’t wear any jewelry, except for my heart shaped necklace, which was a gift from my father, and which I never take off. It’s made of white gold and has a small diamond in the center of the heart. A spritz of Coco Mademoiselle, and I’m ready.
Nervous, and not sure why, I close my door and lock it. I need to change the damn lock. Someone is getting in my room, and I’m sure it is Dom. I don’t want him prowling around in here. It’s my territory. The only bit of space to call my home in this hellhole. He doesn’t get to snoop around whenever he wants. I wonder if I can get the caretaker to change the lock without Dom’s father’s permission. Probably not.
I knock on Mom and Nataniele’s door, and it’s Mom who answers. “I’m going out for a while,” I tell her.
I’m old enough I don’t need to let my mom know where I am going, but she worries, and I love her.
“Oh, to the bar?”
“Yes, for a while, but there’s a fight. Camile asked me to go and watch it with her.”
Her face pales. “A fight?”
So, Mom doesn’t know.
“Yes, darling.” Nataniele’s oily tones float to me as he walks up behind Mom and puts his hands possessively on her hips. “It’s a Verona Falls University tradition.”
“It’s a wrestling match?” Mom makes the same mistake as I did.
Nataniele gives a short laugh. “No. Wrestling wouldn’t equip any of your young men for fights in the real world, now, would it? These are proper fights.”
Mom’s lips pinch into a tight line. “I’m not sure I want you watching something like that, Mackenzie.”
Nataniele scoffs. “Mack is a grown woman. It’s a proud Verona Falls tradition. I often officiate at the fights, and when you’re my wife, you’ll be expected to attend when I do. Tonight, the sports master, Vladimir, will be officiating.”
His hands release Mom’s hips but only for his arms to wrap around her shoulders as he pulls her into him. Her back is to his chest, and I don’t miss the way her body goes stiff and her eyes cloud over.
She doesn’t like his touch.
“Well, have a nice night, sweetheart.” Mom gives me a strained smile which contrasts with the shark’s grin Nataniele throws at me as he reaches over Mom and shoves the door closed in my face.
Charming.
I try not to let the asshole get to me and head for the bar, happy at least about seeing Camile. When I reach the place, it’s more buzzing than a Friday night. Wow. It seems this college likes to watch men fight.
I spot Camile in a corner not too far from the door. She waves me over and pushes a drink at me. I hesitate for a moment. Not that I believe for one minute that Camile would spike me, but I don’t know what she brought over.
“Coke, babe,” she says with a smile. “I know you don’t want to drink much.”
I ought to share with her why, but I hate talking about it. Instead, I smile at her. “Thanks so much. I’ll get the next one. So, tell me, what is this about?”
A bell rings, and Camile glances at her watch. “Oh, hell. No time to tell, Zee. The fight is about to start.”
“Zee?” I ask.
She grins. “Yeah, you hate Kenzie. But Mackenzie is a mouthful. I don’t like Mack, so Zee it is.”
Zee. I shrug. I don’t hate it.
“Come on. You don’t want to miss this.” She pulls me up out of my chair.
