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. “Andit’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.
