Bratva-Ivan

Fight Night

Olivia

It had been five days in lockdown, and I was starting to lose it. I had no idea what was happening in church and Ivan was only giving me bits and pieces. I was over it.

And I could tell Ivan noticed. He had been trying anything to cheer me up. I wasn't trying to be a brat, but it was hard to be locked up. I was locked up my entire childhood. I just wanted to be free for once.

So here I was, playing poker with the MC guys. Clown and a few others I didn't know well.

"How about a game I strip poker there kitten?"

I looked up, unimpressed. Cue, I think his name was because of his bald head and 8-ball tattoo, was licking his lips and staring at me.

Ew.

"Back off Cue. She's spoken for."

He must not have known I was with Ivan, or he had the biggest ba*ls in the world.

"Ya not happening pal. I don't think my boyfriend would approve. Also, ew."

I didn't normally have problems with any of the men here, most of them were respectful. Every once in a while, I'd get disrespected, but it was always handled. Usually by myself, backed up by one of the guys.

"You ever hit that Clown? Latinas are wild in the sack. Bet you give a mean blowie huh?"

"Knock it the fu*k off Cue last time I'm telling you. She's like a sister, and you're pis*ing me off."

"Relax Clown. She's just a wh*ar."

Before I knew what I was doing, I was over the table pounding on his face. He was a big guy, but I think I took him by such surprise he didn't know what to do. Before I could go too far, I felt Clown grab me around the waist and tear me off of the scumbag.

"Alright there, scrapper that's enough." Clown was essentially carrying me out of the main room into the kitchen.

"That son of bit*h had it coming. I'm not a wh*ar."

"I'm aware Oli. No one here thinks you are. But I'm not gonna lie. I'm glad you went after him before Ivan. He would be disappearing from this earth."

Like he was spoken into existence, Ivan stepped into the kitchen shirtless with an empty coffee cup.

"The hel*s going on here?"

"Well Ivan, your girl just finished pummeling in Cue's face out there. Turns out she doesn't appreciate being called names."

He looked at me like I grew another head.

"Want to explain princess?"

"No time. I need to go tell Hatchet what happened."

I bolted upstairs. Not to rat out Cue, but to tell on myself. A woman attacking a club member was usually frowned upon unless there was a good reason. And I think I had one.

At least I hoped so.

Ivan

I followed Clown out to the rec area and saw almost immediately Olivia's victim. He was holding a rag to his gushing nose.

Good girl.

I approached him and his eyes widened. Normally I'd ki*l for less, but him getting his a*s kicked by a woman, my woman, was punishment enough. But I'd make sure he knew who she belonged to.

I lunged, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"Got a taste of my woman I hear? Isn't she amazing? Hot, sexy, perfect. A fighter. I'm guessing you didn't know who she belonged to, or you wouldn't have made such a stupid mistake. What was it that you called her?"

"A-a wh*ar. I'm sorry Pakhan! I had no idea. It was just a joke. I didn't mean any harm!"

I studied his face. Clearly broken nose, both eyes swollen and starting to bruise. I could fu*k him up more but him having to explain tomorrow what happened to all his MC buddies was punishment enough. I threw him back down on the couch.

"Stay the fu*k away from her. Don't speak to her. Don't look at her. Pretend she's a ghost. I see you anywhere near her and I will ki*l you. I will end your life. I've done so for less."

He just nodded. He understood.

And now I was so turned on seeing what my princess was capable of I needed to find her. ASAP.

I ran upstairs and shoved the door to her room open. She was sitting on the bed icing her knuckles. Looking pis*ed off and so fu*king sexy. She must have seen the look of lust on my face because her eyes were like saucers.

"Strip princess. Now."

She shot up and started taking her clothes off piece by piece. I was practically drooling. I wasted no time stripping myself, and I was on her throwing her onto her stomach and forcing her knees up. I'm sure her adrenaline hi*h was still going, so I wasn't going to be soft.

I ran my co*k through her folds to wet myself. Of course, she was soaked. She apparently loved this side of me. She moaned out, arching her a*s back into me. I slammed into her. I practically heard the breath leave her lungs. She was so tight and wet I nearly came on impact. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard. Slamming into her over and over again. She was crying out, and it was like music to my ears. I let her go and flipped her onto her back. Pulled her down the bed and onto the edge. I folded her legs up and slammed back into her. She started clawing at my forearms, moaning. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, and then she screamed. If this was a random house, someone would have thought there was a mur*er going on. Just the sound of her coming undone did me in. I jerked once, twice and took my co*k out. Finishing on her stomach.

I practically roared. Leaving my seed on her sent some kind of sick thrill through me. Marking her. Mine.

And then a thought ran through my brain. One I never thought would. What would it be like if she carried a child? My child. I shook the thought away. I didn't deserve that. Selfish.

Olivia

I guess I needed to beat the sh*t it of more guys if it made Ivan devour me like that. There was no way I was walking tomorrow.

I was so out of it I barely registered him wiping his c*m off of me.

He pulled me up the bed and into his arms.

"That was very hot knowing you beat that pri*ks ass, but don't do that again. He could have hurt you."

"Eh, Clown was there. He wouldn't let anything happen."

I turned over in his arms, and I couldn't read his face. I think even after all this time he was still unsure about Clown. I know he trusted me, but he definitely thought Clown had a hidden agenda. Which he absolutely did not.

"Ivan, Clowns like a brother. Nothing has or ever will go on between us. Maybe you guys should talk. Ya know clear the air?"

"Ya, I'll do that."

"Be nice. He respects you. And he cares about me. Truly. Like Hatchet does."

His face relaxed. And I couldn't have any more thoughts. I laid my head on his chest and drifted off.

Ivan

She was right. I needed to put this Clown sh*t behind me. I was jealous. Not by Whiz, Ace, Diablo or Hatchet. But Clown was single. And he was hovering around her a lot. I never saw anything that made me uncomfortable, but I also wasn't there all the time.

After Olivia passed out, I made my way downstairs. I saw Clown in the corner sitting on the couch eyeing the club girl I had heard he was interested in. He looked like he wanted to rip the guy chatting her ups face off.

"Hey man, can we talk?"

He straightened and nodded. I think he knew how I felt. He was good about keeping space between him and Olivia when I was around, but the selfish caveman part of me needed to hear it from him.

"I need to know, you and Olivia. Nothing going on there? And I'm asking for the truth Clown. If you have feelings, I need to know. For my sanity."

He smiled, shaking his head.

"Olivia, she's special. But I've never felt that way about her. She reminds me of my sister. The mannerisms, how she carries herself, her fire. Practically identical. Even in appearance. I lost my sister years ago. Ever heard of the Midnight Strangler?"

My heart nearly stopped. Yes, I had heard of him. He stra*gled 15 women within 5 years. Some street girls, some just women leaving their jobs late at night. And now I feel like sh*t. I just nodded.

"My sister was leaving work one night and didn't come home. They found her the next day outside of Charlotte on the side of the road. I'll spare details, it's not important. I guess I just feel like I found her again in Olivia. I'm sorry if I'm overstepping boundaries. I can step back if you want."

He smiled but looked hurt at the thought. And I believed him. And I didn't want to take them away from each other.

I felt at ease. I could close this chapter. He wanted nothing more than to have a little sister again. And I wouldn't take that away from them. I couldn't imagine something like that happening to Yelena.

I simply wouldn't make it.

"Naw man, I appreciate you looking out for her. Im just a jealous pri*k. And I'm truly sorry about your sister. I know they exec*ted him, but I doubt that cures the wound."

"No worries, man, and thank you. Just know I'll always have her back. No matter what. You are a lucky man. And I know she loves you. I see it in her eyes every day. Charish her."

And cherish her I will.