Page 52 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

They hoist him onto their shoulders and drag him away while the other man walks in hyped up circles, screaming victory and bashing his chest. So much testosterone and adrenaline.

They usher the winner out of the ring.

“And now, an all-time favorite—the Night Hawk!” the referee shouts into the mic and if I thought the crowd was excited before—they are literally screaming blue faced chants now.

“That’s Renat!” Ruvim shouts, leaning close so I can hear.

“He’s the Night Hawk?”

He nods. What a cool name.

Renat walks boldly into the ring, wearing nothing but black boxing shorts. His muscles ripple over his body as he moves, lifting his arms and encouraging the crowd even more.

His body is taut with muscular construction, but cut, almost no weight on him. He’s smaller than Radmir and looks like he can move pretty damn fast if he needs to.

I start to get excited for the fight. It’s the atmosphere, building, pushing me higher.

Radmir chuckles behind me when I wiggle on his lap, unable to contain the increase of energy.

“And taking on the Night Hawk, we have a well-known contender—Jackson Black!”

Half the crowd starts to boo, and the other half starts to cheer.

Oh, this is going to be good.

The ref ushers Jackson in the cage and slams the door shut behind him.

Renat doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He flies across that cage floor and slams his fist into Jackson’s face. The entire room goes deathly silent for a second, holding their breaths as Jackson’s jaw snaps back. He staggers, blood already flowing from his lips. But then he grins and nods his head towards Renat, who grins back at him.

The fight is brutal.

I hear Jackson’s ribs breaking as he slams into the cage wall. Someone screams at him to stop being a fucking pussy and fight like a man. He sneers at that person and pushes off the wall, spinning towards Renat again. But he’s taken a massivebeating already and Renat still looks strong and almost fresh. Oh there’s plenty of blood. The cut above his eye is oozing, blocking half his vision. His chest and side and covered in red welts, already turning bluish as the bruises fade in.

Jackson staggers forward and Renat leaps into the air, like a gazelle, swinging a full circle, he kicks his heel into the side of Jackson’s head.

The man drops like a stone.

His body slaps into the floor and before the ref has even called the victory, people are screaming triumph in favor of Renat.

“Black Hawk. Black Hawk,” they chant and I join in just for the fun of it.

Radmir orders us drinks while we wait for Renat to change and come out from the locker rooms.

“He’ll want a tequila,” Ruvim laughs.

“As usual,” Roman nods.

Just as Roman spots Renat walking towards us, a loud smashing sound makes me jump.

Radmir stiffens and everyone looks towards where a massive brawl has broken out—not in the cage.

“Fuckers!” Roman shouts, standing.

Radmir stands up, pushing me behind himself.

“I’m getting you out of here!” he shouts over the mayhem.

Grabbing my arm, he drags me all the way up the stairs and through the stuffy building out into the night air. He leads me to the car and shoves me inside it. Then to my surprise he turns to go back inside.

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