Page 57 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

Ivan tracked Donovan to the side of the ring, where he stood with a few other men who were looking smug and satisfied. When one of the bouncers passed by again, Ivan gotthe man’s attention, leaving me to stand by one of the large poles that supported the roof.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Ivan pointed back at Donovan, and the bouncer made a face that could only be described as a snarl. Ivan shook hands with the man and walked back over to me.

Without saying a word, he pointed at Donovan, and I just watched, confused and intrigued. In seconds, however, a fleet of bouncers surrounded Donovan and his men. They hauled the men off their feet, working to drag them away from the ring.

Donovan looked furious and fought against the massive thugs gripping him as he cursed and screamed out.

“Who the fuck did this?!” Donovan thrashed harder to no avail. “Don’t you know who I am?! This is fucking bullshit!”

Punches started to be thrown by Donovan’s crew, and he even tried one on the colossal guy who was pulling him away by the back of his shirt. The disgusting sounds of bones cracking and blood splattering to the ground turned my stomach, and Ivan held a hand out in front of me as Donovan was yanked past us.

“You’ll all fucking pay for this shit! Let go of me! I—”

But he stopped, Donovan’s eyes locking on Ivan as he was dragged off from the VIP booths to the opposite side of the building. His eyes flared wide as they landed on Ivan, and a chill ran down my spine that had nausea pooling in my gut.

“You,” he growled, and in a quick jerk, he managed to slip his bouncer.

Donovan rushed at Ivan, who shoved me backward toward the pole. I hit it with a slap just as Donovan launched hisfist forward and smashed it into Ivan’s jaw. The noise was awful, and I flinched back as the Irishman punched Ivan.

It was a cheap shot. Ivan had been ensuring I was out of harm’s way when Donovan clocked him. As Ivan righted, Donovan took advantage of the momentary confusion to jab his fist into Ivan’s face again.

Blood bloomed from Ivan’s brow as Donovan’s fist slid over it, and I flinched again.

I was about to yell when I considered where I was. Yelling Ivan’s name or trying to help could very well be the worst idea, and I didn’t want Ivan getting in any more trouble than he already had.

Donovan lined up to hit him again, but this time, Ivan caught his fist and punched back. Ivan’s large hand smashed into Donovan’s nose, and the guy flew backward, hitting the ground.

Might be able to throw a punch, but Donovan clearly can’t take one.

The bouncer who’d grabbed him before was finally able to push through the crowd and hurried over to Donovan, pulling him up off the floor as his nose gushed blood.

“You all right, sir?” The bouncer asked Ivan.

“Fine. He’s all yours.”

The bouncer pulled Donovan off, and when they were out of sight, I rushed up to Ivan’s side.

“Christ, are you okay? You’re bleeding pretty good.”

He shrugged, touching his brow gently to see the red dripping from it himself. “Ah, I’m fine. I’ve had worse. Besides, that should keep Donovan out of our hair for a while.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “There had to be a better way of doing that.”

With a smirk, Ivan offered his arm to me. “Maybe. But it worked. How about we head back home so you can patch me up?”

The innuendo was clear, and as much as I wanted to be upset with Ivan, I was still impressed by what he’d been able to pull off. And I knew that as soon as we got back and Ivan had me alone again, he’d be deep inside me before I could get so much as a bandaid on his head.

Chapter 22 - Ivan

It’s been two weeks. Two fucking weeks of tracking that asshole, Donovan, to learn more, and all I’ve done is taken care ofothercontacts Lev—and, by extension, Sergei—wants dealt with.

Enough of the info I found on Donovan led to several of his supposed allies. Over time, I’ve been able to track each of them down in the hunt for more usable data. A handful were less than thrilled about ratting him out, but a good session in the chair loosened their tongues.

Still, there were five who wouldn’t budge, sure that Donovan was the new player in town. They all met the same fate as anyone else looking to mess with the Vadims and my brothers and I had been there to deliver Vadim justice to each bastard who threatened them.

Tonight signaled the last of the leads I had to go on, and it hadn’t panned out. I was pissed, grumpy as all hell, and ready to get back home to Adley.

“Have the cleaners come. We can’t have this shit found,” I bit out, and Abe cocked a brow at me.

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