Page 123 of Bratva Butcher

She didn’t fuck around. She came running back at me with absolutely no fear, no hesitation. It made me like her even more. She was perfect for my son. Smart, strong and protective as all hell. It was a relief to know she would always have his back, no matter what, against anyone.

Including me.

I worked hard to avoid her strikes, but she was quick as a cat—quicker even—and more of her blows landed then not. Fed up with the pain, I charged through her next round of attacks, gripped her by the throat and held her up in the air.

Even when I snarled in her face, her feet dangling several inches off the ground, she didn’t show an ounce of fear. I raised my free hand, closed into into a tight fist and—

A strong hand gripped mine, halting it in the air. Aleksandr was there at my side. He bared his teeth in a savage growl. I dropped Drea instantly to block him as he attacked me ferociously. A second later, Drea was back. She ducked and weaved between Aleksandr and I, lashing out with strikes in between his. They worked perfectly in tandem with each other, and I was powerless to stop them. There was no way I could beat them together.

Aleksandr front-kicked me, and Drea swung around my body like some sort of circus contortionist, ensuring I landed flat on my back. Then, she wrapped her legs around my arm at the same time Aleksandr locked me into a knee bar.

They both pulled back at the same time and pain shot through me, so crippling that I yelled out.

“Jesus, fuck!” I cursed loudly.

Aleksandr didn’t tell me totap. He knew it would be pointless, but he honestly didn’t have to.

They’d won. Fair and square.

Well, as fair as a two vs one fight can be, anyway.

I used my free hand to tap the floor twice.

There was a brief pause, almost as if they couldn’t believe I’d actually done it.

“Hello,” I grunted. “I tapped. Means you let me the fuck go.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Drea winced, unwinding her legs from around my arm. She got to her feet, standing over me at the same time Aleksandr did. Red stained her cheeks, and she reached down to try and help me up. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I just—”

I raised a hand to stop her chatter. Keeping one hand to my back, I got to my feet and blew out a painful breath. “Nothing to apologise for. I like knowing you’d fight anyone to protect your husband. Even me.Especiallyme.”

“Oh.” She smiled. “Okay. Cool.”

When I turned to look at my son, he didn’t look as happy. His brows were lowered in an angry frown.

“What?” I shrugged innocently. “You won.”

He punched me in the face with absolutely no warning.

“Blyad! Fuck!Aleksandr—”

“That’s for hurting my wife, asshole.”

Okay, that was fair.

I rubbed my aching jaw, about to say what I was thinking out loud when Drea surprised both Aleksandr and I by slapping him across the arm.

“Hey!” she chastised, staring him down. “All is fair in a friendly spar.”

“But he—”

She cut him off with nothing but a scathing look. He grumbled out what sounded like a reluctant “fine” under his breath.

I chuckled, and then winced as pain flared through me. “Ow, fuck,” I blew out, holding my side. Now that the adrenaline from the fight was easing off, the pain was becoming a lot more noticeable. “Okay, I’m going to go sit down for a week—”

“Father, wait.” Aleksandr leant forward to whisper something in Drea’s ear. She smirked, bit her lip, nodded and then waved goodbye to me before darting off. Aleksandr turned to face me, standing tall. “About what we were talking about before—”

“When I was kicking your ass, you mean?” I joked, in hopes of derailing this conversation before it even started.

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