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The tall one at the back is covered in tattoos like Miki. He’s a beast. The blond one next to him is pretty similar, but with a short cut like maybe he’s military.

The guy in the front, with the navy suit and dark hair grins and extends his hand to Mikhail, who firmly shakes it.

“Mr. Falcone. Good to see you again.” Miki greets him.

“Same goes to you, Mr. Volkov.” He looks at me and extends his hand. “You must be Anastasia.” His deep Italian accent is kinda nice to listen to.

“I am.” I accept his firm handshake.

“These are my guys. The muscle, Mr. Keller Russo. This one here, Grayson Ward. And my right hand man, Mr. Luca Russo.”

I nod my head. They all seem nice. Not as rowdy as Mikhail's group. But I bet just as deadly.

“Lovely to meet you all.”

Mikhail wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“We can catch up later over a few vodkas.” He looks to Luca. “Or Brandy? Is that still your poison of choice?”

“Can’t beat it.” Luca holds up his glass.

Jax appears from beside us and clasps Keller on the shoulder.

“You ready for a fight?”

I frown. What is he talking about?

Frankie clearly notices the confusion on my face and chuckles.

“Keller is the world heavyweight champion. Him and Grayson here trained up Jax.”

“Oh, cool.” I can’t imagine what they’d all look like in the ring.

“So Keller is fighting Jax?” Mikhail asks, looking at Jax who excitedly nods.

“Yep. Charity match at the start of next year, we’re donating to a Men's Mental Health Charity. I’ll take it off as vacation, don’t worry boss.”

The men erupt into laughter.

“I expect our invite.” Mikhail tells him.

“You can get in the ring if you want, Miki vs Grayson?” Jax sniggers.

Grayson grins. “I’ll give you a run for your money, Mikhail.”

Miki huffs beside me. “Yeah, I’d like to see it.”

Jax claps his hands together. “This could work you know. Luca you can fight Alexei.”

Luca quickly shakes his head and laughs. “Only if you take any weapons away from him. He fights dirty.”

“Who is taking on Nikolai?”

The men all turn to Frankie.

“I’ll fight anyone. I’m sure I can give the big guy a run for his money.”

As if on cue, Nikolai slaps Mikhail on the shoulder.

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