Page 2 of A Mafia's Treasure

I have been looking forward to today. I sent an invite to a new guy, Frankie. I have been following him for some time, and his results are out of this world. The men he has beaten, and some in record time too. I’ve needed a challenge, and this club could do with someone like him.

I catch movement in the far corner as I see the other men stop what they’re doing, and their heads turn in unison as a woman walks in. From here I can’t see too well, but fuck, we don’t get many visitors that look like that. I think she took a wrong turn and should be at the gym down the road for the yoga class or some shit.

Standing, I open the door and raise my head in acknowledgment. “Can I help you?” I throw in a wink, you never know, I might get a quick fuck before she moves on with her day.

She frowns at me, placing her hand on her hip. “You can actually, are you Tony?” she asks, grinning at me.

“That’s right, sweetheart, and you are?” I raise my head to see her chuckle as she holds her hand out for me to shake.

“Hey, sweetheart, I am Frankie. I believe you are expecting me.” She winks … shefuckingwinks at me.

“I am sorry who?” I am sure I stutter, but I can’t believe what I am hearing. This woman in front of me can’t be the guy I have been waiting for, there is no fucking way.

“I don’t think I whispered, but for those at the back, I am Frankie, you know the one you invited to come over here… From England.” Her smile is bright, showing an amazing set of white teeth. I mean what the fuck, teeth! Who gives a shit about her fucking teeth. I am standing here looking at a woman who I could probably bench press, and she has literally had men three times her size tapping out.

“Are you okay? Would you like to take a seat?” She starts to laugh.

I don’t know what she is laughing at. Nico will fucking kill me. He is expecting a machine, and I have been banging on and on about how good this guy from London is for weeks. But what is standing in front of me is … is … fuck, is a woman who could model for a beauty magazine.

I feel the vibrations before the ringing starts, but I can’t take my eyes off her.

“You should probably get that.” Her head tilts down to the ringing from my tracksuit pants.

Shaking my head, I pull my phone free and see whose name is flashing on the screen and groan. “Fuck!” I say to myself, but realize when she smirks and raises her eyebrow that it came out louder than I would have liked.

“Nico, what’s up, man?” I try to sound cheerier than I actually am right now. I don’t want him to know what’s happening. I can sort this shit out before he even needs to know about this.

“I assume that Frankie has arrived and is living up to expectations,” comes his deep voice down the line.

“Yep, Frankie is here. We haven’t got around to any training yet, but I am not sure what I was thinking, maybe we should have gone with the other guy from New Jersey,” I rush out.

“Why, what’s wrong? The stats you sent were outstanding. If you haven’t trained yet, what’s putting you off? He got a bad attitude? He knows what else he’s training for, right?” I can hear his impatience.

“I didn’t want to mention it on the phone, but the chatter is they are ruthless. I didn’t think they’d have a problem so thought I would discuss it when they arrived.” I know I’m rambling, but I’m looking at her smirking and, to be honest, I’d love to go a few rounds with her just to knock the smirk off her face.

“I don’t have time for this shit. Things should be smoother than this, and I need it sorted. The fight between Koslov is in two weeks, and we have to win. Frankie has to be in that ring, it's already been agreed, so get him there.” I’m met with a click as Nico hangs up.

I watch as she turns away, then turns to look back at me. “Wanna show me what you got, big boy?” She purses her lips, blowing a kiss, and laughs as she steps into the cage.

“Only one rule here, no weapons, right?” she asks

I inhale as I look around at all the guys who have started to gather around the ring, smiling, and all interested in what’s about to go down.

“Oh.” I chuckle. “Here, there is only one rule, sweetheart. There are no rules.” I throw her a wink, watching her carefully, but she doesn’t show anything. No fear, just see the clench of her jaw. Fuck, this bitch is hard to read.

“Let’s go then, handsome, if you think you can handle it?”

The next thing I know her legs are wrapped around my neck and not in a good way. I can feel the air slowly leaving me, but I can’t give in, no fucking way. I don’t know how she did it, but she knocked me on the ground in the blink of an eye and now I can hardly fucking breath.

You can hear the silence around the ring, the guys who were all watching have stopped the hollering and clapping. I start to see white specks dance in front of my eyes, but I won’t do it, no way will I tap out.

“You’re looking a little red there. What’s the matter, my performance left you breathless?” She chuckles as she switches position so she is straddling me, but her legs are still very firmly wrapped around my neck, a move where she could very quickly and easily break my neck, and she knows it.

I have limited options available to me now, so I lift my hands and yank down her Lycra bottoms, exposing her to the crowd around us. If I want her to release her hold, then this will do it.

“Oh, baby, you like to play too?” Her clear blue eyes hold mine as she lifts up slightly, allowing the bottoms to fall lower.

My eyes widen when I realize this girl is actually fucking crazy. She lifts herself up and down slowly, and I can smell her arousal, it’s a heady experience. I wave my hand, dismissing the guys around the ring. If they know what’s good for them, they will all head out.

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