𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗠 (UNTAMED LOVE #1) ✅

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 41

Kyle

The sound of the bell echoed through the noise and the fight started. I sat in my office, my eyes on the tall muscular wrestler, through the glass separating us from the crowd. He already beat the pulp out of two opponents and he was attacking his third one. He was powerful, strong and difficult to bring down but he was not one of mine.

I motioned Ethan and he leaned in closer to me,

"Get the money ready, he'll be one of our wrestlers now!"

He nodded and went to make all the arrangements. My cold gaze focused on the monster fighting, I watched his moves closely as his fist clutter on his opponent's nose and kicking him hard in his stomach. Spilling blood, the poor asshole fell down on the ground, making him the winner once again.

"Fuck, he's good!" Caleb exclaimed behind me.

"He's ours now!" I muttered under my breath, blowing out a thick smoke from my cigarette.

"You really want to turn me into a beggar, right?"

I smirked at the sound of the voice of the one I was waiting for. Oh, too bad! He didn't know that I was planning to make him in the state where he'll be worse than a beggar.

"You're already a beggar!" I coldly replied, motioning my men to leave the room.

The man I was waiting for came to sit beside me, watching the next match too. I breathed in the cigarette again as he chuckled beside me.

"I didn't think I had the power to bring you here from your honeymoon, Kyle Mikhailov!"

"I came because I wanted to, you don't have that much power on me, Miguel Albuquerque!"

I felt his eyes on me but I didn't even bother to turn to him. My eyes focused on the fight, only my ears were to him.

"Do you really think buying this fighter of mine will make me poor?"

"It will, you barely have any cents left in your bank account after you tried buying my night clubs and other underground fight rings!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clenching around his walking cane and my mouth pulled up in a dark smile as I already knew he was fuming with rage.

"Trust me, Kyle. I will find a way to destroy you just like I destroyed your father and Micha Lebedev!"

At his words, an evil laugh resonated through my chest. Dealing with Miguel was really fun, his ego being hurt was something I enjoyed really much. He was too proud for what? For nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

I took a sip from my vodka and I leaned in my seat, making myself more comfortable than I already was, closing my eyes tightly.

"You really don't stand us, do you, Miguel?"

I heard him huffed beside me. He was good at manipulating people but this was his only weapon. He was actually a weak idiot and now I was making him weaker.

"I always had enemity with the whole Bratva because they always had some way to make me lose everything, all my money, my clubs, my slaves..."

"Miguel, we didn't make you lose everything, you were always a loser!"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH..."

He swore and I heard him lifting his stick to hit me but I was faster than him. I tossed the stick and it fell in the corner of the room. I held his hand tightly and he hissed.