Shattered Crown

CHAPTER EIGHT

MAXIM

A few hours from sunrise, I drive the silent streets of Moscow, heading
to my home.

My knuckles around the steering wheel are raw and bruised—fresh
from a win at the city's most notorious underground fight club. There, I’m
no magnate, no business tycoon. I’m just another fighter, finding solace in
the brutal ballet of fists and blood. I doubt anyone there knows who I am.
And if they did, they’d know better than to blab it to anyone.

The fighting ring is a place as familiar as home to me. My father was an
underground fighter. Unlike my mother, he managed to stay alive until my
fifteenth birthday. Not that he was much of a father—my grandmother did the bulk of raising me. He didn’t care if I went to school, brushed my teeth,ate vegetables, or any of the things a typical parent might worry about. But
he did care if I could fight. That, he taught me well.

In the ring, I was invincible. At a young age, I mastered the art of
ducking and weaving, ensuring my face stayed untouched. Quick jabs,
strategic right hooks, whatever it took to send my opponent sprawling. It
didn’t matter if my opponent was twice my size. Fighting was what I was
good at. When my father died, it was how I made money to survive.

It’s also what got me noticed by Oleg Antonov, Kira’s father. The Antonov patriarch had not passed on the reins yet, and Oleg was eager to
impress his father. When he saw the damage I could inflict with my fists, he
brought me into his bratva—not as a made man but as his secret weapon—
taking me along on collections. He used to get a thrill commanding me to
break bones and crush skulls. Treating me as though I were his damn pet he
could order around. I’d still be under his thumb if it wasn’t for my skill in
investing and aligning myself with the right people. From early on I knew
that a man like Oleg—with his vices and ferocious temper—was not
someone I wanted to hitch my wagon to.

The irony that I ended up marrying his daughter isn’t lost on me. At
least we have one thing in common. She hated him as much as I did. The
daughter whose cat-like hazel eyes, tousled blonde hair, and creamy thighs I
tried to drive from my mind tonight with every punishing blow I landed.

I’m not sure how successful I was. Because it’s not only about how she
looks. Few people are willing to stand up to me like she does, and apparently, that gets my dick hard. Not that I'll be doing anything about it. I
don’t like her, I don’t trust her, and most of all, I don’t want a wife. Our relationship will remain strictly business. Parking in my underground garage, I nod as I pass the guards patrolling
my main floor, before taking the stairs two at a time to my bedroom.

Pavel was right. I didn’t do myself any favors by demanding Kira and I share a bed.

Do I believe that keeping Kira close is the best way to keep an eye on
her? Absolutely. Is it the only reason I want her near in the dark of night?
No comment.

I open the door to my bedroom, bracing for the view of Kira nestled
under the gray silk sheets, but the expanse of my bed is untouched, empty

My eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of her, but she's not
here.

Did something happen to her? My mind races through scenarios, but the
obvious answer is usually the right one.
Exasperation consumes me. Pulling my cell from my pocket, I dial the
guard on duty in the control room.

"Boss," Anton answers promptly.
"Check the cameras on this floor. It seems my wife was confused about
where she was expected to sleep.” I don’t believe for a moment Kira was
confused about anything, but let Anton believe what he will.

There's a brief pause, the clacking of keys on a keyboard providing
background noise. "Looks like she entered the south-facing guest bedroom
in the east wing earlier in the evening. She hasn’t come out yet.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. So, she's playing a little game
of hide-and-seek. Doesn’t she know I’ll always win? It's exhilarating, though. A challenge like this is rare; it's not often
someone dares to test me.

I hang up the phone and prepare to teach Kira what it means to disobey me. 💀

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Chapter eight is completed  I wonder what Maxim is going to do to kira👀

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