Ruthless Saint

XXIX

MIKA MALIKOV

        "I think you might have broken my legs." I groaned out as I attempted to walk out of the car. My legs shook a bit and the throbbing between my thighs reminded me about the act we engaged in less than an hour ago.

        A hand came up around my waist pulling me towards him. "Hm?"

        "I can barely walk."

        "I'll rub them when we get home."

        I thought he was joking but the hard look on his face told me he was being dead serious. And knowing that fact for some reason made me all giddy inside.

        "It's not happening again." I muttered under my breath.

        He gave me a look from the corner of his eyes. "I think you're forgetting you're the one who seduced me."

        "Lies."

        It really wasn't a lie. I did in fact make the first move and it might or may not have led to us having sex in the back of his car, but I didn't claim responsibility for it.

        We walked into an empty gym. It was dimly lit, and the echo of our footsteps reasoned in the room with the steady hum of the overhead light. 

        I took a couple of steps and paused. I shot a glance at Mischa and Pavel who seemed to be holding a change of clothes and immediately took a step back.

        No.

        A hand curled around my waist before I could run away. His low voice came against my earlobe, murmuring. "No running, lisichka."

        I shook my head as he drew me back into his arms. "No."

        "Da." A soft chuckle against my skin that sparked every single fuse inside my body. "You need to learn how to protect yourself, Mika."

        I didn't dare argue because he was right. I did need to learn how to protect myself. 

        My papá didn't have any boys and there was no one to pass the title of capo to because in the Cosa Nostra, women weren't taught how to fight or wield a weapon of any sort. 

        The closest thing I knew how to do was throw a punch and it wasn't a very good one.

        Half an hour later and I found myself in the center of the ring. I'd changed into shorts and a sports bra. 

        I shot a glance towards Mischa when Pavel walked into the ring. 

        The corner of his lips tipped as he watched me, and I shook my head as an attempt to communicate.

        "Mischa?"

        "Pavel will show you the basics." He told me.

        I raised a brow. "What about you?"

        "I don't want to hurt you."

        "I'm tough. I can handle it."

        "Like you handled me last time?" An arched brow.

        My face heated with embrassement, and I stuck my tongue out at him. I knew what he was referring to and it didn't help matters that Pavel was listening to this, but a part of me knew he was right.

        I turned and faced Pavel. He gave me a tight smile and I knew he wasn't too keen on teaching me the basics. Mischa was standing outside the ring with his gaze fixed on Pavel, watching his every move.