The Russian Fighter (Mafia Men #1)

Birthday Surprise

Chapter 10

Edited

"Erik," I shouted. "Stop it!"

"You fucking bastard," he roared, trying to get in a good punch, but Maksim rolled over with Erik now under him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"You don't deserve her," Maksim growled back, pinning his cousin down with a hard punch to his left eye.

The music was cut off, and the only sounds were the repeated contact of flesh on flesh. Erik might be tall with a physique of a athlete, but Maksim was much more. So much more. And if I don't stop this now, there was going to be blood.

"Guys, stop," I commanded, ripping Maksim off Erik. "This has gone on long enough. You're going to kill each other over a stupid reason. You're suppose to be family."

Erik shot up from the ground, a line of red running from the corner of his lip. "And you're suppose to be my girlfriend," he threw back at me. "Instead you're being a whore with my cousin."

"It wasn't like that!"

He threw his hands in the air. "Then what was that?" He wore a nasty snarl on his face. "Huh? Can you explain that?"

"I-"

"She doesn't need to explain herself," Maksim intervened. "This is on me. I tricked her into doing it. But that doesn't give you the right to talk to her like that."

"You," Erik hissed, face full of fury. "You couldn't stay away. You had to keep going after my girl."

I held Erik at bay as Aleks had a much harder time keeping Maksim from setting off a round 2. Jeff was there, taking one of his biceps, and gently holding banding his neck with a arm without choking him.

"Not here, brother," said Aleks.

"He doesn't give a shit about her," Maksim shouted, eyes ablaze. "If he did he wouldn't have-"

"What I do is none of your business," said Erik. "You can't give her what she wants any more than I can. You have girls on your arm every day. Who's to say you will be able to stay celibate without parking your dick into another willing piece of pussy, if you get the chance."

"You both need to stop," I said, my body swaying. Was it just me, or was the ground moving?

I shivered. It was getting way too cold, and my head was starting to feel almost numb.

Maksim's gaze skipped over Erik, to me. "Fuck, Korina. You're shivering."

"You look like you are going to pass out," added Jeff.

Aleks came to my side, folding his hands on my face. "Bylad, little one. We need to get you warm. You feel like ice."

"Not like no one else has said that to me before," I muttered.

"Your skin," he admonished. "You're freezing out here."

"No," I whispered, my gaze fading in and out. "I'm fine."

Maksim's eyes darkened. "No you are not. You can't afford to get hypothermia. Let's get her inside."

By my unwillingness Maksim forced me into the slide door, shoving me gently on a chair in the beautifully decorated kitchen of Erik's home. Most of the counters were white, accented marble and adjoined with the dinning area, as well as the parlor with navy blue pillows that matched the exterior.