The Russian Storm

Chapter 2

  Boom!
And there goes my last bag. Grabing the bag I drag it over to the pile of discarded and broken bags. Now thanks to that bitch I have to buy a new one. She just couldn't keep her fucking mouth shut and tipped off the police, the entire ring got shut down. Some how the mayors daughter ended up with one of the underground fighting notifications and she went straight to the cops, luckily I didnt have a fight so I wasnt there when they raided the place and arrested everyone.
   Going up stairs I throw all my belonging into a suit case and grab my fight bag, preparing to take off but Im stopped by a knocking at the door.
   "Ugh, Im coming" I yell as I make my way to the door. Opening it to see someone I am unfamiliar with.
     "Can I help you" I ask raising an eyebrow as I look him over. He isnt bad looking with short brown hair and a boyish charm, he looks like the average boy next door, but something seemed off.
    "The names Tony, are you Katia Slavec aka the Russain Storm" as he ends he gives off a slight smirk. Acting as though he has just said some huge secret.
  "Thats me alright, why don't you come inside" I say with a tight smile on my face. The second he steps in, I look around and shut the door. Turning around Im shoved up against the door as he places a knife up to my neck. Raising an eyebrow I just watch him, he seemed so concentrated, which tells me he doesnt know what he is doing at all.
  "Aww and here I thought we were gonna be friends" a pout makes its way onto my face and before he could make a move to respond, I grab his hand with the knife on my neck and punch him in the gut. As he doubles over I move to the side taking the knife from his hand and putting it to his neck. Holding him from behind by his hair I lean up and whisper in his ear.
   "Didn't your mother teach you not to play with strangers" I smile as he tenses at the close proximity. Removing the knife from his neck I back up and allow him to relax. Shaking my head I walk over to a stool at the counter and sit down waiting for him to follow.
  "Well I assume you had a reason for hunting me down, and more than likely your not here to kill me, so what do you want" as I wait for a response I play with the dinky little knife I was "attacked" with moments before.
  "I want to recruit you as a fighter, you can think of me as a sort of talent scout for the under ground fight club in the town over" he replies sitting down next to me. Looking over at the man I can't help but laugh. Him. A fight manager? Based on how easily he was disarmed youd think he would have never even seen someone throw a punch.
  "Look, you seem like a nice guy and all, but what the fuck makes you think I'd be a fighter for you, you can barely hold a knife properly and look like your still in high school" I dont bother to hide my amusment as I speak to him. There is no point in it, I genuinely think that this boy has no idea what he is trying to get involved in.
  "Well your in need of a ring in order to fight. And last I checked the one you used to fight at got raided, I just thought that you would like to keep fighting is all. But hey if your not as great as they all say and you're too afraid to give it a shot then I'll be on my way" he said as he smiled and began walking to the door. I grind my teeth knowing what he is playing at but not caring in the slightest, I stop him.
  "You find me a fight by tomorrow night, someone big, someone strong, and no rules. Then we can talk about this whole manager thing. If you cant get me that fight, then I guess I'll be looking for a different person for my manager" I spit out as I push him out the door. Still fired up and not having a bag to beat the living shit out of I head out to the gym across town. Before zoning out I just hope that the boy can get me the fight for tomorrow.
   After I release all the pent up energy I had I take off to the garage to swap my black Harley for my 1969 Black Chevy Camaro, my pride and joy. Its an older car but I've go it all amped up, it moves faster, smoother and better than anything ive seen. Starting her up and she sound like thunder, pulling out of the garage I head to the track with some money from my last win as my entry fee.
     Before heading to the line up I pull over and get out of the car, going around to the trunk I get out my street clothes. They consist of a black hoodie with "Russian Storm" sewn onto the back followed by a pair of dark washed jeans putting my hood up I get back into the car and head over to the line up.
  Its been a year or two since I last raced, so there are a few new cars here that I dont recognize. Regardless I pay my fair and take my place amonst the rest of the racers. On my right is a dark blue newer model camaro with tinted windows, they rev their engine at me, so I do the same but mine is much louder almost coming off as thunder.
     The flag is dropped and I take off I stay in third place for a while, but I easily get bored so I figured that I led them on long enough. I easily pass them and we are still on the first stretch, coming to the first turn I dont look at the light but drift into a right turn headed towards to freeway. Looking behind me I can make out two other racers one of them being the blue camaro, I smile seeing that there was a few new racers that were decent enought to keep up. Making the exit, I floor it leaving the two in the dust one more turn and I'll be back at the track and crossing the finish line. Look behind me one more time I see the other camaro still there. Glaring through my mirror I shift and drift into the turn coming out the turn I make sure to cut him off, finally needing to use some more speed to win in the land slide way that I do, I give it all shes got and fly over the finish line coming in first place. Flipping around and steping out of my car I wait for the racer in the blue camaro to get out as well.
   Finally he steps out of his car, and let me tell you he looks pissed. Keeping my hood up I lean on my car smirking, as he storms over to me. He easily towers over me and his blue eyes send an icy glare in my direction.
  "You bitch, you cheated!! Who the fuck do you think you are anyway!" He yells in my face, clearly I struck a nerve.
  "I didnt cheat, also the names Storm. And you are?" I relpy calm and collected, maintaining the smirk on my face as he gets even more hot and bothered.
    "Elijah King, undefeated street racer and fighter" he grounds out and puffs up his chest with pride as he, oh so proudly says the last bit.
   "I think you mean defeated street racer" I poke at the wound and laugh a bit. His eyes harden as he looks down at me anger evident in his eyes. He quickly raises his hand and rips my hood off my head as to see who it is that actually was talking to him. My smirk drops, and laughter quickly dies, nobody touches my hood. My grey eyes darken and jaw sets, balling my fist I glare at the man in front of me, barely containing my rage.
  "You're new here" Elijah's entire mood changed the second my hood was off, he talked with lust in his voice and relaxed posture. This only angered me farther, and I swear if that man doesnt announce me as the winner and bring me my money im gonna snap at Elijah. Who by the way took my silent glare the wrong way and started to lean forwards a bit.
  "What do say, we go back to my place and have a little fun"  he whispered with that cocky smile on his face. So being me I put on the sweetest face I could and played with my hair a bit suddenly acting all shy. Moving a little closer to him, I leaned up to him and put my arms on his shoulders.
   "Bite me" I whisper and quickly pull back and kick him hard in the gut, effectively pushing him over and him clutching his gut. I smirk as I look him over pathetic I mumble and walk over to the man that had collected my money. Putting my hood back on I take my prize money and make my way back to my car. Unfortunately douche bag didn't get the memo and was leaning..on..my..car!!!
   "Aww Princess that wasn't very nice of you" he pouted when I made it over to him. Ill admit dudes hot, but I currently hate his personality.
    "Aww babe, its a good thing im not a princess then isnt it" I said with the same pouty expression. "Now get the fuck off my car" my voice came out laced with venom, and Elijah put his hands up in surrender and backed away from my car.
   Getting home I notice a piece of paper on the counter, picking it up I see it was from Tony, his number was writen on it. So I decided to give him a call.
  "Tony, what do you know about Elijah King?"

     Hey guys!!!! Thanks for reading my story. This chapter is over 1700 words, is that a decent length? Let me know what you think in a comment. I would just like to appoligizd for any typos or errors as this is my first story. But i would love to hear back from you on what you think about the story, characters, or even what you think will happen.