Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

Noise greeted us the moment we entered the underground facility. The entire setup changed and moved between my cities, the invites going out via text or email. The location nothing more than a set of coordinates. The fights had been going for nearly five years now. In all that time, only two fights had been removed and the location changed because someone decided to cave and give the details to the police.

From my men on my payroll, they’d sent me the alert of the impending invasion, and I’d gotten plenty of time to move myself and the fight to another location. The police had found nothing more than empty space, even with some paperwork about the potential renovations for business purposes.

I was always one step ahead.

The very people who’d ratted the fight no longer had a very comfortable life. One of them was dead, the other lived on the streets, having lost their fortune. The warning was simple, don’t rat us out, and we won’t come after you.

These fights earned a great deal of money. Blood money. They weren’t the standard, organized fist-slamming shown on television. This was a death match.

Many people liked to pay good money to see men fight for survival. The rich loved to be able to wave their cash to get anything they desired, even if they didn’t know exactly what it was they wanted.

The more depraved, the more money.

Aurora’s hand on my arm got even tighter as she saw the ring down below.

The basement of this fight was set out as if we were in a great opera. The space was decent, the crowd going wild.

Everything was safe. No risk of the building caving in on us.

“This is … oh, my God, gross,” Aurora said. She released my arm to grip the railing. The man beside her looked at her, pissed as if she’d ruined it for him. I glared at him. Everyone knew who I was, and Aurora would be protected. “This is all real?” She glanced around the room, and as she took it all in, the frown across her brow deepened.

“Yes.”

“Oh, God.” She glanced back at the dance floor.

Some of the women were screaming for the kill. The fights always brought out the lust in some. I didn’t need to look at anyone to see women getting off as the men fought. The blood covered the ground. The men looked exhausted, but no one called the fight to the end.

One final blow, and I heard the crack of knuckles. The man fell to the ground. This fight happened once a month. I never allowed it to go again. Once it played and people paid their money, I gave enough time and space to make them crave the fights. Their thirst for blood driving their need higher.

All of this was business.

The fighters all knew the risks entering the ring. They had to fight to the death. No exceptions unless someone screamed out for mercy for them. The crowd knew they could shout to save them.

The man was now on the floor, his body being dragged out, and no one had cared to give him the mercy shot.

Aurora didn’t know the rules.

“Why did you bring me here?”

I hadn’t attended the last two, and I always made sure to attend at least half of the fights. Men died. For all I knew, good men died for the pleasure of money. The least I could do was show up to some to bear witness.

I pulled Aurora in front of me. Her hair was held back with a small clip. The dress she wore drove me wild. The plunging neckline had me wondering how she kept her tits in place. The dress didn’t cover half her body, and I knew because I’d picked it.

I pressed my lips against her neck. My hands grabbed the railing at either side of her, locking her against my body. No escape.

“No one saved him,” I said.

This made her jerk. “Can they?”

“Yes.” I nodded. I couldn’t resist a lick across her pulse. I heard her gasp. It wasn’t loud but subtle, and I heard it.

“They had a chance to save that guy and they chose to let him die?”

“Yes.”

“And they all know they can save him?”

“Yes. It’s why I’m telling you now.” I kissed her neck, and she moaned. “They would rather pay to see a man die than allow him to live.”

“I’m not like that.”

“You’re not?” I asked.

Another fighter was already making their way out. The previous winner looked exhausted. He had one chance. Double his chances of winning, or bow out, winning more than any job would give him.

I watched him, seeing the man who came out. Both were hard, muscular men. The one coming toward the ring had a certain walk to him. His confidence spoke volumes. The man in the ring held an air of desperation. He was here out of need to make quick cash, whereas the man who now entered the ring was in no rush, had no fear, no panic. It had been a long time since I saw such a man so calm.

This was going to be brutal.

I placed my hand on Aurora’s stomach. Her entire body shook as the first punch landed, and my assessment was clear.

The crowd started out silent, not sure which way to vote, or who to want to win. The previous winner had them all up his ass just moments ago, but now, they saw a different winner. Their cheering for the other ceased, the brutal newcomer earning their praise.

I was right, like always.

The new guy attacked, but he didn’t do it for the crowd. The moment the first punch came, they unlocked a beast.

Seconds passed, and the other guy bled from his nose, lip, eye, and some from his ear.

“Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.”

The chants came thick and fast.

Aurora continued to shake.

The new one shoved the guy down onto the ground and punched him in the head. He didn’t get up, but he was still alive, still breathing.

I watched as the one now looking like the victor stared around the room, building up the courage.

They all screamed for blood and death.

Aurora tensed up. “Mercy!”

Her shout was loud, clear, and the entire basement fell silent.

No one ever screamed for mercy.

I wasn’t sure if Aurora would.

She was different, I knew that, and this was a test to see just how much she was.

“Mercy! Do not kill him. He was a champion. He doesn’t deserve death.”

By the rules of the game, the fight should end, and he would become champion. Disappointment rang out around the room, and I watched as he disobeyed the rules of my fucking game.

He stomped on the man’s head, three times, and I heard the break, and the twitch, rendering him dead.

Anger rushed through me. I grabbed Aurora’s hands as cheers rang out.

“You said they couldn’t do that?” I heard the tears in her voice.

She’d seen death before, but this time, she’d tried to save the man.

The crowd parted for me as the men who worked for me cleaned up the mess of the man on the floor.

The brutal one held his fists up in the air as I stepped into the ring.

“Slavik!” Aurora cried out, and my two guards were on either side of her. I felt the hostility of the crowd as they looked at her.

I removed my jacket, throwing it out to my men, and the one who’d just violated my rules turned to me.

“Sorry, mate, no rich pricks in the ring.”

This man clearly didn’t know my name or who I was. “What’s your name?”

“What’s it to you? You need to teach your wife not to come to grown-up games. They’re only going to get her hurt.”

“I will not repeat myself.”

The man scoffed and looked toward the men I allowed to run this event. The room had gone silent. Those who knew me were aware of what had just happened here. I had one simple rule. Once mercy was shouted by one person, the fight ended. No blood, no death, and they still had to pay up.

“I don’t answer to any cunts like you. Get him and his ugly-as-fuck wife out of my ring. This is mine. No one can beat me.”

“Ben,” I said. “What is his name?”

“It’s George, Mr. Ivanov.”

The fighter, George, paled. “Ivanov?”

“Slavik Ivanov. You disrespected my rules. Insulted my wife. You had your chance to make a lot of money. Mercy allows you to have the payment of the kill without making it.” I tutted. “You won’t be leaving here tonight.”

I saw the fear and panic in his eyes, and I felt no sympathy.

My reputation was well-known. Within the ring, I was a monster. I’d killed hundreds of men for the sport, drawing in the wealth we needed.

I hadn’t fought in this ring in a long time, but I made sure I was always ready. This man would know pain.

I struck first, and George tried to defend himself, but he’d said bad shit about my wife and that, I couldn’t allow to slide. Anger rushed through me, and I allowed it to feed my attack.

Silence rang out in the room.

By breaking my rules, no one could shout mercy. One of my guards would tell Aurora that. I was amazed she’d done what she did.

In a room full of bloodthirsty people, she’d tried to help save another. I hadn’t expected it. It was rare for people to surprise me, even more so for a woman. My wife was nothing like I thought she’d be. She was kind, sweet, even when the world had shit on her. In our world, all her merits were nothing but weaknesses. To me, they were a strength. Even knowing what her father had done to her. What her sister caused, she still tried to help. I couldn’t hate that.

I didn’t hate my wife. There was nothing about her to hate. She was sweet, kind, caring, loving, terrified. She brought out the instinct in me to protect. I wanted to take care of her, to love her, to be everything she needed and more.

George tried. He got in a couple of blows, but they were not strong enough. No one was able to defeat me.

I took him down and staring into his eyes, I grabbed him just right. With the correct strength and the right angle, I snapped his neck, ending the fight.

Cheers erupted.

I ignored them. Without another word, I stepped off the floor, toward my wife, taking her hand. I led her away from the fight, out back to where the victory fighters could rest for a few moments when given the option.

“Are you okay?” she asked as I took a seat.

I nodded at my men to leave us alone. They’d guard the entrance into the room.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I’d killed many men, but snapping a neck sent adrenaline running through my body.

Tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks. “They told me I couldn’t help him.”

“He didn’t need your help.”

“This game is brutal. Does it happen every week?”

I shook my head. “Once a month.”

“And how many people die?”

“I don’t keep count.”

“Was I the first one willing to save someone?”

I nodded.

She sighed and swiped at her tears. “I don’t know how you can deal with that.”

“It’s not about dealing, Aurora. The men who fight here don’t have to.”

She laughed. “Do you think they have a choice?”

“Some do, yeah. The ones that don’t, I have no power to stop them.”

“I can’t believe he did that.”

“Clearly, he thought this was his castle.” I shrugged.

“You don’t care that you killed him?”

“Aurora, I’m not a saint. I’ve killed more men than that, believe me.”

Silence.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. The slits in the dress made it easy to drag her onto my lap. Her knees on either side of me. I grasped her hips, drawing her down to my erection. I wasn’t hard until I looked at her.

“You can’t be serious,” she said. “Even after what you just did? You want to?”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re bleeding,” she said. Her fingers hovered over my eyebrow.

I tore a piece of her dress and handed it to her. “Wipe it for me?”

“Aren’t you hurting?” she asked.

I thrust my aching cock against her. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.” She dabbed the cut above my eye, wincing. “I don’t know how you do it. I’d be crying.”

“It’s pain.”

“And pain hurts, Slavik. Do you think you need to go to a doctor?”

“No.”

She wiped my cut. “It doesn’t look so bad now that I cleaned it with a really expensive piece of fabric from this dress. There’s no repairing it, you know.”

“As if you’d wear it again. I don’t even think you’d have the guts to donate a dress you wore that witnessed a death.”

“You’re right,” she said. “I’m not like you.”

“You’re not like a lot of people.”

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“No.” I was done talking though. I held the base of her back as I pushed the dress out of my way and stroked her pussy. She was dry. The fight hadn’t done anything for her, but I needed this.

“Look at me, Aurora. I need you.” I stroked her through the panties, staring into her eyes, making her see only me.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

I didn’t touch her naked pussy.

“Get your tits out,” I said. “I want to suck them.”

She peeled the plunging neck open, exposing her tits, and I saw the tape that had kept the pieces of fabric secure over those delicious mounds. Her nipples were big, and in the cool air they pointed at me, begging to be sucked, and I was more than happy to oblige. After sliding my tongue across each peak, I sucked the hard bud into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked her pussy, working her body into a frenzy.

I took my time, aware of the fights occurring in the other room. Once I’d taken my wife, I’d leave, and do the same again on our bed.

Aurora whimpered, pressing her chest against my mouth. Her fingers sank into my hair, and I worked the zipper of my pants down, easing my hardened cock out.

I tested her pussy to find her wet. She wasn’t as soaked as I’d have liked her, but enough to make me find her entrance, and to sit her onto my dick.

She cried out, the sound echoing around the room.

Up and down, I moved her, getting her to work my dick. With my thumb, I stroked over her clit, feeling her pulse around my cock.

She didn’t close her eyes.

Her gaze focused on me, and I was fucking hypnotized. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. I just wanted to hold her, to feel her wrapped around me.

My name spilled from her lips as she came. It wasn’t strong, but I knew I’d have her begging for my cock by the time we got home. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, holding her in place as I took my pleasure.

She moaned and I growled, spilling my seed into her cunt.

Ivan Volkov may think I was doing this out of duty.

My wife might have also thought I was doing this out of duty.

I, Slavik Ivanov, knew I did this out of downright desire for my wife.