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“We’re just kidding!” Ava laughed at his retreating figure.
“Whatever, Scar!”
“You should apologize.” Finished with the rib, Kira threw it into the barrel beside them meant for trash. “His feelingsare hurt, and he is walking funny.”
“No, thanks, I’ve got a man. Besides, you’re the one that talked about pussy.”
“Whoa, what did I miss?” Another woman showing a close resemblance to Ava came to a stop in their circle. She flashed a warm smile at Isabella. “I’m Becka, Ava’s sister. Glad you could join us. There are drinks inside and plenty of food. I think Hunter is by the boxing ring out back if you wanted to talk to him.”
Kira perked up at that second. “I wish to use this ring.”
“Feeling lucky?”
The Russian focused on Becka. “With you, always.”
“On second thought, I think I will go get a drink,” Isabella muttered.
Neither paid any attention to her as she ventured toward the clubhouse, Viktor trailing behind her. After a quick instruction in Russian, the man came to a stop outside the side door, turning his back to the wall while she disappeared inside.
Suppressing a smile, Ava’s gaze darted between the two women regarding each other.
“You honestly think you can take me?” Becka grinned.
“I know I can take you, and I think you will enjoy it.”
“Well, if you two are going to duke it out, you better get in line,” Ava chuckled. “Last time I checked, there wereseveral people waiting. Ambrose and Eddie are in there now.”
Kira perked up at the mere mention of the blonde biker. She glanced between them with an interested gaze. “Is he shirtless?”
“Guess there’s only one way to find out.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Isabella was grateful to find the kitchen empty. There was loud applause out back, people cheering and clapping, and she could only imagine what was happening. It seemed two people blowing off steam in the ring was the preferred method of stress relief for the club.
“I figured you would be out there with the rest of the women.”
She paused from grabbing a bottle of water from the ice chest to see Xavier standing in the doorway. Black beanie on his head, he was a familiar sight in his black jeans and tee shirt, his MC kutte draped over it. “I need a break. Kiraand Becka were doing this weird thing where they violently flirt with each other.”
Chuckling, he leaned against the door frame and eyed her hand. “This is a party, and you’re drinking water?”
“Beer isn’t my drug of choice.”
“And what is Isabella Romanov’s drug of choice?”
Why was her mouth dry but her hands slick with sweat? She readjusted her grip on the water bottle. “I prefer an aged white wine.”
“Aged white wine and Stoli vodka?”
She remained frozen as he approached her.
“I owe you an apology.”
She blinked out of her stupor. “An apology for what?”
“I shouldn’t have been so hard on you the other night.”
Isabella cleared her throat, the words almost choking her. “I’m sorry, too. I said horrible things to you.”