King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three
Adrik
We watched as Misha said the exact thing that would flip the switch with Sephie. She went from defense to offense in a second. We both laughed. “I think he wants to challenge himself more than he wants to challenge her,” I said.
“I think you’re right, but I must admit that I like seeing it. She needs to know her power, should she ever need it. What was her opinion on Trino and Martin last night? I mean, before everyone was drunk at the club,” Ivan asked.
“She felt like I can trust him. She knows what happened to his nephew though. She’s ‘understandably worried about telling him that she knows,” I said, looking at him to gauge his reaction to that news.
He chuckled. “I was pretty sure she knew something when she asked him what his nephew’s name was. She only ever asks questions like that when she already knows the answer.”
We watched her push Misha back toward the water. She was smaller than him, but that also meant she could be faster than him. When she was on offense, she was relentless. She wouldn’t give you a second to think. She could read you as well and know what you were thinking, perfectly countering any strike you might be able to sneak in. Once she had you on the move backward, you were just about done for. Misha had more room here, so we were letting it go on longer than we would have in the gym. Once you hit the ropes, that usually meant you should give it up, especially if you’d made her angry. She wasn’t going to stop. I think Viktor and Andrei were curious to see how long Misha could last.
Misha tripped on a piece of driftwood that had washed ashore. He stumbled but didn’t go down completely. She didn’t take him down, like we were all thinking she was going to. Instead, she stopped, clearly out of breath. Misha was even more out of breath.

It had been cool when we got to the beach that morning, so everyone had long sleeve shirts on. Now, it was warming up. If you weren’t moving much, it was still pleasant, but those two had definitely worked up a sweat. Misha pulled his shirt off. He clearly made a sm art-a ss remark to her. They were far enough away that we couldn’t hear him, but we could see the smirk on his face. She surprised me by pulling her shirt off as well. She had a sports bra on. She’d taken her shirt off around us before, as we’d all seen her scars, but I was surprised she would do it here. Maybe that means she feels more comfortable in her own skin now.
They talked for a minute, but then picked up the fight where they left off. Only instead of pushing Misha toward the water, he turned so she was pushing him back toward us. Viktor and Andrel had joined me and Ivan to watch the free entertainment.
“I’m really surprised he’s still going. I don’t think I would’ve lasted this long.” Viktor said.
“He’s clearly having fun pi ssing her off,” Andrei said, “I mean, not gonna lie, that’s why I do it. And she’s also a he ll of a challenge when you pi ss her off.”
As we stood and watched them coming slowly back toward us, we were joined by Trino and Martin, then Armando and Giana. Some of Trino’s men wandered out to join us, as well. Everyone was speechless watching Misha and especially Sephie.
“Jefe,” Trino said, his eyes wide watching her. I looked over to him, expecting him to finish the thought, but he just stood there with his mo uth open.
Viktor, like a proud older brother, said, “everyone thinks that they’ll have to deal with us if they hurt her, which is true. But they don’t know they’ll also have to deal with her.”
Armando laughed. “She broke one of my guys’ faces. He’s still not completely over it*
Ivan looked at Armando and said seriously, “she isn’t either. She’t still pi ssed at that guy”
I could hear the slight edge to his voice. That night was still a sore spot for all of us. Armando chuckled, shaking his head, still amused at the thought of Sephie breaking his guy’s face.
Trino spoke up, “remind me to never pi ss her off. Or you, for that matter, Jefe. I don’t want to have to deal with her bad side. Ever.”
Andrei laughed. “She’s finally living up to her namesake. I’m not sure how much longer she’s going to need us.”
We saw Misha and Sephie stop. They were still far enough away that no one could see her scars and Misha was doing what he does best. He made sure to keep his body between Sephie and the rest of us, so she would be shielded from view. He pulled her to him to hug her, so I knew the round was over. I walked to them, pulling my shirt off to give to her. I was happy she was comfortable enough around all of us to take her shirt off, but I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable around everyone else. I also liked that she was as modest as she was. I found myself really enjoying that there were things she would only share with