Free Clinch (The Underground Book 2) by Becca Jameson

Abram’s business that Leo was out with Katie. Abram was sharp. There was no way he didn’t remember exactly who Katie was from meeting her months ago when Dmitry was injured in his last fight.
    Katie was on her tiptoes watching the match and talking to Alena. She didn’t turn around to acknowledge Abram.
    Abram frowned. “You on top of your game, Gulin?”
    “Always,” he replied, knowing Abram meant far more than his ability to fight. Abram was referring to Leo having a woman.
    “Good.” He turned his attention to Ivan. “Got you on the schedule in three weeks.”
    Ivan nodded and then turned his attention to the fight, or perhaps toward the man across from them.
    Leo leaned closer to Abram. “We have a fan.”
    “He’s not your only fan in the room, either.” His voice was low enough that no one except Leo heard the remark. Thank God. No sense scaring the hell out of the women.
    Abram was astute. The man could case a room in seconds. He was well aware Yenin had people following his fighters. Abram was Russian too. He had eyes and ears everywhere. He didn’t get where he was in the underground circles as a respected MMA manager without staying on top of everyone’s business, including Yenin’s.
    “A little too obvious though, don’t you think? I spotted him in an instant,” Leo muttered under his breath.
    “Don’t think he gives a fuck. He’s probably a warning.”
    Leo nodded, wrapping his arm tighter around Katie. Yep, bringing her to this fight had been a bad idea. Could be the worst one he’d ever had.
    “Watch your backs,” Abram advised before walking away.
    Leo got the message loud and clear.
    He’d had plenty of warnings lately.
    There was a shift in the Chicago air. The past five months he’d spent with his guard down were coming to an end. He could feel it in the intense stare shooting daggers his direction through the fenced ring. Maybe the guy was FBI. That was always a possibility. For nearly every man Yenin had stalking the fighters, the FBI probably had two. Perhaps the guy seemingly too interested in Leo, Ivan, Alena, and Katie was really taking a stand as a warning to Yenin’s men.
    Leo held his breath, wondering how many people in the room were watching him, and therefore Katie. It was complicated. So many involved. Some pretending to watch them. Some doing so outright. Some there for the sole purpose of alerting others. He couldn’t begin to imagine how many eyes were on them. But it wasn’t good.
    Fuck.
    »»•««
    Anton Yenin leaned back and to the side in his chair to extract the phone from his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID before taking the call. “This better be good, Millings.”
    “It is. Dayton and I are at the fight tonight. Mikhail Dudko was just in the ring.”
    “Yeah. Is this supposed to shock me? I know you didn’t call to tell me that.”
    “No. Leo and Ivan were here too. And not alone.”
    “Who were they with?”
    “Leo was with that doctor. The one who treated Dmitry about six months ago before he took off. I looked into her. Name’s Kathryn Schwan.”
    Anton knew exactly who Dr. Kathryn Schwan was. He’d been keeping an eye on her for months, ever since she became a pet project of Leo’s. Surely the man was fucking her. Not that Anton cared who fucked whom, but he did like to know who Leo was keeping company with.
    Millings continued, “And Ivan was with a small pale blonde. Cute. Blue eyes. Ring a bell?”
    “Mikhail’s sister?” Anton sat up straighter. He’d assumed for months that Alena was in the country. There was no record of her in Russia. He’d tapped every resource he had over there trying to locate her.
    “That’s my assumption. She looks a lot like the girl in the picture you showed me. Older of course. But I’d bet money it’s her.”
    Anton leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Excellent. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll arrange for someone to leave a subtle message for our friends. Stir the pot. Keep those