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My brother had created his own destiny and has followed it even at the hesitation of our aunt. It destroyed her to see our father killed and now he decided to become a boxer as well.

And he did it. He boxed his way to the top and I was there to see him rise to WBC World Heavyweight Championship. Now it was time for me to follow my dreams as well as an artist/photographer. I had my aunt's talent for photography and I also enjoyed painting and drawing. I traveled all over the world to the places my father has fought and photographed the stages, the parks and gyms that he trained in, the cemetery of which he was buried in. I had sold many art works and felt I was living the world I wanted for myself. I even went to country's my brother had his matches in as well.

Kiev, Ukraine

"Pregnant… engaged, Bianca that is amazing! Congratulations on all of it. Plus you signed your record deal. Donnie must be thrilled." I replied walking in a large pink sweater and socks, my cell phone pressed to my ear. My apartment was small, but enough room for my art and my nice furniture. I moved outside for a moment on the balcony and looked down at the depressing ground at the Ukraine. Some guy is jogging with a truck following behind him. I was going to freeze my ass so I went back inside.

"I'm surprised he didn't tell you." she replied, and I shook my head sitting down at my table, a large blank note book in front of it.

"Oh Adonis, doesn't tell me much anymore. Ever since that fight we had over Conlan, I am not sure he is ready to forgive me yet." I replied.

"You're a grown woman, Astrid. You're allowed to do whatever you want and Donnie knows that." she said with confidence. Before I could start my sketches there was a knock at the door.

"Thanks, B. I have to go. I'll call you later." I replied.

"Okay. Take care of yourself." she replied.

"Yeah." I replied halfheartedly and hung up. I went over to the door and looked through the peep hole. I closed my eyes and sighed and looked down for a second before opening the door slowly.

"I thought I told you we could hang out when I was in Liverpool." I replied opening the door more to show the full form of Ricky Conlan. He shrugged casually.

"I couldn't stay away. I heard you were in Kiev, so I thought I would stop by. You know surprise you… what are you even doing here in Kiev?" he said.

"You heard? Are you following me Mr. Conlan?" I asked and he casually shook his head.

"Nah. Just keeping up with your magazines and your art work. Can I come in?" he asked. I stared at him for a bit longer opening the door.

In only thirty minutes, I was on my hands and knees on my bed. The headboard knocked against the wall, while Ricky rammed into me from behind.

"Fuck!" he growls out as he lifts my leg for better access. My moans and whimpers fill the room as I feel his cock hitting me deeper and deeper.

"Oh god!" I cried out in utter bliss.

When I visited him at his apartment, usually I'd be the first to get dressed after our heated romps. But when he visited, he took his time. I guess it showed who was more attached. We stared at the ceiling, my blankets covering our lower halves.

"Why don't you come stay with me in Liverpool?" he asked. I shook my head.

"We've talked about this." I said with a sigh and he shook his head.

"No you said no. We didn't even talk about this." he said. I shrugged.

"Because there is nothing to discuss. You have your life with your children and wife."

"Ex-wife." he said and I shook my head.

"You should not have up and left her like you did." I said sitting up now and he sat up as well.

"We both knew I wasn't happy with her. She knew we weren't going to make it." he said raising his hand to caress my cheek. "You just helped confirmed it for me."

Yeah I had a real bad habit fucking the guys my brother has fought in the ring. First it was Leo, Sporino, Danny Wheeler, and now Ricky. I guess that was what I got for living in my brother's shadows for so long.

He fought men. I fucked them.

After Ricky got dressed and I led him to the door, he stopped in the door way and looked at me.

"Just think about it?" he asked. I inhaled some and nodded.

"Okay." I replied and he smiled and leaned down kissing me lightly before heading out. I closed the door and locked it before pressing my back to the door and groaning some and running my fingers through my hair. I noticed I didn't answer his question about why I was really here. I had little apartments in certain places where I did my business. Plus, Adonis would soon be here to challenge some boxer. I didn't know his name, but Rocky made me promise to be there for the fight. He and Aunt Alicia would be there, so I said I would too.

3 Days Later-Back in America- Los Angeles

Alicia's POV

After getting off the phone with Rocky, I couldn't help but be filled with emotions. He came to Adrian's Restaurant and actually spoke to him. After all these years. I shook my head placing my hands on my vanity table. I couldn't believe his son was challenging Adonis. I haven't seen him, but if he was like his father, I feared for my nephew. A slight knock on my door made my head lift so I had to face myself in the mirror. I had a long braid that hung over the shoulder of my robe. A few curls stuck out.

"Come." I replied. It was Delores, one of my maids.

"Ms. Creed. There is a…gentleman here to see you." she said and I could tell she looked a bit nervous. I knew he was here. It wasn't a secret that I lived in my brother's house and had taken over his affairs. When I didn't answer she nodded. "I will send him away."

"No. It's alright." I replied and left my room after tightening my robe. I moved from my room and down the hall. It's such a glorious all, even at night. Portraits of my family were above each sconce and it was like walking through history. First it was of our parents and Apollo and I when we were young. Then it was of us as teenagers, then he and Mary Ann. Another was of Alexander and I. He had joined the military when he was eighteen and was in Afghanistan. A soldier like his father. Last were pictures of me with Adonis and Astrid. They are so beautiful, my family. My children. I moved down the stairs and over to the door. Slowly I opened it, and his large form slowly turned to face me and now we were both standing here. 30 years older yet right now all time seemed to have stood still.