Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Arthur went on when his brother wouldn’t say a word, “But then, if that’s your type, who am I to put asunder?”
At once, Lance pushed him away, red in the face at that controversial statement and his brother laughed hard, finding amusement in his predicament.
Meanwhile, Aziz wasn’t exactly trouble-free either. While he drank all by himself, he couldn’t help but notice the hostile looks on him. Aziz sighed, he hadn’t even done anything and he was already hated.
This should be entertaining.
It wasn’t that Aziz provoked his fellow recruits but human nature was envious so some of them couldn’t stand the fact that he seem to garner more attention than them.
They had witnessed Lance talking to him after the ceremony. If Aziz managed to get in the good grace of the capogrime, that meant his stay was going to be much smoother than theirs and he was likely to get promoted anytime soon.
Although the Luciano family was pretty much impartial and promotion was based on your ability, just like in the outside world, things would work much faster and easier with the right connection.
Knowing his alcohol limit and feeling a bit pressed, Aziz stood up to his feet to go find the restroom when one of the recruits bumped into him.
“Watch it!” He snarled at him.
“You should learn how to walk first!” Aziz retorted.
“What did you just say?” The man turned with a furious face.
But Aziz said with no ounce of fear, “Did you lose your sense of hearing as well?”
“Ooh!” There were some exclamations and jeering from the audience. One didn’t need to be told they were intentionally instigating a fight.
“I see your favorite is about to get his ass handed down to him,” Said Arthur who had been observing the scene.
Lance had his brows furrowed, unsure of what to do. Aziz should have just walked away the first time but here he was provoking the other party. He was more than worried for Aziz because that other opponent, John by name, was taller than him and a brawny fellow.
While Aziz was not lanky and had muscles on him as well, John had a threatening air of menace around him. With the hostility in his eyes, Lance was sure that if they were to engage in a fight, the man would leave him – Aziz- in a near-death condition.
He had to stop this.
Newbies weren’t of much value, they were more like puppets until their worths were proven and the useful ones selected and separated from their pals. Nonetheless, they were resources and he couldn’t afford to lose one of them – especially Aziz.
But as Lance made to take a step, his brother stopped him by grabbing onto his arm.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Let go!” He growled at him.
“You of all people should know interfering between them wouldn’t help him at all. How is he going to grow up in this tough place then?” Robert squeezed his brother’s shoulder with a dubious smile, “You wanted them to have fun? This is fun.”
The Fight
Aziz was no other than Elijah who decided his next mission was to go undercover in the Luciano family. Just like Lukas wanted to hunt him down, he wanted to mess with the little f*cker as well.
May the best mafioso win.
Hence, Elijah was not bothered by this little imp called John issuing a challenge to him. He scratched his brows. If it wasn’t for the witnesses around, he would slit his tongue before the asshole even realizes he’s dead.
He has seen the man throwing his weight around since after the ceremony. Just because he was hulky, that doesn’t make him a better fighter, he only had weight as an advantage.
“Fight!”
“Fight!”
“Fight!”
Elijah wasn’t even surprised by the chants from fellow members. He has seen that coming and so did John considering he intentionally bumped into him in the first place.
“What do you say, pretty boy,” He sneered, “We take this up right here and now. Let’s see the stuff you’re made of!” John announced loudly so everyone heard him.
…..
He intentionally gingered the crowd so even if Aziz wanted to pull out, he wouldn’t because of the shame and backlash he was bound to suffer for being a party pooper.
“Sure, bring it on,” Elijah accepted the challenge and that worked the crowd up into a frenzy. Most men have high thrill- and adventure-seeking personalities so it wasn’t surprising they were alleviated by this exciting physical activity.
The rules of the fight were simple; they had to defeat their opponent thoroughly or make their opponent concede defeat. Weapons were barred and would be treated as a foul with consequences.
An area of the club was mapped out for their fight, to be precise, the DJ booth that accommodates multiple performers. The instruments were cleared out and John was the first to step on proudly.
He was already sure of winning this fight and with the hostility in his gaze, he would crush Aziz with his bare hands. And honestly, this was a plan.
With the two Caporegimes present, Lance and Arthur, John intended to impress both, and who knows, he might get promoted much faster than he intended.
So he targeted Elijah out of annoyance and the fact he looked the weakest out of them made him an easier prey. Men with good-looking features were usually weaker, expecting to charm their way up with their extraordinary features.
At once, John ripped his shirts with his hands showing off bulging muscles while roaring a battle cry that a few spectators, mostly men, echoed. It was obvious that John was favored over Aziz. After all, what could that pretty face possibly do to a man of such superior strength?
Aziz climbed up the stage after John was done with his little performance. But unlike John’s ostentatious display, he whipped the women watching the fight as well into a frenzy merely by removing his shirt.
They shouted at the top of their voices, screaming their support for the man as hot as sin. Even if he gets defeated, Aziz gave them a good show. Their eyes were blessed.
Of course, John was not happy with this development – he did not win over the ladies while Aziz did so without even trying hard. His countenance was dreadful, hinting at his sinister plans toward Aziz.
As soon as the fight signal was given, John didn’t wait for Aziz to come at him, he charged immediately and wasn’t that surprised when he dodged him.
Beginner’s luck, he surmised.
However, the second move, Aziz shifted to the side, now annoying him. But that was the just beginning because in the next few moves John executed, Aziz spins and weaves his way around; as if he was messing around with him.
But to the onlookers, it looked like Aziz was a scaredy-cat and didn’t have the courage to face John head-on, so all he could do was dodge him and hope for a miracle. Hence, it didn’t come as a surprise when they began to boo him, not that it bothered Elijah, he was having fun.
Lance was the only confused one there, he had spotted many opportunities Azizi could have used and taken out John, but he chose to ignore them or he was simply ignorant of them. Lance couldn’t tell. Yet his heart couldn’t help but pound, he hoped Aziz emerged victoriously.
While the others jibed at Aziz, John was the only one who understood the precarious situation he was in. He had underestimated that pretty face, Aziz was too quick for him to catch and he realized the young man was playing him. However, his pride wouldn’t allow him to concede defeat.