Mafia in the City

to be before... and now. “Lightning never strikes the same place twice.” L

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closer I got to the basement. I pulled open the door and the smell of sweat and blood mixed with the dustiness of the usually vacant buildin

shouted over t

I scanned the roo

one fighter,” he says. “

and walked into a long hallway. I pushed open the temporary loc

at me. “Man I told them it wasn’t

o tell him that. “Still a thought you had. Which means it’s something

en. Every day, if I wanted. Then he flashes me some cash and says my signing bonus would be even more

week?” He shook his head. “It’s because your body needs time to heal. If you fight every day, you’ll get ripped apart within a couple of months, and that’ll be it.” He mumbled somethin

at; all the time, but this guy seemed different from the others. H

here’s your manager?” The man who’s in charge

gged. “

get ready.” I opened the door and Lucas followed

uck,” I yelled, wishing I had some bleach to throw in my eyes. Looking up,

one time,” he lied. “I was

said Ben wanted me to... you know, but only if I was good.” No

I yelled, “You ask dickhead

wrapped his hands, shaking his head

o the room.

he girl screamed, th

yes met mine. “Get lost.” She ran out of the closet

“Nah. He ducks ou

re

re fired.” He started his excuses,

that shit. If you have issues, you go to him. Or if y

” he said

him. “You’re out of this circuit. You don’t leave one of my fighters alone for

creamed before catching h

coat, I leaned in the doorway with my hands in my pockets. I knew my gun was visible by the way his eyes dropped and shot back up; his face turned pale. “I c

d as he sank

When we reached the fight room, we split up. I made it to t

mpetition,” he says as he

ve.” I walked away before