I Punched a Mafia King

37. The knife dropped

"Hey man, lets get going. We need to get to Wildfire in 10 minutes." Peter says, closing the window. I sit onto the cushioned seat, "Ready for tonight?"

"Yup," was all I said as we began driving. "I'm worried for Lin though, she'd probably already notice I'm gone." "Don't worry dude, my girl's a strong one, she'll be fine." Peter assured me.

Lin and Peter had been dating for almost a year now, Peter asked me if it was okay and I agreed. I also told him if he ever broke her heart.

I hope he'd step on lego.

I was drunk okay! Nothing good happens when you're drunk except embarassment, the walk of shame and potential pregnancy or STD's.

Just to make it clear; I am a boy.

I mentioned pregnancies for the girls who are reading.

"So do you know who I'm fighting against?" I ask him. Peter froze for a second, and his hands begin to tightly grip the black leather steering wheel.

"Bro, you okay?" I ask him cautiously. Peter was always the laid back type, I'd never seen him this serious. "Yeah I'm okay," he sighed, "It's just I'm still trying to work for more money and my aunt needs her kidney transplant as soon as possible. So..." He paused.

"I'm gonna be fighting tonight... against you."

Silence soon followed.

Underground Fighting is a serious thing, everyone wanted to see no mercy.

So you fought till the death.

We both knew one of us would leave with the money they needed for their family.

Another wouldn't leave at all.
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L I N N Y

After hearing the door close I scramble up from my bed. Tonight I would find out where he'd been sneaking off to for the past few months.

I knew mom left. I saw her get into a car, carrying the suitcase I had found under bed a day before. It was already packed, containing some clothes, money and a picture of Charlie and I.

My fingertips went numb when the car drove off into the distance.

I didn't do anything to stop it. But I knew the only way was if I started stripping which was something I didn't want to do.

I follow Charles to a parking-lot about a block from our home. I crouch behind a blue car, spying on Charles who approaches a car which looked very familar.

Peter.

I saw him sitting in the driver's seat of the car with the window rolled down. My brother opened the door and got in, "Hey man, let's get going. We need to get to Wildfire in 10 minutes." Peter says, rolling up his window." The car then pulls out of the parking-lot and drives away.

I needed to get to some place called Wildfire.

* * *

It took me about 30 minutes to walk from the parking-lot to Wildfire, a local gym.

But why would they be going to a gym at 11pm at night?

The roads were silent, the streets were empty. It was a perfect place to kill someone.

As I approached the destination I had found using my phone, I could hear faint cheers belinging to a crowd of people.

Curious as to what there were cheering about, I followed the noise which lead me to the back of Wildfire.

The name of the damn gym had nothing to do with exercise!

Walking towards the door, a muscular bouncer stops me. "10 Dollars missy," He looked and sounded like what I had visioned a human gorilla to look like.

I take my phone case off my phone, it had a picture of the state of Idaho. And cursive writing saying;

Who da hoe?

Idaho!

In small writing on the bottom of the case it also wrote;

(No offense to the following:  people who live in Idaho, Idaho itself)

(A/N: Also wanting to make it clear it was a joke........ Plz don't sue me or something.)

It was given to me by my best friend who got this from her cousin which lived in Idaho and sinve I didn't have a case for my phone I've  used it ever since.

I give the bouncer the 10 and he moved aside to let me pass. I walk through a small and windy corridor, the lights were green and people stared at me while walking past.

Ignoring the stares, I continue walking until I reach a room. People cheered and shouted, pushing and shoving to see to scene.

Being a small person gave me some privileges, and squeezing past people was one of them.

After a continuous amount of pushing, I finally see what was happening.

Charles pulling out a knife and stabbing Peter in the stomach.

(A/N I was going to leave it there)

(A/N But that would just be cruel so here's a little more)

I had no expression on my face, Peter's limp body fell to the floor of the boxing ring they had been fighting in.

Everyone was applauding?!

Our eyes collided and we were just staring. My brother's breathe was ragged, he was shirtless with only bloodstains covering his torso. Deep cuts were slashed on his back and arms.

Then the knife dropped.

So, I feel like 2 weeks of nothing paid off.

WHOOO HOOO AN UPDATE

And Woooooow that was an Abomination.

I'm also so sorry that this story is all over the place... Nothing's really planned in this story, I just go with the flow.

(Probably a bad idea)

Anyway till we meet again!!!

- Angelu :)