Chapter 4: The Fight Club
Chapter 4: The Fight Club
Roy
Since my mother is a…whatever and my father is in prison, I had grown up with Gabe a lot. My father went to prison when I was in high school but still I spent the last ten years with Gabe, building up the crime family under his father, the head of our household.
“No, you know who is in the middle of a rivalry.. shit, we would set up a fight. It is Buchi's cousin, the one who graduated last year. What the fuck is his name?” Charles looked around to see if we knew who he was talking about.
“Oh, yeah? That boy who he got beef with?” They asked him.
“He knocked up some girl, no, wait, other way around. He was fucking around with some girl who was actually dating this other guy and she got knocked up. She didn't know whose child it was for like the whole pregnancy.” He started gossiping.
Fuck, that reminds of a story pretty damn close to home, another disaster in making.
“How did they figure it out?” Someone asked and I heard another slap on the head which made me chuckle.
“They have a paternity test?”
“No, it wasn't even that, the boy came out albino." Charles deadpanned and the table erupted with laughter.
“If you want to set up a fight by all means.” I gave him permission.
“Really? And do I get a commission for it?” The smart ass asked me. I swiped my hand down my jaw.
“If it is a good fight, maybe.” I checked the time and cursed.
“Alright guys, I have to go, so whoever that is coming let's go.” I started shoving the body's off the curved bench style seating this section of the restaurant has.
When we got up, I nodded to uncle Harold at the bat before heading out. Gabe, Jordan, Charles and my other cousin who is a bit other than us all decided to join me tonight. Everyone has gone to a fight at one point at least but not everyone participates, most watch.
“Are you fighting tonight then? Is that why you had been asking?” My buddy brought it back around while we walked to the car.
Gabe and I drove together but the others all had their own card.
“We will see if the mood strikes.” I shrugged.
Am I in the mood for bloody knuckles and bruises? When I am pissed off, I usually am very much in the mood. I wasn't exactly pissed off today, stressed with the aftermath of the mafia war that had gone down, maybe? When the Black Knight mafia starts trying to take over the gun business on the east coast, where we run our operation, they become enemy targets. Well, there were personal matters attached to that and of course Callan had something to do with escalating them. They teamed up with street guys to try and come after us.
War is nothing but new, trying to strike before the other does, dead bodies and madness. Callan had killed their underboss and for a while things got quiet. The old man of a father forfeited, they still gave us trouble until we damn near wiped them all out. But now they are back, specifically the younger brother, Alec whose brother’s mutilated body was sent back to Buguma in an icebox with a warning. He is probably twenty-five years now and he is the one running things with his old father. With the older brother gone, all the responsibilities fall onto him but he would rather waste time trying to avenge his brother. I find that to be a mistake but I know it is what he is trying to do. Little incidents here and there tell me that is exactly what is to come. Callan is a crazy son of bitch, like I have already mentioned. So he gutted Blank Knight underboss. Actually, he fucked his ex-fiance, my cousin Hannah right in front of the chained and beaten man and then he gutted him.
One of my guys came home to a carving knife stuck into his mailbox, wrapped in a chain with blood on it. If that was a warning about being gutted then something is coming, it is just a matter of when. That is why things like my underground fight club are a bit more strict about entry lately. Aside from our regulars who are non affiliate, you have to be someone we know or know someone who will absolutely vouch for you. No Blank Knight people would be allowed but some might try to sneak in as a regional person with no affiliation which again we do have here. Like I said, we have police down here, we have street guys, businessmen, a grocery store clerk, old men or whatever the hell else. People from all walks of life, but if we suspect you as someone coming in here for our enemies, you won't leave this garage alive.
“Come on, Roy. Give us a good fight.” Gabe clapped my shoulder on the way into the staff entrance that will take us down and down some more. Like a step in the right direction to hell.
“Yes, alright, fuck it. Find me somebody to fight, maybe I am in the mood for some blood.”
Alessia Pov
When you love to read but don't have the money to support your habit, you will end up finding creative ways to get your hands on a book. For me, that is to give a book-take a book on the little shelves they have around the community to exchange books for free. They look like little houses with shelves and a door and inside are books of all kinds. In the inner city, they aren't as easy to come by but in the residential areas, especially the richer kind, you can find plenty.
My recent favorite location is outside of a middle school. I hit the jackpot today and found a book called The Fight Club. I have read it before but it is a fun read for me. The twist at the end still gets me every time, it was so well done. I sat in the grass beside this book exchange mailbox, right outside the school and I started reading. In fact, I have no idea how long I had been reading before a voice interrupted me.
“I think smoking on school grounds is frowned upon.” The deep voice brought me out of my little world.
I was convinced those who don't like to read are those that can't picture the entire story like a movie behind their eyes while they are reading it. I see the whole thing play out as I read, bloody knuckles and harsh concrete slipped away when the voice brought me forward. I had in fact been smoking on school property, the cigarettes had been dangling from my lips. The man was in a sharp suit, he had a nice head of dark hair and soft brown eyes.