The Saga of Mafioso (Book 1- Mafia-verse)

Chapter 3 - Bird in the cage

The steel cage door clanged shut, sealing Angelo within its confines. Locked in with his opponent, Jordan, Angelo's gaze met the menacing eyes of his adversary.

"You're dead, tonight you will regret your decision of coming here." Jordan taunted him.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Angelo replied to Jordan's taunt with an unwavering confidence. His voice dripped with attitude as he retorted, "Dead? We'll see about that. Tonight, it's not just about money, it's about the survival."

The host's voice boomed through the speakers, commanding attention from the raucous crowd. "Let the fight begin!" he declared, his words hanging in the air with a mix of anticipation and excitement. The sound of the bell echoed through the arena, signaling the start of the battle between Angelo and Jordan.

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As the bell rang, Jordan lunged forward with a surge of aggression, his fists aimed at Angelo like thunderbolts. Angelo's instincts kicked in, his body moving with a fluid grace as he evaded the incoming punches. He ducked and weaved, his movements akin to a cat's elusive dance.

In a split second, Angelo retaliated, his leg shooting out in a powerful kick that connected with Jordan's hip. The impact sent a jolt through both fighters, but Angelo swiftly maneuvered backward, escaping the range of Jordan's counterattack.

Adrenaline coursed through Angelo's veins, his heart pounding. Jordan's enraged roars reverberated through the arena, fueling the intensity of the fight. Angelo knew that he had to remain focused, every move calculated and strategic.

Seizing an opportunity, Angelo sprinted toward Jordan, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion. Jordan's fist aimed for Angelo's chest, narrowly missing its target, but Angelo was not one to let an opening slip away. With a swift and forceful motion, he blocked Jordan's attack with his arm, feeling the impact resonate through his limb.

Sensing an advantage, Angelo struck back, his fist connecting with precision against Jordan's throat and neck. The force of the blow reverberated through the arena, momentarily staggering Jordan. However, his resilience was undeniable, and he swiftly retaliated by seizing Angelo's outstretched hand and twisting it, causing a surge of pain to shoot up Angelo's arm.

Angelo screamed in pain, the anguish rippled through his body, threatening to weaken his resolve. The excruciating sensation surged from his hand, causing his cries to reverberate through the air.

Meanwhile, Louise and John, watching from the sidelines, held their breath, their hearts racing with fear and concern for Angelo's well-being. Their faces etched with worry, they anxiously observed every move, their thoughts consumed by the intense struggle unfolding before them.

Jordan capitalized on Angelo's vulnerability, delivering a brutal punch to his face. The impact resonated with a sickening thud, blood instantly spilling from Angelo's split lip.

"I'm scared...what if he dies?" Louise said with his head down. John with a stern expression replied. "He won't, he have to fight for his mother. His mother is waiting for him in hospital, he have to do it."

Angelo stood up from ground with the bleeding lips and stared at him in anger, he wiped away the blood, his eyes locking with Jordan's mocking gaze.

He charged against Jordan, ready for the next move. But Jordan delivered a powerful swing kick on his right leg, leading Angelo crashing onto the unforgiving floor.

When Angelo was trying to rise up again, Jordan rained down 10 punches on Angelo's defenseless face. Every blow was making Angelo bleed more. Jordan didn't waste any more second, he grabbed Angelo's shoulder and made him stand up.