The Godmother

Chapter 3: Fight, Fight, Fighting On Heaven's Door

Somewhere in the glades of a crowd. Two people, bloody to the core, with straps of cloth on their bruised knuckles were sparring on solid ground. There were cheers everywhere, death threats scorned and bets placed. Just as the slightly less built fighter landed a punch on the tougher guy, a bunch of sirens rang in the distance. "Fuck! Its the cops! Disperse now!", a voice screamed. Everything erupted into chaos, the tougher guy regained his senses and managed to strike a blow at his opponent before leaving the vicinity and hollering, "You're just a failure kiddo. Stop trying!"

The less built fighter fell to the ground, he could here distant screams, panicked voices, sirens and cars. Before he could escape the place, he fell to the ground, a vignette of black taking over his senses. The paramedics holsted him into an ambulence and drove away.

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"Mind elaboating what I just saw?", Ben asked Van. "Are you blind, Garries? Isn't it obvious enough? It was a fricking street fight", Van snapped. "I can see that, but its not like we don't witness one every other day. Why are you showing it to Roch? Most of all, why the fuck is she horrified?", Ben retorted

"Because, he's my brother."

Harrison, Ben and Flint stared at me while Van sighed. Van patted my back in consolation as I tightly held my white-knuckled fists. "Fierro Romano, my fucking little brother", I looked Ben dead in the eye and said lowly. "Well, shit", Ben cursed.

"Want us to come with you?", Harrison asked as I made my way to the door with some of my belongings. "No. I'll deal with him on my own. I won't be coming back to the Den for a few hours, lock the doors before leaving unless you're planning to stay."

And I went out, cold wind hitting my face like a splash of water. The sun was nowhere to be seen but in a few hours, I knew it would blast me like a flash grenade. I rushed to my late dad's bike and dashed to the Freerun Hospital. After reaching the parking lot, I killed the engine and went to the reception immediately. "Here for Fierro?", the nurse asked me knowingly. "You bet, Amanda", I sighed in frustration. "Room 06."

I thanked Amanda and headed to the elevators. The perks of being a regular visitor here thanks to a certain someone who keeps getting himself in trouble are limited but atleast I don't have to engage in small talk. I waited a while in front of Room 06 until a nurse came out. "You can see him now. Don't be too harsh, Rochelle. He's troubled."

I gave her a reassuring nod although, too bad, I was planning on amputating his ass by the end of it. I went in and saw a messy brown haired boy staring at the window away from me. "You fucking prick! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if they didn't get there on time?", I seethed. "Why do you care?", he said still refusing to make eye contact. "Why do I CARE? I'm your sister in case you haven't noticed."

He sighed. "I know you're mad, Roch. I'm sorry, I just... I just miss Dad." My eyes softened at his vulnerable state. You rarely see him like this, despite not being as buff as those steroid injecting street fighters, he is strong and maintains a tough exterior no matter how broken he was inside. "I miss him too Fier, but that doesn't mean I take out my anger recklessly on others by hurting myself in the process. Mom already ran away with her new boy-toy last year. I can't lose another family member, Mr. Romano. So you better fucking grow some balls and learn to fight before sparring in professional rings."

"Ok, fine. I won't figh- Wait what did you just say?-"

"I said, I'll sign you up for fighting classes as long as you stay away from these low-life underground boxing matches. I'm in the FBI remember? How hypocritical would it be if my own brother is a delinquent?", I smirked at his amused face that morphed into a full blown smile. "You're allowing me to fight?"