Sang Insane | ✔

Chapter Forty Four

"Who's next?!" I yell happily.

I step off Archer's throat and examine him.

Bruises, broken bones, nearly crushed windpipe...

Eh.

He'll live.

Most likely.

I grin evilly.

Someone in the back is puking.

Jordan, however, looks both impressed and pleased.

This wasn't my first fight today, nor was it the most brutal.

"Good job, Sang!" Jordan calls.

I flip out of the ring like I was trained to do every time and ask hopefully, "Anymore challengers?"

Anthony and Allan rush over to Archer to make sure he is fine.

Jordan laughs, "I think not. Although, we all would love to see you right as Insane. Not sure who we would find to fight you, though..."

I nod in agreement.

When I told Jordan of my ideas for fun, I was completely shut down. Apparently, there are a few laws in the mafia.

Jordan suggested that I come with her to her training instead, and one thing led to and here I am.

Fighting again.

But this is different.

This is just for fun and my choice.

I wasn't forced or manipulated into fighting.

Looking back now, I can see that the fighting was Father's choice so he could gain money, fame, and status.

Real cool, Father.

Not.

Phil comes up to me clapping as he walks.

"Marvelous, Sang! I'd love to see you fight as Insane, but I can understand your reluctance. Now, I believe we all need to be getting to breakfast," Phil says.

I grin at Phil and skip to the cafeteria.

The mafia is so much fun!

I grab a tray and get in line.

I serve myself six pieces of toast so I can try the five jellies and have one with just butter, a pear because I have always wanted to try one, a chocolate filled croissant because, well, it's chocolate, and a bottle of strawberry milk.

I want to get more, but I can't since I am on a diet.

Just kidding!

I can't get more because apparently they have a new rule about food portions.

I take my food to an empty table just like I always do at school.

Before I start eating, I have an important and pressing question.

Is this a mini mountain of food, a knoll, or a hill?

Unfortunately, I am torn away from my deep thinking by someone sitting down across from me.

Woah.

This never happened in school.

No one has sat with me before just to sit next to me.

Jordan smiles at me, before looking at my food and gasping.

"Is that your food?" She asks shocked.

I give her a flat look.

"No. It's my organs with a few paperclips mixed in," I deadpan.

Jordan rolls her eyes, "I mean, are you going to eat all that?"