Chapter 2

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I undid the buttons of my dress shirt and tossed it to the side along with my suit jacket, leaving my chest bare. Martino did the same, revealing his chest that was littered with tattoos and scars. The members moved the desk out of the way and cleared the furniture in order to give us enough space to fight before they circled around us, cheering with anticipation.

No one has ever voiced their objection during a ceremony, but in the rare case that they do, the result will be to fight till the death. To not only prove their skills, but to kill the brave and foolish man who disrespected them. One of us will leave this fight a Don, while the other will leave in a body bag.

Anger consumed my body as I heard some of the members cheering for Martino instead of me. But today, I will finally prove that I am worthy of leading this Mafia. I'll prove all of them fucking wrong. Martino will be my first, and most important kill.

Martino made the first move, lunging towards me and throwing a right hook. I ducked, narrowly avoiding his fist, and punched him in the ribs.

"You got this Damon!" Angelo yelled over the crowd of members.

He grabbed the back of my neck, and kneed me in the face. I heard my nose crack from the impact, and blood started gushing down onto my chest.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and tackled him to the ground. I straddled him and started to punch him repeatedly in the face, busting his lip open and creating a gash on his eyebrow.

I threw another punch at him, and he quickly grabbed my wrist. He pulled it over his head, making me roll over him and land on my back on the ground.

I quickly got to my feet, and created distance between us as Martino jumped to his. We circled each other with our fists raised in front of our faces defensively.

He lunged at me, and I threw a jab and hit him in the face. He smiled a bloody smile at me, unfazed from my attack.

I threw a kick at him, and he grabbed my leg. I tried to bring my other leg up to wrap it around him, but he socked me in the face, making me fall roughly to the ground.

"You think you can beat me?" He said as he got on top of me and punched me in the face.

"You think you can lead this Mafia?" Martino said as he punched me again. I felt blood dripping down my neck, my vision blurring with the warm crimson liquid covering my eyes.

He punched me repeatedly in the face before I grabbed his neck, catching him off guard, and threw him off of me.

I rolled to the side, laying on my stomach a few feet away from Martino.

"Come on Damon! Get up! Get the fuck up!" I heard Gio yell frantically from the crowd.

Martino ran towards me, and cocked his leg back before he swung it forward trying to kick me in the face while I was down. I did a forward somersault, barely avoiding the kick, and landed on my feet.

He lunged at me again, and I avoided his left hook and roundhouse kicked him in the face. While he was bent over, I grabbed his shoulder and kneed him in the stomach.

He threw a punch at my ribs, cracking them upon impact. Martino stepped back a bit, creating some distance between us before he threw a punch at my face.

I blocked it, and threw a right hook towards his cheek. He grabbed my arm and punched the bottom of my elbow, breaking my arm with a loud snap. I yelled in pain as my arm fell like a limp noodle.

The room fell silent. The once exuberant cheers of the crowd around us vanishing like a vapor in the wind.

"You're a weak man, Damon." He said as I stumbled backwards, holding onto my arm.

"Just like your pathetic father." Martino said as he slowly walked forward with each step I took backwards.

"Don't you dare talk about my father you bitch." I growled as my back hit the cool glass of the window.

Martino let out a malevolent laugh as he came closer to me. I threw a kick to his ribs, making him hunch over in pain.

He kicked the front of my knee with immense force, making it snap and hyperextend. I fell forward, catching myself with my good arm. I quickly stood up with one leg, leaning against the glass window for support as my body throbbed with pain.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" Martino said coldly. His bloody and bruised face morphed into a scowl.

"Fuck you." I breathed, my lungs shot pain through my chest from my broken ribs piercing my organs.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a man. You were raised to be soft, and because of that, you grew up to be a weak, little bitch. I should have ended you a long time ago." He snarled as he stepped closer to me until he was in front of me.

I spat at him, the blood from my mouth hitting him directly in the center of his face. He wiped if off with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine as he shot me a deadly glare.

"Goodbye, cousin." He smirked before he Spartan kicked me right in the center of the chest.

"NOOOOO!" Angelo yelled from the crowd. I caught a glimpse of him running towards me, Gio holding him back, knowing that if he interfered, he would be executed.

My ribs screamed in pain as my body flew backwards, shattering the glass window and sending me hurling off the cliff towards the jagged rocks below.

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