We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

Finally Starting

A quick pic of Ivan to begin this part

I easily lied through the questions that Garcia shot at me. Lying about my name, birthday, family and everything else. After I was finished she told me to stand to the side and wait.

After about 5 minutes we were all told to get changed into some workout gear. I grabbed an outfit from the car and walked to the outhouse they pointed us to. I was one of the first in line so eventually, I got changed into a simple black sports bra, some leggings and running shoes, with a black jacket to top it all off.

I put my other clothes in the car and then followed the line of people who were walking through the apple orchard. I admired the beauty of the orchard as we walked a fair while.

We eventually came to a clearing in the trees that had a fighting mat set up and a large roof. I saw Matteo standing at one end of the massive shed-like structure. I lined up with everyone else and a dark-skinned woman stepped up to the mat.

"Welcome to the first part of becoming part of the Italian Mafia. You will be put in pairs based on your age, height and weight. Then you will fight your pair and the winner stands on the left side, loser on the right. A winner either pins down their opponent for 3 seconds or pushes their opponent out of the mat for 3 seconds," she looked over the group, "May the best people win,"

I looked over the group and saw a few women who looked to be my height and weight, though I had no idea about age. Mostly everyone was young but there was the occasional middle-aged man or woman.

"First pair, Leonardo Delano and Marco Jovian," the two men stepped up on the mat. They looked very similar although Leonardo was tan and Marco was pale, "Fight," the two men lunged at each other and fought. They mainly just punched but they soon got bored and Marco easily tackled Leonardo to the ground, "1... 2... 3...." And just like that, the first person out.

Leonardo went to the right and Marco to the left. Marco was taken back toward the house while Leonardo was taken away from the house.

"Next pair," announced the dark-skinned woman, "Rachel Diablo and Amy Dickerson," the two women stepped up. "Fight!" Rachel put her hands up and Amy seemed to be studying her opponent. Rachel was obviously a boxer and Amy seemed to be more brains than brawn. Rachel tried a few punches and Amy blocked. After a while Amy swept her leg, tripping Rachel up and making her groan as she landed. Just like that Rachel was out for the count, "1... 2... 3..."

Amy went to the left and Rachel to the right. The same thing happened with the two, Amy was taken to the house and Rachel in the opposite direction.

"Third pair," the dark-skinned woman declared, "Raven Romano and Claire Rocco," I threw off my jacket and then stepped up to the mat. I quickly studied Claire. She was a lot musclier than me and she looked like a bodybuilder.

"She's the same weight as ME?" I asked the dark-skinned lady. She shrugged and I heard a male laugh behind me. I hoped it was Matteo as I looked back at Claire,

"Fight!"

She put her hands up, definitely a bodybuilder. I groaned inwardly.

"You were raised on the streets," I said in my head, "Fight dirty," well I knew how to do that,

"I hate boxers," I told her. She looked confused and I took that moment of weakness to jump onto her. I wrapped my legs around her neck and twisted so that she was on the floor and I was sitting on her back.

"1... 2... 3..." I got off Claire and sighed. That was easy. I walked off to the left and a woman came and got me. We began walking back to the house,