The Assassins Kill

Chapter 31- Betting.

*Jades Pov*

I crack my neck, stretching out all my joints as I hear the announcer call for me, "JADE ROBINSON AGAINST ELIJAH HADDAD, BETS BEING PLACED AS WE SPEAK! PLEASE WELCOME THEM BOTH TO THE STAGE!" I hear a large crowd erupt into cheers when I push open the doors and jog onto the ring set up in the center of the club.

Phantom is located underneath a pizzeria, it has three levels technically. First level is the dance and bar area, second is strip club, and the third is the fight room, A.K.A The Combattere.

Music booms throughout the room right when Nonno walks over to my corner of the ring and hands me a water. I gratefully take it and chug it, screwing the cap back on and handing it to him.

"Beat the sterco out of him." I grin.

"Once I'm done with him, you'll have to find a worse word than sterco."

"Ah! That's my girl." He pats my upper arm and winks before walking towards his seat in the front. I look up at the chalkboard and notice the entire mafia has bet on me, and everyone else has bet on elijah, it's pretty 50/50.

Suddenly the crowd roars again and I look over, seeing Eli strut over to me with shorts on and a towel around his shirtless shoulders.

I think I have a thing for abs.

"Ready, JD?" He flashes me a goofy smile and sniffles.

"Your gonna get your ass kicked." He smiles even more and takes a sip of water, his adams-apple bobbing up and down.

"We'll see about that, motek." I snort at his old nickname for me and the referee climbs under the ring ropes and into the middle of the square, standing in between us two.

We make eye contact and I squint, a smirk forming on his lips. The referee waits a minute and the crowd silences, before blowing his whistle.

I immediately run towards him and grab his curly hair, pulling him to me and headbutting him, leaving a gash on his forehead. He takes a second to snap out of his daze and grab my arm, turning me around and kicking my back, making me land face-first on the ground.

"You fucking asshole!" I push myself up, wiping the blood off of my face and spitting. His eyes flash danger and he suppresses a smirk, making my blood boil.

I run towards him, kicking him in the crotch and tackling him. He groans and reaches to cover his crotch but I grab his wrists, twisting his arms around till I hear his shoulder crack. He pants and pushes me beneath him, slapping me and punching my cheek.

"Don't touch the goods." He tells me before pulling me up and pushing me towards the corner. He runs towards me and I quickly lift my feet up, kicking him in the stomach and making him fall on his ass.

"Please, I've touched the goods plenty of times. Nothin' special there, sweetheart." I leap onto his stomach with my legs and stomp on his stomach once before kicking his jawline. I grin until he grabs my ankle and pulls me down, my knee cracking because of the force, which makes me fall into the splits. "Fuckshitcock." I mumble as I slowly slide up and grimace. I uppercut his jaw and hit his ribs, making him gasp. Going in for another punch to the face, he grabs my hand in his large palm and pulls to behind me, pushing us against the ropes.

"How long are you gonna keep this act up, doll." I scrunch up my face, trying to fight against his hold on me.

"What act!" I growl.