AMORE

Take care of me

Lorenzo

The crowd around us was going mental. People were chanting the words "fight fight fight" while slamming their hands to the wall beside them, as if they were caged animals. I looked at Adam who was drinking from his bottle, while getting his hands bandaged up. The boys were sitting on the first row, completely relaxed as if this was an everyday thing for them. To be fair, it was for us and by the looks of it, it was for the Persians also. We had ditched the idea of boxing and were instead fighting with bare hands in a locked cage.

The sound of the cage getting closed, made people scream ever louder. I could make out Khalid screaming something to Adam in Persian, to which he nodded subtly. A whistle was blown, echoing in the whole room. Both me and Adam started moving around the cage, waiting for the best moment to lunge towards each other. People were screaming and cheering as if they were in a party and not here to witness a brutal murder.

I watched Adams technique closely to see his weak spot. I could tell by the way he was moving that he was experienced. However, his arms dropped low when he threw a punch, meaning that his reflexes were rather slow. Were a fighter would protect his face immediately, Adam used a few seconds as he was too focused on seeing how his opponent received his punches. I started off by testing my theory by letting him punch me a few times. He was concentrating the blows on my face and nose mostly. I could hear Diego scream loudly, telling me to duck and cursing out in Italian.

After a while, I used my opportunity to punch him back harder. Just like him, I directed the blow to his face, making him fall back slightly. He regained his posture quickly and ducked slightly to get a grip on my legs. I let him, but just when he had his back crunched in front of me, I used my elbow to hit him right on his back bone. He screamed out in agony and fell down on the ground. I could make out some of the girls scream and look away, some even standing up to leave. I didn't care about that, too focused on erasing the douchebag in front of me who was separating Bella from me.

The images of him with Bella kept flooding my brain, making me throw harder punches his way even if he was laying on the ground. His arms came up to his face, trying to protect his face that was bleeding furiously. He groaned and muttered words in Persian, which I didn't understand. However, it was only when he stopped fighting back that I looked at his face that was completely broken. He chuckled when he tried opening his eyes to see me already looking at him.

His irritating nature made me stand up and walk over to the axe that was laying on the corner. It was only when I turned around that I was hit by a chair straight to my head, making me fall down. Adam trashed the chair in front of me, using the chair leg to hit me repeatedly. I groaned as he hit the pointed side straight on my cheekbone and ear, making blood pour out. I tried to stand up, but was unsuccessful when Adam used the same axe, I had to jam it straight to my ear again. He was directed it to my head, but I moved just a little so it would collide with my ear instead. I heard the piping voice in my ear but ignored it and stood up with great difficulty.

"CAPO FOCUS" I heard Scar shout, making me feel the pressure to kill the fucker in front of me. My sight was going blurry and I was trying my best to not just fall unconscious.

Adam sickly laughed in my face as he walked around the ring, waiting for me to stand up. "Bloody prick" I muttered, standing up taller this time despite the ache I felt on my gun wound that had been bruised again. The commenter was going crazy on top and I knew that one of us had to either die or fall unconscious to get out of the cage. With that thought, I used a rope to whip him and just like planned, he held on to it before it could touch his skin. We both dragged the rope by each end, but I used all my upper body strength to pull him towards me and kick his ankles for him to fall down. He groaned as I panted, our energies draining by the lack of air and the punches. I quickly put the robe around his neck and seethed into his ear; "Don't you ever think about having what's mine". He struggled and held on to a bottle, smashing it. I didn't have enough time to react before he used a broken glass and slit my lip open, to which I groaned loudly.