Taken By The Mafia Lord

Aziz was no other than Elijah who decided his next mission was to go undercover in the Luciano family. Just like Marcel wanted to hunt him down, he wanted to mess with the little f*cker as well.

May the best mafioso win.

Hence, Elijah was not bothered by this little imp called John issuing a challenge to him. He scratched his brows. If it wasn't for the witnesses around, he would slit his tongue before the asshole even realizes he's dead.

He has seen the man throwing his weight around since after the ceremony. Just because he was hulky, that doesn't make him a better fighter, he only had weight as an advantage.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Elijah wasn't even surprised by the chants from fellow members. He has seen that coming and so did John considering he intentionally bumped into him in the first place.

"What do you say, pretty boy," He sneered, "We take this up right here and now. Let's see the stuff you're made of!" John announced loudly so everyone heard him.

He intentionally gingered the crowd so even if Aziz wanted to pull out, he wouldn't because of the shame and backlash he was bound to suffer for being a party pooper.

"Sure, bring it on," Elijah accepted the challenge and that worked the crowd up into a frenzy. Most men have high thrill- and adventure-seeking personalities so it wasn't surprising they were alleviated by this exciting physical activity.

The rules of the fight were simple; they had to defeat their opponent thoroughly or make their opponent concede defeat. Weapons were barred and would be treated as a foul with consequences.

An area of the club was mapped out for their fight, to be precise, the DJ booth that accommodates multiple performers. The instruments were cleared out and John was the first to step on proudly.

He was already sure of winning this fight and with the hostility in his gaze, he would crush Aziz with his bare hands. And honestly, this was a plan.

With the two Caporegimes present, Lance and Arthur, John intended to impress both, and who knows, he might get promoted much faster than he intended.

So he targeted Elijah out of annoyance and the fact he looked the weakest out of them made him an easier prey. Men with good-looking features were usually weaker, expecting to charm their way up with their extraordinary features.

At once, John ripped his shirts with his hands showing off bulging muscles while roaring a battle cry that a few spectators, mostly men, echoed. It was obvious that John was favored over Aziz. After all, what could that pretty face possibly do to a man of such superior strength?

Aziz climbed up the stage after John was done with his little performance. But unlike John's ostentatious display, he whipped the women watching the fight as well into a frenzy merely by removing his shirt.

They shouted at the top of their voices, screaming their support for the man as hot as sin. Even if he gets defeated, Aziz gave them a good show. Their eyes were blessed.

Of course, John was not happy with this development - he did not win over the ladies while Aziz did so without even trying hard. His countenance was dreadful, hinting at his sinister plans toward Aziz.

As soon as the fight signal was given, John didn't wait for Aziz to come at him, he charged immediately and wasn't that surprised when he dodged him.

Beginner's luck, he surmised.

However, the second move, Aziz shifted to the side, now annoying him. But that was the just beginning because in the next few moves John executed, Aziz spins and weaves his way around; as if he was messing around with him.

But to the onlookers, it looked like Aziz was a scaredy-cat and didn't have the courage to face John head-on, so all he could do was dodge him and hope for a miracle. Hence, it didn't come as a surprise when they began to boo him, not that it bothered Elijah, he was having fun.

Lance was the only confused one there, he had spotted many opportunities Azizi could have used and taken out John, but he chose to ignore them or he was simply ignorant of them. Lance couldn't tell. Yet his heart couldn't help but pound, he hoped Aziz emerged victoriously.

While the others jibed at Aziz, John was the only one who understood the precarious situation he was in. He had underestimated that pretty face, Aziz was too quick for him to catch and he realized the young man was playing him. However, his pride wouldn't allow him to concede defeat.

So with a fierce roar, he barreled towards Aziz, determined not to let him slip through him this time and unlike earlier, the idiot wasn't fast at evading him.

John was sure he grabbed him or so he thought because the next minute he felt like he tripped on something and the next, found himself on the ground, landing with no brace for impact.

In reality, Aziz only side-stepped him and put his leg in the way and though it looked like a simple move, only the Caporegimes there knew that it was intricate because of its timing and speed. One would have to be vigilant because a second later, John would have tackled him to the ground where he would do whatever he wanted with him.

John in question groaned in pain, a sharp pain cutting across his stomach each time he breathed, he felt like he wouldn't be able to stand at all. That wasn't all, his hand was lying at a weird angle and he had no doubt he had broken those - with some ribs. He had been so zealous to take Aziz down that he had landed with all his might with a thud.

After a few minutes, seeing that John was unable to stand and kept groaning, Aziz did a little bow.

His job here was done.

Truthfully Elijah could have beaten John up mercilessly but he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. If they found out he was skilled, it would seem suspicious.

Right now, his victory would be comprehended as luck shining on him. So he climbed off the stage leaving everyone stunned.

He hasn't even done much and John was down? How was that possible? And how could someone look so cool?