Endings & Beginnings: Book Three of The New Mafia Trilogy by E.J. Fechenda

Author:E.J. Fechenda
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2015-09-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Natalie

We had just settled into our seats in the front row when Dante returned sans Gabriella.

“Where’s your date?” I asked to which Dante glared in response.

“Well, she’s definitely not here and she won’t be beneath me tonight,” he said then grinned. “But the night’s still young. I’ll find someone else to take her place.”

“You’re such a pig,” I said with a laugh and smacked him on his shoulder.

Dante started talking to Jin when more of Dom’s associates joined us. I recognized them from the wedding. They all sat in the same row as us and wore green wristbands like us. I glanced around as the stands filled up noticing varying colors of wristbands. While the area around the boxing ring consisted of theater style seating, Egan had kept the old school, wooden bleachers that could be folded in accordion-style. While some men wore suits and others were dressed more casually, all of the women were decked out like it was some sort of pageant. Perfectly styled hair, make up and jewelry worth more than the Crown Jewels were on display. I’m glad Dom offered me the chance to change as I felt underdressed in my simple black dress. My shoes however, rocked, even though the balls of my feet had already begun to ache. I was glad Chelsea had the foresight to pack the red stilettos.

“What are the wristbands for?” I asked Dom.

“Indicates what level we paid for our seats. Green is a grand, blue is $500 and red is $100, which is the minimum.”

I stared at him with my mouth open. “Are you serious?”

“Oh yeah. There is some good money in bare knuckle boxing. Tonight’s winners will be walking away with close to forty grand each. Typically these fights are held in a warehouse and take place in a square taped off on the concrete floor. This is BKB on steroids. Egan likes to go big or go home.”

Just then the gym plunged into darkness and the background noise of a thousand conversations hushed. I leaned toward Dom, not sure if the dark was intentional. Suddenly a spotlight flared to life, illuminating one of the entrances. A bass line started thrumming through the sound system, so deep I felt the vibration through my seat. The beat remained constant, almost like a heartbeat and then an announcer was introducing the first boxer. He burst through the doors with his fists in the air and his oiled chest glistened in the light. The bass beat morphed into “Til I Collapse” by Eminem and the crowd roared while some booed as the man was followed by a small entourage. Once he was situated in the corner of the ring, the music faded out and resumed the steady beat. The spotlight shifted to another entrance at the opposite end of the room. We all shifted in our seats to watch. The announcer screamed his introduction and as soon as the boxer, Killian, was announced, the crowd freaked out. It didn’t take a sports expert to figure out this guy was a fan favorite.

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