Chapter 39: My fight with the Capo

I felt a rush of heat steaming through my veins with every punch my fists snaps on the punching bag. I was getting warm-up for my fight with the Capo at midnight.

"Take it, easy man."

"Armando" My face lightens up seeing him leaning on the wall of the gym sipping a beer. He shot me a grin.

"Good to see the King of the ring"

We bump fist, and shoulder hugged.

"Good to see you too," I say returning to assaulting the punching bag with my powerful punches.

"What they said is true, it is written all over your face"

"What?"

He grins, gulping down his beer.

"That you are pussy whipped" He ripples out a burst of blustering laughter. His laughter was infectious causing the other guys in the gym to join him laughing their butt off.

I narrowed my eyes at him, darting him a glowering frown.

"Who is this woman that has gotten you wrapped around her finger, You could even kill a man for her. Damn you mess up that pretty-boy face. That woman must be fucking special"