Blood and Loyalty
Paolo rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, looking stern already.
Mario lounged on a crate with a grin that promised trouble.
Giovanni leaned on the railing above, ready to witness every moment of potential humiliation.
Erico stood slightly behind me, tense in a way I could feel without even looking.
“Alright,” Paolo said, clapping his hands once. “Let’s start with something simple. Stance.”
I stepped forward.
Paolo crossed his arms. “Feet shoulder-width apart.”
I adjusted.
“No, that’s too narrow. You’ll get knocked-”
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