The Devil’s Game
When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning.
“Get up,” Vito ordered.
They stood quickly, some of them swaying slightly.
“Divide yourselves into groups of ten,” Vito continued. “Take numbers. Groups go into the ring one by one. Fight until only one man is standing. Anyone who gets defeated comes down and does another two thousand push-ups. Winners of each group will fight each other. The final winner fights me.”
The men exchanged uneasy glances. Fighting each other was one thing. Fighting Vito was something else entirely. They had all seen what happened to people who stepped into the ring with him.