I Died And Swapped Souls With A Mafia Heir

Reckless

Just a few weeks of fighting in the Maze and he quickly became a crowd favourite. He had at least one fight scheduled every week, and he had gotten used to the rules of the place. Following the boss’ orders while fighting was not easy, just as he had complained to Jay the first time. But he had no choice since he was now moving up the ranks and making more money with each successful fight. Having to look away from your opponent to seek directions from your master and giving your opponent a chance to catch you off guard. A second off guard could be the difference between life and death, winning and losing.

After losing two matches due to the distraction, he learned the way to do it without giving his opponent a chance to knock him out and win the fight. He just had to look up when his opponent was down temporarily, or when they were far enough from him that if they moved closer while he was distracted, he would have time to defend a direct attack. The boss also gave him a hand there. Unlike other masters that gave their fighters instructions one at a time and made them have to look away from him multiple times in a fight, the Boss gave him a string of commands at a time, so he only had to look up twice or thrice while fighting.

Zac could tell that he had impressed the Boss with his obedience and winnings. Just like Jay had advised him to do. It took a lot for him to swallow his pride, but every time he saw the prize for his skill, he felt a bit better. He would eventually make sure he was number one, both in the Maze fights, and in the Boss’ eyes. That was his goal. One reason that this was his goal was obviously so he could gain more wealth and influence, but the other reason was related to his revenge. OD had been the star fighter here for more than a year, but Zac was determined to surpass those records and take away OD’s title as undefeated champion. That was one step to defeating the man that was part of the scheme to ruin his life.

With the money he was making, he was able to send weekly cheques to Thomas and Hannah. He knew they were concerned about where he was getting money from so suddenly. They tried to contact him severally, but he only responded a few times. He was slowly cutting off all contact with them to avoid getting them involved with the dangerous side of his new life. It may all seem peaceful now, especially since the Maze was the only part of the mafia business he was involved in. But when he inevitably moved up the ladder, he wasn’t delusional enough to think it would keep remaining peaceful. The least he could do after everything they’ve done for him is keep them safe.

Another reason he left was so he would have his privacy. He didn’t need someone to nag him about the bruises he returned with after fights, or question his late night movements. Only when he advanced to level five was he allowed on minor deals involving the trading part of the Kings Mafia.

Zac sometimes tagged along to make a drop or pick up shipments. He also learned to shoot while training for Maze fights, and now had his own gun assigned even though he had never used it. It was just there for the sake of security. That was a sign they were preparing him for bigger deals, and responsibilities. The money he made from fighting was enough to sustain his daily expenses, but he knew it was peanuts compared to the amount of money he needed to get his revenge on Justin. Justin was a multi millionaire, to surpass him, Zac needed to become a multi billionaire.

The plan to become the Boss’ favourite and climb up the ladder faster had one major obstacle. OD. He was already occupying the top fighter spot, and since he had spent years serving under the Boss, he was trusted. Zac would need to defeat OD in the Maze to claim the top fighter spot, but also find a way to make him look untrustworthy in the Boss’ eyes. That way, it would be easier for Zac to become the new favourite, both in and out of the ring. For this purpose, he trained even harder.

“Zac, you need to slow down, man. At this rate, you won’t need to worry about being knocked out in the ring. You may give yourself a heart attack before then and never even get to step foot inside the ring. Your training is becoming too excessive, with fewer rest periods.” Jay said with a concerned look as Zac counted his one hundred and eighty-ninth push up.

“I need to be in the best shape. I plan to challenge OD soon. I can’t wait for the rankings to finally place us together. He’s so high up, it might take at least two months of constant victory before we get paired. He’s an obstacle in my plan right now. And I won’t lie, the thought of knocking him off his pedestal would give me so much satisfaction.” Zac replied, barely out of breath despite his intense workout.

He planned to beat the s**t out of OD, a small form of revenge and a way to make the boss see that Zac was more valuable to him than OD.

“I understand your need to move forward, but you need to rethink this man. Being impatient might ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for. Pace yourself. A direct challenge? What if he makes it a death match, and does not surrender? Or a weapons match? Right now, you’re mostly training for hand to hand combat because those are the fights you’re usually scheduled for because of your level. Those hardcore matches are for level eights and above. At least get there first.”

Zac sighed as he listened to Jay’s advice. He knew that Jay was being more sensible. He just hated being patient while his enemies lived their lives normally.

“One week then. That’s how much longer I’m willing to wait. I’ll advance my level to eight within this week, and by the end of it, I will challenge him. I don’t care if it’s a death match. I will win, or die trying.”