-Dominic's POV-It's become a routine now to come to this pub every night. I go into the street fighter's section and warm-up, comfortable in my surroundings now as is everyone else with me being here.Destroyer meets me soon after. I've come to find out his real name is Steven and he's pretty open about himself. The opposite of me. This is proven through his nightly questioning session he likes to do. Asking me how old I am, where I was born, where I live and many others which I quickly answer with an, 'I ain't telling you' but this time when he asked, "What's your name?" I stopped at my 100th push-up and stood to face him which made his face turn into a hopeful one. I smirked and answered, "Secter
-Nickolas' POV-I had told Dominic that morning that I wanted to take her somewhere before we left for America. It was somewhere I had wanted to show her ever since I found out she was in London.I didn't know if showing her this at this point in time was right or wrong, but I felt she deserved to see this. It was important to both of us and in some way, I had hoped that it would be a step towards a better relationship between us.I had blinded Dominic before bringing her out here, but she was good at reading my facial expression as I did. She knew this wasn't going to be enjoyable.The drive there was silent. Mostly because I was nervous, and she could feel that. When we reached the destinatio
-Dominic's POV (a month prior)-I woke up and the first thing that I thought was 'ow' as pain shot up my body. My legs were killing me.Even as I tried getting up from bed carefully, I ended up collapsing and falling onto the floor because my legs still couldn't support me properly. So, I grabbed my desk-side heaved myself up before leaned on the wall whilst slowly walking to the bathroom, knowing that I'd probably have to get used to that happening in the morning now.When I got to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and cringed at my reflection. I have bruises all over and a huge gash on my cheek. I didn't enjoy putting makeup on but with my face looking like this and the fact that I won't be fighting
-Nickolas' POV-As Dominic and I came out of the airport I looked around and then looked back at my phone, texting the lads to check where they were but was cut off by someone calling, "Nick!" My head shot up and I smiled towards my four guys who were walking towards me. We greeted each other with hugs and handshakes before we started talking."So, what happened?" Jason asked, and I grinned at him before replying,"It went well, I got her back and she agre
-Blake's POV-My eyes were fixed on one figure that night. I had missed her beyond anything I had ever felt before but...my fear held me back. Instead of going up to her, instead of talking to her, instead of fixing the things between us, I've been giving her the cold shoulder since she's come back. I've been ignoring her even though I want nothing more than to hold her.I downed another shot and kept watching her from afar when I suddenly see Jake walk up to her drunk as hell. I furrowed my eyebrows when he held onto her waist and brought his face dangerously close to hers. What the hell was he doing? My blood boiled in anger and betrayal and I wanted to go up to them and rip him off of her, but I knew I had no rig
-Nickolas' POV-The plan was prepared and explained to my members, now the only thing left to do was to put it into action. I knew it was dangerous to put this new team into a fight without some training first though so that was exactly what I was going to do.I had called everyone into the main room of my apartment and had started calling out everyone's positions, more so Dominic knew a bit more about the gang she was now in. "First off, Zack and Blake are our weapon guys for this division, it's their speciality. Jason is our kill off. Kind of like an assassin, he'll do the individual tasks that don't require the whole group. He prefers to work alone and does it well. Dominic, you and Jake are our hand to hand comb
-Dominic's POV-I looked down at Jordan one last time with sympathy before watching Nick and the rest start running from the police who were coming in closer."Come on D, we have to go!" Blake exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and we both started running. A little distance was made between us and what was our battlefield when I came up with an idea. I stopped moving and started walking back into the open. "Dominic what are you doing?" I then hear Blake asking from behind me, looking at me with panic and worry."If we keep running without a plan we're going to get caught. They have cars and tracking dogs. This won't work. I have to do something." I reply which makes him shake his head, walking closer to me and
-Nickolas' POV-My head was in my hands and my leg was shaking.She's in jail.I couldn't think about anything else at that moment. Not the news that was talking about her this morning nor the whispering of the people around me, glancing at me and the lads from time to time because they knew we were related. Right now, everyone at school had found out about Dominic and how she was suspected of murder. Most people said they weren't surprised if it were true, others swore to stay away from her if she were to ever come back which made me scoff. It wasn't as if anyone was close to her to begin with.My thoughts were then interrupted when the door of my class was opened. I lifted my head and my eyes
-Dominic's POV-Jail.It wasn't that bad. I think it was safe to say that movies definitely overexaggerated how bad it was going to be in here which was a little less fun than I had anticipated.I had my own cell for now because I still had time before my court date and that was absolutely perfect for me. Isolation was something I was comfortable with. People in here weren't exactly nice though either. If I wasn't a street fighter maybe this place would bother me more but because I am, none of these people scare me. In fact, I may as well call myself one of them.Right then I was hanging outside since it was our free time and was smoking a cig that I had taken from one of the