-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

-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

-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

-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

-Dominic's POV-I was in my cell, consumed in my own thoughts when I heard my door being opened. I lifted my head to see the same guard who tried helping me when I got burnt. I had been seeing a lot of him recently and for some reason, my gut felt uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that he was too caring or because he looked familiar, in either case, I didn't like it. "Dominic, you're being moved into another cell for an hour," He informed so I stood up and hesitantly followed him. I hadn't eaten properly for a while ever since the incident, the main reason being that I didn't want to see any of those women for longer than I needed to or else I'd probably start a fight. This resulted in my voice ge