-Dominic's POV--Hey M.D we haven't seen ya in a while, mind giving us some entertainment?I looked down at the text for a moment. It was from one of the guys on a charge of setting up the street fights. I responded back to the text saying 'I'll be there' but that wasn't why I was hesitant. Why wasn't it Xavier? I thought as I packed my things and got ready for tonight. Normally we'd let each other know when our fights were and when to arrive even if Xavier was a bit less dependent on me and did most of it all on his own, I'd still always hear from him. However, ever since I got out of jail I hadn't heard anything from Xavier and that was worrying. Even if he was the strongest stree

-Nickolas' POV-A week has passed, and the face-offs were among us again and just like last time, my gang and I were participating. Unlike last time though, our main goal wasn't winning, it was supporting Dominic. It was her time and her stage alone. She was going to win, I had no doubt in that. During this past week, Dominic had spent days and nights training her ass off at different clubs, learning different techniques and even getting to know her stage by doing matches at the place where the face-offs were taking place- which was in a different place to last time. We had hardly seen her but when we did, she used that time training us and you could definitely tell she was a lot stronger than before. I didn't

-Nickolas' POV-I watched as 'Angel' was carried off of the ring with a smirk on my face. The pride I felt watching my sister win her fights was huge. She was doing amazingly -despite the gore- and I knew her fight with Xavier would go just as well. There was no way she would lose, not when her goal was right there in front of her. I was preparing myself to watch the next match but was then brought back to my senses when I looked around and couldn't find any of my gang. They were all gone. I tensed my muscles and was about to turn when I was stopped by something cold and metallic hitting my back. I moved in an attempt to grab either the gun or the person holding it but when I did, the person m

-6 Months Later-The summer break had finally begun but unfortunately, it couldn't be spent happily. After losing one of his most precious members, Nickolas Secter had been left devastated and in pain. After 6 months without her, he returned to be the cold-hearted leader he once was. However, that mask was ripped off of him when he stood in front of her resting place every week. Many tears were shed on the soil that was laid beneath them. Again, it was time for him to see her. For him to look down and remember his sister one more time. The sister he considered a miracle. The sister he grew to love. He stared at her name across the stone that was nailed onto the tree in front of him. The words,

-Dominic's POV-Gym class was next. I sighed. It wasn't as if I didn't like gym class, it was my speciality after all, but what we do during gym was always boring as fuck. It wasn't challenging, it didn't work up a sweat, girls usually had it easier and I couldn't use any of my strength at all. It was seriously a waste. It was the last term of high school for me. Most people had been here for years and years and couldn't wait to get out in a month’s time. They claimed they'd miss the place, miss the people in it. I had no such connection. I wasn't going to miss the building I hardly spent time in, I didn't have people I was going to miss, the teachers were useless, the education system a