The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader

-Blake's POV-

"Guys, we need to find a way to break Demonic out of prison!" Zack suddenly says which makes me look up from my book. For the first time, Zack was saying something worth listening to whilst drunk, or at least for some amusement. Zack grew up with Nick for the most part and those two are basically brothers, so he probably feels protective over Dominic too and considers her as a sister to him which is why he spurted out something like that.

"I think you should get a little sober before trying to come up with any plans Zack," my brother then says, laughing at Zack and taking the bottle away from him.

"I'm not even that drunk this time," Zack defends which, I'm sure, made all of the guys in the room sigh. But it wasn't as if Zack wasn't onto something. We did need to get Dominic out of jail.

"My point is if Dominic risked so much for us to the point where she's suspected of murder and is thrown into jail for a few months, why can't we risk the same to get her out? She's got the tattoo, she's a part of our gang, she's a part of our family!" He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'.

The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

"Well, it's not like she hasn't killed people directly or indirectly so," Jason then said which made us all glare at him because he wasn't one to talk. He was our kill off after all. Our glares made him put his arms up in surrender and say, "just sayin' dude"

"That's not the point Jason. We gotta break her out!" Zack carried on which made us all look his way, but it ended up not being him we were looking at. It was the person behind him who wasn't in the room until then.

Zack realized we were looking behind him, so he turned before letting out a yell, "you bloody scared me, Nick!" We chuckled at his started figure as Nick shook his head with his own smile on his face. "You're not breaking anyone out of prison mate," Nick then stated which made me furrow my eyebrows.

"We're not?" I ask, and he sighed before answering.

"Sis strictly instructed that she wanted things to be done legally so that she didn't risk her street fighter identity more than she has already. I agreed." He then explained while grabbing a drink.

"So, we're letting her face the months in jail until her court date and hope that she'll win and be let out," Jason concluded and Nick shrugged,

"Pretty much," before turning to me. "Ready to go?" he asked, and I nodded, getting up. We told the guys where we were going and started making our way towards Nick's car.

The journey was uncomfortably silent. It felt off. There had to be something wrong, you could see it in Nick's face. So, I had to ask him, "What's happened to her?" Nick's eyes didn't leave the road, but after I asked the question, I could see his knuckles whiten as he held onto the steering wheel. He didn't answer until he had stopped in front of our destination.

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"No matter how much you want to, don't question how she looks." He ordered, which left me confused at first, but I nodded and got out of the car anyway, telling myself I'd probably understand later.

I made my way inside the building and was then guided into a room where I waited to see Dominic. There were another two people in the room, but it still felt as if I was waiting for ages alone.

Eventually, the door on the other side of the room opened and two inmates were led out before Dominic was shoved into the room after them. "I'm not an inmate yet officer, you can't push me around until I live in your cell!" She growled but then her facial features softened when she saw me. I grinned at her, but it was half forced when I finally got what Nick was saying. Her face and neck were scarred. It looked...painful to say the least.

So much pain. She was going through so much pain and... it made my own chest ache. I hated seeing her like this. I hated that I couldn't help her.

We both picked up the phone that was waiting for us and I waited to hear her voice. She must have caught my worried expression because, in a voice that gave me chills, she said, "I'm okay."

My eyes watered. It was as if she was reading my mind but not completely because there were still other things I was worried about.

"It's not your fault Blake." She carried on and I couldn't stop a tear from running down my cheek as I stared into her beautiful eyes.

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"Not my fault? How could you even say that? Look at the state you're in!" I exclaimed, swearing to myself that after this, I wasn't going to leave her alone ever again.

"Blake let me tell you something," Dominic then started so I sat silently, wanting to cherish this time with her even though the glass between us was suffocating me. "I knew I was going to be thrown into jail. This is like a game to me, I wanted to test it out. It's not that bad. Food's good. So, chill, aight?" She says, smugly leaning back on her chair.

This made me smile slightly, she knew her words were relaxing to hear. "You're insane Demonic," I state which made her grin, mischief was written all over her face and I loved it. I loved her.

My heartbeat suddenly quickened, and it was loud. I could hear it in my ears, and I knew that I had to tell her, properly this time now that my head was in the right place.

"Can I say something?" I ask nervously, and she nodded back slowly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "II" I looked back up to her but then stopped myself from continuing. Her hand clenched around the phone. She was biting her lips hard enough for them to rip. She knew what I was going to say, and it was causing her discomfort.

When I saw this, I knew I had to change what I was going to say. It wasn't the right time. "I want you to stay safe," I saved, and I could visibly see all of her muscles relax before she gave me a genuine smile, "Me? Stay safe? I think you're the insane one B,"