The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader

-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 getting hoarse and my throat hurting but even then, I wasn't willing to get comfortable here.

Both I and the guard walked out of the cell and past others in silence. This was strange though because normally he'd like to talk to me a little, like to lighten the situation. Instead, right now, he seemed almost nervous. His body was tense regardless of whatever he was feeling. This made me curious. "Where are we going?" I asked after we passed a few more corridors of which I hadn't seen before.

The guard didn't answer my question which was a little annoying, but I decided I wasn't going to push on it further because after passing the last corridor I heard a scream and that had answered my question for me. Dread filled my body when I realised that today was going to be long and painful.

We stopped outside of a door with the guard's hand pausing over the doorknob. He didn't open the door right away. It was as if he didn't want to open the door. "Just do as they say," he said before opening the door and pushing me inside. "You wish," I replied under my breath as he shut the door behind me leaving me in a pitch-black room.

I could hear shuffles, so I knew I wasn't the only one in here, but I couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, I was pushed from behind before being pulled and sat on a wooden chair. It happened too far for me to be able to fight against it and it seemed like there was more than one person here too. After holding me down onto the chair I felt my hands being tied behind me as someone else walked and switched on the light. My eyes adjusted before I looked around only to be met with disappointment.

"I knew it," I mumbled, making sure it was inaudible. Smirks grew on the faces of the guys around me as they realized how hopeless I was, or hopeless I seemed anyway.

"Nice to meet you Demonic," Marcel sneered from next to me while coming in close to my face. A little too close. I turned my face and spat right at him which made him yell out in disgust while pulling away from me.

I was going to laugh at his reaction when a punch came and hit the dead centre of my left cheek. "Someone's got quite the swing!" I compliment and turn to look at Austin who was now holding his knuckles, "I didn't hurt you did I?" I mock which made him growl at me but before he could go in for another attack Marcel cut in and asked me a question.

"Where are they?" He asked, and I raised an eyebrow,

"Who?" I asked back which seemed to make his anger flare. I don't think he liked me playing dumb.

"Where is the Skulls and Bones gang!" he then shouted and punched my right cheek, which started to piss me off, but I told myself I couldn't get angry here. Instead, I put on a fake act.

"I don't know who you're talking about!" I exclaimed but I was only met with another punch.

"Tell us and you won't get hurt more than you already have," Tom threatened but I didn't answer. I looked down instead and had punches thrown at me from all directions. The more I didn't answer the harsher they got and the more their anger rose. However, despite this, I wasn't going to tell them anything about where my brother was.

"Jordan, why don't you have a go at her too? Didn't you know her before all of this? I'm sure it'd be fun." One of them had said after a while. I raised my head a bit to look at Jordan who had been leaning against the door this whole time. He stared back at me for a moment before pushing off of the door and walking closer to me. I looked back down and before I could hold my breath, I received a hard kick to the stomach which knocked all of the air out of me.

I looked up at him after that punch and saw nothing in his eyes which made me scoff a little. "Take advantage of me in this state now whilst you still can," I started which made them all pay attention to me. "Because when I'm out of here, nothing will stop me from killing you."

Once the words left my mouth, I finally got to see what I was looking for. Fear.

Bruised and beaten, an hour later I was finally allowed out of the room. The guys ended up not getting any information out of me, no matter how painful it was to keep my mouth shut. On the plus side I had found out that in order to get me in that position, they had worked with the Men of Mayhem. A connection I didn't expect to make. This also worried me though. It meant that there was someone from that gang working in this prison and I wasn't safe.

A different guard came to pick me up this time which I made sure to note. He had told me that I had a visitor, so I prayed it wasn't any of the gang. Right now, I didn't want to face any of them. I did a lot for them as it was, a fake act of happiness was not another I wanted to add to the list.

When I went to the visitor room, I looked to see it was actually Xavier who was waiting to see me which made me relax a little. I sat down in my seat which caught his attention and he lifted his head only to have his eyes widened at my state. I don't blame him. If I was in his seat, looking at a train wreck of a person, I'd be pretty surprised too.

"What happened to you?" he asked, amusement wrapped around his words which makes me roll my eyes.

"It was the bloody gang. They beat me up while having me tied down. I mean, if you're gonna beat me, at least let me try to fight back, ya know?" I say and Xavier breaks into a laugh.

"You look horrible!" he exclaimed as he carried on his laugh.

"You do too, now calm your ass down," I say in a tired voice to which he eventually obeyed, face still looking like he's holding back a grin. "So, when are you bailing me out?" I asked, and he looked like I was insane.

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"I'm not spending my winnings on you," he joked which made me shake my head and rub my bruised face with my free hand. He was trying to piss me off on purpose.

"Use my money for God's sake. I'm tired of this place." I say which makes him chuckle back.

"I thought you wanted to get into jail to 'know how it feels'." He mocked. I groaned back at him.

"Yeah, well, I know how it feels now. I want out!" I order, slammed my hand against the desk.

"Nah, I think you're good." He responds coolly which makes me hang my mouth open in shock before glaring at him as hard as I could.

"You're getting beat up once I get out of here, you know that right?" I threatened but it just amused him more.

"Whatever you say Demon," he replied before starting to get up.

"Don't you dare put that phone down!" I yelled but he already had and turned around with a smug look on his face. "Fuck you, Xavier!"