The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader

The sound of a heavy door slamming shut and footsteps echoing into a room filled the empty set. There were no windows, no desks, one way in and one way out. The room was dimly lit with just enough light for the two males to see that they weren't alone.

"What do you want?" The man who just entered asked, eager to leave as if someone was chasing him.

"You know what we want," the first man hissed, stepping forward threateningly. "And you're going to help us get it. You're one of us remember?"

The second man grits his teeth in frustration and didn't reply for a moment. Instead, he stared back at him with an intense glare. "It's not going to work. You're not going to be able to kill them—"

"Shut the fuck up! You do as I fucking tell you!" The yelling whispered on for a couple of seconds before he continued in a calmer voice. "Her life's in our hands, remember?" -Dominic's POV-

"Good work tonight Demon, go get some rest!"

I scoffed in Xavier's direction and threw my towel at his face while laughing slightly. "I was going to do that whether you told me to or not," I replied which made him chuckle despite being disgusted by my sweaty towel.

It was around 7 am when I left the bar, knackered and ready to shut my eyes for probably the whole day. The completion was rough as fuck and whoever was able to beat me could win $10,000. What wasn't advertised though was that whenever I won a fight I would get $2,000, which by itself isn't a lot of money, but considering I was fighting for hours on end and multiple people in those hours-none of which were able to beat me I ended up getting quadruple the amount of the original prize fund.

"$40,000. Not bad at all MD, not bad at all." I mumbled to myself as I swung my bag over my shoulder, strapping up my helmet and making my way home.

Turning the key, I opened my door and the smell of food hit my nose like a ton of bricks.

"Welcome home," I hear Blake say as he walked to the entrance, funnily still having the plaster on his face from where I punched him earlier however he also had a smile on his face which comforted me, and I didn't feel guilty about it, I never do, but having him stand before me now almost changed that. Almost.

Seeing his face now also reminded me of something else he did earlier which nearly made me blush. Kissing me all of a sudden like that, coming out of nowhere. I wasn't prepared at all, but I loved it too.

My thoughts were cut off midway by Blake's face, which somehow appeared centimetres in front of mine, making my whole body tingle. Fuck.

"You look cute when you smile to yourself," Shit. "Come on you must be tired and hungry. I made breakfast, so we can eat first and cuddle later?" He asked, leaning back but I wasn't concentrating on that as much. I don't know what was wrong with me, but he just seemed so....perfect.

"D? You kinda zoned out there." Blake then said, waving his hand in front of my face. I grinned at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the kitchen with a positive hop in my step. "Sounds good to me." I started but then realised something. "Wait, where's Arthur? Wasn't he staying over at my house?" I asked washing my hands and sitting with pancakes on my table, ready to eat. "Yeah, but he left after I came back from the fight saying he wanted to talk to Xavier about something." The hand that was about to put a slice of pancake in my mouth paused before slowly coming down. "You came back at around 3:30 right?" I asked calmly to which Blake nodded as he sat down as well casually. Although, I could tell that after that he started studying my now tense face, curious as to why I haven't started to eat yet.

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The reason I paused was that I knew that what Arthur had told Blake was complete and utter bullshit. Either that or Blake was lying to me as to where he really was. Looking at Blake's face though, he wasn't lying. I would be able to tell instantly. So, it was Arthur.

Xavier was with me from 3 am onwards even though he said he wasn't going to come. If Arthur had gone to see Xavier, I would have seen him, or Xavier would have told me he was there. But he wasn't, and he hadn't.

I looked back up at Blake's face one more time. He seemed concerned now, but I didn't want to worry him, so I started eating again.

It wasn't until after we had eaten and cleaned up that there was a knock on my door. Ever since Blake had told me about Arthur, I had been hiding my foul mood despite it being quite strong and persistent. So, when Blake opened the door and Arthur stood on the other side, I waited and stared with suspicion radiating off of me.

He seemed to catch on as well but instead of stopping in front of me or greeting me even, he was ready to walk past me. I didn't let that happen though. I grabbed his wrist in a tight grip which made him stop. Blake could sense the tension between us and stood near me for reassurance, letting me know he was there.

"How was your talk with Xavier?" I asked, trying to stay as calm and monotone as I could.

"Fine." I grit my teeth slightly at his response but carried on anyway.

"His scar doesn't still hurt, does it? He was complaining quite a lot about it," I was making shit up. Xavier didn't have a fight today. Anyone near the bar would know that.

"He said it was healing."

"And when are you going to tell me that you're lying?" I responded, deciding to cut the bullshit now. My tone went down, and he turned his face to look at me. His eyes were cold, face rigid. He was definitely hiding something from me. "Where were you really?"

"It's none of your business!" He raised his voice, threat lacing through his words, but I wasn't threatened.

"We're not kids anymore brother. I'm 18 and you're 24, so act like an adult and speak to me." I said, voice as stern as his. Arguing would be illogical, I wanted him to trust me, to speak to me but, "Let go, Dominic," He said quieter, but still loud enough for me to hear.

"Like hell."

I had to make him know that I wasn't going to back out of this. He tried getting his hand out from under my grip, but he couldn't. He had to have realised by then that I was serious. We kept staring at each other's eyes for a bit. I tried reading him as much as I could but got nothing. I had to be stubborn though. I had to because he was my brother-

"You're not really my sister so fuck off," he suddenly ordered which caught me off guard. He hurt me, and he knew that, he could see that.

"Let me go," he pleaded, softer and more tired tone used this time. Pain. There was pain in his eyes too.

I sighed and whether this was right or wrong I'm unsure but I let him go.