Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Eleven

Dedicated to @chertbh because I would've stopped writing this story if she didn't push me to write and update!

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Niall's POV

"What the hell does he want at this time of the day? My fights not even till later." My tone was angry as my brother drove. 

"I don't know, he said it's important." James shrugged.

"You didn't tell him about Addison, did you? James I swear to mother fuc-"

"Niall, shut up. I didn't tell him anything, I don't know what the hell he wants. He just called and said he wants to meet with both of us, calm down." James pounded the brakes when the light turned red.

"Easy there steel-foot." I groaned, massaging my neck. 

We pulled into an alley and drove all the way to the back, getting out of his car and walking up to the door of the abandoned building where all the "office" works of street fighting takes place. 

We knocked on the door three times in a secret pattern so they knew it was us, the door opened quickly and we stepped in.

"Boys, great to see you." Tyler welcomed us, motioning for us to take a seat. 

We sat in the two chairs in front of him, his two "body guards" stood by the door we came in. 

"Hey, you don't have as much metal in your face today." Tyler pointed at me and I blinked. 

"Oh yeah, I got a nasty cut from the last fight so I decided to just take it out." I admitted.

"Good choice. Maybe you'll get rid of the eyebrow shit too." Tyler motioned his pen on his eyebrow.

Maybe I will.

"Anyway, I'm sure you're confused as to why I bought you two in today. I think we need to reenforce the rules around here. Just in case you forgot." He stared at us before smiling wickedly. 

"Boys, what's rule number one?" 

"Rule one; no friends, family, lovers or girlfriends, allowed around the business. Unless of course, your family member is part of it too." James recited, looking at me at the last part. 

"Not bad." Tyler nodded his head, "Rule two?"

Tyler looked at me and that meant it was my turn to answer.

"Rule two; no distractions, full focus. What we do is very serious and can cost us everything. Focus is everything."

"Good. You two are worth a lot and also cost a lot. Focus is everything." Tyler emphasized the 'is'.

"Rule three?" He challenged. 

"No heavy drinking on the days or nights before a fight. We have to know what we're doing to win." James nodded. 

"Rule four?"

My turn again. 

"Stay in shape. Which means to train at least twice a day, no slacking." I kept eye contact with Tyler. 

"Good, good. Now what's the last but most important rule?"

"What happens in these allies, stays in the allies." James and I recited in unison. 

"Great, that means no speaking about it in public. Last thing I need is a police raid and to be thrown in jail." Tyler crossed his arms, "Niall, I expect you to win this fight tonight." 

I looked up, "Of course."

"James, you better win the one tomorrow night." 

"I know I will." James assured.