Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Thirty-Two

AN: Long updated..

Niall's POV

"James, are you even listening to me?" I slapped my brother's arm to get his attention.

"To be honest, no. I'm sick of hearing you complain about missing Addison." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Then you didn't hear what I just said? About..fighting?" I looked around to make sure no one was watching.

"What? No?"

"I want out. I want to break free from my contract with Tyler. I want to be with Addison, but I doubt that will ever happen again with the way I treated her." I admitted, drinking Powerade from my bottle.

"You want out? If only it was that simple." James scoffed.

"What the hell do you mean, "If only"? What do I have to do to get out of this?" I furrowed my brows.

"You don't remember Tyler telling us this bit a long time ago, do you?"

I shook my head.

"In order to break free, you have to prove yourself. Tyler gets a few of his toughest men, the ones who broke out already or other opponents from old matches, to come and beat the shit out of you. There's also not as many rules for them. They can't bring guns but they can bring knives. Not to stab, but to cut. They bring you to near death, Niall. And you can't fight back."

Damn, how the hell am I suppose to remember all that?

"So they're going to try to kill me? But not actually kill me?" I blinked and he nodded. "Shit."

"As annoying as you can be, I don't want to lose you. Is Addison really worth nearly dying over?" My brother admitted.

Awe, the little shit actually does care for me.

"I've gotten cut with a few knives in fights before. Y'know the matches that had to stop for not following the rules? I think I can handle it." I shrugged.

"Can you handle men taller than six foot beating you with their hands and feet?"

"I guess we won't know till I try."

"You're fucking crazy, Niall. I'm not letting you die. We're the Terrible Two. If you die, what am I in the business of street fighting?" He stood to tower over me.

"James, I'm so sick of pretending to be semi-interested in other girls. If nearly dying brings me one step closer to get my girl back, then so be it. Just come and be there for me. If I'm in that bad of shape in the end, take me to the hospital. Tell them I was mugged. I'm calling Tyler to meet up with him later to talk about this. You can try to stop me, but it won't work." I stood, pushing past him as I headed to my car with my gym bag and phone.

Once I was inside my car with the door closed, I pulled out my phone. I went down my contact list and called Tyler.

"What is it, Horan?" He spoke as soon as he answered the phone.

"Can we meet somewhere? I need to have a word with you." I gulped.

"Sure, I'm just down the street from your school at a video store. Meet me here."

It was weird hearing him do normal things. Even weirder to find out he was at an "adult" video store.

Hold down your vomit, Niall. Don't think about that.

"I'll be there in ten." I told him, hanging up my phone and throwing it in the passenger side.

Eleven minutes later, I pulled into the spot next to Tyler's new black Escalade.