AUSTIN'S POV
BEATINGS. It was something I was accustomed to. Gang fights. Group fights. Random one on one fights. It was what I lived by.
Eye for an eye. Tooth for tooth. We had that motto among ourselves. Once, there was a time Andre had done something to upset us as a team. We could have talked it out as normal friends would, but we didn't roll that way.
Through beatings. That's how we talked. And instead of making us enemies, it made us stronger. Quite the twisted ideology, right?
So it was no surprise to me when Martins decided to punch me square in the face first thing when he saw me. I was expecting it. But that didn't mean I would let myself go down without a fight.
And now, the two of us stood, panting, breathless, with few bruises here and there. A grin walked to my lips when
