Water and Desert

2-Let the Game begin

"Yayyyyyyy!!! My Lion"

Zayn gave him a high five as Shawn got off from his ride and removed the helmet. He hugged him tightly giving him a pat on the back. It wasn't something new for them, infact whenever Shawn won the race they always shared that joyful moment. They uncapped the champagne bottle and let the liquid fly in the air, half pouring on Shawn's shoulder, slipping through his leather jacket which was still zipped up to his neck. They were chugging the champagne while witnessing the view of Mathew put on a stretcher, wheezing in pain getting into the car.

"You hit him harder than he did to you." Zayn made an unpleasant face.

"I always return the favour making it double." Shawn replied looking away filling his mouth with liquid. "Anyways  where's the guy who was gonna give me my money."

As soon as he said those words a jacked man in black suit appeared in front of him.

"Boss is waiting for you in the van." He said.

"Look think of a devil and devil is here.....let's go Shawn." Zayn moved but the black suited man put his arm in front of him.

"Not you..just Mr.Mendes" He said like a robot.

"Wha-"

Before zayn would speak anything, Shawn cut him off.

"It's ok Zayn..I'll deal with it don't worry."

Shawn unzipped his jacket removing it from his shoulders, revealing a navy blue sleeveless T-shirt which exposed his perfect arms. He handed zayn his jacket and then turned to the Man.

"Tell your boss, I'll be there in 10 minutes so keep his money in check not in cheque coz I only accept cash."
He declared moving towards washrooms. Zayn stood there waiting for him till Shawn returned looking absolutely fresh with his hair set in curly waves. He put his sunglasses on, walking towards him, moving his one hand in his curls.

"Get my bike back to my apartment, I'll meet you there." He threw his keys towards Zayn.
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"Was this a prank? You guys...What the hell man." Shawn laughed to himself spreading his hands forward.

"Prank...You wish." The tall well built man in his early 50s laughed with him. His beard and hair were white but he was fit, looked atleast 5 years younger than his real age. His grey dress shirt was stretched over his chest muscles.

Paul John Batman was his guru, his boxing trainer, his mentor and infact his everything. He taught him not only to be a good boxer but how to be a great human too. Shawn was a little 13 year old boy when he got picked up from shelter home in Montreal to go with Paul to Toronto for training. He gave him his purpose of life and he took the oath to fight the evil.

"They need you." Paul straightened his back against the seat of a van in which they were sitting.

"Can you stop the van, I gotta leave." Shawn told driver suddenly pausing his laugh and getting serious.

"Keep going." Paul interrupted him and ordered the driver.

"I'm not doing it anymore." Shawn declared.

Paul sighed at his answer "Do you remember your first lesson, Shawn?" He said calmly.

"How can I not..you gave me that shit of paper and told me to punch a hole in it with my fist." Shawn chuckled.

"And you did punch a hole in that shit." Paul leaned a little forward on his seat.

"After a desperate attempt of whole week." Shawn said lifting his eyebrows.