un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
AUTHORS NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ANY LYRICS USED IN THIS BOOK. ALL CREDITS TO CENTRAL CEE, HIS TEAM, AND PRODUCTION. LYRICS ARE SIMPLY USED BECAUSE THEY FIT THE SITUATION AT HAND.
And and I'm also not giving y'all warnings as to sexual scenes ahead, it's a dark romance the sex will be thriving from here on out. Sooooo SEX OR SEXUAL SITUATIONS AHEAD.
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su West London, UK Six Months Later
The padded hands came at me fast, I ducked popping back up hitting the pads with my left and right hand. Two shots to my stomach stung my abdomen, sweat dripped from my face. Two more hits to the abdomen as the instructor kicked me, I kept a steady stance ready for whatever else he had in mind.
"One more Cench." A2 hyped me up as he clapped outside of the ring. My hands went back up to cover my face, and I backed away as the instructor moved around the ring and I followed his moves. I saw his hands coming, left, right, duck, I deliver three blows to his body. He steps back seeing I'm fully in my zone, lifting his hand he saw my next move. My leg lifted and I kicked into the pad he had on his hand.
The gang around me clapped, and the instructor Johnny took his mouth guard and helmet off as he chuckled. "You getting good you know." Taking off my gloves I gave him a handshake and took a seat in the corner.
I grabbed the water bottle, and gulped down the cold liquid. "Meet me at my place." I say to Wadz as I grab my bag and left the gym. Making my way home my personal cell rang in the car system.
"Shit!" I hit the steering wheel, I was suppose to visit my mom and my brothers today.
"Hello?" I answer carefully, not to upset her.
"Oakley!" She shouts and her voice screeches through the G-Wagon speakers.
"Yes Mumsy?" I flinch at her voice.
"You, Walid, and Anthony had my son around guns?!" I frowned, because I knew I shouldn't have taken him along to scare Killian way back when.
"No?" I tried to sound convincing, I was sometimes scared of my mother before I was scared of any officer, any judge, and jury.
"You bloody little shit! Oakley what happened when you were sixteen?! You want the same thing for your brother? I won't tolerate this shit a second time around." She huffed into the phone, it was best that I didn't interrupt. The fact she brought up kicking me out of the house stung like lime in a wound. My mom wouldn't be my mom if she didn't take a nasty jab.
"No ma'am." Grumbling I took the exit, and sped up the exit ramp to get to the house quicker. The engine revved as I sped home.
"Stop fucking speeding Oakley! For Christ sake." The tiny woman probably paced her room, and I silently cursed myself. Seeing my condo building less than a mile away I decided to wrap the call up.
