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...
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Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su Que Night Club Shoreditch, UK
I followed her as she walked away from me. I reached out to grab her elbow, and pulled her into the maintenance closet next to the stairs to exit out the back.
"Let me out." She reached for the door but stopped once she saw my hand was still on the doorknob.
"Relax-" I began.
"Listen to me, you told me if I never said anything to anyone about what happened back then you'd leave me alone. I haven't said anything-" She began to ramble, it was the most I'd ever heard her voice.
"I'm not here for you." I clarified before she went any further.
"So why this club of all the clubs there are. What made you choose this one?" She crossed her arms.
I was at no liberty to discuss my business with her. She didn't need to know, all she needed to know was she shouldn't be here when shit broke out.
"I can't tell you." And even that felt too much, why the fuck was I being so nice to her.
"So then stop popping up Cench. I swear I never want to fucking see your face again.-" She huffed.
Out of reflex to the disrespect, my hand wrapped around her throat. It took everything in my not to squeeze harder than I already was. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath while loosening my grip but still holding her.
"Killian you are testing all of my fucking patience, you know. Let's be clear I don't give a shit about you, Wadz does. As far as you shaking your ass for every man in my fucking team, we love doing charity work. So I'll say it again, don't fucking come here. Or we can know each other again." This time I squeezed. "You know I like to play games, Killian."
"I hate you." She rasped. "You are fucking scum." She could barely speak, and she was going to use her last bit of air to let me know I wasn't shit.
I wanted her to. It sent goosebumps throughout my body.
"You and half of England share the same sentiment. Now leave." I let her go and opened the door. She didn't move though, she looked at me menacingly.
Those cloudy beach eyes making my whole body hot, so I nudged her towards the door her before I did something I'd regret.
"Andy, Hal's gunna kill you for running off like that, you better have a good excu-?" The bubbly girl who touched me the last time came running down the stairs. We both turned to look at her.
"Yea," She smiled at the girl, before wrapping her arm around my torso and pulling me into her. "Just needed some privacy. Isn't that right babe." She looks up at me, those cherry red lips so perfectly plump.
"Yea." I put my arm around her shoulder. The girl gave us a look, and Killian pulled me out of the closet.
"Oop okay." The girl mumbled, backing up the stairs.
