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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Trigger warning; depressive episode ahead. Please do not read this if you are easily triggered.
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su West London, UK One weeks later
Killian did not wake up on her second night back.
Her newest diagnosis; comatose.
"Boss, the east is completely wiped. Like they just left it." Boone says into the phone.
"Fucking find them. And when you fucking find them bring them to me. I'm going to make those bitches eat as much dick as they suck!-"
"Boss how-"
"I don't give a fuck how you do it, do it. If not I'll beat the shit out of you yea. And Boone you know I keep my word." I hung up, angry wasn't even the fucking word.
The amount of money it took for me to cover this whole thing up, cost me a small house but I didn't need the questions. Killian just needed to be fixed, so she could go back to where ever the fuck she came from.
I needed to be in my meetings, and keeping an eyes on shipments, expanding the empire. Instead I was babysitting some girl that became a vegetable off of MDMA. Stone had pumped her full of it keeping her docile enough to do whatever he did.
It's been a week and she hasn't woken up, I fucking knew Wadz would stick me with her. She wasn't my fucking responsibility. Ameena never pulled through due to school, and he still couldn't keep her. I found a hospital corrupt yet good enough to take care of her.
I got tired of pacing the hallway outside of her room, and went to take a seat in the room with her. Sighing I rubbed my forehead. "I want you to know I didn't sign up for this, I shouldn't fucking be here. You aren't my responsibility, you've been a bigger pain in my ass than the international conversion rate." I muttered bitterly, resentment building in me. I don't like her.
I took in her still figure once more, wires hung from her. She had a tube up her nose, and IV bags hung around her constantly. The incessant beeping of her machine, started to send me into a further rage. My leg bounced in aggravation, and I sat hunched over my elbows on my knees with my head in my hands.
Her finger moved, and I sat up. Her fucking finger moved, and that was the most movement all week besides the seizure the night she was brought by Wadz. Then back to nothing as before, half a step forward and then stagnation.
I eased back into the seat and rested my head on my hand, and closed my eyes.
Hours later I woke up in a dark room, and the sound of choking. My eyes shot open and they landed on a confused Killian with a scared expression on her face and pulling at the tube in her nose. I got up and ran out of the room for a nurse, I resorted to standing outside while they went back in to assist.
