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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A/N: Y'all see daddy looking like a true yardie. Standing next to my favorite flowerrrrr, if he was a Jamaican dish I would definitely say Curry Goat and White rice with Plantain cause it's my fave.
Don't you dare say Ackee & Saltfish.
Mention of deportation; if you are easily triggered by such material feel free to skip.
**Chapter playlist** Drake - Search & Rescue Mavado - Come into my room
Killian Rubis Andrade New York, NY One week later
"Delivery!" A knock at the door drew my attention away from work. I was in the middle of adding up the expenses for a club called Starlets, Live Yourz had acquired. Wadz had just wired me the money to pay for expenses.
"One minute!" I called out, and went to answer the door as Sirius ran up to me following as I walked to the door. I pet his head as he ran next to me.
I placed the chain lock on the door and opened it slightly, a large bouquet of flowers and large box. Opening the door fully I took the packages and set them on the counter. I didn't order anything, but I pulled the card from the red and pink tulips.
My favorite Jamaican ting innit. - O
I rolled my eyes with a smirk as the large black box took up space on my island. The matte black box with the black ribbon on it made me very curious and nervous as to what was inside. I pulled the bow and the box fell open, moss green tissue paper decorated the inside of the box and another card sat on top of the tissue paper.
I removed the card and then the tissue paper. My cheeks burned as I blushed at the contents of the box. In one section neatly tucked away was a Chrome Hearts one piece bath suit with midriff cut out, I once mentioned it was cute back in London. On the other side of the box was a black Dior mini lady bag, I also once mentioned was super cute. At the bottom corner was the black Hermes Oran sandals, and opposite that was a bundle of some type of fabric. I pulled it out of the box and it was a long mesh-marina dress, in forest green.
I opened the card and there was an American Express black card with my name on it.
"What the fuck." I mutter in disbelief picking up the phone. Clicking his contact he answered on the first ring, "Princess." The way the word rolled off his tongue was enough to make me drop to my knees.
"Oakley I just received a box with a card."
"Okay. So?" His tone was so casual, like giving someone your AMEX was regular.
"Okay so? What's all of this for?" I laughed still in shock, because this was a regular Monday. It wasn't my birthday or anything.
"The team is going to Jamaica on business, Ameena is going so you're coming as well. I remember you mentioned the bathe suit and the purse. The other stuff I just want to see you in." I choked at his last sentence, and just slowly nodded.
