CHAPTER 4

Summer break came along and it was decided it was about time that we made our appearance match our charisma. The process would be long and hard but we were up to the challenge.

Since the living conditions in our so called home was based on survival for the fittest, we used the money acquired from our small dealing to make sure that I was fed for the day and had all the required nutrition for a proper body growth.

We made it a point to go to the gym thrice a week. On days that we could not keep up with people's bullshit attitudes, which would lead to us being thrown out of the house acted as an additional gym day.

within three weeks of hell we were proud of ourselves. The results were pleasing we may not have acquired our dream body yet but the few definition of muscles were visible and it was pleasing just touching my body and felling more flesh than bones.

on days that I was left alone at home for weeks with no ends we joined a group of people who offered to teach us a few fighting skills so as to join an illegal underground fighting in return they get fifty percent of the earning.

If you're wondering how did i know it was illegal and why did I still join it? The answer to the first, involved the couple of times we had to run from the cops and how the organization seemed to frequently change their location every time out of the blues . Some greedy ass cop got bribed not with just a small amount but fat cash so as to act as look out incase of anything. It did cost the owners a lot but not as much as it would cost if they got caught since the activity include a couple of minors and death was not an uncommon occurrence.

And for why I still joined them when I knew it was illegal was why not? I just didn't give a damn about anything in life anymore and what did I have to lose? a lousy family or crappy friends that I wanted dead as soon as I got a chance? with all the changes that happened I was surprised to notice that I had quite a handsome face which Dragoshi couldn't stop admiring. He still hasn't up to date.

We did get our face bruised more than once when the opponent was too intense or the fight went out of control which seemed to happen a lot mostly on big nights. And it didn't not make Dragoshi the least happy about it. Thanos didn't seem too concerned about it that's why he knew to step back and let Dragoshi take charge coz an injury to the face meant it had gotten personal and someone was gonna pay with their blood.

That's why it wasn't a surprise when Dragoshi was the one who had sent more people to the ER in critical condition than either Thanos or me. He sometimes had to be pulled of someone coz he was minutes away from killing them. Thanos never intervened coz apparently it was funny and entertaining to watch his brother lose his shit and go on a rampage.

At first, Dragoshi's' actions, scared the crap out of me. It was my first time seeing a man half dead and knowing I was responsible for it or rather participated in it. It did not settle well with my stomach and I found it impossible to hold food down for a hole week. I was ashamed since I felt like I was a disappointment to the only people

I ever wanted their approval from.

It took me by surprise that they sympathised with me and gave me time to come around the fact that that's what we are and it ain't gonna change anytime soon. With time I got used to it and at times they would let me take part in various fights and when I got more confident I would personally inflict the damages and for ones I understood why Thanos and Dragoshi took pleasure in violence and distraction.

The underground fights got bigger and more violent and we grew with it since it meant more money. The more we took part in those bloody affairs the more our desires and urges grew. On days that we were not scheduled for a fight started to feel like torture. We would spend the whole day pacing around my room and when it wasn't enough we went for a run through the beautiful woods that led to the outskirts.

On some days we would go out looking for trouble. The so called wise men once said don't trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you but we were tried of seating on our ass and wait for things to unravel by themselves. The possibility of people willing crossing our line was minimal since they knew their place. So thats why we took it upon ourselves to give them abit of motivation and push.

It only took small several shoves and a few insults to get a fight started most of the time we got the upper hand and other times that we were so not lucky we ended up with few injuries such as broken arm or rib. On days like those I was thankful I didn't have caring parents since explaining how you either got home with broken bones or bloodied clothes was a conversation we were not willing to per take in.

in the middle of the summer holiday we did happen to get a text from an unknown number. well more like Thanos did. We had just gotten from a night fight and brought home a huge amount of cash from our win which seemed to be happening lately. We were getting pretty good at it.

Thanos picked up the phone thinking it's one of our clients making a late oder on some drugs but the "Hi Alex" text displayed on the screen stated otherwise. None of our clients knew our names maybe a few but they knew not to address us using it. "Who is this" Thanos replied we were all curious at that point. Nobody that I personally knew except my fighting manager Rico and his boyfriend Pepe called me Alex but we never texted just called. They are the only people who gave a shit about me even though they dared not say it out loud.

"It's Derick" the reply came. Thanos lip's twitched in a smile " it's about time" he stated his voice filled with mischief and anticipation.