"I've been out here, I'm grinding
In the midst of the violence
You making decisions
But they only for profit
You don't know what's real
You trading your soul just to make the dinero
So today I'm the villain
'Bout to send a uppercut to your heroes
Your money don't mean nothing
The rich and the poor got the same fate
The whole world's on a blind date
Sinner and saint"Tommee Profitt—"Sinner & Saint"
She wouldn't answer the intercom system the first time he showed up.
Damian Anderson stood in front of the multi-million-dollar mansion and waited for Mary Anne Creed to either curse him out or send her private security down to shoo him away. Three days after that, he stood there and gave his story about being friends with Adonis from way back. From her security cameras, she took one look at his threadbare sweat pants, worn-down trainers, and the black ankle monitor on his right leg and told him to get the hell on and stay away from her property. Threats of having him hauled off by force echoed onto his back as he shuffled away, not wanting to cause a scene or mess up his probation. Returning to the halfway house they placed him in near downtown L.A., he was grateful to find an unused bus transfer he could use to get back there again.
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Sinner & Saint (Creed III Fic)
FanfictionDamian Anderson returns to the streets of Los Angeles after being released from a long prison bid. Determined to land back on his feet, he seeks a second chance at life through boxing by showing up at the famous Delphi Boxing Academy to collect on a...