After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Three weeks later. Clubhouse.
Saturday. Beautiful outside — sun kissin' everything it touched.
And where was I? In the damn gym. Sweatin’, swingin’, and wishin’ I was anywhere but here.
Combat training. My least favorite shit on the schedule. I ain't even gon’ lie — I hated this part. Every time I finish a session, my body feel like it got jumped and left for dead. My thighs be screamin’, arms feel like noodles, and I’m good for nothin’ the rest of the day but layin’ down.
Only reason I ain’t complainin’ loud today? Mason was trainin’ me. He don’t go as hard. Today was light work — just the bag. He let me move at my own pace.
Unlike Zeus.
Zeus treat me like I’m tryna get into the fuckin’ Marines. He don’t care if I’m tired, bleedin’, or about to pass out. He push and push and push. Nothing ever enough. Just like Charles.
“Try puttin’ a lil more weight when you swing with your left,” Mason said, watchin’ my form.
I nodded, breathin' through it, then landed the hit.
“Good job, you gettin’ better,” he said, all chill.
“Ay, don’t lie to her.”
I ain’t even gotta look to know who that voice belonged to. Zeus strolled in like he owned the place — shirt half off, smoke trailin’ behind him like he was part storm cloud.
“Fuck you,” I muttered, eyes rollin’ so far back they almost stayed.
He passed the blunt to Mason like it was a peace offering. “Don’t get mad at me ‘cause your ass weak.”
“I’m not doin’ this,” I said, already takin’ the gloves off.
“Put ‘em back on,” he said, step closer like he dared me to say no.
“No. Move.” I shoved his chest.
He ain’t move. Not one damn inch.
“And if I don’t?” he asked, calm as ever, before takin’ his shirt completely off. Chest gleamin’. Tattoos flexin'. Trouble.
“Zeus, I don’t have ti—”
Before I could finish, he snatched me up. Real quick. Turned me ‘round so my back pressed up against his chest. Arms pinned between his.
