Mr Gorgeous

Chapter 10

POV: Analia

"An underground fighting ring...??" I question.

"I am the owner of it and rich people pay to come see people fight against each other. They place bets and whoever wins the fight gets 80 percent of the profit."

All that I'm hearing while he's is talking is that i get 80 percent of the profit.

Money by Cardi b plays in my head on repeat.

"I'm in." I say.

"What no she could get seriously hurt and there's a lot of dangerous people that go there."

"Everest you fought for me before and you loved it. Isn't the money you got from fighting in the underground ring why you even have this gym today??"

Wait what?? The straight edged no funny business Everest fought in an underground fighting ring??

That's comical.

I start snickering.

They both turn to look at me while I try and compose myself. "I-I'm sorry but I just cant imagine you doing anything like that. Y-You living on the wild side would be something I would pay to see."

He gives me a flat look. "Do you even know what you would be getting yourself into Analia??"

"No but I know that I need that money. If the people who show up to bet are anywhere near as wealthy as Ray over there then it doesn't even matter. As long as the kids stay safe then count me in."

With a sour look on his face he says "Analia I could give you money."

"No no no, You know me well enough to know that would never take any money from you or anybody else and even if I did take your money what would you do pay my bills forever?? No I need to get the money myself."

he sighs. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm a big girl a few sticks and stones wont break my bones and you'll just need to train me more so that wont happen."

"Fine." He relents albeit reluctantly.

"Great just give me your phone number so I can send you the time and place where the fights will start and just show up when you can. We have fights every Thursday and Sunday but never in the same place or time so be prepared to travel. You'll also need to bring your gloves and a good outfit to impress the crowd. They choose the newcomers name after a fight so wear something that you want to represent yourself."

I give him my number and he leaves me and Everest alone.

"This is quite a lot to take in..." I say.

"We are gonna have to teach you some more because the people in that ring will show you no mercy."

I'm not really scared of getting my shit punched because I'm used to it.

"Alright then grandpa teach away."

We spend hours doing just that. When I finally get home with the kids I'm about ready to leave them to take care of themselves.

"I'M HUNGWY." Leo complains.

Ugh these little shits are always hungry.

"¿Que quieres comer?" I try to talk to them in Spanish so they can learn and be bilingual. Translation: What do you want to eat?

"Ummm..." he taps his little chin with his pointer finger while thinking.

"I want some chickwen." of course he does that's all he ever asks for.

"YAY CHICKWEN!!!" Lila screams while she all the sudden tackles Leo. They start to play fight and I don't stop them because its pretty hilarious. Something about little kids fighting each other just makes me die of laughter.

Or is that just me...

Anyways while they do that I go and start to cook them some chicken wings, Velveeta shells, and broccoli. I actually have no problem getting them to eat their vegetables which is a relief.

While I'm cooking Lila struggles to climb into the stool by the island. When she finally gets on it she faces me and says "Why don't I have a daddy??"

My eyes go wide because I have no clue what to tell her. I ignore her and keep cooking praying that her two year old attention span will focus on something else and forget about it.

No such luck.

"Mama??"

Shit.

"Umm because y-your dad wasn't prepared or qualified to have kids. Not everyone is meant to be parents."

"But why wasn't he pwapared."

Why must I have the smartest two year olds on the planet?? Where did she even learn to ask these questions.

"Well...because he wasn't a good person."

"oh...well is da fwood almost done??"

Phew. "Yep I just finished." I go get Leo and set them both at the table to eat.

Those hungry ass goblins devour that shit before I even finish making my own plate and then ask for seconds...

Once I make them another plate I finally get to sit down and eat my own.

After we all finish eating i take them a bath and put them to bed.

I wobble my way to the shower because my legs are still sore and get ready for bed.

I feel extra exhausted today so i think i might actually manage to get some sleep.

I plop down into bed and before i even hit the pillow I fall asleep.

I wake up Sunday morning feeling well rested and way more you know...alive. I realize that we need to go grocery shopping because we don't got shit in our fridge and get me and the kids ready.

As we are walking down the isle a cute guy who looks about my age approaches us.

"Hey could i maybe get your number?? My names Ace and I go to school with you but we never talked before."

Oh yea now that he's mentioned it i remember him as one of the popular jocks and i haven't heard anything but goods things about him so i say sure.

As I'm writing my number in his phone Leo says "Mama i gotta pwee."

Ace turns his head to Lila and Leo in the cart with wide eyes.

"Y-you have k-kids??"

"Oh no they are just my-" before in have the time to finish my sentence he's snatched the phone out of my hand and ran away.

I gape at his retreating figure.

I'm going to need to get them to stop calling me mama because its becoming a major cock block.

But he's still an asshole for just running away. So what if i was a teen mom and these were my kids??

Fucking thundercunt.

We continue on shopping and after i get home and put up the groceries Sienna calls me and asks if i could come over for dinner.

Of course i agree because why would i use the food i have here if i could just eat theirs??

I get there and while we are all eating and having a good time i get a text.

Ray 6:32: Be at 8126 Race Street Grove City today at 8:30.

Oh shit.

I guess its time for me to get that bread.