Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Two

Chanize POV

4 years later

"Ms. Adamson... Ms. Adamson," I heard one of my brand advocates kept repeating my name,

"Is everything alright Ms?"

"Yes, Tiana," I cleared my throat as I shifted in my watching her standing at my office doorway. Nine years ago Covid 19 broke out when I was just 17 years old, now I am 23 and we are still picking up the pieces. But a lot has changed since then, I went to Pre-UWI for two years, but I couldn't afford to attend the real deal, lucky for me, I was able to secure a few CAPES and now I am one of the many outstanding Team Leads at a well-known call center in Portmore, and I have been working here little over two years,

"How can I help you?" I swallowed hard

"My system froze,"

"Ok, have you tried restarting?" I began to tap on my laptop keys,

"Yes, I did,"

"Alright go back to your station, log to system down and look out for a email with further instructions, I will escalate this to IT team,"

"Ok I will," she ambled away.

Seeing an unread email from Flow, I clicked on it, it was the internet bill for this month, $6483. It wasn't so bad since I am working but when I signed up they had up $4999 on their Instagram page,

"Uno fi tell the people them seh a six grand," I hissed my teeth as I opened my online banking app, "Bou 4999... slow like slug,"

"Ms. Adamson," I hear a light knock on my door,

"Yes," I cleared my throat, "Come."

Pushing the door forward, The lunch lady stepped inside my office,

"You don't want anything today? I realized that you did send for lunch,"

"It's lunchtime already? I didn't even notice. Yes, send up a cheese patty and a pepsi for me, Ms. Magarette, thanks for checking in on me,"

"That alright Ms. Adamson... I know how you young people are sometimes," she chuckled, "Get so caught up in the work that you forget to eat sometimes,"

"Indeed," I smiled watching her leave.

The rest of the day went smoothly, now it was time to go home and I was nervous, I work in a dangerous city, and going home in the evenings can be nerve-racking, especially being a woman who is traveling alone.

"Kingston... Kington," the taxi men on the side yelled, but I was going that way. I had to get into Spanish town in order for me to get home, March Pen. I never moved, I did what I promised and finished the house after only a year, Now my grandmother and I share a four-bedroom house together,

"Spanish town my girl?" A middle-aged man walked up to me. I don't remember seeing him as a regular out here, or was it my paranoia emerging, the blue medical mask he wore over his nose and mouth made it difficult to recognize him,

"Yeah," I mumbled, adjusting the mask straps behind my ears, as I walked towards the white plate taxi,

Red fucking flag already, my thoughts screamed in my head.

"One and ready... Two and move," he pointed at the probox behind him.

Walking towards it, I opened the passenger side, slipping my backside against the worn leather seat, realizing I was alone.

"What a fucker lie, after nuh body no in ya," I grumbled under my breath, "Then again... which taxi man nuh lie."

A few minutes passed, and I saw him hurry a woman towards his car, she had a baby on her shoulders and another child clutching onto her fingers. Finally, I can relax, another female occupant was about to board the taxi, But could I? the heart of men goes far beyond darkness, and they had no mercy for neither women nor children,