Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter four

Dwayne POV

"Glad fi see you back in a the place enuh me G," a middle-aged man chuckled as we knocked fist,

"Cool no elder," I smiled,

"Feels good to be back," I wasn't pleased with having some many persons in my home and my mothers knew that.

I understand how she felt. Because the last time we saw each other I was trembling in her arms with blood splattered all over my shirt. A lot of things went down that night, police raided the area in unmarked vehicles and we thought it was men from Lease land. I lost a lot of good men that night, some died, some left the parish, but I left the country... I had to, or else I would have been killed too. But there is nothing for me in America, the way how I know how to make money in Jamaica doesn't work there, every man to themselves and every man was protected. But it didn't take long for me to learn the secrets of the land, if you to make money, you have two choices, be a pimp... or a drugs cartel, and I made my choice. No longer was I the young fool who craved blood and vengeance, now I want more money... lots more. After a few years, I earned my spot in the business, I was running the biggest drugs ring in New York, I finished the house, added on to it, and I am now looking to open a couple of businesses out here, starting with a charity event next week. A man might I am a fool for returning to Jamaica, but I have already conquered a few states now I need a whole island for myself. At the end of the day, the prime minister cant run thing like how I can, I am from the streets, I know how to bring peace,

"Bloodclaat," I heard a voice behind me, "The man deep in meditation eno,"

Gunbag.

"Bumboclaat," I laughed, knocking our fists together, "Dwag you not even know how me happy fi see you,"

And I was happy to see him, it had been a long time... years.

"News gets around enuh," Gun bag laughed, my eyes landed on the backpack on his back,

"Somethings no change eh?" my mind drifted in memories, remembering times he would transport weapons for me.

"No man..." he laughed, "CD me sell now,"

"How life?" I fold my hands looking at him,

"Well..." he looked around, probably remembering the house from before, "Life alright... no as nice as this, but... me govan,"

Saying nothing I smirked, knowing the changes that were about to happen, and I want to Gunbag to rule alongside me,

"No worry you self, me and you a go fi a drive later,"

Nodding, Gunbag's eyes shifted, mine followed as well.

Looking around, giggling with a group of girls. Among them was a light skinned girl, her face was filled with irritating acnes, but still, she was... alright.

"A who that?" I whispered as my eyes traveled all over her body, adoring how her tights exposed the right things, "The browning..." I mumbled, know that is not even her real complexion,

"You no member deh gyal deh... from the lane mouth man," Gunbag hissed, "You probably na go member still, back then she did black and nice mon... nah have on so much weight either,"

"Gunbag... all me ask fah adi B name,"

"Keisha..." he sounded annoyed,

"A wa happened?" I glared at him,

"Nothing... just that..." he paused,

"What?"

"Me fuck that already dwag... infact every man bout ya suppose to knock it already,"