Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eleven

Chanize POV

I stared at him, trying to figure out his emotions... but I couldn't,

Was he angry?

"Precautions babes... Precautions," he kept his stares on me, placing his warm hands over mines, pushing back his shirt down.

Precautions?  Well I am terrified.

Against who? What was he involved in?

"Precautions 'gainst what?" I slipped from before him, walking towards my bed,

"Chanize, watch ya nuh..." he chuckled,

I didn't find it funny.

"You know me B, who me be.... so wei u think? Me cut... forward back and suddenly me a Christian?"  he hissed,

His voice became bland and horrific.

He is right, I thought...

I know who he is, and I know people didn't call him Young Don for a reason,

I should have know better.

"You know risky this be... me being right ya suh..."

Then why did you came?

"I..." I stuttered, "...I think you should go..." I looked away, sadness surrounded my heart,

Saying nothing, I heard him chuckle, followed by the sounds of my bedroom door.

He was gone.

Walking out in the hall, I sneaked up to the window, reaching for the curtains. I wanted to see him... to watch as he left... but something held me back, common sense maybe?

The same common sense I felt leaving my body when we almost kissed.

Forcing eyes close, I secured the door by twisting the additional locks, bolting the grill tight, before I ahead off to bed.

Why did I have to do that, I asked my self, laying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.

It isn't like I have never seen a gun before...
Apart from watching movies from the action genre, I actually haven't, but...

Apart of me is sad, and disappointed that I ruined such a beautiful moment.

Lost in thoughts my mind drifted into lust remember the roughness of his pants beneath my fingers and the aroussion behind his zipper,

Even I didn't realize it then, but it seem pretty... big

Smiling as I fell into slumber, I pushed the thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

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The sweet spices of curry chicken tickled my nostrils as I twisted and turned in bed, absorbing the aroma,

Mama.

Sitting up, I blinked a few times, not thinking... not off to some fantasy...
Just looking. And it's nothing to be alarmed about, that's just who I am... I need atleast five minutes to reset before interaction,

I wonder if it's just me?

Finally slipping out of bed, I bruised my teeth, slipped in my big t-shirt and boys shorts before heading into the kitchen.

Smiling, as I approached closer, hearing the low preaching on the radio,

A one ting, Jamaican parents ago play the gospel, and listen them favorite pastor on Saturdays and Sundays.