Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Fourteen

Dwayne POV

"Hello, Samuel Johnson..." Gunbag held his phone close to his ear, "Congratulations on winning  one million dollar in cash and prizes, including a 2021 Benz,"

If deh white bwoy deh fall fi that him deserve it enuh, Gunbag can't even speak fluently...

"I can assure you this is not a scam sir, your name was selected from a raffle... hello? Sir are you still on the line?"

Me would a hang up to

"Gunbag you chop with the 90's style mon... try the flip cash," I stared at my phone, instantly annoyed,

Keisha.

From lastnight she no stop text down me phone,

"Wa gwan?"

"Ano nothing man... just a little misunderstanding between me and a one B,"

"Who Keisha... or Chanize?" He grinned,

Watse man.

Shifting my mind to last night's, I smiled. Thinking about her soft skin, her perfect body, her essence, and even though I have had her... I craved more.

Strange

The car sex was amazing, top of the list but I wanted to fuck her some one more convenient where I can really let her feel all of me.

"Morning," I heard my mother spoke as she approached us,

Thank God... me can't take Gunbag style.

"Morning Mum,"

"Morning Ms. Rose," Gunbag spoke with hesitancy,

"Hmm... then uno couldn't mek me little breakfast?"

"You just a wake?"

"Hmm... was worried bout you mon...especially after parking in the yard so long last night... then you drive out back,"

Fuck.

"Eeeh?" Gunbag chuckled, "So you see nothing... nothing suspicious me mean, you know we afi keep the boss safe," he acted as if he didn't already figured it out,

Pussy... don't encourage her.

"Nothing much... just wah head a hair,"

Alright... that's enough.

"Me ago mek a call," I stood from the sofa, leaving them both in the room

Me not even care if them wa nyam off each other head at this point.

Stepping outside, I decided to be the one to call first, it wasn't me but I am sure I told her to text me last night and she didn't,

See why me wah fuck her some wei more convenient?

She needs discipline.

Scrolling, I searched through my contacts for Her🍆, double tapping on the calling icon,

Why the fuck me so nervous? A one gyal enuh

Pressing the phone against my ear listening to the other line...

"Wa you want?"

Wa that fah?

"Know me tell you fi text me lastnight, but you didn't... why?"

"Fuck you, Dwayne... fuck you," the line went dead.

Now I am not the kind of man to take disrespect, or calls a woman's phone twice, but popping up at their house?