Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chanize POV

Pacing back and forth in the emergency waiting area, people there waited as well, they didn't even tend to care about the blood-stained t-shirt i had on, guess they have seen worse. Spanish Town Hospital is known for how poorly they treated patients, but i have been over here a few times my self and it has honestly improved... sort of.

The police already took my statement and they also took Ms. Rose, and as far as my understanding goes, they also have the gun Dwayne used to defend him self, 

God, I hope it is legal.

"Look how mi warn Dwayne," Ms. Rose rocked, sobbing into praying hands, her face was wet from tears, "Me warn him... me tell him no fi come a Jamaica.... God don't take me one son... please"

Shit

"Hey," I stooped down next to her, "It will be ok, I promise," I took her hand,

Poor woman, I thought... here I am thinking that I am the only one who loves him... I froze, pulling back my thoughts word by word, replaying it slowly in the back of my head, 

The only one who loves him

Does that mean... I love him?

"Relatives for a Dwayne..."

"Here!" Dwayne's mother and I shouted in a unison,

"Have some good news ladies," the doctor walked off, "Lucky for Dwayne, the bullet flew through him, would have done more damage if it stay in,"

"Can we see him now?"

The doctor stared at Dwayne's mother as if he was about to say no, but then he sighed,

"Sure... but just one of you for now, he is asleep and he needs a lot of rest," 

"You should go..." I squeezed her shoulders, nodding... she is his mother and i am just his... girlfriend, I swallowed hard the trained thought swirled in the back of my head, or maybe I am more than that now, I hugged my stomach,

Could it be?

"If he happens to wake up... I will tell him you are here," she turned around, her sore eyes still had lingering tears,

"Alright... I have to pick up something at the 24 hour pharmacy," I cleared my throat, i saw  the curiosity in her eyes, 

"Oh... alright," she smiled at me, and nodded before walking of with the doctor,

I was happy that Dwayne was ok, but at the same time i couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid when slowly realised that, it could have been me... if i was a second earlier, i could been shot or worse... i could have died, but...

You see, that is just the thing about dating a Jamaican gangster, or even being a far relative... lives are always in danger. And this... what happen tonight, was fucking terrifying, but... i cant stay away from Dwayne, not now... not if i am right, my stomach churned.

Taking a deep breath, I spun around, walking to the exit when my phone rang,

My heart skipped a beat... moment of truth.

If its one thing i know, is that nothing hides in my community for long, word must have already spread around that Dwayne got shot and I was the one that drove him to the hospital, and now my grandmother is going to be furious with me, 

She knows... everyone does.

Slowly, i removed the phone from my back pocket... well i was really wearing Dwayne's clothes but did it matter?