Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter twenty-eight

Dwayne POV

"Weh you mean Gunbag?" i watched him cutting up weed with a small scissors, 

Deh bloodclaat place ya really slack eno... how him come in with weed and scissors? that mean a man can easily walk in and finish the job, i thought.

"Look like you nah hear weh mi a say to you, Dwag.. the gyal say a me breed her bredda,"

"So the yute a how much now?" i grunted as i tried to pull my self iin a sitting position, my chest hurt... well atleast ano bun,

"You good?" Gunbag stared up at me,

"Yeah man," i lied, knowing damn well i was feeling alot of pain, "So how old him be?"

"Me not even know... a try reach out to her and she nah give no vibes, your likkle B a say, a mussi one night a some champs business,"

I paused.

Searching my memories for any little clue that will prove Ashley is telling the truth, then again.. why would  she want to pin something so important to her on Gunbag of all persons... unless she a careless gyal,

"So you see the yute? a pic that is,"

"Dwag... u no hear me say the B nah gimme no vibes, a done a you woman she a stay eno... from the other night,"

Yeah, and Chanize stayed at my Moms' house.

"Well, me member when we a youngsters still... and u did circle a champs with out me, if... she right, the yute a bou seven... u no member deh champs deh?"

"Me no good with dates eno dwag, swear.... so mi really not even know, and you woman not even wah tell man the details... but you see if a my yute... mi wah step up to the responsibility, you sights?" 

"Hmm... do the do's man... and you know say me have you bac, dont?"

"Yeah," his voice went went low, "But me never deh deh fi have yours and any time you recover..."

"Gunbag..." i cut him off, shifting my eyes to a small camera in the corner of the roof,

"Everything balance cuz... it cool," i smiled.

There is a time and place for everything, and right now my only goal is to heal and get back on my feet, and when I do... please ago feel it. I don't know who shot at, but i remember the car and even if a thousand repair work is done on it, it still cant hide. 

Chanize

the voice in the back of head chanted.

What if she was hurt?

i knew that i could never forgive my self if she was and that is why i must find out who ever is responsible, they are going to pay dearly with their life,

"So weh you think?" i chuckled softly, preparing to tease my bestfriend, 

"Bou wah dwag?"

"Bou you baby mother... you wouldn't put two more pan her," i laughed lowly,

"Dwag..." he held his head low to hide his amusement, "The B not even a talk to me bout the yute... is like you nag meds that,"

"Ano that me ask you,"

"Dwag... me not even member say me..."

"Wayne'" my mother bardged in, "My sweet bwoy... how you feeling?" she lowered a stuffed back pack to the floor,