Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty

Dwayne POV

"Take it easy now Dwayne," my mother mumbled as i slipped out the car. My home was heavily guarded with gangsters... my gang.

"Dwayne... you think this a the smartest idea right now?" she whispered while looking around, "I mean... having so much thugs around you will draw wrong attention from the police,"

Rose wouldn't even understand, being a Don comes with a lot of risk taking, the kind that makes people look up to you, and right now i don't feel respected, some tried to kill me,

Fuck the police

"Mummy... mi a deal wid it..."

"Dwayne please me a beg you fi just listen to me..."

"Me say me ago deal with it..." my voice came out a bit stern,

"Just.... just becareful please,"

i said nothing.

She is mother and its her job to worry but... this is who i am,  and i have to so something, or else my enemies with get braver,

"No body in... or out," i spoke loud, "Lock of the front and the back, police claim fi say there is no witness, but me no believe that, so question them again... using our methods,"

"Wah bou the fool down back the back?"

"Some fool some attack me..." i tighten my fist, "Ina my place.... pan our our ground, and we filter out who involve, so if a man no wah corporate..." i paused, remembering that Chanize family would be caught in the middle of it, 

By the way... where is she? think she would a deh ya fi welcome me home.

"Do whatever uno must," i walked off.

I felt bad, not saying goodbye to my mom, she has been taking care of me these pass weeks but right now its best she stay as far as she can from this, but i am not too worried about her, she is guarded with the best... mu only concern now is making who ever shot me... pay.

Grunting as the Hennessey burned my throat, i looked down on the painkillers on the marble table next to me,

KMT... Jah know, me not even remember say mi no drink no liquor and take them deh.

Relaxing back in my sofa, i listened to the quietness of the house, 

i missed her.

The way she would laugh an watch her fuckery show them, but... she wasnt here, and she wasnt even there when i being let out... claim she sick, but... me no buy it....

Something a gwan.

"A wanda if..." i froze as i was about to take another sip, "Nah..." i laughed and shook my head, 

She couldn't so mad... she know better...

she know say a badman she a fuck... she could'nt bright so fi even think bout it... much less fi do the actions.

She nah gi Don bun mon... she wouldn't diss me them way.

Then why isnt she here? the voice at the back of my head asked.

Not even a phone call or text....

"Yow..." Gunbag entered, "You solid?"

"Yeah," i drank the whole thing, "Infact... No, Chanize a move shakey from she gi the blood, you sights? have me a think grimy," i chuckled, but Gunbag didn't laugh,