Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dwayne POV

One bagga problem and Chanize is the center of it all... but still me couldn't forget bou this, the pussy ole wei set up me life.

"As a big man mi expect better from you still..." Sitting across from him, I stared at him, as he tried to wiggle himself free.

Tevin bloodclaat Hendricks... the hotel owner.

"Mhm mhmm mhmmm mhmm" he tried to speak, but his mouth was gagged with is own tie.

Shifting my gaze to Gunbag, I nodded.

Aggressively, Gunbag loosens the gag cloth, not without digging off his first.

"Wayne..." his voice trembled, "Me general... me no have nothing fi do with wah gwan eno,"

"Mhm," I cracked a smile,

"Swear to you... " the blood pooled from the side of his head,

I said nothing all I had to do was look at Gunbag.

Sitting back in my chair, I sipped my drink... raw Hennessy, hoping it will kick in soon.

"No... mhmm mhmm please mhmm," he tried to speak as Gunbag gagged him again,

Trying to rock himself loose as Gunbag left the room, I stared at him... it was like I was here but i wasn't really here,

Why Chanize feel like say me a some dog a road, Well... I was but that was the old me, and she no seem fi understand that. One time a which gyal could a tell me bou box and mi run her weh... but is like Chanize a me own personal hell loop.... she a down mi baby mother and mi cant escape her... At least I don't want to.

Pulling the heavy tool behind, Gunbag face had a wicked grin... Him enjoy torcher a little to much but its the only way fi some bumbo hole get the message.

Pushing the handle apart, Gunbag slip the steel cutter over Tevin's finger... the one with his wedding ring,

"If ano you..." i spoke, i could feel the Hennesy slowing taking over, "If ano you... then you know a who," I sit forward, staring at him, the blood stains on his blue office wear, started to change from bright to black,

"Mhmm mhmmm," he shook his head,

"Swear..." his muffled voice annoyed me, "Mi no.... ah! bloodclaaat," his cried filled the room,

Gun bag clipped the finger off.

"Ah! fuck! oh god!" he screamed as the blood squirted from the opened wound,

Standing from my chair, I stooped down... picking up the chopped off finger,

"Me no know bou you eno Tevin," i twisted the finger around, admiring his wedding band,

And it got me thinking.

"But me a get tired a this... a mean, you must wah go home, me wah go home... Gunbag wah go home... the rest a dwags them waah go home,"

"Mhmm Mhmm," he groaned in pain,

"Alright... Take off the next four," I looked up at Gunbag,

"Wait..." he groaned, "Me Phone... every thing in a me phone,"

Without hesitating... Gunbag, set down the tool... and i sat back down.

"What exactly we a look fah,"

"look under the chat... God father,"

"Good... and a who that?"

"Him pay the boy them fi kill you... me only find them,"