From Then Till Now: A Jamaican Love Story Book 4

Chapter 34

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Alex's POV

Shabba is about five feet seven inches tall, skinny, has dark skin and has now started growing his hair. When I first came across Shabba he was nineteen years old with a schoolboy haircut but now it's in several small plaits.

Shabba is bad fucking news and when Jubba is with him, he's a totally different person. Shabba is smart and loyal, especially to Jubba and if he's here I know deep down something is wrong.

"Bombo rassclaat Shabba, wah yuh a rassclaat follow mi fah? Yuh know betta dan bloodclaat dat enuh because mi coulda fuck yuh up long time!" Jubba walks up to Shabba and in d blink of an eye he has his gun pressed to Shabba's head.

"Tell Chucky fi no move fi it, before mi shoot off him pussyclaat hand!" He threatens and Shabba puts his hand at his side and shakes it telling the person in the car no.

"Mi Don...?" Shabba says but before he can finish speaking Jubba grabs his throat silencing him. His gun is replaced by Suzie and he holds it to Shabba's throat, If I had blinked I would've missed the speed at which he secured his gun and pulled out Suzie.

I see Jubba's entire demeanour change. His eyes get dark, his jaw tightens, and his body goes into killer mode. This is what Nya calls Jubba's demonic look and it scares the shit out of her.

Bomboclaat, Jubba-Don has surfaced.

"Alex!" Dane shouts at me and I know he wants me to stop Jubba but I honestly want him to kill Shabba.

Cho Fuck!

"Jordon," I say calmly and watch as he closes his eyes and steps back from Shabba.

"Don't call me that," Jubba says to Shabba in a deadly voice.

"Jubby, relax, mi know wi av an agreement and even though yuh lef mi behind yuh a still mi D- ahmm mi still rate yuh.

A months mi a look fi yuh enuh, Dadda seh yuh need fi know wah a gwaan," Shabba says and I feel my heart drop.

"Get to d fucking point Shabs!" Jubba pulls away and Shabba rubs his throat. Dane looks at me, the use of the nickname is not a good sign.

Bomboclaat!

"Two big rich man no stop circle d base, meet with Dadda and a yuh dem a ask bout. Dem wah pay Dadda couple millions good fi give dem info bout yuh.

Dadda run dem weh but dem keep coming back, one a dem a big shot police and d odda one mussi own hotel.

Mi no sure but why mi decide fi come find yuh is because round two months ago d politician show up and threaten Dadda, seh him ago cut off d funding if him cyaan cooperate.

Dadda run him weh and tell him seh fi do wah him waan do because if him change anything him nah win no more election," he explains.

"Describe the guy that owns the hotel," I say, and he looks at me with hatred in his eyes.

"Mi no tek chat from no white bwoi enuh," he says and Jubba steps to him.

"Yow, watch wah yuh a do enuh, d boss ask yuh a question, answer him now," Jubba instructs.

"Jubby, mi cyaan understand how yuh lef fi go answer to white man, like yuh a pussyclaat slave! Yuh fi come tek yuh place and run tings as yuh fada did want!" He answers angrily.

"How much time mi fi tell yuh seh mi no waan run no bloodclaat gang?" Jubba shouts.

"Gang, which pussyclaat gang yuh a chat bout Jubby, a so yuh see yuh family? Yuh prefer fi lef wi and gone hitch up wid dem fool yah!