HIS DRUG✔️

03.

Likkle Ms.

Kevaun 'Judath' Wright
21 y.o.



As I speed down the high way, Maliedon blasts through my speakers and my friend, Brandon and I vibe to the music.

We're running a little late for his girl's birthday dinner in Kingston. We were supposed to be there a hour ago, but something came up.

And I am still fuming from what happened.

A few hours earlier.

I glare at each of the people in front of me, studying them. I try to identify the culprit. 5000us was stolen from me, but the betrayal from them angers me more.

It's never about the money; this is about respect and principle.

I've been blind to the traitor in our midst, now I am determined to find out who it is.
I keep searching for the guilt across their faces, but there's nothing, only fear. No one spoke up either and it pisses me off even more. My anger simmers just below the surface and I clutch my glock, staring at the bloody floor.

Releasing a breath, I ease off the deep freeze and fold my arms. "Me ago ask this one more time.." I step forward, tapping the gun with my finger tips.

"Which one a uno thief from mi?" My voice comes out louder than I intended, but I could care less.

Again, no answer.

The grip I have on my gun tightens and in a split second, the very first person I see receives a head shot.

Their screams fill the room, and I watch the male bleed out with a plain expression.
In minutes, his life leaves his body and he lays flat on his back.

My eyes wonder back to the 4 persons tied up and I watch them all struggle to pull free from the ropes.

Everyting yah suh a dead.

I am about to act when a female breaks the silence.

"P-please don't... I-it was Max. He told me he was gonna do it and I tried to stop h-im but he did it anyway!"

My eyes narrow in anger as she blurts out and I clench my jaws, but a sense of relief washes over me as I now know who the culprit is.

I just sigh.

"Yuh know wah fi do," I say to Brandon, tucking my gun in my waistband before leaving the room.

In a few minutes everybody in deh suh suppose to dead, including the girl.

She a informa.. and informa fi dead.

Cyaa have a chatterbox in a the mix.

I go to stand next to my car, waiting for Brandon to exit the building.

I shake my head, finding the situation funny.

Eediot... max.

Like dah bwoy deh nuh love life eno

How the fuck could he steal from me when I am the one taking care of him and his sick mother?

Him fi grateful fi weh me a do fi him but see cause him too bloodclaatt red eye and selfish, he had to do some shit like this.

But me ago show him sumo.

Max affi nyam dirt.. and mi nuh give a fuck bout him sick mumma.

'cause there's one thing I don't play about.. see once yuh lose my ratings and trust, yuh lose me.