The Crossfire | Revised | Sample

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❝ THE BOW ❞
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───── ⋆⋅Chayanne⋅⋆ ─────

|| Saturday. . .

The only times Mama leff e confines a the house, a when she go doctor or market. Doh me perfectly capable of buying ground provisions by miself, Mama always insist seh shi afi come. Mi cya badda morewhile ino cause when she come grocery shopping it tek forever and a day. She wi waa we walk out the wul St. Ann's Bay Market Street even doh she know seh shi nuh so able.

As we move from stall to stall, she stop and look pon everything she see. Under one shabby board stall, she stop and squeeze every pumpkin. Under waa next rickety stall wid a tarpaulin roof, she stop and talk to this middle aged woman, the daughter fi Mama friend. The middle aged woman give Mama two stuffed, clear plastic bags wid sweet peppers all fi free.

Afta Mama satisfied seh wi have everything, shi start head ina the direction a St. Ann's Bay bus park. We walk pass e shop dem and cross e road as quickly as wi can when waa vehicle gi wi bly.

We neh afi wait long fi waa taxi come pick wi up.

"Watch yu step, Elder," a wa the man tell Mama as him help ar go ina the car front.

Me tek the big market bag off my shoulder and place it ina the trunk.

Ina no time, e car full and we drive outta St. Ann's Bay. Pretty soon, we reach home.

After me done pack out the things and mek likkle chicken foot soup, me go lay dung ina mi bed a try read over some notes while me text Chezzy.

Then such man call me. . .

Mi bite the insides a mi cheek a contemplate if mi fi really ansa him. Him did call me earlier when me did deh a Bay and I told him me neva home. Me know exactly wa him a call fa and now mi kinda antsy. I don't want to seem easy again but the tension between us is devouring my senses completely. Doh even get me started pon dat big logwood him have ina dem boxers deh. . . My word. Favio puts Dayshawn to shame.

Mi answer the call.

"A so long you tek fi answer?"

Mi roll mi eyes. What a man miserable!

"Me did a do sum," mi tell him, knowing damn well seh all now me nuh move offa the first bullet point in my notes.

"Hm. . . Are you back yet?"

I gulp. "Yes. . ."

"Why aren't you at my house?" his tone comes off as playful even though him really serious.

"Tell yu seh I'm not coming." Deep down, all me waa do a run go ova deh fast like me a some horse deh a Caymanas Park. Between my thighs have been throbbing since last night, I've never been this needy for a person before. . . especially one who me nav no business a fool round wid. I guess that's the fun in it - things forbidden always have a risky yet exciting thrill.

"Chayanne Arya Bailey. . ."

"Favio Matteo Welsh."

"A call out mi name so fa?"

I bite back a small smile. "Nuh you dweet first? Miserable like. . ." But mi naa complain still. I like that he's becoming more comfortable around me.

Favio chuckles. "Nuh know wa yaa do to me ino. . ."

My smile widens. "Wa yu mean?" I fetch for more compliments.

"Niente," he replies. "Me a send Trav fi yu." {Translation: Nothing.}