{•2}•𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 •{2}•✔️ COMPLETED

😑 Chapter 7 😑

😑 Chapter 7 😑

😑 Antoine's pov 😑

I could not think or do anything clearly, my mind was constantly on Dean and I could hardly keep focus. I underestimated her, she was fucking smarter than I think. My mind went to all the memories with us, I just couldn't fault her in any way and I would have stolen from me too. There is nothing that she has bought or done that wasn't beneficial for her survival, she had set herself for life and if she kept on the same path she will be a very successful woman.

The thought angered me and made me feel jealous of her brain, I took the old stock books and went through them daily, it was something I to do while I hide away from the chappas. I did not want them to see that I was crying, they may think I am weak or judge me in other ways for it.

"Chadwick says Steffanique is a detective from Colorado with a Jamaican background," Grung stated walking into the room.

I place the book down and sighed deeply, I really did not suspect her to be when I met her- I thought she was just an ordinary woman with her opportunist ways. Wherever she is she must have gotten wind that I had find out and now she is planning to take me down. I had done no unjustified crime in the short time that I had met her, I've only met up with Alkaline and that was private. They could not come and arrest me for him being at my dance that wasn't going to settle with me. I could not ask any of the officers for her that could bring suspicion and unwanted allegations later on. What did she want with Dean? What information was she trying to get.

"Call Dean, if she don't answer text har and ask her if the woman wey did a badda har phone, if she tell har anything at all," I said to Grung.

I watch him call a few times then he sat down on the chair at the doorway and began typing on his phone, a few minutes later I heard his phone binged.

"She sey, you and di whole force a idiot because you a di foolest don she know and mi fi fuck off and nuh text or call back har phone," Grung said.

I humbled myself and text her every week telling her.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

She did not reply to any of my texts and I tried calling her only for her to send pictures of herself in different bathing suits in seductive poses and pictures of her pussy. With a bold 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗕𝗨𝗢𝗬, I could not sleep or eat for days- I was cramped from blueballs and badly wanted to find out if she had made someone take those pictures.

Two months later..

I seem to be forgetting things as Grung reminds me of the interview for Alkaline, this Christmas is going to be an unhappy one for me. Without a permit I could not keep the dance and I didn't keep it because I don't want the police to have a good excuse and lock me up. There was still no sign of Steffanique and Chadwick says his intel was that she had been on suspension, so I guess she couldn't find nuh wey else fi pitch but pon mi.

"She come pitch and shit up mi fucking relationship, fucking dutty crosses bitch, a gon murda har bloodclaate. Cho, tsk," I cursed and hiss.

That was the only thing I could do and I couldn't blame anyone else, I couldn't find where Dean had gone to because I didn't want to dig too deep at the moment. Not wanting to draw any heat to myself, I've had to just settle with checking out the backgrounds in her photos. I was going to bruk her ass for leaving me and taking my money, I've searched the room thoroughly and there was no sign of my gun- when a done wid har likkle rass a gon lock har up ina har room.