Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Forty Four

Dwayne POV

Shoving the brown envelope across my chest, Samantha hissed as she rolled her eyes at me.

I was in the kitchen, about to make a sandwich.

Shit been hostile since the other night.

She keeps asking who is Chanize and I keep avoiding the question, and to be frank... If me fi really answer that she would bawl fi days, plus she would a hate me.

Me really no wah fi piss her off, because if me do that... She ago wah pack up and go back a Germany, and me need pussy to function.

Opening the envelope, I looked it in... It was money, just a few stacks of it. Looking at the back of the envelope, I realized that it had no name... No nothing

A wah kind a sign this?

"Dwayne?" I heard her call for me at the front door, "Me one egg oyy..."

Mummy
She seems to be in a good mood.

Smiling, I set the envelope on the kitchen counter.

"Me a forward deh Mummy," I walked toward the front door.

I love when she visits, especially in times like these.

"Mummy..." I pulled her into a hug.

I was blocking the door.

I don't want her to see Samantha not as yet.

"So..." She pulled away from me,

"You nah let me in?"

I swallowed hard.

"Wah kind a foolishness that you saying," I stepped aside.

"Ya me mother," I added.

I don't know if a salt me salt, but same time Samantha walk down the stairs.

"Oh, Thank Goodness..." she hollered with her thick accent.

I was looking over my shoulders, and I could tell my mother was staring right at her.

"You must be the maid, yeah?"

"Excuse bloodclaat me?" My mother retaliated

This is about fi get ugly.

Reaching for my mother shoulders, I gripped it firmly, pulling her gently inside,

"Samantha," I cleared my throat, "This is my mother,"

"Oh, I am so sorry. I meant no disrespect..." Samantha spoke.

But Miss P wasn't having it.

She chuckled lightly, but I know my mother... A laugh is never really a laugh.

"Where you from me dear?"

"I grew up Berlin..." Samantha bragged, "You know where that is right?" She added.

My mother looked back at.

With an unreadable expression.

"There is a old Jamaican saying, Old fyiah stick easy fi ketch," my mother smiled, before trotting towards the kitchen,

"What does that mean?" Samantha looked at me with a clueless face,

"Babe, what does that mean?" She clearly was getting upset,

"Probably by the the time Dwayne done with you, you wi know... For a dead man tell no tales," I heard my mother say while searching the cupboards.

I sighed.