Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Forty Seven

Chanize POV

Swallowing hard, my phone trembled in my  hand as I stared down at Dwayne's number.

Should I unblock him?

Even though we are not together, I still loved him dearly, and I cared for him too.

Marvin is a police.

Since yesterday, I have been so paranoid. I bolted in last night from my veranda, just at the sight of a well tint Probox.

Siting in the dark, across from the television, I stared at nothing.

Biting my inner cheek, I licked my lips for moist.

According to Marvin, he really is an uncover police, or at least was. He was sent into March Pen, to map out the place. And he did just that, even his own grandmother is oblivious to this.

"That pussy ole," I scoffed, thinking about Marvin.

I don't know know how to tell Dwayne, because it's just going to cause an argument between us... About the kiss and...

I sighed.

Me and the man left and me still a stress.

Kmt

"Dwayne ago kill him eno, he is going to kill Marvin when him hear this... Me just know him ago kill me,"

Staring at my phone, I scrolled through my contacts, contemplating if I should call her, my grandma.

Me should a just listen to her, I thought. I wouldn't in the center of this mess, because based on Marvin said, all eyes are on me.

I didn't feel safe being alone.

If the whole a Spanish Town police station know that Dwayne is the Don for March Pen, and I am his... Whatever I was.

Me reputation in a danger, and so is my life.

"Fuck," I cursed swinging my head back.

Since me and Dwayne part ways, me not even call Rose.

Everything is so fucked up right now

"Me need a distraction," I growled, remembering I have called Shemar as yet.

'Hey,' I texted him, 'You a sleep?'  I sent another.

'No, Wah gwan?' he replied almost immediately.

'Oh, me just wah somebody fi chat to,' I jolted upwards in the couch, hugging one of the fluffy cushions.

'You want me to come over😕' He asked,

Did I? I mean we have known each other over the years,

'Yeah, I guess so' I finally replied.

'Guess so😏'

He is still a class clown.

Smiling, I sent him my location.

Closing Whatsapp.

Standing up from the conch, I switch on the lights, walking towards the kitchen.

"Nothing manly, not even deh ya fi drink," I sighed.

Sorrel beer
White wine
and Lemon beer.

Fuck.

Gathering the car keys from the counter, I grabbed my phone on the way out, just in case Shemar calls me.

No want him lost.

Outside, I stared at the car, thinking about if I should drive or walk... The shop isn't too far from here.