Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Fifty Four

Dwayne POV

It was now 10pm, and Gunbag and I were at Ms Witter shop.

From Chanize call, me vibes bruck.

I glad she called though, well in a way.

One, I didn't remember about Ms. Witter's drink out ,

And two, I had blue balls.

Fuck.

My phone vibrate in pocket.

And I refused to check it, apart of hope that it was Chanize telling me to come over... But I knew it wasn't.

It had to be Samantha.

I hissed my teeth

The molly has worn off.

It was still early hours though, quiet a few people was present but no over crowded.

People them from March Pen tends to party late.

By 1pm yasso ago ram, and then I would have left.

"Cous... Send out a next bottle a VX deh," I called,

The bottle on the table was almost empty, I drank most of it.

"You good dwag?" Gunbag asked me.

No

"Yeah man, me balance," I sipped from the red party cup.

I haven't told him about the Marvin situation yet, not until I finish thinking about a strategy.

Me afi get rid a him... Clean to.

He has too much access to Chanize, and It worried me, alot too.

And the only real way I can protect her is unless, she comes back home—— well not home to me.

But back in March Pen.

"Seet here," a fair complexion girl, rest the sealed bottle on the table, while she held her cup with the other hand.

She must be the bartender for the night, I failed to notice her from earlier.

She nice.

Didn't seem as if she is from around here though.

Sexy and pretty... Just the way me like my gal them.

"Thanks," I grumbled.

She didn't move.

A wah gwan?

"You need something?" I stared at her

"Yeah... The money,"

Gunbag looked at each other... Then back at her.

She no know who she deal with.

I chuckled.

She didn't.

My eyes traveled to the mini skirt she wore, can bet she not even have on draws under that.

"Ask you boss who me be," I licked my lips with light laugh, "Then you come back and say sorry,"

She sucked her teeth before walking off.

My eyes followed her.

Her ass lined up well her legs

Thick thighs... Thin patience.

My kind a gal this.

Sipping from cup, I shift my focus to the crowd.

It was getting thick.