Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Fifty Eight

Dwayne POV

Parked in front of a house, I stared at SUV at the front yard.

My hands were fixed on staring wheel as I looked across her house. I was a bit annoyed of how easily I found her... That mean anybody can find her.

Kmt.

The thick curtains at her window didn't expose much, the lights were obviously on but that's all I could see, she probably fell on asleep watching TV or I——

I knitted my eyebrows at the thought.

No she wouldn't...

She wouldn't never invite someone over.

I know her

My innocent girl... That got up with gangster like me.

But you did tell her fi do her thing
The voice in my head stood tall.

I was either crazy or it's the liquor I have drinking since night.

Through the thick tint, I looked around in the yard and I couldn't see much, I was dark out and extremely.

Fuck

I clicked my tongue, staring ahead of me.

If I get out of this car there is no turning back. I know this could go side way and I didn't to her to see me as a waste man,

Or maybe I am.

What are you doing here Dwayne?

Either you knock pan the bloodclaat door

Or go home to you gyal.

The voice in my rant.

Yes I did have Samantha at my house, as for her being my gal... It's a solid no, without double guessing.

My gal was problem resting her sound bones, so she get to work early tomorrow, the Find my Car alerted me the other day, warning to slow down.

Me bad driver.

I smiled.

Speaking of tomorrow, it's almost the weekend. And Gunbag mentioned that Ashley and her friend... Is going for a vacation.

Shit.

It has to be Chanize.

It has to.

Kmt

A million things can go wrong, if I step out of this car.

It's a good thing, I took one of Axio she doesn't know, one of the get away cars... The same ones I prohibited for anyone to go on fuckery movements,

And this right here is the biggest fuckery moment me ever make in a my life.

I sighed.

Weighing my options in the back of my mind, ruling out the pros and cons of this situation I am in.

I have no doubt Chanize loves me, I know that and I am willing to wait a million years for her than permanently drive her away from me,

But each day.. Each time i roll over in bed, I know time was running out. Whenever I searched for warmth beneath the sheet... I find someone there.

A temporary cum bag.

Kmt.

I looked over at her house again, before starting my engine.

"Guess it ago be a million year then,"

I drove off.

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