My Desires

Chapter 31- Mad and Bad

Enzo's POV

I never thought that I would ever had women problems and not be able to get rid of them easily.

Mi not even did memba bout Bree.

Usually when things like these happen, I use sex, money or leff dem.

The last, definitely not an option with Allison.

But what's the point of this relationship if I'm going to lie to her?

"A smaddy mi use to deal wid." I told her and she rolled her eyes.

"Use to? Dis nuh sound like use to." The phone started ringing in her hand. "See she a call back deh."

She threw the phone in my lap. "Answer it." This a why mi nuh sekkle down. "And put eh pon speaker."

I picked up the phone and answered it.

"I know you did not just hang up on me. This is the disrespect I get over a fucking bitch?!" Bree's voice sounded through the phone.

Who she a call bitch?

Di way how she a talk to mi and the fact seh she a try diss Allison, mek mi head chip.

"Bumbohole who di fuck yuh think yaah chat to? Look ya mon nuh get mi pon eh wrong side and level yuh self." I spoke and the line went silent. "Doh fucking pass yuh place wid mi or mi woman."

Sometimes mi wish mi get a pass fi box dung some gyal enuh.

Cya tell yuh how much time mi wul composure fi nuh murda woman when dem a get too nuff.

"This bitch making you talk to me like this? Imma fuck her up." Allison grabbed the phone from my hands.

"Fontana bloodclaat Fairview. Come fuck me up. Mi nuh ramp fi mash up a gyal face weh a try diss mi!" Allison stated.

I was getting seriously turned on at the little, red, angry woman beside me.

Badgyal enuh Chucky, my subconscious smirks.

"Enzo, you gonna make this hoe be threatening me like that!" Bree says grabbing my attention.

Before I could say anything, Allison beat me to it.

"Fucking idiot gyal, stop call fi Enzo and come fuck mi up." Allison shouted in the speaker. "Yuh ma nuh whore motherfucker?"

Mad and bad to bomboclaat!

"I'm not finna be fighting a bitch that's worth nothing."

"Coward bitch a phone badness yuh have. Nuh badda back out now, mi tell yuh weh mi deh already suh come fuck me up." Allison threatens.

Mi oman nuh suppose to get worked up ova dem fuckery ya enuh.

A my time now.

I took back the phone from Allison.

"Memba when mi see yuh mi aguh fuck yuh up Bree. Dis a done yasso." I finalized and hung up the phone.

Watch fi mi and Bree later.

"Yuh should a tell har fi fucking come, yuh deh heng up phone." Allison hissed and glared at me.

My mood shifted when I realized she was angry at me.

"Wah dis fa now?" I furrowed my brows.

"This," she picked up the phone from the cupholder. "How long yuh even have dis?"

Dis aguh just cause more arguments and a pussy mi waah right now.

Kiss mi rassclaat teeth.

"Dat nuh important. It deh inna eh past." I quipped.