Teanna is caught up between being in a relationship with weston a Jamaican Don and her extremely wealthy and powerful fiancé Jackson.
How will the story end?
"It's been three days since I wired the money. What's taking so long ?" I ask Capello eagerly.
"Hey! easy my boy. Once the funds become live. The hit will be a done. Have I ever disappointed you ?" He replies with his heavy Haitian accent.
"Never. Patiently waiting." I say.
"Later." He says as he ends the call.
I look at my battered and bandaged face in the mirror as I load my pistol.
I envision the pussy a take him last breath after I unload the pistol into his head.
I fight the urge to pull up on him as I remember the words from the doctor "The damage done to your jaw may be irreversible but there's a possibility it can be corrected with surgery."
Who would've thought I could be harboring thoughts to end someone's life?
Still, I'd do it in a heart beat.
Piiing!!! A notification comes in on my cell, bringing me down from the cloud of darkeness i was on.
Abby: Sir I noticed you haven't shown up for work in three days. I hope you're okay.
I'm ok. Thanks for checking.
Abby: I'm here if you need anything, and I mean anything at all 😏
I'll let you know. Have a good one.
Abby: Kool Mr H. So what you doing now?
Talk in office soon.
"This little girl doesn't even know what she trying to audition for." I think
"Babe." Latty shouts as she bangs the guest room door.
I tuck the pistol under the pillow and crack the door open.
"Yeah?" I say as I look into her eyes. I could see the pain from the distance I've created between us these past couple days.
"Could you at least come have dinner with me?" She asks.
"Sure. Five minutes." I reply.
She walks away without responding.
I hiss my teeth and lay in bed, eagerly awaiting Capello's good news.
Teanna's POV
"Babe, I was thinking we should take a trip to just free our minds and rid the tension." I tell Wes.
"Where'd you like to go?" He asks.
"Dubai?" I say giggling.
"Kool." He responds with a straight face. "We can leave tomorrow. I'll call my assistant. She'll book us first class tickets with Qatar airways. Quite the experience."
I stare at him in awe. He never ceases to amaze me.
"I'm going to be away from the city for 6 hours max, shotta will be outside in the car. If you need to go anywhere he'll be accompanying you." He says.
"Even to the bathroom?" I ask sarcastically as I roll my eyes.
He doesn't respond and opens the door.
"Lata, love yuh mama." He says as he smirks.
"Love u too Wes." I respond as I side eye him.
He blows me a kiss then closes the door.
Since the last ordeal he's been so overprotective but I can't even be mad at him.
Especially with the fact that I've been hiding the messages that Jax has been sending me with pictures of guns and death threats.
What good will it do if I tell him? Sighs..............
It could do even more harm if I don't but I cannot afford for him to start questioning my loyalty again.
I just blocked Jax.
Weston's POV
She really thinks I'm letting her off the hook just like that. More than I have to protect her, I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt.
Just waiting to see if she'll tell me that the bombohole a try contact har.
She must not know my capabilities. Unlimited access to all her personal devices but I just chose not to invade....well more routinely.
I don't think she'd be crazy enough to fuck him again but her moves are questionable.
As I pull up to Paulo's condo on the beach off the north coast I hear Italian music blasting like a motherfucker.
I ring the doorbell and there he is clothed in a full jacket suit.
A wah the fuck this. Nu him yaad him deh.
"Let's go for a ride on the yacht, matters at hand." He says.
"Tornerò presto." He says to his body guard standing at the shore with a Barrett M82.
"sei al sicuro con lui?" He responds
"rilassati va bene" He says as he nods.
"I hear you've done some damage, outside of your jurisdiction in your territory . I know you to be a man of order. Be careful." He says sternly.
"It's all good Paulo." I reply.
"There's a hit on your head!" He shouts scoldingly.
"Oh really?" I ask in a concerned tone .
"Eye and ears on the ground." He tells me while removing his Chopard De Rigo shades.
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"These are the new weapons that we have." He says as he open his gold weapon case.
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I put on a pair of white cotton gloves and I inspect the weapons.
"I'll give you everything for $30,000." He says as gives me a dead stare. "You're gonna need it."
"Okay." I say with a straight face as I struggle to mask my uncomfortableness.
"Here's 35 k, for the tip." I say as I give him a loaded duffle bag.
I know exactly who put a hit on my head but my concern is where'd that low life get those resources. I have to leave Jamaica stat. This isn't retreat. It's a step ahead in devising a strategy to get rid of him once and for all.
"Book the first one way flight to Dubai. I just sent our passport information." I say as my assistant answers the call.
