Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Sixty Nine

Dwayne POV

With knitted eyebrows.

I stared at the screenshot Gunbag sent me.

What the fuck fuck this Chanize post?

With her white draws a show

Kmt

Me couldn't hold it any longer.

Babes is typing....

I stalked our chat.

Yeah man, take it bloodclaat down...

She lack respect.

'You good dwag🤣'

Gunbag message popped up at the top of the screen.

Kmt.

Chanize stopped typing.

Kmft!

Tossing the phone to the other side of the settee.

Reaching for the remote, I heard Samantha paused the video she was watching in kitchen.

The loud sizzles of hot oil echoed.

Yeah man, fuck a you... I thought.

Bout she want KFC in a late hours.

KFC lock long time... Along with every weh else.

So she claim say she a cook.

Turning the TV on, I reach for the other remote.

Afi go play some Single player car game...
And I should probably put that towards life, given that me no wah Samantha... But who me want no want me,

Life funny.

I sniffed the air.

A the first pot me hear a cook, but me can't smell it.

Thank God a she one a eat it still.

Reaching in to the almost empty box, I pulled out another Craven A,

Me stress.

Lighting it's tip, I slid it to the corner of my mouth, puffing it slowly.

The virtual engine revved up through the speakers.

"Babe... Babe!"

"Hmm!?" I shifted my focus to Samantha, who stood with a plate.

"Me good man... Thanks," I turned back to the screen.

She still proceeded to set the plate of food on the table, Across from me.

I took a quick of the plate, then back on the TV.

But something caught my eye.

Staring down at the plate I narrowed my eyes.

Chicken foot and white rice... I think.

The rice was basically porridge.

And it and the chicken foot had the same color.

No seasoning.

Narrowing my eyes into tiny slits, I looked closer at the plate careful.

She not even cut off the chicken foot toe nail.

I chuckled.

"Oy!" I called for her, trying to wipe the same off my face.

"Yes babe?" She hurried in.

I continued the race, the distraction from... Whatever this it Infront of me made me ended up in sixty place... Dead last.

"You want something to drink?"