🔫BAD-DRUGS 🔫 [18+]

CHAPTER 4

                     Chapter 4

                   Jahnoi's pov

5 days later...

  Breaking a store that was on another don's watch was a big embarrassment for that don, even more so because we have managed to clean out the seafood store, deep freezers and all. Abby one of our lesbian top shooter look at me questioningly, she among all of Theous's shooters is looking very disappointed. They were all expecting the loot to come and share up in the lane, which was a foolish mistake to make.

  Theous walk up to me as we watch from the top of the lane what our rivals from Chancery lane were up to. "Spin dem a spin all ova di place till a one bird prip dem some intel. Forward dey," he says and calls me.

  I knew what he wanted to know and I was not gonna tell him right now, especially with his bitch Telephone close beside him. He could make himself useful by watching with the others down at the bottom of the lane, instead of itching up on Theous. I just can't trust him and whenever he came near my spirit always grew cross.

"Yow all a who dey pon night watch uno keep di grung wired," I say and beckon to my shooters to cut.

   I walk to Theous and tap him on his hand  discreetly a few times. "How yuh shub out wid out yuh gun?" He ask just as three gunshots sounded from Chancery Lane.

"Smady mad yah now," Telephone says with an evil laugh.

"Bro when yuh come in we talk," I say to Theous and walk off quickly down the lane.

"Yow Drugs, hear mi a sey nuh," he calls after me.

"Mi throne a call mi," I say loudly speeding off and into our yard.

  I took a quick shower then check my private phone, no miss call from Biyone. My room door was knocked and I sighed and got up, when I open the door Theous put his finger to his lips for me to remain silent and step up into my living area. I move away and he push the door close, one a him batter ears gal dem in a him room mon, dem come fi come collect somn outta a di loot and can bet a Telephone tired ole sister.

"Yow yuh nuh tell di shotta dem nutn and everyone waan know what a gwane wid di loot. A who drive wey di truck dem?" He said and ask barely above a whisper.

"Hear mi a sey who know a dem fi know, who nuh know nuffi know like you, everything yuh tell Telephone. Mi nuh trust him," I tell him.

  He sighs and rub his hand over his face. "Yuh come back wid dis again, di man a mi right hand man. Wey yuh have gainst him? And nuh tell mi sey a no gal," he says then ask me.

  I hissed and look at him. "Humn! Gal! Yuh think mi a clown like yuh?!" I exclaim asking him.

"Yuh just nuh like di man and a nuh suh wi duh operation, now tell mi wey di sitn dem dey and who drive di truck dem," he says in earnest.

   I look him in di eyes and tell him seriously. "Dem outta di town and dem a'right wey dem dey, suh Telephone sister wey come fi collect na've none fi get. Gwane guh fuck har an' send har back a har yaad wid a change ina har pocket."

"Tsk, mek sure by tomorrow evening every man get dem share, cause a joking you dey pon ino," he said seriously and walk to di door.

"If you and dem nuh dey a jail tru some man mouth," I flung at him as he went out.