Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream.
Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spani...
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"Yo, e wul eep a unnecessary chatting a mek mi fucking head hawt mi. Uno shut and mek we maths up this and leff." I shout, looking back on the men surrounding the truck.
From we reach a di fucking yard dem man yah cuss like dem a some gyal.
One mind just a tell mi fi shoot e wul a dem and leff dem bomboclaatt right yah suh.
"Hear waah guh gwaan, we a murda everyting.. suh nut'n nuh fi leff."
"Letti, Jevi, Shotta and Mystro, uno done know wah fi do suh mi know mi nah fi chat again. Brandon and Killa a move in from e front, and a uno we a depend pon fi enter.. and 'cause uno a fawud in from e side, uno a see every and anything."
"Lowe Stama fi me. Him a fi mi kill, if nobody do otherwise uno a dead wid dem too. We a leff in 10 suh uno get uno fucking self undercontrol and ready fi diss." I walk off, setting my gun in my waist.
Mi need a spliff and some henny.. right now.
A not even seh mi surprised, but Stama definitely know betta dan fi cross the fucking line.
He clearly was prochasing a war when he killed Kash, and mi nah leff yah suh tonight til everybody tun in a duppy.
Even if me affi kill him mada me do it bomboclaatt. 'Cause none a this shit neva necessary.
Stama ave it out fi mi from high school days and all now di ute cyaa get ova one simple incident- batty man style dat.
But me ago show him nuh fi fuck wid mi. Him start a war from him fuck round mi sista head and now him come kill mi dawg? Me ago show him bomboclaattt who a di fucking devil. Everyting round him ago dead. Dung to di bloodclaatt cat him ave in a him yaad.
Unda Dirt fi everybody.
"Strap and ready." Brandon says and I nod.
Peppa, my knife, is comfortable in my arms and I study the blade.
Deadly- just how mi like it.
A long time mi ooman nuh nyam a food eno.
But nuh worry yuh self babes, yuh belly soon full.
I walk out the room with the spliff in my mouth and when I reach my Ford Truck, I enter then drive off when Brandon comes in.
Reaching the gate, I exite the car and immediately walk up to the gate.
Without even allowing the security to speak, I slit his throat and give myself access to enter. Brandon clocks his gun as we come closer to the front door.
Shotta signals me to go inside and I don't hesitate.
As soon as we reach in, both me and Brandon start shoot.
The women in the house begins to scream and I instantly cut each of them neck, leaving their body to drain.
Too much noise a mi ears.
Any and everybody ago dead and as long as yuh deh yah suh, all if yuh nay involved yah get a shot.
We nah leff out a soul.
Mystro and the others join the fun a while after and it took less than 5 minutes to take out everyone; leaving the main 4.
Stama, him bredda, and two other pussy weh him close to.
"You get him brother." I say to Brandon and he smiles, lifting his gun but before he could do anything, I stop him.
"Mi want e wul a uno watch diss."
I grab Stama by his shirt then throw him in the couch, right beside him dead gyal.
He begs, cries- pleading for me to spare his life. Big pussy wid a loud mouth.
"We nuh waah get peppa sad, don't."
I lift my knife and he flinches when I grab his ears. In one go, it comes off... then his tongue.
My grip then goes to his head and I slowly draw my knife in the middle of his face, ripping his head open and stopping down to his mouth.
I turn to face his 'friends' and I smile as I dig out his eyes, each of them falling on his feet.
His body begins to tremble and I hiss.
"You and yuh girl friend look good together." I whisper when I eye her; breast out and legs wide open.
cyaa believe yuh shoot e gyal in a har pussy dawg.
Stama is bleeding out, fast and some even touch my shirt but mi nuh care bout dat right now.
His hands are next, then comes his feet, toes and fingers.
I throw his body parts a side and my face screw up, looking at his lifeless body in disgust.
"Yuh mada a fawd tomorrow.. suh she ago see diss." I say, hoping I could see her reaction when she see's how her son is cut into pieces.
I chop his dick off then finish my path in the middle of his head, revealing his brain.
"Bomboclaattt dawg."
"Dawg wicked nuh fuck."
The last thing I do is drain some of his blood in a glass cup and leave it on the table in front of them with a note.
It was nice killing your child. Have a nice day
I then empty my bullet in the two men and I am finally satisfied.
"Dat a fi mi fren pussy." I walk out of the house. I hear gunshots and I know it's Brandon.
I enter my truck and relax, following by Brandon doing the same. He leaves the premises and I chuckle, seeing the police vehicles chasing towards the route we're on.
"Watch e fucka dem dung e road." He says, referring to the police. I hiss. Mi nuh in a di mood. Just waah deh which paa mi ooman deh.
