The UWI Lecturer & the Politician's Son BOOK 1

Chapter Nine: The Weekend

Malikai

"Biggs, Biggs, bomboclaat Biggs man!" I shouted. How this happen? How mi nuh come dung ya fi a week and already there's been a situation with the man dem up a Hermitage! I'm pacing back and forth in Bigg's living room, mind far and mood fucked! More while di man mek me feel like mi inna business with a rass fuckhead! 

"Evans, boss man, look ere man, Garrison can't run like the picture perfect fantasy yuh have inna yuh head!" Biggs shouted. The man send the man dem go bad up the bomboclaat man dem inna Miss Caroline's bar to fuck!

"Scamma, Skinny, Peng, Lexus and chopchop, dem man deh? And dem man deh family inna danger now because you nuh understand yuh fuck self!" 

Biggs took out his gun and same time me reach fi mine. But he put his hands up and put the gun down on the table, " easy, relax." He uttered. " just look,"

He put the gun down on the table, " look how easily all the money I got on me, the jewelry, car keys etcetera become vulnerable because mi put down mi gun— mi protection." 

"Dawg mi get weh yaa say, but the man dem never provoke we!" I growled, " the man dem  one time, one time dem fuck around, so you told me you got the shoes dem fi give the youth them for intimidation! Not gun-butting man inna dem head!"

"Chop-chop just got a little carried away."

"Him and you ago gwaan till every single Gola man leff from dung ya inna— get carried away in a bloodclaat bodybag." I lit my spliff and Biggs sat there, quiet. Mi na'ave nothing more fi say. But if the man dem keep following his orders things ago get grimy. I don't do grimy. We run four enterprising from this very living room. We sell pure coke, molly and money laundering. Mi always a tell da bredda ya say we need protection, yes, but we nuh affi a provoke nuhbody to instill fear. “The fear is realized once you make your powers known! We naffi page nuh body or cause nuh problem!”

“Everytime a di same ting wid you enuh Evans!”

“Yes, because me nuh wah run a business where every week me a bury an employee!” I growled. “Yute, at the rate you’re going it wah look like we affi go part ways enuh, cause you a keep up  bay fuckry!”

Biggs’ eyed dimmed and he sat back in his seat, “This rass partnership feels like when ya’av a gyal weh yuh control cause as you give her money— and mi a tell you inno boss, mi naggo mek yuh gyal me up!”

“Yow hear wah, if you nuh understand weh mi a try say over and over then what's the point, killy?” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Mi bring all man like Scamma come dung ya from St Elizabeth, because him did a live hard life, and you think mi carry him dung ya fi dead?”

“Scamma and dem man deh know the code already, dem know weh dem need fi a do, and the only person who isn’t with the programme is you, Evans!”

Clearly, man can’t do business with mad people. Bigg’s been like a brother, but right now him a move like a claffy and before me affi do supn mi nuh wah do, mi ago back off.

“Yuh done start the fuckry, so clearly there going to be tension or a possible gang war over ya, so just make sure everybody good,” If mi stay yasso, we may just fight. So let me liff up. Bomboclaat man. 

Heading toward the door, I noticed my phone ringing and answered knowing only one of two persons would be calling me this time a day.

“Yes?” I answered coldly.

“Boo, can I come by later?” Lori swooned over the phone. Holding the bridge of my nose, I sighed, closing the door behind me. Me not even leave one stress good, and another one came calling. Lori was new… to my bedroom that is. I met her a few weeks back and we had our first sexual encounter that same day. She’s Asian… her father, known as Mr Chin as all Asian’s living in Jamaica are affectionately—-or radda lazily called, had a huge wholesale franchise in Savanna la Mar. I invest in his wholesale with the money that needs to be laundered. Of course, he doesn’t know this, since as far as he’s concerned I’m just a wealthy investor. She saw me collecting money from her dad one day and you could see the wah fuck in her eyes. She was really short, around five feet, with long black, silky hair and thin bangs. She was your typical, flat both ways Asian, but chopped patois like any Jamaican. After all, Lori was Jamaican. She was also very popular on campus here, especially on her Hall. Fucking her was for sport to be honest. Man could, so I just did. Right now me nuh wah deal with her though, not she and not Sabrina… can’t tek the stress, and I’ve only answered because Sabrina was fuckig rude teh other night. I owe her some kindness.