My Desires

Chapter 53- Smelling the Coffee

Enzo's POV

Allison was crying nonstop I had to call a doctor to discreetly sedate her.

As soon as that transpired, I jumped in my car and head straight for the warehouse.

From the hospital to the warehouse would take 40 minutes.

But to how mi did a drive, I arrived in less than 20 minutes.

Storming through the walls of the warehouse, I finally stumbled upon the person I'm desperate to murder.

Jariya was tied to a chair battered and bruise and is now smiling upon my arrival.

"Look who decided to show up." She chuckles.

Di bagga talking mi nuh deh pon.

Mi gi har one outta mi hand back breaking her jaw.

I dragged her up by the collar and forcefully threw her back into a brick wall 12 feet away.

The wall smashed and so did the chair and I'm pretty sure a little bones of hers.

I was so blinded by rage, I could care less about how brutal I'm being.

Her screams still didn't satisfy me.

"Allison look like football to yuh?" I asked, my voice deep and venomous.

I trained Jariya so I know how powerful one of her kick is.

But mine worse.

Without a second thought, my foot landed in her stomach and she immediately started vomiting blood.

"Chucky!"

The adrenaline of rage blocked out who ever was calling me.

Mi gi har waah next hawd kick inna she face.

"Ah Chucky, Ah, Ah." They pulled me back when I was about to land another in her face.

"Weh di bloodclaat uno a wulan pon mi fa?!" I flashed them off.

"Just cool off nuh badman. A still oman, betta yuh just kill har and dun." Blade says.

I looked at him as though he's the person I'm going to murder.

"Wah di fuck yuh just seh to mi?" Mi voice low and calm.

My blood was boiling.

My nostrils flares as I glare at him with hostility.

"Just cool off likkle. Yuh nuh inna yuh right mind now." Ratchet chimes in.

I chuckled lowly.

Cool off?

Mi nuh inna mi right mind?

Wah dem man ya tek mi fa?

A cuda oman two more times, mi a murda dat bloodclaat!

"She neva memba seh she a oman when she push my oman downstairs and kick up my oman fi kill my yute dem?"

Mi head dawk and eh more dem chat fuckery, eh more mi just get dawka.

"If uno know wah best..." I chuckled humorlessly. "Aye sah."

My phone rang and I looked to see it was from the hospital.

I answered.

"Mr. Spencer, Allison won't stop crying and asking for you. Do you mind comin--"

"I'm on my way." I told her and hang up the phone.