The Jamaican Romeo and Juliet

Escalation

Teanna's POV

Why the fuck is Wes so tense?

I've been in the tub for the past thirty minutes waiting for him to come lay with me.

I hop out the tub and I see him scrolling through his phone, his brows are furrowed as he concentrates, typing rapidly.

Who the rass him a text suh? This look well serious. Could he be cheating? Tf?

I have to get to the bottom of this.

"Wes?" I ask as i exit the bathroom in my robe.

"Yea baby?" he responds as he shuffles to lock his cell.

"Wah ya do?" I ask.

"Business." He responds sternly.

"Hmm." I say.

He strips down to his boxers then goes to the bathroom and locks the door.

His phone is on the bed. Unlocked.

I feel my stomach turn as I slide the lock screen up.

I check his call log and there are only international numbers.

I quickly open his what's app messages and there's not a fucking thing there.

As I lock his cell a message pops up.

**Paulo**Leave the apartment now, got to the Pierchic.

"Wah yah do wid mi phone?" He asks infuriated.

"I...I........I..was just about to plug it in because i saw the battery was low." I stammer as I fumble over my lie.

He stares me dead into my eyes and whispers "Don't ever again."

"Okay?" He asks.

I stare at him concentratedly and then I walk away without acknowledging him.

"Teanna come here." He says indefatigably.

"Don't talk to me." I respond

"Get dressed now, we're going to dinner." He says as he hurriedly throws his clothes on.

I don't argue because his behavior is quite odd and absurd. This isn't like him. Something is fucking wrong.

Weston's POV

As the car pulls up at the lobby I hear screams, people are running across the street for cover.

BLAM BLAM BLAM! Gunshots beat rapidly back and forth on the roof of the hotel.

"Wes!!!!" Teanna screams as I floor the gas pedal.

Mi must kill that pussyole bwoy.

Mi nuh fraid a war but with T here is a whole different ball game.

The sound decrease as the vehicle distances.

"Wah the fuck jus happen?" She screams in tears.

"Mi nu know T." I lie.

She cries all the way to the restaurant.

I feel so guilty, but why do I? She's the reason I'm in this mess. That's just the truth.

Jackson's POV

"Ahh , yea baby" I moan as latty sucks the head of cock while massaging the shaft covered with her saliva.

I close my eyes as I reminisce on the fuck with Abby and I imagine her sucking my cock .

I bust on her face in seconds and I feel heights of euphoria.

She smiles then raises from her knees and heads to the bathroom to freshen up.

I check my phone for the good news wipe my cock with a wash rag.

Nothing yet.

"Babe. Come here." Latty shouts from the bathroom.

*Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzz* My burner cell vibrates continuously as I walk to the bathroom.

"Heya Jackson!" Capello greets me.

"What's the word?" I ask unhesitatingly.

"Bad news my boy. Hitman got shot. He's in critical condition." He says.

I feel my heart sink. A lump forms in my throat. I'm lost for words.

"Fuck..." I whisper.

"Eh Jackson?" He says

"Hmm?" I reply gruffly

"Leave this alone, It's bigger than you my guy. Juan is my best hitman, a bullet's through is fucking heart. He's gonna die for sure." He says.

"Could you imagine what this guy could have done to you? It's just one bitch. Move on" He says then sends me to the dial tone.

"FUUUUCCKKKKK!" I shout then throw the night lamp into the wall.

"Babe! what's wrong!" Latty shout as she runs over to hug me.

I shove past her and she falls onto the floor.

I don't give a fuck!

I'll deal with this my fucking self, once and for all.