Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Seventy Eight

Chanize POV

Clutching onto the mug with both hands, the steaming warm pepper mint tea tingle my nose.

I was still lost for words.

Shakeem stood by the window peeking through it.

He whistled in three short breaths.

And someone outside respond with a similar wind tone.

"Coast clear," he shifted the curtain back in place.

A hundred men if not more, were out side my gate, all with rifles and handguns, patrolling the lane and stood guard Infront of my house.

The land lady must gimme notice tomorrow.

"Chan," Shakeem sighed, walking towards the sofa where I sat.

"Who are you?" I mumbled, "Who are you really?"  I stared up at him.

He hang his head low.

"You really wah fi know the truth... The wull truth?"

"Y—Yes," I swallowed hard, setting the mug on the coffee table before me

Removing the gun from his waist, I twitched a bit, making him hesitate,

"So a desso we reach now?" He rest the firearm on the coffee table as well.

"You fraid a me?" He questioned, sitting close to me.

"Me have reasons fi fraid?" I squeaked out.

I genuinely wanted answers.

He sighed.

"Firstly... Me ano badman,"

I watched him.

"Me is just a youth weh born come see certain things... And afi make sure say things stay in line," he continued.

"Sound like a Don to me..."

"No really, me just consider me self a peacemaker eno Chan... I wouldn't mash a ants,"

"Hmmm, then what was that back a the club?"

He smirked.

"Me say me wouldn't mash a ants... Never say me couldn't baby girl,"

I swallowed.

He was so calm with his words.

"Which gang you lead?"

"Not a gang... But a family, One order,"

My heart pounded faster

He looks a little young.

"Is Shakeem your real name?"

He chuckled.

"Yeah... Don't ask me things you already know, me never tell you a lie,"

My tense shoulders relaxed.

"You really work as a trades man, mason or whatever?"

"Yes, currently a work pan a 2 bedroom house fi some people from capture land, big woman house get bun down last year, so we a build up something fi her, you know..."

I nodded.

Me no know nothing.

"Why were you at Dwayne's club?"

"Funny enough..." He pushed back on the back rest, "I was invited. One a me dwags tell him wah partner up... Fi kinda, run eh ground more smoothly,"

A guess all a that get fuck, I thought.