Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty

Dwayne POV

Breathing heavily, I used my elbow to brace the waste man off me while I tackle the ball,  passing it to Gunbag.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I narrowed my eyes into to thin slits as the crispy edges of the sun slowing elevating in the skin. Clutching on to my knees, I peeped under my eyelids while my lungs filtered the tangy  morning air that stung my throat.

Even though it's just me and my army of killers, playing a friendly, early morning football, I was far lost in my thoughts.

One question lingering in the back of my mind.

Them a fuck?

No... No...

Does she—— love him?

A question I... I did need closure to, but also was afraid of the truth.

I ran up to the other half of the field.

"Yow!" I called out to my teamate, which is quite odd if you think about it.

Getting the ball, I ran towards the goal,

No one tried to stop me.

Goal.

I smirked.

"Badman," Gunbag jogged up to me.

"You no see say a our net you put the ball in a,"

I paused.

Looking over my shoulders.

The other team rejoiced.

Shit.

Two other team members ran up to my side.

"Wah kinda ball game that!"

One was sounding a bit to loud for my liking.

Kmt.

"Me a go down a Ms. Mavis go check if she open, uno gwan play without me,"

I walked off I need to be left alone.

"Gal clown..." I heard one of them whisper.

I stopped in my tracks, turning hot on my heel.

Gunbag already walked off joining the rest of the team, leaving the two idiots.

Bigga and Likkle.

But I didn't have to guess who passed that atrocious remark.

The fact that I heard, made the fear in his eyes thicken.

I walked over to them calmly.

"Me Don—" Likkle voice trembled.

"Ano weh you think... is just that last night—"

Folding my fist tightly.

I landed a solid thump across his cheek.

Staggering back, he held it... Wincing.

I followed him.

Again and Again I threw hard blows to his face...

Stream of blood pooled down his nose

I didn't even notice that, everyone was surrounded us.

No one dared to interrupt.

Covered in blood, he curled up like a piece of cloth on the ground, and a I stomp him... one after the other, with my boot.

Seeing that he was unable to take another hit, I stopped in the middle of another kick... Lowering my feet.