Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty Two

Dwayne POV

With loose arms, I watch as the swat team searched.

How stupid can they be.

Why would I keep anything here? The house was cleaned out a few months back as soon I realized Marvin was getting too close.

"Hey bwoy, weh the gun them deh?"

I didn't respond, end of the day I am no 'bowy' so a can't me him a talk.

"Pussy you no hear me a talk to you... Weh.. the.. gun..them..deh!" His voice roared.

Marvin was behind this, no questions asked.

"Them in a uno hand... As far me can see,"

His face grew sour.

Smacking me across the face with the back of the rifle, my fist tighten.

I was surrounded.

And any wrong move, could end up with me losing my life.

The rest of the babylon them laughed at this.

"Nothing no deh ya," another came from upstairs.

I smirked, no shit Sherlock.

"What happened a you club opening lastnight? You think we wouldn't hear,"

Oh, so a bout that.

That mean...shit.

"Oh yes, the supt. trailed your crony and the female all the way to Portland,"

My jaw tighten.

That's not right, Marvin was out of his jurisdiction.

This was an illegal operation, hoping they could make a bust and make an arrest.

Better yet... Why the fuck Chanize and that waste man deh Portland.

If him smart, him no drop a jail tonight.

"Out a curiousity.. me can see the warrant?"

They all stood.

Yeah man.

"Uno have five seconds fi lift up, before me call me lawyer,"

Silence.

Gearing up they all left.

Leaving behind that one pussy ole.

"You get weh this time..."

"Once again," I added.

"You luck ago run out one a these days Mr. Young Don..."

I laughed.

Wiping the blood from my busted lip.

"One a these days Mon... One a these day," I wickedly grinned.

Brushing my shoulders, he then left... Slamming the door behind him.

Faggot.

Reaching for my cell phone in my pocket, I dialed Gunbag's number,

"Chop," he joined the line.

"Police bowy them run in nuh too long,"

"Weh you say gwan," I could hear shuffling in the back,

"You deh near such catty?"

"Yeah..."

"Step outside..."

The line went quiet for a minute or two.

"Wah ya say now?"

"Marvin need fi missing without a trace..." I resumed,

"When?"