It's really a simple story about two people from similar walks of life.. crossing paths what happens when it comes down to saving myself or you situation? What's considered morally right or wrong In these situations ? Does what's on the inside truly...
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~ the morning of flight ~
" wah gwaan' brudren ." The familiar voice boomed through my phone
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" yo rude bwoy I land at around two ." I informed him giving him an estimated time of arrival due to the travel being about 4 hours ..
" mi ah send mi driver fi get yuh? " he inquired confused I guess unaware I was coming to Jamaica.
" nah I'm not gonna be staying in Kingston the whole time it's not a business trip after we chop it up and handle what we do imma be on a resort for a few days and shit ."
" yuh must ave a lady wit yuh or meeting someone ." He said with a chuckle already knowing
I've been doing business with AK or akiel as his government name goes for about 5 years now ..
We crossed pathes when I was around 22 and AK was 26, at the time when his father was still running shit in Kingston . And I was shadowing my old mentor who had been using the Azan cartel as there Jamaican connect for a while ..
AK's father Reaper as most knew him as was getting older and all the drugs and the fast dangerous lifestyle he built for himself and family wasn't going to be able to be maintained if he didn't give the throne to his oldest son .. which he did... not without micromanaging damn near everything of course..
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