❝Baby I don't need a man, I need Dinero & a tan!❞-Taj Romaé
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"...if yuh nuh name Dinero den mi nuh want yuh,"I say sassily.
He chuckles.
"Den how you a pree me so?" his husky voice ask as he makes...
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Z A H I R ᴢᴀʜɪʀ
"Fi real?" my eyes softens.
She's really alive?
Is she?
I can't even be mad at her for doing this to me. The anger is there yes, but the happiness outweighs my irritation.
He nods his head continuously.
His eyes now enlarged.
"Mi swear pan me life," he's truly desperate.
'Ow yuh mean?
Nuh 10 mill eh boss out fi get?
"Which part you see har?" I ask, curiously. My heart is beating so hard in my chest.
All these sleepless nights.
For months-scratch that, for a whole year and eight months, almost two years Taj had me feeling this way?
Like a total shit?
And she's okay?
Day and night, I'm worrying about what happened.
Blaming myself.
...unceasingly!?
"Mi see har from time to time. Not often but mi always a meds say she look familiar but a true a good while mi rest that, mi deven did a hear bout har again," he explains.
"So weh she live?" Jamie ask him, equally curious and on edge like myself.
"Well, it's a scheme nuh too far from here," he answers.
"Tell me the name," I demand and pull out my phone to call my father.
I have to.
We've been trying to locate her the whole time. Even when I wasn't in close proximity.
"I-I up a Vista Del Mar," he stutters.
I can't even believe it.
As I walk away to take the call I look at him with one eyebrow raised.
Why is he stammering?
Yuh see if him ever a ramp wid man hopes like this, mi stuff a gu-
