Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty Six

Dwayne POV

"She and who?" I barely whispered, I didn't want Gunbag to hear.

Shit.

Rubbing the back of my head, I thought about the decision I have to make... It has to be done.

"Let them through," I hissed, removing the phone from my ear.

More while mi afi really question where Chanize loyalty lie, her best friend lay down in a hospital and she gone with man... Watse man that is, bout him a Don... But him soon know wah gwan man, mi just wah have the slightest clue say a him deh behind the fuckery weh gwan since night, and believe you me... Not even Chanize can save him.

People mumma ago bawl...

"Every thing balance?"

I looked over at Gunbag.

He must notice the stench look on my face, and me whole demeanor change fi real... The vein in a the forehead feel like it about fi buss.

"Yeah man, every thing blessed..."

Someone pushed the door open.

"Sorry to interrupt..." The male nurse returned,

"There is a police officer at the front requesting to speak with you," he looked directly at me.

I looked at Gunbag.

"Yeah man, tell him mi a forward,"

He hurried out.

Pulling the Glock 40 from my waist, I set it down on the medicine table,

"Lock this, and gwan get some rest badman... Me soon forward,"

I walked off.

"Yo..."

I paused in my tracks.

"Respect fi have me back... And Fi a clean up me mess,"

"Dwag..." I looked over my shoulder, "Ya me bredda... Blood bredda, me ago always have you back,"

"And Vice versa..." Gunbag added.

Saying nothing, I left.

Closing the door behind me, I could see the Babylon bwoy up ahead.

Kmt.

"Yeah?"

Me recognize him, and I knew he was one of waste man Marvin little S.O.B

¨Young Don...¨ he looked at me from head to toe.
¨Police bwoy...¨ i returned the same energy.

He smirked.
My jaw bones tighten, there was nothing to smile about.

¨You right hand had a little shoot out session, and base off intelligence we received, he was also a shooter,¨

I looked down on my right arm, then back at him, ¨Me see my right hand yasso... you seet?¨
¨And further more...¨ I added, ¨Your intelligence sounds dunce,¨

I knew he had nothing on Gunbag, no eye witness, no weapons recovered from the scene, me sure a that.

¨You are indeed a wise ass...¨

¨Bun off...¨ i narrowed my eye brows, ¨Batty bwoy, bad man no deal with ass ere dat,¨

¨You a travel down a bloodclaat path ya... and me!¨ he patted his chest, ¨Me ago teck you off a the journey,¨

I chuckled softly, swinging my head low for a second, ¨Do weh you afi do big boss... but member who a the bigger boss round yasso. Speaking a that... you boss clearly have enough time pan him hand, fi send you... ¨