Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty Seven

Chanize POV

Hoping into my van, I sped from down by the hospital to March Pen, who the fuck him think him be, fi a take up me bag.

Chatting shit, bout him hope a him buy it.

My best friend lay down in a hospital, I thought as pressed my toes firmly again the gas pedal.

"All because a uno... Uno and uno Fuckery," I complained to my self.

"God, why them could be so normal big cocky man weh work in a wholesale or call center, why me get my self involve with a gun man?" I hissed, I didn't even realize I was going too fast.

As I shot cross the bypass, the police siren pitched behind me, following me into March pen.

I looked in the rear view mirror, as I slowed down on the curb.

It was a radio car with a lone cop.

With the windows glided down,

I rest both palms on the steering wheel, anxiously watching as he approached,

"Good morning.... Miss," he stared at me weird when we locked eyes.

He giggled a little... Morning air escaped from his lips.

"Wow, could a swear it was a man driving so hard, guess ano only Honda fit woman can drive eh? " he stepped back adoring my van.

I smiled faintly.

"I am sorry officer didn't even realize how fast I was going, I have a lot on my mind,"

The young rookie looked down in to March pen, them at me,

"License and Registration..."

Fuck, I thought.

Searching around for the documents, I handing it to him.

"One moment please," he walked back to his car.

This was supposed to be quick, I thought, my breath got heavy as I tried to breathe.

Especially with all that happened earlier... I could have lost my life tonight.

And it has me thinking alot,

Dwayne has never put me those type... And I know he probably never will.

And Shakeem has brought me near my wits end twice.

It was time to cut him off... I don't know how yet, but it has to be done.

In a the end... A one Don.

After the whole altercation, and the thugs let us leave he wanted me to follow him to Gordon pen, to have his gun clean at some tyre shop, but I didn't go, I told him it don't feel right leaving Ashley like that, and I turned back.

But honestly in that moment I realized, the more I get to know him, it's the more I realize that... He is kind of a lil watse man, and it will always be Dwayne... Back then, now and forever.

I can see clearly now, I want him... I am going to take him back.

"Sorry about the lengthy wait, so I ran your license and sorry to be the bearer of bad news that I will be the first to be issuing your very first tickets," he handed me back the documents,

"Tickets?" I raised an eyebrow, staring at him.

"Yes," pulling a note book from his top pocket,

"Exceed maximum speed limit by sixteen kilometers per hour, that's going to be six thousand," he wiggled the ball point pen on the paper,

Yeah.. yeah, hurry up, I shook my leg uncontrollably, my stomach felt light.

"Overtaking in a manner causing obstruction to oncoming traffic... Ten thousand dollars," he continued,

"And last but not least," He continued writing, "Driving vehicle without wearing seat belt.... Two thousand dollars,"

This pussy was enjoying it.

He handed me the paper,

"Thanks," I basically grabbed them from him, "Are we done?"

With a smirk, he walked back to the people the service vehicle, and took off, back onto the bypass to terrorized other motorists.

Rolling my eyes, I start the engine back up, heading to Dwayne's house.... For my bag.

Tooting my horn impatiently for the large gates to open, I looked two sides, hoping no one would recognize my van.

Finally the yard boy did, I flashed him a sleep as I sped up on the compound.

Closing my eyes, I tried to regulate my breathing back to normal as I wait for the gate to be fully closed, and as they did,bi hopped out.

"Dwayne," I pretended to be furious, but honestly I was not.

"Dwayne!" I fold my fist, beating into the door.

Nothing.

"Dwa...."

The floor suddenly opened, the freshness and the aftermath aroma from the Irish spring body wash tingling my nose,

the essence of the morning air was lovely. And there was Dwayne, he stood there Infront of me  with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water trickled down his hard muscles, and the tattoos on his body glistened beneath,

Gosh.

I miss how those would pin me down in bed.

"I- I-" I cleared my throat, "Me come for the bed... Bag!" I quickly corrected my self.

I shouldn't be think about this right now.

Dwayne remained emotional less,
"It in a living room,"

He stepped aside for me to come in.

Uhmm... Side eye.

"As you can see, mi a ready fi jump out back pan the road... Do it fast no,"

Oh. Just so...

Squeezing through the small space, I tried not to look or rub against his body, because I honestly, forgot how sexy this man was.

But lord, now I am reminded.

Quickly heading to the living room, I looked around in the sofa and all the other places my bag could have been.

But I did see it.

Dwayne has gone upstairs and I didn't want to go bother him.

Kneeling down on all fours, I looked under the couches, but there was no bag.

Hissing my teeth, I stood up, brushing whatever invisible particles from my knees and palms,

The fucking bag no in here.

"Dwayne..." I called out, "I don't see the bag..." I turned round, my faced bumped into hard muscle.

The creed from his grey t-shirt stung my nostrils.

He went to get dress.

Dwayne stood over me, he didn't look too please, I guess it wasn't a good idea coming over, I guess... Everything I said earlier, about getting him back was just a mere dream.

Looking down at his hand, I saw my bag in his hand, he choked the straps with his tight grip,

"Uhmm," I swallowed hard, reaching for the bag, and he shifted.

The bag was half way behind his back.

I looked in his eyes, and the softness of his stares, made my lips parted,

He looked at me the very same way... Before he fucked my guts out and I got pregnant.

"Dwayne..."

"Chanize..."

We both spoke at the same time.