CIRCUMSTANCES MADE ME WHAT I AM

SURPRISES SURPRISES

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MARK'S POV

We actually didn't die and I enjoyed myself, genuinely enjoyed myself. And I got to see my mother in a relaxed state, laughs, smiles and just fun. Maybe that's the part I enjoyed the most, seeing her all carefree was refreshing.

She didn't seem stubborn, distant or trying too hard to get into my good graces. Today she was the person she was before they took him from us.

On her way home she treated me to chicken and chips, a small ass box of chicken and chips it reminded me of childhood days when she'd get me that when we went out. Like I said she was genuinely herself My Mother.

I never asked why she had bought this bcz it's one of my favorites but I did asked about the size. She was like "knowing you being a man now, I'm assuming I'm not the only woman you'll be spending today with. So if I'm right you need to leave space for the meal she'll either treat you to or cook for you. Because if I were her and you weren't hungery after my efforts, ah yuh nuh hungry a dog a nyam yuh suppah an puss yuh dinna" with her finger pointing at me and seriously too.

I guess with age comes wisdom because what she said made sense...but d woman a move like she wah fi beat me star

When I dropped mom back home it was 5:40 pm. Now I'm a couple chains from my gate and the thought of that sexy ass home waiting on me had my blood heating up. Plans to put her pon a backaz and watch that ass ripple had me  smiling to myself.

Turning into my gate I noticed a strange black delivery looking van parked in the yard, the type restaurants used but it had no logo on the sides. So I pulled along side it, parked took notice and headed towards my front door. The possible images of the woman I left here with another man in my house on my birthday was a possibility but I never took her for a mad bloodclaaat smaddy.

My blood was heating up before, it's hot now but my passion was replaced by a growing rage.
I checked my waistband and it is there, hard and cold.

Upon opening door nobody was present I smelled food but my mind was too preoccupied to focus fully on that. Sounds were coming from the kitchen and my footsteps hastened in said direction.

Mi gun inna mi hand now, smaddy ago dead tonight.
Then I saw him "who di fuck yuh be and weh yah duh in yah!?" I asked in a raised voice. His body shifted then froze when seeing me and what I held in my hands. It wasn't pointed at him but it was slowly rising in his direction.

His eyes flickered as if contemplating to run "if yuh evah move pussy!" my voice slightly echoing.
Then I heard her voice "Jesus Chist Mark nuh kill him" my head shifted in her direction. I saw the fear shaking her but mi nuh give a fuck. I felt her hands on my shoulders trembling.

"Him a di chef, him is a chef" in an almost hushed tone, her voice cracking.

It was then I even took notice of his attire. White jacket, black pants and shoes, with those round hat 'thingy' on his head. I turned to her about to ask his reason for being here when she pointed to the balcony and through the double doors I saw a set table, and an ice bucket with champagne sitting there being chilled.

THOUGHT I MADE IT CLEAER NO SURPRISES...

I glared at her looking into her eyes I saw the fear still, something I didn't want her to ever have of me. But I was pissed man fuck. So I put my gun away looked in Mr chef's direction then hers, her eyes pleading "please?", Was all she asked and I allowed her her wishes.

TAMARA'S POV

6:20pm

After enjoying a warm shower I wrapped myself in a towel and headed into the closet to get dressed. The house smelled edible with the aroma from the kitchen. The table is set, champagne and our meal is just about done.