Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty Nine

Dwayne POV

Scrolling through my WhatsApp chats, I now know that Gunbag a get discharge today, And Ashley... there is still hope.

"Jah know," I sighed as I opened Mama P messages, listening one out of her one million voice notes she sent.

She is the one taking care of Aston right now.

Chanize was asleep next to me, and I had to carry her from downstairs to the bed room... Which is upstairs.

She no light, but man ano pussy... Man fi learn fi be man.

"Yes Dwayne..." I turned the volume down, I didn't want to wake my sleeping lover.

"Me wake up this morning and mi just wah fi plead the word of God over you life..."

Oh, pray she ago pray... I continued to listen.

Looking over at the night stand next to me, Chanize phone lit up.

It was on silent, but... It was ringing.

Getting a closer look at the screen, I instantly got bitter.

Deh brother deh a call.

Hissing my teeth, I looked away and back to paying attention to my phone, wrapping up Rose voice note.

You probably soon see she a journey a come over here, and me hope she see Chanize, fi talk some sense into her... Because apparently is always me a the problem...

Again... Her phone screen lit up, flashing rapidly.

Him no plan fi stop call?

I asked my self in the back of my head.

If you call a woman once, why you need fi call her all one hundred time. Is either she busy at work, running errands, a sleep, or a gi weh the pussy.

And in this case... A him a the side man, a my woman first.

Another call came in from him.

Watch ya!

If me answer her phone now you hear how me a watse man.

Kmt.

"Yo..." I shoved her lightly, "Wake up... You man a call you,"

I was annoyed, and I am sure she could hear it in my voice.

"Who?" She rubbed her eyes as she tried to sit up, still half a sleep, narrowing her eyes into slits,  "Who you say a call me?"

I looked away.

With my eyebrows forced together, I was pissed to a a point where I didn't even want to respond to her, I simply pretended to be busy on my phone while I watch the lit screen from the corner of my eyes.

"Mi ago look something fi eat... " I slipped from the satin sheets, "You wah nothing?"

"No... I don't think so," She leaned over, grabbing her phone from the night table, declining the call.

Oh, she have sense, I felt my shoulders relax...

But what if me and Fi him roles fi reverse? A same way she would a decline my calls.

"Infact..." She dragged her body across the sheets, my t-shirt hung loose around her body,

The same t-shirt that Samantha take up her nuff bloodclaat self and put on,

"Mi feel fi curry crab..."

I raised my eyebrow.

"You see the hours a morning... A just after nine eno... Unless a you would a drink go..."