Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Ninety Two

Chanize POV

Leaning my head against the window, I sighed. I was feeling somewhat nervous, even with Dwayne's cronies around me. Because I knew the chances of running into Shakeem is high, Dwayne is not here to control his people and Shakeem... There was something in me that knew that he was just bluffing... There is no way he is take this lightly.

"You good?" Ratty questioned,

"Hmm?" I looked at him, I heard what he said but I reacted before I could have thought about it.

"Yeah..." I smiled a bit, relaxing my shoulders, "I am just tired..."

"Oh..." Ratty breathed out, as we drove pass pines taxi stand.

"Congrats pan the engagement you zeet, glad fi see the movements mon,"

"Thanks," I stared down at the shiny jewelry,

Did I make the right choice? Choosing Dwayne over Shakeem?

Or will this be the biggest mistake of my life?

Shakeem is a... Weird, but good youth.

Dwayne just... Bagga bagga, and... I like bagga.

Bagga bloodclaat crosses.

I hissed out loud, reaching for the glove compartment.

Pulling out a single marathon from the ten pack box I hid.

"You smoke?" Ratty questioned, "Eh?" He shot me a quick disapproval stare.

"Don't tell Dwayne..." I breathed out, I was so completely out of it I didn't even remember that I wasn't alone.

Know how much months that hide in desso.

While I barely smoke, I will if I am extremely stressed.

"With all due respect, if him ask me... Mi ago tell him, remember a me boss that... Me Don,"

I rolled my eyes.

Tossing the the cigarette out the window.

"The whole box..." Ratty mumbled lowly.

I ignored.
A who deh bredda ya mon.

"Boom," Ratty answered a phone call, I watched him keenly from the corner of my eye.

"A weh ya say? So... Alright, we will link," he disconnected the call.

"Yow..." I heard the chime tone of the WhatsApp mic button,

"Watch ya nuh... A man weh nah drive link Young Don..."

I haven't heard that name in a while, I thought.

"... And tell him fi watch him head back," I looked across at him.

They had a WhatsApp badman group.

"... A squaddy just link me a say them corp..." he looked across at me.

"One a fi them own missing over a hour now, and the Babylon bwoy them about fi start ruuuh dung eh place. Tell eh driver dem fi spilt up... Some take eh Brunswick and some teck Gordon pen... Tail them can head back pan eh base... Lock eh shoes them and wait fi further notice from eh man," he released the voice note.

I knitted my eyebrows.

Who missing?

"Who missing?" I asked out loud.

"Me no know..." He coldly responded.

But I knew he was lying.

He knew, he just didn't want me to know.