On The Block // Jamie

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A couple days later, Chaash must've patterned the ting because we were back at the beach and shipment of food  was being loaded onto another boat. "So what happens when they get over to Spain?" I asked Chaash but he didn't reply.

"How can you be sure this ain't gonna go like the last one?" Jamie asked.

"Bro, I promise you, this time, everything's under control." Chaash reassured him. Khrito came over and spoke in Darija with Chaash, then, a few minutes later, the boat went off.

Later on that day, we were still with Chaash and Khrito at the beach. Chaash had a phone call and when he hung up, he looked annoyed. "What's goin' on?" Jamie asked.

"Happened again, cuz," Chaash said, "Fuckin' feds were waitin' for us."

"So why the fuck you sound so calm about that, bro?" Jamie asked, confused.

"I'm gonna handle it, innit,"

"G, what do you mean han—" Jamie shouted.

"I said I'll fuckin' handle it, innit!" Chaash shouted back, cutting him off, getting in Jamie's face. Chaash sighed and walked off.

He exchanged words with his friend in Darija and then he... pulled out a gun and... shot him in the head with.. no hesitation.

I put my hands over my mouth and took a step back. The man dropped to the floor and blood went everywhere. The longer I looked at the scene, the more sick I felt. How many times now? I think thats 3 times I've seen someone get shot? Fuckin' hell.

"Bruv, what the fuck, man?" Jamie said, also looking mad shocked at what just happened. Chaash sighed and came over to us.

"Khrito was the one that sold us out, innit?" He said, kissing his teeth, "Let's go." Jamie and I, both still in shock, ended up following after him.

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Jamie and I were at the beach again. He was stood with his shirt off, admiring the view of the horizon meanwhile I was stood admiring the view beside me.

I'm sorry, but what can I do when there's a handsome, shirtless man with dark skin and a little bit of bling standing with the sun bouncing off him? What else am I supposed to look at? 

Then, his ringtone began to play from his pocket,  "Yo," He said, picking his phone up.

I could decipher Dushane's voice on the 
other end of the line, "Yo, talk to me," He said.

"Job's done. That big your had a snitch, still. It was his right hand." Jamie explained, holding the phone to his ear.

"Fuckin' jokin'," Dushane said, "So it's dealt with properly, yeah?"

"Yeah, man, it's done," Jamie said, and we began to walk along the beach.

"A'ight listen," Dushane said, "Come home now, innit. I need you on the roads."

Jamie stayed quiet for a second before responding, "Say nothin'," He said and then hung up, putting his phone away. We continued to walk slowly down the beach, exchanging small conversation.