Trigga Pov
"Pussyhole tell me one reason why me nuh fi shoot you ina u bomboclaat head"
"Because w..w...we a brother" Damian stutter as I have my gun to his head.
"Mek mi go a Norwood and nuh see her and see if me go care if we related pussy." I say as I walk out of the hotel room and walk onto the balcony lighting my spliff.
He had one job to do and that was keep his fucking mouth shut and he managed to fuck it up.
Back track to an hour ago
I walk out the bathroom in my polo shorts and my merina in hand. Britney is not in the bedroom. I walk towards the balcony and she is not there either. I grab my phone to call her and her phone rings on the night stand.
What the fuck this.
I dial Quick foot and put the phone on speaker.
"H..h... hello" he answers.
"Fuck you a answer the phone suh fah? Me forward out a the shower and nuh see Britney. Me a wonder wah gwaan." I say grabbing the key card used to enter the room and walking out.
"Dawg me...me...me...me think me know why."
"Then talk nuh badman" I respond getting annoyed as I enter the elevator and pressing the lobby button.
"Me call your phone boh 15 minutes ago and it look like a she answer."
"Suh that a wah if she answer?"
"Me kinda call your alias"
"You do wah!" I shout in the phone now moving it from my ears to look at the screen. "You a fucking idiot? one fucking instruction me give you and you manage to fuck it up"
"A 10:30pm now mek sure by 11:00pm you deh a d hotel room with Britney " I say while ending the call.
To present time
It's now 12am and Quick foot is here without Britney and even though we forward out a the same pussy me feel fi kill him.
Nah seh me never did go tell the B seh a me a the Don but that a after she married to me and fall in love. Them time deh she stuck willingly now me go have to force her. That me never want.
"Shout Pinpin and tell him fi check him gyal and tell me if Britney deh a her foot." I say to Quick still smoking my weed.
I hear him on the phone talking to Pinpin and about ten minutes after he walks out to the balcony saying the best friend hasn't seen or heard from her from Sunday.
Wah kind a bomboclaat best friend this yah, u nuh hear from u friend from Sunday and today a Friday. That means she not even know seh Britney did deh a hospital.
I have a great mind put a shot ina r face to. Britney cyah keep nuh friendship with da gyal deh no more.
"Wah we go do now, she leave the phone weh the tracker on and we cyah send out the man them caz u nuh want them know seh u n her a deal." He says.
I take the spliff from between my lips and take out my phone dialing a number and placing the call on speaker.
"Britney Spence, 18. Alive"
I disconnect the call and get up from my seat walking to the room.
I need to stop messing around with this girl but I don't want her scared of me.
"Dawg, she go traumatized if you mek them go find her"
"Me did ask u anything? Shut the fuck up and gwaan home before me change me mind and murder you Quick."
YOU ARE READING
Jamaican Don Secret Wife Book 1
General FictionThey say love is beautiful if it is unexpected and real but I am learning that even the unexpected love can be harmful to us..............