Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Ninety Six

Chanize POV

Saturate me in your anointing
Saturate me in your presence
I've gotta have more of your anointing, in my life
saturate me oh Lord today

Every one worshipped.

While we all stand, Dwayne and his cronies remained seated.

The church was full today, most being gangsters. And honestly I did feel... A way, as weh we Jamaicans would a say.

And I truly didn't.

My cousin already flew out... Heard that he will be coming back soon.

Glad him get straight.

My grandma was shock to me at church today, and as per usual Biggs didn't turn up. But that's fine, by evening. Every one will know why we all gather here.

Looking over my shoulders, I watched him, gnawing over me, staring at my ass, slowly going down to my legs. The dress was classy, it covered me up well, because I knew that I should show respect in the house of God.

Our eyes locked, and my heart raced a bit.
I don't know why everytime I see this man the nostalgic feeling when he sent call me floods my memories,

"Young Don a call you,"

I almost forgot that's his alias, I got so use to moaning his government name.

Dwayne

Dwayne

The voice in my head kept whispering.

God... No

I quickly looked away.

I have sinned.

What I doing... Fantazing about in church.

I cleared my throat lowly.

Every one had their eyes closed, even Dwayne co workers... Because what else can I call them?

It was just him and I.

Against the world as usual.

I hang my head low.

Shivering, I gasped lightly feeling his fingers, tricking up my thighs, pinching my stocking as he slipped his hand further up my dress, wrapping his palm around my thighs.

Is it bad that he turning me on?

Will I go to Hell because of this?

Is wrong that I want to leave and...

"Thank you Jesus..." a low  voice breathed into the microphone.

Dwayne squeezed my inner thigh before letting go.

"Thank you all for being here... Before we get started, today we have a few new faces..." The pastor careful analyzed the crowd,

"And we have old ones," he looked at me... Then Dwayne.

"Come to the altar."

My heart raced.

Everyone was look at us now.

Standing up, Dwayne held on to my waist as he slipped passed me,

"Forward nuh," he reached for my hand.

Everyone started to sit down.

The church was quiet.

"Today..." The pastor began to speak again, "We are here to celebrate..."

"Wull on elder," Dwayne cut him off,

"Me have a few words me wah say before you start," Dwayne stared at me,