Now, driving back home, with Prince's hands gripped on my thighs,
He then made a a U -turn and stopped the car.
Leaning towards me,
We began to make out right there in the car, his hand on my throat and the other still gripped on my thighs.
Both my hands playing in his hair, he then adjusted the seat, which dropped way to the back
My feet highs up on the dashboard, as Prince pressed his whole weight on top of me
As my feet was in on the dashboard I began to move it, which I heard something heavy dropped.
As curious as I am I patted him on the shoulder telling him that something had dropped.
He got up and went over to his seat and looked, I then sat up straight and looked down trying to see what it was
I locked eyes with a gun, I was frightened at first but then Prince took up it and began to clean it off.
He looked over at me realizing that I was surprised, but then he said.
"B juss chill nuh mon wah mek yah gwan suh fraid eeh fraid eeh suh ?"
"No b is just dat mi neva know seh yuh did avve gun"
"Wah yuh mean, who yuh tink run the streets when some pussy a try dem self inna York yah?"
"Mi nuh know ...police"
"Police ! Dayna a betta yuh juss leff dat, juss know seh yuh man avve gun and any pussy weh a fuck round yuh mih will deal wid dem from here on out yerr?"
Nodding my head, he went over and kissed me on my forehead then on my lips.
"See yuh tomorrow mi ooman."
"Later."
I said softly, I then got out of his car and went over to my gate, looking back I saw him admiring me, but then he turned the car around and parked it over his yard.
Bwoii mi nuh know wah me guh put mi self inna but all mi know seh mi already in a it and me nuh think me can come out.
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Bad Man A Weh She Love : A Jamaican Love Story
RomanceDayna-Kay ' Dayna' a pastor's daughter, who's only goal is to live up to her father's expectations, well, that and to get Prince the badman to notice her. Even though he lives next door Dayna she has never spoken to him. Yet still she still dreams...
