Zyairie POV
**********************************************************(Taking attendance seh rrrskrrr!
Oye seh it eno!)• 2 am Spanish town by pass •
Driving through the traffic I made a turn at the corner as the soldiers got up from the booth to come stop in front my car
"Come outta eh car," one says I smirk the car is fully tinted
They're pointing their guns at the car all surrounding it
I smile
Opening the door I got out as they looked at me weirdly
I stagger to the side with the bottle of Hennessy. Falling to the ground my hennessy bottle roll to the side I cough profusely
"Tek him up," another says as they grab onto me roughly
"Oye nuh waah no bagga man man a touch mi eno," I slur flashing them off
"Nuh fi bwoy zyairie dis,?" The same soldier from yesterday says laughing
"Bwoy mi neva tell yuh seh mah go kill yuh,?" He adds grabbing my shirt
"Who you mon," I slur vision blurring I cough as they let go off me placing me on a chair
They start the jeep throwing me in it after a while they drive off
The same one takes my key out my hand
"My car dis now caz dead yuh dead," he laughs as his fellow comrades do the same
They drive up to an abandoned building dragging me along I cough once more as they go deep into the building
"Lean him desso," he instructs
So him run tings?
"Pussy beg fi yuh life," he says point the gun at me
I keep my head down
"You mah talk to eno suck pussy bwoy," he says kicking me over I close my eyes
"Wampu to yuh," I slur once more moving around
A call comes through the walkie talkie instructing them to come back to base quickly
"Yo we ago cut yaah do dis n fawad,?" He nods still pointing the gun at me
They leave in the jeep leaving him here with me
Perfect.
"Seh yuh last words," he says as I look up at the gun I cough once more
Evil slam the gun over his head as he drops dylan extends a hand to me taking me off the ground I look at my shirt
Battybwoy mek mi mess up mi shirt I kick him he's out cold
"Drop him inna eh car trunk," I instruct as Zesser pulls up back with the soldier jeep with blood on him
"Dem dead man," he says
Cya believe dem neva realize seh a imposter deh bout and dem claim dem go through all training fi know dem ting yah
Dem ting lil bit mon!
"Wah bout eh mark x,?". I instruct him on that he nods I take off my shirt throwing it into a pile before lighting it I watch it burn
Making sure no evidence is left I got into the car driving to my other warehouse
Pulling into my building evil, dylan and zesser exit the car before jet takes it underground I walk into the store normal
Stopping at the door I laugh alongside with dylan as kev takes our pictures from the building next door making sure the camera sees us we walk inside
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