Fatal Attraction (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 32•

Jack's Hill||Kingston||Tuesday||10:00 P.M

Imani Sybron

"What was so important mi affi come up here so?"

My father turned to look at me from his bar stool.

Whenever him invite me anywhere me just know a some fuckery keep up and him want me clean it up.

Did affi leave Chey and Marcia to look after Tali until I got back, although she grumbled and argued about me leaving she still allowed me to go.

"Wah kinda slackness yaah keep up Chinna?" Jonathon questions, sipping from his glass.

Mi just know a some Hennessy him a drink.

Das all him drink.

"Slackness" I stated nodding my head, "whatever tabs yuh have pon me take dem off".

I see that his men got up to circle me, I kept my eyes low to see what positions they all stood in.

Is a set up?.

I chuckle to myself, "weh yuh want now?".

"Mi hear seh a Ruel daughter put yuh sister inna hospital, and yuh never do nutn bout it"

"Mi never hear dat"

"So wah yuh hear den?"

"It nuh matter what me hear caz a long time Brielle a look fi sumody lick har, yuh no give har no pardon so she always waah bully people because yuh big and bad, she fucking lucky, a your problem dat now"

He sat there looking at me, as if he was trying to decipher if I was being serious or not.

Of course I'm serious.

Naah pick up fi Brielle no more.

He motions to the bartender and she pours me a glass of Hennessy, "come have a drink with mi".

"No"

"Come man"

"Mi good bredda, me no thirsty"

He shrugs in response, downing both glasses then he got up to face me.

The closer he stepped, the closer his men got to me.

I sighed putting my hands up in surrender.

"Get fi understand seh yuh still a work against me with him bwoii, yuh nuh learn nutn", he pulls my gun from my waist and I let him.

Whatever he wanted to do, I'll let him do it.

As long as it meant I could keep my girlfriend and my best friend safe, fine.

Him cyaah kill me because soon as me go missing fi more than a hour without a message, Beck have authority fi kill him.

Him and anybody else in the way.

"Get to the point" I tell him, fed up with the bagga chatting.

He didn't get a chance to say what he wanted, four men walked in wearing masks with their rifles aimed and ready to shoot.

Nobody but English.

Mi know him wouldn't make me stay up here more than a couple minutes. When Beck will allow a hour, English naah allow it.

"Don", Franco.

"Gov"

"Yuh really waah go against yuh own fada?" Jonathon questions.

"Nobody naah go against yuh, you choose your road and mi naah go down deh wid yuh", he put my hands down, "mi gun".

He hands it to me with a sneer, "this nuh ova yasso".