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Re-loading my Glock I looked at him leaning on the wall as the red lights illuminate the room giving off a ominous vibe.
"Yaaguh talk or mi fi mek mi gun talk fi yuh?" I asked getting bored and more angry as the time passes by.
Worst like how man woman leff dem.
Staying silent he looked at me in fear as I came closer to him.
The bullet piercing his foot as the deafening sound of his screams and the spent shell casings hitting the floor next door mixed, creating music to my ears.
Man dem kill him family. O.
"If yuh did jus talk yuh family wouldn't ova deh suh liddung in a blood. Unuh fi jus hear morewhile." I said as his head hung low.
Him a try hide the fact seh both the shot weh him just get inna him foot and hearing him parents and siblings get corn up nuh hot.
Sad, we nah nuh mercy tho.
"Yuh wife and pickney still leff, do the right cause as dem hear a shot go off ova yassuh dem corn dem up." I said lowly getting even more upset.
If dem hear mi shot him one more time dat suppose to mean seh him dead and we naago have nuh use fi him family either suh why not kill dem?
Leave no witness.
"Him a live a March Pen Rd. Him seh him a di don and him nuh fraid a yuh likkle bwoy badness. Mi nuh know exactly where but please yute! Have mercy." He said as I looked at him.
Mi still ago kill him.
Taking my phone out I stepped back still keeping the gun on him.
Dialing brain's number I waited for him to answer.
"Yow brain. Dem seh the youth live a March Pen Rd. A one yute weh gwan like seh him a don." I said as he hummed.
Dem fool deh weh wah prove seh dem bad easy fi find and easier fi kill.
Hearing my phone ping I smiled in satisfaction. "See the address deh mi don."
Hanging up I used the Parabellum to shoot him, his throat spewing blood as it lodged in his esophagus.
