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Tristen Geovanni Escoffery/450 22 Tristen secret warehouse December 1, 11:43 am
2 weeks later
"Bossy the yute escape wid the thing ino," one of my workers said to me with a hint of fear in his voice
One of my trusted workers stole guns and ammunition from one of my warehouses in Westmoreland and it's been a week since he is M I A and no one can find him.
"Weh yah seh to mi yute," I got irritated while pulling out my gun from my waist.
"Bossy mi-nuh."
Before he could say another word I shot him right in his eye causing his body to make a loud bang! sound on the ground.
Some of my other workers jumped at the sudden gunshot.
"Uno cleans up this fuck and mek sure uno find the pussy Weh thief mi things," I said through gritted teeth.
I walked out of the warehouse with a smug look on my face.
All them pussy yah do a just sidung and a waste bomboclaut time like seh Anuh work them a work.
My phone started ringing and I saw that Tania was calling me.
I answered the video call and got in the driver seat of my car.
Since we had the date a few weeks ago we have become a little closer I would say because she calls me something and we text regularly.
She also got a full-time job at a call center and was now one of the best in the company.
"Wham babes," I said while leaning up my phone so she could see me.
"Weh u deh?"
"Mi a drive guh studio a wah happen."
I had to lie because I didn't want her in the world of violence and might I add that she doesn't know I'm the don for Jamaica she only thinks I'm an artist.
And to be honest mi wah tell har but mi nuh wah she run Weh as wi start talk good.
"Nothing, just bored and just a call random contact" She smiled into the camera.
"Oh, Suh why a mi contact yuh call?" I asked while raising my eyebrows.
