The Jamaican Savage and Ratched Forever Kinda Love

Brother from another Mother

Reign's POV

'Dats why mi affi rate Casidy so much eno! As a real G... C just know how fi fit the profile even widout mi affi tell har!' This I could brag and boast about anytime and 'di fact  dat nuh pussy cyaan call har name a road, nuh day...'

Mr. Chatty Mouth stopped baffling for a while as Casidy graced the stairs. Taking a step forward, he held his hands out to assist Casidy with the last step. 'Di fuck him feel like???'

He chuckled after the instant rejection he got, Casidy smoothly walked past him and approached me, planting a little speck on my cheeks. She looked around at the three other casually dressed males standing at ease as if they were body guards and smirked.

'Ah mi baby dat ...'

"Meet the Lady of the House, Ms. Casidy Brown!" I proudly introduced.

 "I'm sure he did his research Reign... there's no need for any further introductions.... Lets just cut to the chase and ask what is he doing here and why is my mother in a jail cell as if she's some  vicious criminal?" Casidy answered clearly annoyed.

'Mi well waan mi plan work but the temper C a come wid might throw it all off... Fuck!'

I chuckled it off in hopes that it wouldn't be a 'tit for tat tale' between them both. Just then I heard the clinking of glass as the aroma of Jerk Chicken and the idea fell through. 

"Chicken ready man!" I glanced over to Casidy as we walked over to  the  kitchen island where the foil tin was. 

"Boss lady a your time eno!" TP smirked, knowing that Casidy would complain about sharing. "Just mek mi get a leg quart and mi wi alright! Dats all...." he said innocently, drifting away from the area. 

"Suppose mi neva come round here, wa yuh woulda do?" she strode over to the kitchen sink and pumped some soap in her hands. "Next time unu a do this mi a stay inna mi bed cause mi nuh know how uno love depend pon mi so..."

'Yeah man dat wi keep her distracted!'

"Wa yuh waan fi drink famo... mi have ... just look and choose yaa!" I pointed over to the wine chiller.

I had to strategically get him comfortable so we could ease into the agenda. 'Bout fam... mek wi see waan gwaan!'

"Aaahright..." He answered while making his way over and carefully browsing through after which he settled with a water. 

By now, Casidy was chopping up the chicken  so she could start sharing. Detective Rutherland stood closely to her, a little too close, as she chopped up a breast quarter and snatched a wing tip from the cutting board.

Casidy slammed the chopper into the cutting board and instantly my heart leapt to my throat. 

'Bombo-claat!'

Their face off was no less than the scenes in the Western movies and we were all literally on the edge of our  stools. If he as much as flinched then our reaction would be one that would be foretold for centuries. 

"Tek yuh dutty hand outta di people dem food... surely you know better than that ... detective!" Casidy shouted.

I was so relieved when he lifted his hands and placed the wing tip in his mouth, and by the looks of everyone else around, I surely wasn't the only one who was also. 

Casidy didn't as much as flinch, she bore the 'if yuh feel yuh bad' demeanor and maintained her stare as she butchered the chicken breast.

"Fiesty I see!" Detective Rutherland commented. "I'm sure this one gives a whole lot of trouble fam..." he prolonged as he walked back over to the wine cooler. "Infact..."