ʙᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍɪ ᴛʏᴘᴇ

Stumble

Zyairie POV
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I aim at his head pulling the trigger as his body drops with a thud. Blood splatters all over the white background

Doing the same for the next four men on their knees back facing me

They each fall one by one lifeless blood spilling onto the floor. Taking off my gloves I threw them in the bin

Hate fucking informer...nothing mi hate like a traitor and a liar a very bad liar!

Walking away I exit the room as the mexicans rushed in with the hungry pit bulls

I light my spilff puffing it thinking about the current situation and how to solve it. What do I do? Not like I can kill him he's just a suspect

But mi nah tek no check dem bwoy yah woulda kill yuh fi a fuckin mintball

Trust me

Cruel fucking world out yah believe but mi crueler memba dat! Mah di devil himself if yuh fuvk wid weh mi luv

Ignoring the calls from my phone I sighed she just won't stop calling. As much as mi wah ansa mi cya do dat

Going to the car I made my way to johns road

Afi link Skippa

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"So dat gwaan," skippa says I nod taking in the new information

"Nah go lie nutn no mek sense," he whispers

I look at him

Weh him mean by that?

Wah nah mek sense..?

Same thing we hear a commotion coming from outside and death threats

I don't move this isn't my grung nuh responsible fi nobody yasso Skippa a dem don him solve dem problems

I sit puffing my spilff listening attentively my hand is on my waist waiting for a pop off

Skippa comes back inside calling me I rock my legs sipping my liquor

It's 9 am

Lamaya would kill me knowing I'm drinking this early without eating anything for days. Probably be so upset wid mi she leff mi

Again

She cya do dat even if she go deh wid a badda man! Or a politician whoever kill mah go kill him and she

Nah not she just him

I made my way outside seeing a female with a crying baby who looks about to one

She's crying also and the men are looking at her as if she killed their loved ones or some shit. Who is she?

"She seh she a javi baby mada," skippa says making me raise a brow

Javi nuh just 18...ute a shoot mon well did dead dat dead now..a rotten some weh tuh

"Talk," I say turning to the female

"Mi and jay did deh until mi get pregnant den afta dat him nuh mind kace and afta how much mi beg him a wen him feel like him gimmie supmu and di baby nuh eat from Tuesday and mi nuh know weh fi do," she cried trying to hush the baby

I stare at her and all this time she had been making eye contact

She nah lie

One ting mi learn a body language yuh body language always gi yuh weh even if yah try hard fi hide it