Twisted Love

7

Tuesday, 1:15pm
Azriel's POV:

I breathed out a cloud of smoke and relaxed into my office chair.

Need fi wull a medz before dah man yah forward.

As soon as that thought left my mind, a knock sounded on my office door.

"Bossy Mr Johnson reach enuh." Gutta said pushing his head in the room.

The big head man nah stop call mi bossy enuh.

"Sen him in." I replied.

I crushed the blunt in the ashtray n sat upright awaiting my visitor's entrance.

Not long after, the door swung open to reveal a short man. He wore a crisp blue suit with a Rolex adorning his left hand and he had on designer shoes.

I watched as he walked with a confident stride to stand infront of my desk.

I gestured to the seat infront of me, indicating that he could sit, but he refused.

All di better.

"Mi nahve time fi waste enuh yute suh let's get this over with." He began.

I chuckled at his bold behaviour.

Like him wah we duppy him enuh.

Easy.

I stared at him with blank eyes and waited for him to speak.

"See di hospital fees here, di compensation we want fi di pain weh mi son endure an di compensation mi want fi mi come over here from work." He finished pushing three sheets of paper infront of me.

I chuckled at his audacity.

Him crazy if him think we a pay none a dat.

At least him know weh him want, but him nuh muss get weh him want though.

"Me nah pay none a dat enuh so it's best you pick dem up back." I said gesturing to the papers.

A deep frown formed on his face.

"Weh the fuck yuh mean!?" He yelled.

I chuckled again.

"Exactly weh mi seh. Mi nah pay fi dat."

He hissed his teeth.

Bet mi knock dem out.

"Hear weh me a seh." He began, attempting to assert his dominance.

"Yuh son bruck mi son hand. Suh annuh ask mi a ask yuh fi pay mi, a tell mi a tell yuh fi dweet."

Him think a likkle boy him a talk to?
Never know a we a him son.
We annuh twenty four again?

I chuckled.

I rose from my seated position then walked around the table to face him.

He turned around to face me and pushed out his chest.

"Mek mi mek diss clear, yuh nuh tell me weh fi do an as far as I know a your son did a provoke mine suh anything weh him get, him deserve." I said calmly.

"A wapm to dah pussy yah!" He screamed.

Like him see a casket weh him like enuh bossy.

I grabbed him by his collar and removed my gun from my waist. I pulled him closer to me and placed the nuzzle of my firearm to his forehead.

"Wah seh dat again?" I asked.

I watched as he shook his head frantically.

"Yuh did ave nuff chat before suh why yuh nah talk now?"