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I didn't cry much at my dad's funeral. Neither did my mom or sister. But, Amoy, as usual always being overly dramatic and disgusting wanted emotional 'support' from my man.
A my man and mi neva yet ask him fi dat.....
Vladimir on the other hand..has been acting strange. Ever since we got back from Jamaica he's just been distant.
The incident with his mom happened last week. After we 'made up' he hasn't been the best but he wasn't the worst. At least, he wasn't acting like this.
He only utters 2 worded sentences to me and is always "busy with work"
I wonder what is keeping him busy though. Is he killing people?
That's what gangsters do. After finding out what it is that he does I never inquired much about it. I just went with the impulsive assumptions.
Which.....don't make sense. At. All.
My eyebrows knitted in confusion hearing the female voice from downstairs call Vladimir's name.
I looked at Vladimir who was sound asleep before leaving the bed to find out who suh brite fi a call my man name suh loud inna him house.
I made my way downstairs as anticipation coursed through me. I honestly have no clue as to what I'm expecting to see.
Finally, I saw a brunette who wore red bottoms with her hair in a messy bun that still happened to add to her beauty, a khaki coat with dark gray dress pants and a white dress shirt. Her outfit screamed wealth, confidence, and control.
One of her shaped eyebrows raised at my presence before she scanned me from head to toe. I too looked down on my gray pjs.
"For a slut you seem to not know your place."
I sighed. Why can't they assume I'm his girlfriend? Y'all are so....weird.
And I can just bet she's some possessive one-night stand who doesn't take no.
Wait, so is just anybody can come up inna dis?
Mi honestly nuh inna nuh mood fi argue wid a soul right now.
"Why are you here?" I asked in a fed-up tone.
"Go get Vladimir and tell him his wife is here to see him."
Wife? A weh yuh nah seh?
Which wife is barely at her husband's home? And which wife has a next girl a tek care a har man?
"Fi a wife you act like the slut."
"Stop talking and go get my husband" she answered pointing the gun she swiftly removed from her coat pocket at me.
What. The. Fuck?
She want mi stab har in har neck back? A miss dat shi want mek shi come a point gun pon mi.
