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I'm standing in front of him, my back to his chest and I can feel the head radiate off him as he glares at Damaine.
I look around too see if any onlookers are watching us because I'm worried about being seeing publicly with this dangerous man.
He and Damaine has a stare off for a few minutes, not of them not saying anything. Wanting to dismiss Damaine so he gets the hint and leave, I turn my back to him, my chest pressing against Zayvion's.
He meets my eyes for a millisecond before bringing his gaze back to Damaine. I look behind him to see Shyanne laughing and drinking from a cup with a smile on her face as she watches Jazz and her boyfriend's interaction.
He's pointing to Jazz clothes while saying something and he doesn't look too happy.
Not me friend under man government.
The dummy behind me, acting big and brave, knowing damn well he's the opposite, speaks first. "Who yuh be?"
Zayvi's response is solid. "Exactly who yuh think me be."
It nuh obvious say a me man? Damaine just nuff and wants to be seen.
I think Damaine was going to leave now. He has no reason to still be here. But the man open his mouth again.
"I'm her ex fiancé," he discloses and my mouth fell open in shock.
Turning around, I shot him a deadly glare. "Nuh tell nobody say me almost get married to yuh dead dog! Me not even waah nobody know say me know yuh."
He smirks, a mischievous one. "Just did a make yuh likkle boyfriend know how our thing come down."
Likkle?
Zayvion doesn't even flinch. His gaze stays locked on Damaine, ice-cold. "Dah youth yah... kiss me teeth."
Damaine's chest puffs up, but it's all for show. He not fooling anyone, least of all Zayvion. I feel the heat coming off Zayvi, his patience wearing thin.
Me ago run.
Zayvion steps forward, his voice low but every word cut sharp. "Mi nuh business who yuh did be. Ex-fiancé, fianceè? I don't give a fuck. Yuh feel yuh name carry weight 'round mi?"
Damaine opens his mouth like he's about to talk, but Zayvi doesn't give him the chance. "Mi a nuh the type fi mek warnings, mi gi one talk, and dat a it."
