The UWI Lecturer & the Politician's Son BOOK 3- The King of Kingston

Chapter Two: The Best Man I Know

Malikai

Mi affi hurry up and leff da place ya cause right now mi head out fi buss off!

Mi jump inna di car and before mi coulda speed outta the driveway, mi phone start ring.

But mi can't even look pon the phone much more answer it.  Mi head a beat!

Mi tek mi gun outta mi waist and put it pon di passenger seat.

"You have received one new message from Ollie," Siri said aloud in the car. "Would you like me to read it?"

I sped out the driveway.

Mi nuh know where mi a drive guh...but mi know mi can't stay here. Mi can't deh nowhere near her right now. 

"You have one new message from Wifey...would you like me to read it?"

The fire inna mi chest was raging.  

My wife was thinking too much. Over analyzing and I know it's what she does...and she won't let this go.

Fuck! I slammed my fist against the steering wheel.

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I get to August Town around thirty minutes later and by now mi calm down, just enough to be able to hold my composure. 

The meeting Ana disturbed earlier was between me and the A-Town man dem who were under my orders...but it was only to prepare them for this meeting right here and now. Brief them about the major contract coming our way. 

I noticed the white Audi SUV parked outside my office and immediately, my entire disposition changed. Whatever emotions I was just feeling got shoved to the back of my mind because I simply have no choice but to. In my line of work, I can't mix the personal with the criminal no time at all. 

Mi chest heavy and I am worried sick about the state of things with my wife right now. But mi can't let that stop me.

Parking the car in the lot in front of the place, I noticed Juba walking up to the car. 

All him? Mi need fi give him a page to, because mi nuh know how him see her a roll up inna di meeting, bex and heated and him nuh stop ar.

Not that anyone could anyway, if I'm being honest. To stop Ana you'd have to touch her...and di wholla dem know that's off rass limits. 

Mussi wah smaddy dead inna dis.

"Bossy, di man dem deh ya." He said as I put my gun back in my waist and under my shirt. 

"I can see that."

"They wanted optimal privacy, so Ollie went with them inside." Juba was educated, but sometimes I forget. Especially when him chip into the propa English. 

I nodded and made my way inside the community center. We been a try arrange this meeting fi weeks now. It can't get fucked by nuttn. 

Mi look round pan Juba before I entered the office.

"If nuh fuckry like wah gwaan today gwaan again, yuh affi guh ansa fi it, yere dat?" And mi serious to. Him nuh know all that is at stake here, but him need fi do him job and that is simply to keep the order in this place. 

"Yes, Boss man, mi hear yuh." He nodded. 

Good.

Opening the door to my office, I'm greeted with Ollie handing me a glass of some Bourbon and giving me a slight nod as the men sitting at my table got up to shake my hand. Personal assistant to the Prime Minister, Alex Kennedy, and the Prime Minister's cousin, Reggie Holman. Kennedy wore a casual floral button-down short with dress pants and dress shoes. Him remind me a little of a light skinned Winford Williams from Onstage. Reggie for some reason had on a full rass suit and tie with and if I were to compare him to smaddy in looks it may be Oral Tracy. Him fat, black, bald and as far as my intel give me, he likes to joke around.