Holding my gun to his head, I hold my composure, watching him keenly with a smirk on my face.
Hi, I'm Za'Riyah Noel Malcom and no, I'm not a little innocent girl that moved to the city or is building a life. I've got it all. I'm a 23 year old Mafia...
Continuation... Uptown, Kingston📍 Tuesday, April 1st 6:54p.m.
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♥ZA'RIYAH NOEL MALCOM|23♥
"Alexa, turn on the lights." I speak to my AI system.
The light flicks on.
"Yuh know yuh coulda pull the trigger, right?"
Screaming I drops the bags on the floor, taking out my gun.
"Hi, hi. I'm not armed." He stands up, raising his hand in surrender.
"Wah dih hell yahh do innah me house!" I whisper yell, still holding up my gun.
As the words leave my mouth, the sound of my front door being knocked fills the room.
"Boss, yuh gud!?" My security asks.
I look at the man before then back at the door.
"Yeah, I thought I saw a roach." I lie, looking back at Quamir Washington.
"Alright." Fucking stupid. How the hell him deh here and people come innah mih house?
I listen as he walks away before I turn back to Quamir.
"Why and how are you here?"
"Yuh security love sleep." He chuckles and shrug. Yeah, mih know. Ago tell daddy fih change him. People coulda come in here come kill mih and him still no aware.
"Why are you here?" I ask again.
"Pull the trigger." He says sincerely. I squint my eyes, looking at him.
"Bro, get the fuck outta my house." I tell him. I will pull this trigger if he temps me.
Mmhm.
I will.
"Za'Riyah."
"Get the fuck outta mih house!" I put a little more pressure on the trigger as he approaches me.
"Yuh feel it to, don't it?" He asks, I take a step back. "...the connection...the need for each other's body." He continues.
Yes.
That's exactly how I felt earlier today. And to be honest, I haven't stopped feeling like that, I just tried my best to put it at the back of my mind.
