Twisted Love

15

Monday 7:15am
Unknown's POV:

I watched as her hips swayed in the tight royal blue skirt she wore.

Hmmm.

I pulled my eyes from her disappearing figure and focused on the picture attached to the nude folder that sat comfortably on my car's front seat.

It was her.

Nivea Lee.

I chuckled humorlessly then speed dialed his number.

The phone rang twice before he picked up, and when he did, there was silence.

"Trap, mi find har." I said.

There was shuffling on his end before a female's voice sounded through the device.

"Jerome? Where you running off to?" The woman asked in broken English.

Like di dawg did a mash up supm before we call.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." He responded.

There was some kissing sounds before the call returned to silence.

"Where?" He said after a while.

"New Kingston at Hill Side Preparatory." I replied.

"Oh? Suh she finally got the job as the counselor? Interesting."

There was the sound of a door being closed.

"So what's the next step?" I asked.

"Continue watching." He replied dryly.

I nodded my head as if he could see me.

"Richie." He said again.

"Yeah boss?"

"Ensure yuh find me pickny. I'm looking forward to a family reunion real soon." With that he hung up.

I placed my phone on the folder then reversed out of the school yard.

It's always something with this man.

•••

That same day, 8:56am
Azriel's POV:

I rest my head on the back of my chair and massaged my temples.

You sure you don't want to take a break?

Mi good man.

Dat yuh did seh di last time an end up inna hospital.

I let out an aggravated sigh and ignored my subconscious.

It's nothing a panadol can't fix.

"Gutta!" I called out.

My trusted friend popped his head into my office.

"Wapm?" He asked.

"Guh source one medium soup fi mi an two panadol." I ordered.

"Usual?" He asked.

"Yes."

He nodded in understanding then went to leave the room.

As soon as he touched the door handle, the office door flung open.

What the actual fuck?