Twisted Love

20

"It was the consequence for their actions"

Friday, 12:00am
Azriel's P.O.V:

I stared at the sleeping couple.

Two a dem well cuddle up wid no cares inna di world.

I lightly chuckled at their peaceful state.

Wonder if mi fi juss kill dem inna dem sleep.

I looked over to Gutta then gave him a head nod.

On my cue, he raised his weapon and hit Dave with it.

Immediately, he sprung from his slumber.

"A weh di bombo- babes...babes wake up." He said shaking Nicky from her slumber.

My baby mother rose from her sleep with a yawn then looked in my direction.

Immediately her eyes widened.

"Azriel?" She asked shakely.

Oh?

I gave Capo his long awaited signal then I watched as he quickly made his way towards Nicky and placed a rag filled with chloroform over her nose.

She struggled to get free but to no avail.

I looked towards Gutta and saw that he had already knocked Dave unconscious.

I threw Capo and Gutta the ropes and they bound Dave and Nicky's hands and feet together then tied a piece of white cloth over their mouth.

Cyah ave dem a wake up Halfway through the journey an a fuck everything up.

"Ready?" Gutta asked.

I nodded my head 'yes' then both men pulled the unconscious bodies towards the room door.

They pulled the adults across the tiled floor then came to a halt when they reached the front door.

I pulled my black balaclava over my head and used my gloved hand to open the door.

Once outside, the men threw both unconscious individuals into the big white van we designated for such activities.

I went into the driver's seat the  Gutta and Capo got in.

"Yuh sure bout diss boss man?" Gutta asked.

Capo and I stared at him.

"Mi mean slapping a pickney annuh really nothing. Mi sure unu madda did slap unu when unu younger." Gutta defended.

Immediately I was ticked off.

Capo removed his gun from his waistband and started to fiddle with it.

He looked towards me.

"Seh di word an him chalk out." He said referring to Gutta.

I shook my head 'no' and glared at the man who seemingly couldn't understand my course of action.

"Slapping a pickney annuh nothing?" I asked.

When he didn't respond I let out a dark chuckle.

"Yuh mean fi tell me seh a yute weh lick mi son inna him back till him black an blue an mek him cyah even lean up him back pon a chair goods, nuh deserve fi dead?" I asked.

Gutta opened his mouth to speak but I cut him.

"Mi nuh give a fuck bout if a yute wah slap a pickney enuh, but yuh see when it come on to mine, him try nuh mek even a breeze ketch him."