Chapter 11 - Unsteady

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Chalkline's POV

Chanel got a private section for us at the club where I wouldn't be seen. Kira kept calling, her calls were ignored but I texted her instead.


Kira's Chat

Kira: I am here. Where are you?

Me: Just gwan hang out, get something to drink, I will pay for it.

Kira: Ok, hurry up please.

Ends Chat.

From where I was sitting I could see both her and Sitra. They were having a blast, especially Sitra who was entertaining a man the whole time.

Exactly an hour after Kimona and her friends entered the club. I already brief her on when to make her move.

"Mystro, me aguh move enuh, it's ok if unuh nuh ready."

"Do yuh thing, we just a gwan hold a vibes."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I told Chanel I was leaving and she arranged for me to leave unnoticed and out to a waiting car. I sat in the car and waited for a while until I saw security from outside moving quickly to go inside of the club.

"Action," I said.

"Are you ready to leave Mr. Walker?" my driver asked.

"No, just pull away and park across the road and I will tell you when to leave."

I kept checking my phone to see if anyone was going to call. This was risky because my people were left in the club but I had faith that they knew how to get out.

"Something is happening," My driver said.

"For sure," I replied.

All I saw was when someone flashed past my van, only to see that it was Sitra, no shoes, just the speed of flash, running like she was mad. I laughed so hard I started to cry.

"Aye yuh see har?" I asked my driver.

"She is fast," he replied.

"Yuh fuck!"

Me vex seh dem make she escape enuh. Swear she have to guh run for a team after this. I knew my driver was wondering if I was getting mad at how hard I was laughing in the back of the SUV.

The street was beginning to fill with people running from the club. I saw when my crew came out and I called them. They ran across the street and hopped into my car.

"A wah gwan?" I asked.

"Mi nuh know enuh, but some gyal come in deh and just start wipe Kira Cross the floor," Cross said.

Good going girls.

"Eeeh, just suh?" I asked.

"No, seriously, me just see the crowd move below us and then me see Kira inna the middle and gyal have her hair and fuck it up," Tricia said.

"Me have some pon video," Jade shouted.

"Then anuh that, me nuh know wah Sitra do but one gyal grab her but the way she Jackie Chang the gyal, slap her with a bottle and made her escape was epic as fuck," Mystro said.

I was dying from how they all told their version of what they saw.

"Dawg, weh Stacy deh?" Cross asked.

"Man, somebody came directly for Sitra and Kira, that never just happen suh."

All I could remember was Sitra speeding past the van. Mi sorry dem never hold her and pop her claat to. Nuh have no fucking manners man.

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