Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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As my eyes read through the text messages, they repeated in my head like a loud whisper bursting through my head like a nail.
My heart stopped.
For a second, I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The words blurred in front of me, my vision tunneling. No. Not now. Not when I was thousands of miles away.
My pulse slammed against my ribs as I stumbled to my feet, gripping the seat to steady myself. A wave of panic crashed over me, drowning out every other thought.
I turned sharply to Matteo, my voice rough, barely recognizable. "Tell the pilot fi guh faster."
Matteo frowned. "Fada Whyte, the jet already deh at its max —"
I didn't let him finish. My legs moved on their own, my body running on pure instinct as I stormed toward the cockpit. I shoved the door open, my presence slamming into the space like a hurricane. The pilot flinched, turning to look at me with wide eyes.
"Mek dis jet go faster," I demanded, my voice a sharp blade.
The pilot hesitated. "Sir, we're already at maximum velocity. Any more, and we risk—"
I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head.
"If me nuh reach Blct Jamaican exactly before me youth dem born just consider yuh self dea," I hissed. My hand trembled, but my resolve was unshakable. "Yuh understand?"
The pilot's face paled, his hands tightening on the controls.
"Sir, I—I'll do my best," he stammered, adjusting the settings, pushing the aircraft as hard as it could go.
I didn't move. Couldn't. My body was tense, my heartbeat erratic.
Matteo stormed in behind me, his voice laced with panic. "Chris, weh the fuck yah do?!"
I barely acknowledged him. My focus was locked on the sky outside, on the horizon that separated me from Zuri.
Matteo grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back, but I shoved him off, hard. He stumbled, catching himself against the wall.
"Don't Blct touch Matteo," I growled, my voice raw, broken. "I can't miss this. I can't."
Matteo straightened, rubbing his jaw where I had hit him. "Me understand man. You love her. You fuck it up, but this anuh the way—"
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh, dragging a hand down my face. "You nuh fucking understand Bredda.My voice cracked. "Zuri literally a yuh ina labor. Right now. And mi not even deh near har by a mile fi support har."
The weight of it crushed me, suffocated me.
I should be there. Holding her hand. Whispering that everything would be okay.
