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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The rain poured steadily outside, streaking against the glass in long, uneven trails. It wasn't a storm, not yet .
I stood by the window, one hand wrapped around the cold glass of whiskey, the other resting at my side, fingers twitching slightly. The alcohol burned down my throat.
My phone buzzed on the desk, cutting through the silence.
I didn't move immediately. Just stood there for a moment longer, watching the rain, letting it soak into my mind. Then, without looking, I reached for the phone and answered.
"Yuh get the sommu dem fada Whyte ?"
I turned slightly, eyes landing on the papers once more. My glass hovered near my lips, but I didn't drink. Instead, a slow smirk curled at the corner of my mouth.
"Yeah," I murmured. "Me get dem"
I reached down, flipping through the documents once more, as if I needed another reminder of the depth of Matteo's betrayal. His, and his father's.
Di pussyole dem did wah me power all dis time, him and him father, dem wah the empire weh me fada build. The marijuana, Jamaican cocain and more, that's all the Italians dem good fah, fi thief yuh out Afta yuh give them yuh all, showing dem nothing but love as family only fi get repayed like dis.
I exhaled sharply and set my glass down, already reaching for my coat.
"Suh weh yah guh now fada?" the voice asked.
I slipped my gun into its holster and took one last look at the evidence spread before me. Proof that Matteo had made the worst mistake of his life.
" me ago cut yah now," I said simply, turning toward the door.
"Which part ? Me will bring the others and meet yuh just fi protection"
I paused for a brief second before answering, my voice steady.
"Mi ago pay me fada a visit."
Then I hung up
I slammed the office door shut behind me, my footsteps heavy as I stormed down the stairs, my body thrumming with rage. My mind was locked on one thing—Matteo.
I was nearly at the front door when her voice stopped me.
"Weh yah guh?"
I turned, my eyes landing on Zurianne. She was on the couch, the twins latched onto her breast, her expression calm, too calm for the storm raging inside me.
"Mi soon come back," I said, my voice tight. "Just don't open di door or come out."
Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering in her eyes.
