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...
SUNDAY 29,• 1:34pm GREEN HAVEN ESTATE | FONT HILL | ST.THOMAS JAMAICA
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The sun shines brightly , casting a golden glow over the endless stretch of green before me. Acres of marijuana plants swayed slightly in the afternoon breeze, their thick, pungent aroma settling in the air. This farm was one of my biggest assets, one of many scattered across the island, feeding the empire I built from the ground up. But with Italy out of the picture, I had to find new ways to push my product and keep my money clean.
I stepped out of the blacked-out SUV, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as I scanned the land. Workers were already moving through the fields, checking the plants, harvesting what was ready. This was the heart of the operation, the foundation of everything.
Behind me, another car pulled up, and I turned as Zuri stepped out. She looked out of place but still carried herself like she owned the place, curious eyes scanning the farm, arms folded. She wasn't new to this life, but I knew she had never been this deep into the business before.
She walked up beside me, glancing at the endless rows of plants. "Mi swear, Chris... mi neva know seh yuh actually have so much land fi dis."
I smirked. "What? Yuh tink di weed just magically appear inna mi hands?"
She rolled her eyes, but I could see the intrigue there. "Mi neva put much thought into it. Mi know yuh deal in di business, but seein' it firsthand... different."
"Different how?"
She exhaled, shaking her head slightly. "Mi nuh know. Jus'... surreal, I guess."
I chuckled, then gestured for her to follow me as I made my way toward the workers. A few of my top men were waiting, their faces serious, knowing this visit wasn't just routine.
One of them, Marcus, nodded in greeting. "Fada Whyte everything a run smooth inno . We get a good yield dis time a year ."
"Good," I said, scanning the plants before looking back at them. "But mi nuh come yah fi hear 'bout what's running smooth. Mi deh yah fi talk 'bout how we making di money run smoother."
They exchanged glances, waiting for me to continue.
I turned slightly, nodding toward Zuri. "Mi and mi wife been thinking, expansion is necessary. Mi cyaan depend on mi old routes anymore. We lose Italy, but we still have di product, an' mi nah go mek it guh to waste. It's time fi step up di game."
One of the men, Ricky, frowned slightly. "Step up how, fada ?"
I looked back at the fields before answering. "We diversifying. Mi setting up car marts fi run some of di money through, but mi need more. More ways fi move dis product, more connections fi push it out. We controlling di source, dat mean we should be controlling di whole distribution."
Zuri cut in, arms still folded as she listened. "Chris a basically tell unnu seh di money need fi be cleaner. More businesses mean more ways fi push tings an' wash di cash."
