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She nuh wul meds?
I pulled her toward the Benz, not saying a word. Her wrist jerked slightly in my grip, but she didn't resist.
Not yet.
I yanked open the passenger door and helped her in. Slammed it shut. Came 'round to my side and slipped in, silence thick between us.
"Yuh feel say man did a guh answer outside?" I asked, my voice low but clipped. "Yuh d'evu know if camera out deh."
She stared straight ahead.
"So you did?"
I exhaled hard.
I wasn't hiding shit, she just needed to use her brain.
My hands gripped the steering wheel even though the keys weren't in the ignition.
"Kwes, yuh know how that look sloppy? Why yuh never make me—"
"A you a the man inna the relationship?!" I snapped, my voice bouncing off the car roof.
I hate this shit.
She d'evu know dawg.
She turned to face me now, brow furrowed. "No, but I have more experience in this. I know what I'm doing."
"And I don't?" I narrowed my eyes. "Mek me ask yah question. Is a hood you a walk wid?"
She breathes out.
"Kwes if yuh have sense and yuh know we inna active case, why yuh would a kill the man fi make the judge feel say a we do it? Ehhhh? Answer that!"
I laughed once.
Anger bursting through me.
"Mi do it before. Me nuh regret doing it either."
"So idiot," she leaned in. "You a guh do the time then?"
"Mi nuh dweet before? A nutt'n new?"
"So yuh wah move backward inna life?" she raised a brow.
"As long as him nuh get weh after wah him do," I fired back.
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AMNIJA
Romance"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened righ...
