𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧. [𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆]

•𝟎𝟑𝟓

The lack of interaction has something to do with me not updating most of the times. It's draining and demotivating. Unnuh comment and vote!

Central Police Station📍
Saturday, June 23
3:03a.m.

•𝐊 𝐈 𝐌 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈•

"Badman, unnuh no plan fi gimmi mi phone call?" I hiss, bracing back into the seat. "Unnuh have me dung ya like unnuh fuck man."

"Mal—"

"Lend mi yuh phone." I tell my lawyer, hissing. Need fi call mi oman.

Looking at the police, then to me, he hands me the phone.

Man dem have me dung yasso from afta 11 and all now dem cyah make me know ypree. Tell the likkle edyat dem say show me the proof. She me a murda the man, and now dat cyah happen, man dem sidung pah on bagga yappings.

Dialing Ka'Moura's number, I press the green button sending it off. Without ringing, it goes straight to voicemail.

Trying again, it the same thing so I dial Sadie's number. Sadie's phone ring then goes to voicemail. Ah?

Hissing to myself, I dial Dragga's number. He answers on the second ring.

"Badman, look how long me a call yuh?" Dragga is the first to speak. Sound like fuckry gwaan.

"Bredda, a station mi deh, man dem have me dung ya a pin murder pah mi." I hiss.

"Bomboclawt. Badman, mi juss a hear seh some sittn gwan dung a club weh dem deh. Man gawn wid dem innah some van. Bredda, right now mi—"

"Wah!?" I exclaim, arising from my seat. "Yo, unnuh done yasso?" I turn to the police officer. He doesn't answer. Hissing, I push him from in-front of the door.

"Yo Jake. Fawud." I call my lawyer. "When unnuh find whatsoever unnuh have fi pin diss pah mih, unnuh come innah chattings wid me, other from dat, go suck unnuh madda." With that, I exit the building.

"Mani, weh yuh deh?"

"Deh pah mi way a go dung a the club. Mi and Cappo."

"Mia meet unnuh dung deh." Hanging up, I hand Jake's phone to him.

A now dem pussy ya affi go hall and pull mi cause mia murda a pussy-ole innah the early mawnin'.

Comin' like mi did feel diss, to pussyclawt. Mi tell har dohh go.

What if a set up?