A Dancehall Story- Book 10 Part 2

Chapter 65 - Shield

Stacy's POV

I watched as he collected money from a chubby man who wore feathers and tribal paint on his body and face.

Don't tell me that this big sour man bought me from this little bwoy.

How could I possibly trust this little shit. Yomu, I hope I get to kill you before I leave this fucking island.

A big man with his face partially covered grabbed my hand. "This way!" He yanked me to move along with him. We entered a room, three ladies were already in there.

"I have a new treat for the King," he said to the ladies and pushed me towards them.

One of the girls spoke to him in a language I had never heard before, he raised his hand for her to stop talking. Then entered the King, he pointed to one of the other girls that had her head down.

"She will be my second wife since your daughter is a fool without experience," he scolded.

"She doesn't look clean or pure," the lady said.

A could never me dah black yeye bitch yah talk.

"Clean her, bathe her in milk, wash her in the fountain then bring her to me draped in clean white clothing."

"Yes, King Coran, will do as you requested." They bowed and he then left the room with the other fat man. Two of three ladies whispered in a corner, giving me dirty looks while the other girl could barely even look at me.

"Hey, if you don't want me here you could help me escape."

"Are you mad? The King would have all our heads."

"Well I don't want to be here, I was kidnapped from my husband." As I said that, the lady rushed to cover my mouth with her hand.

"Don't you ever speak like that 'gain. If the King shall hear you, he will have your head. You are now his wife."

A wah the bloodclaat this? Did they tell Garrick Walker this?

She removed her hand and the third lady approached us. "King Coran is a very wicked and mad man when it comes to what he owns. He will go mad about his wives."

"Really? So is my husband, if he finds out where I am and I promise you, he is going to burn King Currant–"

"Coran," she corrected.

"I don't give a fuck King Cobra, cup soup or courage the friendly dog. You better let me go."

"We can't do that, not tonight. Come let's bathe you." She was more gentle than the other lady, she held my hand and led me to a big bathroom.

"Sit here, the milk is being warmed."

"Milk?"

"Yes, it's a cleansing tradition. You will feel relaxed and open, ready to serve your King."

"Look here nuh..." I forgot where I was because the Jamaican me was about to chip out. "What is your name?"

"My name is Lida," she replied. I turned to miss coarse hand for her name.

"Call me Kashe," she said, then cut her eyes. Fucking stink like shit. I might push har in the milk water with har frownzy self.

"And you are?" I asked the shy girl standing by the door, my matey it seems.

"Dreama, Queen of Kempe Village." She looked and sounded very young.

"So if you are Queen, then why am I here?"

"It's customary for the King to have two wives, we didn't expect him to take another one so soon," Lida replied.

Two wives? Garrick would flourish here and it's not even funny.