Jordannes' POV:
"Boy" is the last word I hear from my mother's mouth before Madelline takes the phone.
I move to take it back but one of her many play tings immediately restrains my hands as they previously were- above my head.
"Congrats to the Mrs" she continues, looking at me with the smile of a champion.
*Weh she win?*
She soon know....
"When can we have that meeting?" she adds.
Almost immediately, I hear Ry's voice "Today"
Jah Jah.
A short silent pause reigns over the room before she comes back to the line.
"When my placenta is out, Lenard will notify you. You can send a location after such and I'll be there"
Ry....
Stubborn....
But calculated...
The call ends before Madelline gets another word in.
I've been there before- on the receiving end of Ry's vengeance. When she wah you feel for making her feel, she ago bring yuh to your knees every f*cking time.
And that was just for love...
This a fi we kids...
I know how she feels about children growing up without their father.
"She's confident, I like her" Madelline chuckles, moving down to lift my chin.
She continues to babble but I tune her out. How long mi deh yah so? Try fi keep up with the days as much as possible but when whatever they keep injecting me with kicks in....
*Dawk mi Fada*
..Lights out.... just cya keep track of how long.
"Let's hope she's a better negotiator than you were"
Hmmph....
Negotiate??
Miss di birth of my son and she think mi wife ago negotiate?
*She might*
Too weak to give a response, I steady my breathing, focusing on not passing out.
"Papa tried to negotiate, but I guess you knock off Africans can't be civil" she pokes at me again.
*Knock off Africans?... nah that coulda laugh to if we did have strength me killa*
Nah waste my energy entertain dah mad gyal yah. I know how torture works. I've delivered my fair share to those who deserved it. She'll either kill me to prove a point or free me to strike a deal.
"Why won't you speak!??" she shouts.
*Woulda think a she caged up, drugged out, unable to exercise proper hygiene*
F*ck she wah mi say?
She hasn't asked one single question of substance the entire time we've been going back and forth, leaving me to think she a do this without her family's approval.
Dumb....
"I could kill her, the minute she walks into the meeting," she adds.
Kill who?
I actually find the strength to laugh this time ...and heartily too.
"He laughs..." she chuckles, words coated with venom.
