𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙

1. encryption

"Dealid the sumn fimme Mikey?" he questions him and he nods.

"Ah..the Mobay and Mandeville man dem suppose to a fawud een lata shipment worth 40 million from each endz.. uno know the protocol."

"Atlanta ute dem a move likkle shakey wid di stocks."

"Jayce. sort out dat." he commands and I start typing on my laptop before excluding myself to make a call.

His voice drowning out as I made my way to the kitchen.

"Fucky fucky gyal, soon find out seh mi ketch Aids and affi cut off mi ood," Romeo complains about the ex he can't seem to get over.

"Worse thing she ago try kiss up man like mi want har cocky breath touch mi."

"Know seh a neva dat mi call yuh fah," I clear my throat.

"Gimme couple minutes, ago drop off Ashley, soon fawud," he said before hanging up.

Ashley muss have the golden hold weh alkaline talk bout cause dem man deh nah leff har.

Nuh matta how much bun dem fling pan each other.

Decoding the double security password with ease from a company who was stealing large sums of money from my father, his third biggest enemy, Jerome.

Pussy tief 100 and add million, nuh know why him nuh dead and done.

A small but curvy figured girl walked into the kitchen, a fi har house?

"She a pay the bills dem man."

"Hi..um.. can you please show me to the bathroom?" she questions softly.

Ooman like dem dangerous nuh know weh the act fah.

Ignoring her I turn back to my work, leaning onto the counter, why she neva ask somebody weh out desso?

Who she and how she reach ina mi house anyways?

Moving closer, she brushes against me while biting down on her lower lip, "please?"

pushing her off, she nuh know personal space? fulla audacity too.

"Downstairs bathroom, five doors ahead," regaining my focus as she trailed off.

Cya call it stealing if a our money ina the first place.

"Nuh wah fwd a joshua party tomorrow night roun suh?" looking up from my screen, romeo drinking from an entire orange juice bottle that he found in the fridge.

"Use a cup nuh bro."

"Mi already start drink it, anyways, party roun suh," he said before trying to place the half drunken bottle back.

"Tek it and gwaan," nuh know weh him and him gyal dem deal wid.

"Know how mi feel bout the party ting already."

Cya mek a man tek mi 3 points, worse mi barely know dem from adams, plus Ihate crowded areas.

Fada kinda iffy bout dem tings deh too.