Chapter 28.
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'Geet weh'
- the act of giving the flesh between your legs to someone outside of your relationship.
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THURSDAY
📍Warehouse
8:00 AM
TEVOY'S POV:
Wid frens like these who need enemies.
Chippy, Henne and I were standing in front of a bleeding Swifty.
Mi anuh fren killer but a man haffi tek weh him dish out yuhzeet.
I already had my money transferred from his account to mine. Dat nuh enough though.
The more mi gih dem pussy yah an inch the more dem tek a mile and times it by ten.
"One last time mi a gi uh fi speak up chaagie." Henne spoke bluntly.
Far e two dawg dem a come from inuh, mi know him muss feel cut up. Imagine being the cause of deliberate death for someone you grew up with.
"Whol three a unu a pussy! But mi anuh one suh if a me fi snitch it betta unu kill mi fuss! Vengeance fi mi cousin yere dt. And guh suck unu mad-"
Before he could finish speaking our bullets connected with his forehead leaving his body to fall back and make a loud thud.
Vengeance fi him cousin? Who a him cousin?
"A who a e dawg cousin?" Chippy spoke voicing my thoughts.
"It mi deh ya a consider bou."
Who a e dawg cousin? The fuck. And weh him affi duh wid we.
"Haffi guh link Macka urgently." Chippy added.
"Dweet yassuh mi fada." I urged on.
After they spoke he informed us that he would get back to us as soon as possible so we were now waiting on a response.
"When unu seh a e ball game and come we put some money pon e line." Henne spoke changing the mood and conversation.
"Mia put 10 mill." Chippy spoke.
"US?" I inquired interestedly.
"Nuh rich suh yet mi fada. JMD Mia talk."
What a man lie man.
"Fucka lie."
"Ah mia put 10 tuh." Both Henne and I spoke together.
After about five minutes of talking we went our separate ways. I had a stop to make in the town so I made my way there.
As I got ready to get out of my vehicle a familiar figure walked pass my windscreen and headed to a car. She was attired in a baggy ripped jeans and a white cropped polo shirt that openly exposed her breasts.
She a push ar limits now to bomboclaat.
Immediately I took out my phone and searched my contact for 'Knockist'.
When he answered the line was silent so I spoke first.
"Dealid a ting fimi no later dan Satdeh. License plate a 5690 JM."
"..."
The dialer tone was heard shortly after. Dem man yah paranoid yuh fuck dem nuh talk pon phone inuh.
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