Sperm Donor (August Alsina) [Watty's 2016]

Chapter 17

The wind is rude. It just blew past my ear and whispered "Fuck ya coat."

Y'all in a good mood yet?

I don't usually do this, but I read a really good book called CRAVE by QueenOfPink- and I thought you all should read it.

Just sayin.🌚☕️

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Translations at the end of the chapter.

August

"Nigga wake up." I felt something smack the back of my head, waking me up from my sleep. I lifted my face out the pillow and glared at the nigga in front of me.

"The fuck you want Diggy?"

He laughed and scratched his curly hair. "Zac and Jace waiting for us in the lobby." He says and walks out of the room. I sat up and stared at the floor as sun from the window poured in.

Smack dab in the middle of the Caribbean. Jamaica. I yawned and went to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth.

When I was finished, I went into my suitcase and pulled a white polo, black levi's and white nikes. I slipped on a rolex and undid the bun in my hair.

I went into the lobby and saw Diggy flirting with one of the maids. I grabbed his collar and dragged him away. "Nigga you is 15." I say and approach Jace.

"Took y'all long enough." Jace says.

We loaded into our rentals and drove our seperate routes to the warehouse in Peckham. We left the smooth roads and started pulling on to gravel roads and country houses.(Oh how I miss home☺️)

Little kids were walking around, getting dirty and having fun, but stopped when they saw our cars. We stopped when the road got too bad to drive on. One boy walked up to my window and I rolled it down.

"You a farena?"He asks.

"Yeah, man."

He nods and walks off.

We exited the cars and walked the rest of the way, passing a lot of shacks and people sitting on their porches, or as they call it verandas.

"Oi! A Biggs you a look fa?!" Some little boy asked Jace.

"You know him?" Zac asks.

"Una bwoy. A mi moda. "

We follow the boy down the street and he walks up to the biggest house on the street. "In there?" I ask. The boy nods and walks in.

"Moomi, dem hea!"

The house was dark and there were a lot if niggas bagging shit and putting them in giant barrels. A caramel skinned girl walked out with giant curly hair and stared at us. Diggy looked away because she only had on short shorts and a training bra.

"A yu call me?" (You called me)

"Yeah. We scheduled a meeting for today." I step forward and hold out a hand. She looks at it and hesitatingly shakes it.

"Micah, go up di road an ramp, mi nuh kno why yuh still dung ya."

"Me gone, mon." The little boy runs out the room and we follow the girl into a back room.