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Cont'd
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As soon as I entered the house I once called home I sent the Capos to the basement to clear out all the supply I keep here.
By dat mi mean drugs,
With the information I've been receiving this is what's best to do right now.
The drugs aren't in plain sight but they'd most likely bring search dogs so I don't want to risk them being sniffed out.
My position in the Dcf is still consigliere/underboss however as soon as Chinny graduated from law school she became the family's lawyer, for obvious reasons. That simply means she now works with me toe to toe.
She keeps legal tabs on the organization and the other day she made it known that the FBI reopened Alec's murder case, I'm sure that's his family's doing but I'm not worried about that.
What I am worried about though is the fact that the investigation can lead to other things. The dcf is a global underground organization which therefore means we can buy off the politicians and legal forces in Jamaica because the system corrupt, but globally a lot of secret government organizations are on our tail.
Word on the street now is that our drug operation is growing too rapidly and that's what's getting us noticed by inter pol. We never know when they might want to search the house so that's why I'm ensuring this house is spotless.
I'm sure they have this address listed as my personal address that's why I'm focusing on here. Then again I don't keep any illegal substances in our personal house, I don't even keep physical money in the house because I know that would raise an eyebrow if they should ever search and find coils of money.
As the underboss my face is always on full display so one slip up and I'll be serving life in prison. Thats just what I bargained for, so it nuh really bother me.
I'm not saying they could incarcerate me easily because I've been to court before for things people are spending their life in prison for, and Chinny managed to get me off those cases it's just that now the persons looking into us are not pushovers.
I pulled my gold Glock from my waist and placed it down on the table infront of me. Taking a few deep breaths I began thinking to myself, mainly about Judah and the kids.
Judah gave up this life fully after what happened in Italy with Stefano. She's focused on her dancing and the kids. What I don't want is to bring this to her when she already has so much dealing with, especially Miliyon.
Miliyon is an Angel when she's with me but I know she gives Judah hell when I'm not there. I think the reason for that is because Mila is alot like me so I know how to handle her.
She's also going through a rebellious stage and after witnessing what happened to her friend it just made her become even worst. Therefore I can somewhat understand her, so I choose to overlook certain things she does.
At this point mi just hope it nuh reach a point weh mi affi get my immediate family involved. This is their life but I'm willing to bare everything knowing my wife and my yute dem safe and innocent.
To somewhat ease my mind I pulled my pre rolled blunt from behind my ear, placing it between my lips I light it and allow the smoke to consume me...
Apart from all the things taking place with the on going investigation Tiara updated me since night about what she found out about Aaliyah's death, from her 'pretend boyfriend'
She said the only thing she got out of him is that a woman paid him to do the Job. I wouldn't say patience is an attribute I have so I told her that I just would just get the information outta him my way and den tun him inna duppy.
Di fact seh him a live suh free knowing seh him kill an innocent girl ova money weh him goodly squander nuh sit well wid mi at all. Him nuh deserve fi live as much as the person weh pay him fi do the job.
Trust mi when mi seh, whenever mi find out a who dweet a desso the fvckery done to. Mi ago gi Miliyon har closure and den duppy dah gyal deh to.
Mi send some capos guh Johns road fi him, suh dem supposed to soon reach wid him. Knowing seh mi ago fvck him up a one reason mi a smoke suh mi nuh too think bout it cause if mi think too hard him ago dead before mi want him dead...
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A few moments later
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Nervousness is not something I feel on a regular basis because I'm naturally a bold person, but anything that has to do with my father...
Well unuh know him dawk.
I'm a daddy's girl which is obvious but in a case like this, where my father could possibly catch me in here with Javier, saying I'm nervous is an understatement.
In fact I'm scared for Javier. Daddy is usually at home by this time especially on a Friday, so him being here is weird.
Probably something happened.
Or the securities snitched?
Mi nuh think suh because other people are here with him, but because the door is closed all I can do is go by what I'm hearing. Right now it's quiet so I'm guessing he's no longer in the sitting room.
Mi still can't risk talking loud or opening the door though.
I sigh to myself as I glance over at Javier who has a bored expression on his face. We're in one of the guest rooms so it's not that we're uncomfortable in here it's just the fact that I have no idea how I'm gonna get us out of here without my father knowing.
"A yuh father out deh doh?" He asks alittle too loud,
Him nuh love him life enuh,
I nod and sigh to myself deeply.
"Annuh like him ketch we a do nothing suh just mek up sumn and tell him seh mi drop yuh off but mi nah hide in yah whole night." He shrugs, as if he thinks my father is that understanding.
I'm not saying he isn't but given the circumstances come on.
Javier is either dumb or just as daring as I can be at times,
Now isn't the time to be like that though.
"Yuh really think it woulda be dat east Javier." I whisper yell to him.
Instead of responding he attempts to open the door but he stops when we hear loud groaning, followed by the voice of a man begging for his life.
What the hell is happening out there?
I hear my father's sinister laugh followed a loud slap,
What the hell?
"Mi nuh inna the bag a chattings enuh p*ssy, yuh feel seh yuh woulda just kill a likkle girl and nothing nuh come outta it."
*slap*
"A...Neva...me..." the person struggles to speak, I'm sure they're probably covered in blood too.
I know my father does terrible things to people but I've never actually witnessed it.
I'm not seeing it but hearing it is just as bad.
"A never you?" Daddy chuckles again before I hear the loud sound of what sounds like furniture breaking and a body making a thud sound as it touches the floor.
"Who pay yuh fi kill Aaliyah?" Daddy yells
Did he just say Aaliyah?
My Aaliyah?
Hearing her name makes my body tense up. As memories of the night I witnessed her murder starts to replay in my head.
I guess Javier realized I was uneasy because I feel him caress my arms as he looked down at me with a concerned look.
"Yuh good mami?" He asks but I couldn't speak, all I could do was stand there Frozen as I listened to my father beat someone senseless in the next room.
Supposedly Aaliyah's killer
"Ea...easy nuh mi don..." the voice says again as he coughs.
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Flashback
The night Aaliyah died
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"Dead yuh dead enuh gyal." The masked man said as I watched him point his gun directly at Aaliyah. My body was frozen, my hands were tied and my mouth gagged.
The abandoned building we were in was filled with debris, the concrete was hard against my skin but I was still fighting to free myself, fighting to do something, instead of sitting here, watching as they tortured my best friend.
"Please, I didn't do anything I—"Aaliyah pleaded with them but all she earned was a hard slap to the face that made her body jerk to the floor.
Every blood cell in my body was boiling, I began squirming and screaming still trying my best to do something, to fight for us, for her...
The fact that I was retrained was making me even more angry.
The main guy in the black mask that hit Aaliyah told another masked guy to hold me back,
"A the don daughter dat, suh mek sure she nave a scratch pon har."
They know daddy?
"Den she nah guh talk?" He asks, the leader of them chuckles,
"Talk and seh wah? She ago too fraid when she si how har fren ago dead."
They both burst out laughing hysterically, tears begin to stream down my cheeks as I look at Aaliyah. The look on her face told me that she already gave up fighting,
She knew this was it.
I didn't want to believe it but deep down I knew too, I knew I wouldn't see her again.
"Dis ago too easy..."
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End of flashback
Present
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His voice, that voice.
"One... one woman pay we fi dweet killa." The man groans,
The same voice in my nightmares...
I can't believe it's him, the one that took my bestfriend's life.
The man that made me sit and watch him do it,
the man that has ruined my sanity...
Tears began to stream down my cheeks as I fell to the floor, my body was going weak on me.
"Miliyon?" Javier calls his voice laced with concern.
"Mila?" He calls again turning my face to him. My lips begin to tremble as I allow the tears to fall.
"It's him, he...killed—" I cut myself off when I hear daddy's voice again.
"Yea and mi want a name." Daddy's voice is aggressive.
"Meyers, mrs Meyers a she mek we dweet."
Meyers?
I only know one person with that name and I'm sure that's not even possible...cyah be
"First name?"
"Vanessa meyers."
What the actual fvck ?
(To be continued)
I'm not even gonna say anything y'all, just wait for the next update. 😂 y'all lowkey know who that is I just wanna see if you guys are high key paying attention though, anyways see yah 🤭🥴