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Spanish gyal deh to cas me will tek my man gun and mek marrow fly enuh.” Deadd.
He ignores her.
She hisses and hugs me. “Mek we carry har home Gavin,” Sash says in a spiteful manner. Nickoi’s face expression makes it obvious he doesn’t like what she’s saying.
“Mi a carry har home cas me need fi talk to har about something,” Nickoi says.
“Mi nuh care wah you and har a guh talk bout and mi know seh you can shoot mi yasso but mi nuh care mi a wul this in too long. Yuh might love her and she might love you and thing but she clearly nuh fit inna your world. All you a do is mek life hard fi har. Mi nuh think Zara ever fight a day in har life and the fuss time she fight a you cause it and mek a dutty gyal nearly shot har,” Gavin snaps at Nickoi.
He looks away. “Who nearly shot Zara?” Nickoi asks, venom laced in his
voice.
I guess he didn’t hear the first time. Or him just a process it. His eyes are dark and emotionless.
“Oh so you late... yuh Latina nearly shot har,” Gavin says sarcastically and Nickoi storms off. Wah him gone do?
36. BOSS
Zara
I sip my tea. “You alright?” Mama asks sitting around the dining table. Yesterday was crazy, but I’m okay. I nod to Mama and bring the brim of the cup to my lips again. I didn’t get to see Nickoi since he stormed off and Clova brought us home shortly after.
“I’m okay Mama,” I tell her and she looks at me, while drinking her cornmeal porridge.
Oh crap... I completely forgot about the whole family reunion. What am I gonna wear? I question myself. You have wull heap a clothes. After eating breakfast with Mama I walk into my room, looking through my closet. I’ve been looking for the last ten minutes and I can’t find anything.Yuh know when yuh just a see clothes but yuh just don’t know wah fi choose?
Yea... that’s me right now. My eyes land on my pink two-piece Waydmin set. I smile goofily, picking it out. The outfit is perfect—not too fancy, not too chill. Just right. I pair it with a deep sapphire bucket hat, letting my long hair flow beneath it. The gold jewelry is gonna add the perfect touch.
I smile, laying it on the be, wonder what slides I’m wearing. I look at my transpare—No ma’am wear a next slippers.
I chuckle to myself. I wear that slippers like there is no other option. People must tired a see it. A my slippers anyway. I spot my sleek pair of white Hermes sandals, just to keep it chic. I take them out. I’ve never worn them before. It feels so foreign picking out a slipper other than my transparent bridgets. Sometimes mi haffi change up the thing. Once I decide that I’m settling with the Hermes my eyes find my gray New Balance sneakers. Ughhh! Mi hate mi ways!
“You know that would a look better though,” I say to myself with my index resting just below my lips as I ponder.
Wear it. I pick them out and put my slides back on the rack. After putting my outfit together I got in the shower. My mind runs on Talia. She really was gonna shoot me?
Then yuh nuh see? The voice in my head ask.
I wonder how I haven’t been interrogated. How nobody nuh tell me fi come make statement at the police station? Maybe Nickoi already deal with it.
Makes sense. He seems to have control of everything. I rub my hands in the soap before I rub my face. I don’t know why but even when I close my eyes the soap still manages to get in my eyes.
“Shit,” I mumble, pushing my face under the shower. This happens to me every single time.
When I’m done showering, I cut the water off and wrap the towel around my body. A gasp leaves my lips when I hear a familiar deep voice. Nickoi Jacobs. My heart rate gains momentum. I breathe, trying to calm myself.
“I’m sorry about what happened,” I hear him say.
I widen my eyes. Why does it sound like he’s getting closer? Nickoi always comes here unannounced, he’s so unruly. I walk in my room and quickly get myself in my panty then he pulls the door. Without knocking..
My back is facing him but I can still feel his piercing eyes on me. I cover my exposed chest. My face flushes. There’s no way my hands can cover my breasts completely when they’re this round and full. I manage to cover my nipples, but the top and the sides are still poking out.
“Zara?” he calls me and his voice sounds husky.
Is he okay? I mean his voice is usually deep but–
“Zara?” he repeats.
