Page 128 of Not My Type
The door pulls and she walks in. “Mi hear seh Gina no make it,” her voice low as she sits beside me.
I face palm myself. At this point mi nuh need fi a think bout the situation no more because mi already have a plan. With a sigh I shake my head. Gina. Jah jah. Look how mi see har the day and she did good. A suh life mess up though... today yuh deh yah tomorrow yuh gone. Mi feel like a mi cause this pon har though.
Nickoi doh blame yourself.
“Yah... the thing set a way,” I sigh drinking my water.
“How yuh eat Salmon burger?” She asks, cringing.
I hiss. Mi nuh in a the mood fi small talk. Badness mi a deal wid. Cause Carlos affi dead. “So mi link one a mi Genius and him gi mi dah address yah fi Carlos,” I tell her, handing my phone to her.
She hands it back to me after a while. I already spoke to her about the plan over the phone. She thought it was too crazy for her at first. Which is ironic because nutt’n nuh too crazy fi Juaqína. She even go a the morgue, disguised as a pathologists and find out who the man dem be.
So why she cya dress up like an escort and distract Carlos? She’s much crazier than these scenarios, trust mi. And apart from the stuff that we have done in the pass, it’s safe to say Juaqína and Gutta are the best in my circle.
Dem nah go lef mi hanging under no circumstance. Mi see dem risk them life fi deal wid certain things fimme already and mi know seh nuff people wouldn’t do that. True meaning of loyalty.
“Alright,” she says looking. “Mi read him up and them say him love ginger,” she shares. Ginger?
“Eeeh?” I raise a brow.
All that the fool have pon social media?
“Is an article mi see it pon,” she adds. “So if mi want this fi work mi affi go get a ginger wig,” she declares. “Yes make mi see him club address again,” she stretches her hand towards my phone.
I show her, her smile sprouts. “Nuh Constant Spring this?”
“Yah.”
“So mi a go seduce him, and when mi lead him on, I’ll catch him in a vulnerable state. And that time, Gutta dem will surprise him?” She asks with a playful smile.
Dat is it.
“Yah... then you a go signal the Outlawz and unuh take him weh. Doh. kill. him,” I say the last part slowly. Mi wah kill him miself.
“Mi nah stop stress this. Mi all warn Gutta about it. Numerous times too because him trigger happy.”
I drink the rest of my water.
“Mi already tell unuh weh fi bring him. Mi cya deh deh. I’d be a suspect especially when mi and him daughter just lef, so mi a go need an alibi,” I say and going to Mystic Mountain to spend the day with Zara and her grandma sounds like the perfect alibi to me.
I smirk. “Mi have sup’m in mind... just maths up the thing and keep safe,” I tell her. She hugs me. A little too long.
“I still love you enuh,” she gently bites my ear. I look at her.
“Jua-” I start.
“Mi understand say you move on from that and you have a girlfriend now so mi nah go pass mi place,” she tells me as she gets up. I remain quiet.
Juaqína and I were messing around for a while but wi didn’t label it so I understand if she still has feelings for me. Zara in the picture now so I don’t feel the same about her anymore.
“Mi a make sure this work,” she walks toward the door, hair in a bob cut. She looks over her shoulder, eyes full of temptation. “And... mi did just wah tell yuh,” she smiles before she closes the door.
ZARA
“Zara, long time mi nuh see yuh. Yuh fi start come a church with yuh grandma,” Mrs. Olive says and I smile. She’s Mama’s church sister.
“One of them day yer I’ll come,” I tell her and baby Jesse holds my legs, using me for support as she makes her tiny steps. Awww.
