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“Everything dead and we have eh boy Carlos alive,” I tell him and he lets out a sinister chuckle.
“Then nuh that mi wah hear mon! Mi soon link unuh tho mi still deh pon the road,” he says lowly. Him probably around him woman.
I hang up after a while and smile. “That did smooth, one family enuh,” I say.
42. PRANK
Nickoi
After dropping off Zara and her grandmother I drove to the underground where Gutta had Carlos. I blink twice because my eyes are heavy. Comin like yuh nuh sleep fi years mi G.
I have. It just wasn’t enough.
I check the time on my watch and notice that it’s 6:30 PM and mi wah sleep already. I hiss turning on the gravel road, heading towards the underground. I could’ve taken the better road but I don’t want to attract any attention. Better fi take the backroad. I park the car and get out, looking around my surroundings before I enter the building. As soon as she spots me she starts moving her body. She’s tied to a chair. I look at the piece of shit.
“Carlos,” I say, circling him slowly and his eyes open. He tries to say something but it’s muffled because of the tape. Wah him could a wah say to me? Betta him shut up.
“Nickoi what are you gonna do to us?” Talia asks. I give her a sinister smile. “You would never hurt me,” she says. Eeeeh?
“I will, just not physically,” I chuckle to myself before I take a seat in front them. She continues to move her body, rocking herself from side to side.
“Mi have a plan fi you mon nuh worry yuhself,” I say with my eyes on Talia. Her eyebrows lower.
“Papi I told you I am sorry and I was just angry. I-I’ll do anything for you, just d-don’t hurt me please,” she begs.
I look at her father, drowning out her tantrum. “How are you gonna hurt me? N-Nick you said you’d never hurt me. I love you, I really really do, so I know you won’t hurt me because I know you do too! Just don’t hurt me or my dadd–” I stop her. Not a soul cya stop mi from kill Carlos. She could a beg til thy kingdom come.
He glares at me and I grab the edge of the tape, dragging it off mercilessly and he yelps. “Ow!” he yells and I spot Gutta smiling at him.
“Yuh sound like a sissy,” Keno chuckles but Carlos continues to glare at me.
“A me yuh hate, why yuh never just come fi me?” I ask him as I take out my phone. “Eeeh?” I press.
I pull it quickly and scroll through my gallery for a picture of Aden—Rick’s son before I show him. He looks at it but he stays quiet.
“Yuh see wen yuh sen yuh hit man dem after we, dem kill him mother and she neva have nothing fi do with none a the shit weh mi and you have going on. Mi lose my OG same way at a tender age, just a little older than Aden and that live with me. Even now, so yuh can just imagine losing yuh madda..” I pause. My temper is boiling. I breathe and continue.
“Mi know seh nothing weh mi about fi do cya guh bring har back but mi a mek sure seh yuh feel back wi pain,” I tell him, venom laced through every word that comes out of my mouth.
Him dead already and d’evu know. I look at Talia and she’s sobbing. “Same fi you too, yah go feel back wi pain cause mi know a you start this up because a the breakup—” She interrupts me.
“But...”
“Yuh nuh see the man a talk?” Juaqína asks with an attitude. She rolls her eyes at her before she looks back at me. Juaqína glares at her. “Nickoi mi know seh yuh nuh lick woman, but wen yuh done just mek sure mi tek care a har,” Juaqína’s smile sinister.
“What!” Carlos finally says.
Mi know seh Talia a him weakness mon. “Just like how yuh kill the man ooman a same suh you a go watch wi kill yuh daughter,” Juaqína teases.
He looks at me. “You can’t do that to my d-daughter-” I put on a gloves slowly, my glare icy. “We’ll be okay Mija,” he whispers.Eeeeh?
Once the gloves are on, I take up the gun. They start crying. Gutta and the others start laughing. “Don d’evu start and you a bawl already? Save eh tears fi later,” he jokes.
“N-Nickoi p-please don’t shoot my dad!” Talia begs. I look at her for a while.
“Yuh know seh mi nah kill him,” I say and her face lightens up then I surprise her with what I say next. “A you a guh kill him.” She looks at me crazy, my gaze narrows.
“You can’t be–”
