Page 138 of Not My Type
“Eeeh? Mi dead serious,” I tell her. She leans her head with the most pleading eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Please..” Nah work.
“You a miss trigga happy cas yuh did pull the trigga and shoot after Zara,” I say angrily. I signal Gutta and Keno and they walk over, pointing their guns at her.
She starts crying. “I’m sorry.” Doh wah hear it.
“If you ever–” Carlos starts and I glare at him, handing the gun to her. She takes it hesitantly.
“Doh try anything stupid else yuh dead,” I warn her because I have men pointing guns at her from upstairs along with Keno and Gutta who are directly behind her.
I step back incase she tries to pull a crazy stunt and spot Zara calling. I decline and quickly send her a message that I’m at my mom and I’ll link her soon. Talia points the gun at her dad, trembling.
It’s been ten minutes since we’ve been waiting for her to pull the trigger and they’ve spent it saying I love you’s and ‘don’t do it mija’. At this point I’m getting impatient and it’s not only me—the whole gang is. I can hear everyone mumbling, especially Keno. I sigh.
“Mi a start count,” I say and she starts trembling even more.
“I-I can’t do this,” she cries.
“Or mi shoot yuh,” The gun clicks and I put it at her temple. Carlos’ eyes widens as he begs.
“Please Nickoi... kill me but don’t hurt mija like this,” he begs. I will kill you.
“Five!” I shout, my voice shakes the room. Shit! Dem should a never mess wid yuh.
Talia looks at me. “Please..”
“Four!” I shout again and she position herself.
“Three!” She jumps. Her father closes his eyes and a single tear falls out.
“I’m sorry–” she whispers.
“Two!” I push the gun closer to her head.
“Mija-” she pulls the trigger and the gun clicks, startling her. She looks at me surprised and I laugh.
Gutta and the others erupt into a laughing fit. The funny part about this is that it was the part of the plan that only I know. The gun isn’t loaded because I know Talia and how crazy she is and the plan was to scare them and remind them that this shit was serious and I wasn’t playing. In fact, I’m not playing. I’ve been telling them to make sure they don’t kill him but I didn’t tell them the real reason why I wanted him alive. I didn’t tell them that I wanted to kill him myself. They’re disoriented. Nice.
“What’s next Don?” Gutta asks me.
“Keep them tied up and keep an eye on them,” I instruct.
“Are you gonna do t-this again?” Talia asks.
I stare at her for a while. “This was just the starting mon unuh a go sorry unuh mess round me.”
I look at Gutta. “Call mi if a anything.”
“Ah mi killa.” I walk away and shot them one last look before I slam the door behind me. Prank them tonight but tomorrow a dirt.
43. TRACE
Zara
My smile grows when Nickoi walks into the house. He greets everyone before he sits beside me in the sofa next to Mama.
“Yuh just full a polo so,” Sash says to him. She’s sitting beside Gavin on the side sofa.
