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His picture pops up on the screen and I gasp. I saw him at Western Union. Oh my God. 13 people dead one time!? This sound like Iraq and a Jamaica this. I look around and the whole house is silent as they listen to the news.
“... one of the residents shares his experience,” the journalist adds and a man comes on the screen but his face is blurred out.
“What drew your attention to what was happening?” he asks.
“Yuh know seh mi and mi wife did in a Pérez club when mi see some man run in and just start bore up all of Carlos security them. Bay gunshots so mi start run lef mi wife cause me frighten and then mi tun back and grab har and them spot mi but dem neva’ shoot after mi so mi know seh dem know who dem come fa,” the witness explains.
I glance at Gavin and Sash and their mouth are wide opened while Nickoi’s eyes are fixed on the screen.
“A really so Jamaica stay now?” Mommy asks.
“Yuh better believe,” Mama retorts. I continue to watch the news.
“... Them drive off in a silver Probox weh nuh have on not even plate and wah woman push out har head and den the shoot out start wid them and the police dem. She bore up eh police dem and a so eh police dem crash and them just do road,” the man continues.
“Jesus of Nazareth,” Mama breathes. “Wi need yuh.”
“So the police dem dead?” Nickoi questions and I nod.
“Two a dem dead,” I retort.
“All mi know the man dem a bring wah different type of badness down yah. Dem dawk bad,” Sash shakes her head.
“Yah,” Nickoi says.
“A when we deh a Mystic Mountain this a tek place enuh,” Mama’s eyes on Nickoi.
He nods. “Yah... dem time deh yes.”
“Laad God mon and the poor police dem weh a do them work just dead so,” I say in a sad tone. “People wicked enuh,” I sigh.
“Like why dem would a wah kill whole a 13 people plus eh two police dem... 15 people just so?” I ask in disbelief.
“A sup’m deh man deh do weh dem tek weh... affi!” Sash says.
“Go see how dem a kill him now,” Gavin sighs, sitting down. “Silk Boss did know wah him a talk bout.”
“So dem nuh have surveillance camera?” I ask and Mommy shakes her head no.
“Yuh nuh hear dem say it premeditated, cause every camera disconnected so a inside job too,” mommy shares. Jesus.
“Them evil enuh cas dem dweet like a show,” mommy shakes her head.
“A who dem deh?” I sit beside Nickoi and he puts back his arm around me.
“Dem nuh lef no Trace,” Nickoi says to us and I nod.
“Dem work clean or whatever but mi wah dem find them yuh see, them too wicked mon,” I say, snuggling into Nickoi. He smells so good.
“Mi too but as Nickoi seh dem nuh lef no Trace,” Sash sighs.
44. 6IX9INE
Zara
Nightmares. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. It’s just crazy how I’m getting nightmares the moment I saw the horrifying news last night. I’m soaked in my sweat as I turn my body on the bed. My eyes finds the time and it’s 1 AM. Moving the blanket off me I push up my body, slowly getting off the bed. Get some water fi drink.
I sigh to myself as I pull the door open. As soon as I enter the kitchen, I hear a sound that startles me. I look and it’s Henry. Chro. We stare at each other awkwardly for a while before I pass him, taking out a cup. He pours out water before he sits down around the dining table. ‘Please don’t say anything to me, please don’t say anything to me.’ I chant in my head. You know that feeling you get when you know someone is going to say something to you? That’s the feeling I’m getting right now. Then here it comes ...
