Page 149 of Not My Type
46. SIN
Nickoi
When I arrive at the underground, I park my car at the side before I put on a gloves. Gutta comes out, joining me. “Wah yuh deh pon mi killa?” he asks.
“Mi have a man in a the trunk,” I say casually. He gets closer.
“Dead?” he asks. I shake my head, pulling the trunk and Gutta walks over to the trunk, looking at him. He doesn’t say anything.
“Deh bwoy yah a work fi Carlos son and Zara ex,” I tell Gutta.
“Carlos have a son?” he’s surprised.
“Yah,” I retort. Mi nah 3 meds them bwoy deh right now.
“Yuh know wah that mean Don,” Gutta smirks.
“Yah... him o’ look fi him father and him sister so that go kick off a war,” I say nonchalantly. Dis doh even faze me because mi go through my fair share a war already. Easy 1 few 3 that.
“Eeeeh, so a who a Zara ex?” Gutta’s eyes narrowing.
I shrug. “Malik them seh him name, mi nuh know a who yet.”
“Wi soon find the clown mon,” he says before he looks back at the man in the trunk. He’s mumbling while trying to free his hand from the handcuff.
“Wah you a seh bwoy?” Gutta growls at him. “Don a how you findhim?” His eyes finds me when he ask that.
“Mi a drop off Zara a the supermarket and spot the bwoy car a follow mi. Him turn off so mi just circle back the street,” I tell him. Gutta looks at him with a sinister smile.
“Hey bwoy yuh really falla eh Don? Yuh nuh in a yuh right mind mon,” Gutta jeers. The man looks away.
I laugh briefly before my mind runs on the real business. Carlos. “Tek him out,” I walk away.
“Kill him?” Gutta smirks. I hear the man groaning.
“Mi h-have a dau—” he starts and Gutta interrupts him.
“Shut up bwoy a the Don mi a chat to,” Gutta slaps him across his head.
I shake my head. “Nuh kill him... wi a guh need him fi find eh bwoy dem and cover him face.” I instruct. Mi still nuh tek off mi ski mask.
Gutta nods. “Ah.”
As soon as I reach inside I take off my mask and hear Talia’s high pitched voice. I quickly walk to the back room that they’re in and Keno meets me. How him fi lef them alone!?
“How yuh fi lef them alone?” My tone deadly. “Eeeh... yah idiot?”
“A tru yuh mother round deh,” he tells me. My jaw clenched tight as I cock my brow. Wah? Weh mommy a do yasso?
I breathe heavily and push the door with force. “Suppose yuh did make mi son dead?!” She hits Carlos.
I sigh before I look at Keno. “Yuh tell har bout it?” I ask him.
“Yeah. She come check up pan the business then she go see him and ask me bout it so mi never have no choice,” he explains. Jah know.
“She did all suspect seh a him set up the hit from she see seh him tie up in here,” he adds. I hiss. Mi neva’ wah mi madda in a this mess. A nuh like she innocent but this shit deep.
“Mamz!” I call and she hits Carlos again. She glares at me.
