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“Bwoy him nearly kill you off and yuh nuh wah mi fi mash him up?” She hits him again. She could a all stuff har shoes dung him throat fi all I care.
“Mi just no wah yuh inna this,” I say and she hisses. She never listen to mi yow.
She grabs his collar. “Yuh see all yuh, dutty drankro–”
“Leave him alone,” Talia begs.
Mommy slaps her across her face. “A you a the dutty gyal weh set it up... but yuh would a see me a dig dung the place fi yuh gyal if yuh did make nothing do mi son!–”
“Mommy!” I raise my voice and she stops just before meeting my glare.
“Alright Alright mi done Nickoi,” she rolls her eyes and Keno escorts her out. Leaving me with an angry Carlos who’s shooting eye daggers at me. Him feel mi care?
“Why you taking so long to kill me is it that you’re af—” He shouts and Talia interrupts him. I look at her.
“Dad–” Talia starts and I hold up my hand abruptly, stopping her.
Mi wah hear him. I look back at Carlos. “You a’ ask if mi fraid?” I take a seat in front of him. I just want to be in the right state of mind fi kill him and mi inna it right now.
“Yeah,” he answers, his voice harsh.
“Daddy he’s not gonna kill us,” Talia tries to convince herself. Mi need fi clear this up cause she been a say this. Who she think she be?
“Mi nah go be the one fi hurt yuh cause mi nuh believe in a dat but yuh a go watch mi kill yuh father,” I say bitterly and tears rolls off her cheeks.
“Why would you do that?” She sobs.
“Because ova foolishness yuh mek me and mi fren dem affi go look pon Gina and Jet with toe tag pon them in a morgue. They were both under 25. Dem nuh live no life yet and ova a breakup weh yuh could a just move on from yuh mek dem foolishness yah gwaan. Now mi have two funeral fi go fi mi fren dem weh never sick or nutt’n and you expect fi get weh? Free!? This a yuh punishment man and it a guh scar yuh fi life,” my voice deep, every word laced with venom.
Her tears are flowing, as she looks at me with pleading eyes. “I-I wasn’t thinking,” she cries.
“Eh? Talia, nutt’n you say nah change the situation. Dem done dead. The baby nav no mother and Jet mother lose her breadwinner.” The more I talk about this the more I feel adrenaline rushing through my veins.
“Nickoi... m-my condolences to your friends. I’m sorry, I am really sorry, j-just don’t hurt me this way. I love my fathe–” My anger flares again.
Weh she a seh? It betta if she shut up.
“Shut up yuh mouth Talia, a true yuh d’evu know how yuh mek mi wah box yuh dung,” I glare and get up.
It nuh mek no sense mi talk wid har cas she only a mek man temper boil. I walk out of the room to make a call, just in time to hear Carlos whispering something to Talia. I stop.
“I love you, mija. Your brother is looking for us and he is going to find us because I have my tracker on,” he startles me. Tracker?
“Okay,” I hear her say.
“I can’t wait to see that asshole’s face when my boy surprises him,” he chuckles dryly. Then he continues when his laughter dies down. “He won’t know that this is coming for him.”
Mi know now idiot bwoy. A knock him get knock. The war a come sooner than we think. “Keno, gwaan watch them,” I say and he nods.
I find Gutta at the back and he’s watching the man. “Bad man yuh fi man up enuh,” he laughs.
As soon as I approach them, he looks up at me giving me a knowing look. “Wah happ’m?”
“Like the war a come earlier than we think,” I say before I tell him what Carlos said and what we’re going to do.
“Yeah mon mi a mek every man get ready right a weh mi G,” Gutta says. Mi always can count on him.
“Yeah and we a go fool dem, mek dem gwaan feel high and mighty fi now,” I tell him and he chuckles before hitting my hand.
