Page 152 of Not My Type
His smile widens. “Just consider yourself dead.” I start hearing shots and he smirks. I move to the side. I get a good angle and start shooting too.
After shooting two of his men in their heads I hop down. “You didn’t expect that though?” He asks with a smirk. I don’t answer him. “When my son loosens us, I’m going to tie you to this very chair and torture you, then I’m going to send a picture of your dead body after shooting you in your head ten times to your stupid ass mom and that ugly ass black bitch that you put over my beautiful daughter,” I glare at him.
My anger flares as evil thoughts run through my head. “I’m gonna ensure a gang of niggas rape her then I—” Before he could finish what he was saying the door swings open and Gutta walks in while shooting.
I look at them and they gasp. “Scar dem a wull dem off but mi a just gwaan mek sure nobody nuh pop up yasso,” Gutta says before he pulls the trigger at someone.
Carlos’ mouth is wide open as he looks at his daughter then back to me. She just like har father. Dumb as a rock.
I glare at him. “How!?” He asks, in disbelief. He didn’t know that we were prepared. He thought that his son would kill all of us then loosen him and his daughter.
Hate deh man yah. The time is now mi Don.
“How!?” He repeats, shocked. I hold my gun in a firm grip before swinging it in his mouth and blood starts oozing.
“That’s how!” I glare at him. Yuh mouth wasteman!
“ Stop! Please Nickoi.” Talia cries. I walk over to my drawer, take out a balaclava and a camera before I turn to them.
Gutta chuckles, his eyes remain fixed on the outside, unblinking. “Dut,” he mutters and I drag on the mask.
With my emotionless eyes set on Talia, my hands clenches around the gun unwaveringly and I say in a cold, sinister tone. “Mi a guh show yuh how evil mi can be especially when mi see say you would sell mi out even though I’m sparing your life.” Wicked gyal
I look at Gutta. “How out deh so look?” I inquire, wondering if they’re dead yet. That would be like music to my ears.
“Bloody,” he laughs. “Nuff a dem dead.”
I smirk. “Call Scar.” He moves immediately.
“Nickoi please,” she begs again. “I can’t watch this how am I gonna live with this?” Should I care about that?
Scar walks inside shortly after. “Yes mi G?”
“Tek out yuh gun and keep it pon har,” I tell him and he points the gun at her. “Pull har.” He nods and quickly frees her hands.
“Talia if yuh try nutt’n stupid mi sorry but yuh just a guh lose yuh life,” I warn her. And I’m serious.
“I-I won’t,” she cries and I hand the camera to her. “What’s this for?” She asks and I give her a sinister smile. Dem bring the worst out a yuh mi G.
“Start recording,” I order. She starts crying again.
“Please,” she continues to cry.
“The man a give you a chance fi live enuh so eh betta if yuh shut up,” Scar snaps at her.
“Nickoi don’t tell me you’re doing this for one bitch! You threatening me?” She has the guts to say.
“Mija..” Carlos whispers. I glare at her.
“Shut yuh mouth. Not because mi seh mi respect ooman overall mean seh mi affi look pon yuh the same cause yuh do some things weh mek mi cyah see yuh the same. So gwaan chat off yuh mouth and see if mi nuh kill yuh faster than how yuh blink,” I warn her, my voice threatening.
Carlos starts moving. “Don’t talk to he—” I swing the gun in Carlos’ mouth again. He cries out in agony. Scar chuckles, Talia crying. Mi d’evu care, yuh nah go ever figet this.
“Where’s my son?” he struggles to ask, his voice breaking, and I strike him in his mouth again and again and again. Blood is oozing from his face.
“Deh bwoy deh dead,” Scar responds. Carlos starts pulling himself.
“I’m gonna kill you and yuh green wig head ass mom!” He cries out. I hit him again. “Ow!” he hollers.
