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“Stop...” Talia begs.
“Shut up gyal!” Scar barks at her.
I put my gun at his temple before I move over to the camera. I use the gun to touch the cut in his mouth and press it down.
“Ahhhhhh!” he screeches before I put the gun to his head again, playing with the trigger. “Por favor perdónanos! I’ll do anything for you just d-don’t hurt him, I’ll give you a blow job, anything you want, please just don’t hurt him, you’ve done enough,” she says quickly. (Please forgive us)
I glare at her but she isn’t seeing my face because it’s covered with the mask. “How yuh mean mi do enough!? Just shut up yuh mouth yaw gyal cause yuh nav nutt’n sensible fi say,” I say angrily.
“But..” she starts.
“Shut up!” Gutta’s voice an echo.
I push the gun closer to his head. “Last words?”
He gulps. “Don’t do this,” he cries. Look at you.
“Yuh just say if things did work your way how yah mek man rape my ooman and feel say yah get weh?” I ask him, laughing humorlessly.
“Shallow grave eh boy fi get,” Gutta smiles.
“Bwoy all seh him a gimme ten headshot and send picture to mommy,” I repeat his words. Him mad mon.
“Please...” she begs.
“Mi might have a likkle mercy fi you, but yuh father him affi get it,” I rasp. Carlos tries to move as his body shakes like a leaf. Then Gutta laughs. “Weh yah run go bwoy?”
“Him cya even move,” Scar shakes his head with a laugh. I sigh before saying a prayer—something my father taught me. Mi know God probably nah go forgive me but mi know mi about fi commit a sin. Him can forgive mi if him want. I aim the gun at Carlos’ head before I pull the trigger five times at him. He falls to the ground and I pull the trigger five more times.
She starts hollering. “Daddyyyyyy!” I ignore Talia as I kick his lifeless body.
“Wicked bwoy Carlos may yuh soul rest wherever the wicked dem rest,” Scar chuckles. I grab the camera from her before I shoot it until it smashes to smithereens.
“Dad!” She drops to her knees. “Nooooo!”
Her resounding screams and cries fills the room. I take off my mask, staring at her blankly; no emotion, no remorse, as she clings to him, his face already unrecognizable.
“S-She know this side of you?” she looks up at me, and asks with her voice shaky, lips shivering, her face drenched with tears. I still don’t give a shit. I smirk at what’s left of him, thinking of emptying the clip. I’m in the mood. I’d do it again.
“No, but a you and yuh father bring out the worst in me. While you have a permanent scar, wi finally a have peace. And trust mi if yuh do nutt’n stupid mi a go hurt yuh. For now, you’ll stay here until I have sup’m figured out,” I tell her.
I don’t trust the bitch. She looks down at him, her cries are ear splitting. Why the f... she nuh shut up? “Yuh waah join him?” I cock the gun, it clicks. She grows silent. “Mek a next sound and yuh see wah happ’m.” I throw the gloves and the mask in the bin and walk into the bathroom.
After cleaning myself, I walk out and find Gutta talking with Keno. “Everybody good,” Keno says. They look at me. “You good mi G?”
“Nuh inna the chatting right now,” I don’t stop. Mi just wah get high. The noise dies down. Not another word is uttered. They can feel it, I’m not in the mood. When I start killing, I don’t want to stop.
“Mi Don if..” Gutta walks behind me. “If... if yaw link Jet mother now mi a fawud.”
47. FAMILY
Nickoi
As soon as I get in my car, I light a spliff and stare at a selfie Zara took at the beach, her hair like waves, her features mesmerizing. The weight in my chest loosens. Gutta next to me, smoking too, but he’s quiet. Pensive. He’s never seen me like this. She calms me. He sees it too. Jah kno... drugz. I need her right now. In a beat, my attention shifts. My phone is ringing. It’s Jordane. Nickoi yuh nah gwaan good enuh look how long yuh nuh link yuh son?
I chuckle before I pick up.“Yow,” he says and I start the car before I drive off.
“Wah yuh deh pon?” I ask.
