Page 154 of Not My Type
“Did go link a b,” he tells me and Gutta looks at me chuckling. I start laughing. Then Gutta says. “Yah go haad fam!” I chuckle, connecting the phone to the car. Jordane laughs.
“Right way,” I add as I focus on the road.
“Yuh just dash mi weh so,” I hear Lorie’s voice. My smile fades.
Mi glad fi hear from mi likkle bredda but Lorie just... Chro. I’m not in a good mood especially after killing Carlos and hearing Lorie’s voice right now is making me even more agitated.
“Not even a text yuh nuh sen mi,” she adds and I spot Gutta laughing while shaking his head.
“Lorie mi busy from wen,” I say.
“With yuh girlfriend?” she asks in a sarcastic tone.
“A wah do yuh Lorie?” I hear Jordane saying to her and I look at Gutta and we start laughing. I don’t know why I’m laughing.
I slow down at the traffic and take a quick swig from my Hennessy.
“Mi suppose to come check unuh in a the lataz enuh,” I tell Jordane.
“Ahh mommy deh cook beef, so mi will just tell har fi deal wid some fried fish fi you and Gutta,” Jordane says.
“Yeah bro,” I say, focusing on the road.
“Respect mi likkle chargie,” Gutta smiles.
“Mi a hear unuh, mi a go scale the fish and thing,” I hear my mother say in the background.
“Mommy,” I say with a smile.
“Mek sure yuh mek eh well pepper enuh mommy!” Gutta says excitedly.
“Alright nuh seh a word,” she laughs just before calling Jor.
“Come tek yuh phone mi a go get back to the food.” Big chef Nicki.
“So bro, what time you a reach a wi foot?” Jordane asks. I check my watch and it’s 1:58 PM. Almost 2 o’ clock.
“Bout 4 o’ clock wi a reach cause wi have some business fi deal with ya now,” I tell him.
“Ah... do eh right,” he says before he hangs up.
As we drive through Gregory Park a thought comes to my mind. The whole gang been a show dem loyalty and mi feel like mi fi keep a party fi just the whole family.
“Gutta,” I start and he looks at me, “Yuh know one thing dawg, mi never really believe in a people but a swear since lately me a see say God a show mi some rare people in a mi circle starting from you—the wul gang go right back to Juaqína and mi appreciate unuh Dawg and mi rate unuh loyalty,” I say to him.
He’s nodding as he taps the spliff in the car ashtray. As a stoner. “Mi a go mek some call and just keep a likkle thing a Spain fi just the gang.”
“Dat would a bad dawg,” he agrees.
“Mhm,” I smile.
“Real thing mi general, a one family mon we might nuh be blood but a one family,” Gutta says.
“One family til wi heart stop and we eye lock,” I say then my mind runs on Zara.
“Zara..” I start and he looks at me. Mi don’t even know wah mi wah say bout har. Jah. I laugh to myself. “As mi bring har up everything weh mi did go say fly out a mi head.”
Gutta chuckles. “A real girl that dawg.” Fi real.
