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His sister has the key. “Don’t give him the key,” Nicki says walking over to her.
“Give the man the key!” Jordane snarls at his sister.
“Him still heated, him need fi stay yasso,” Nicki speaks coldly.
NICKI
Earlier that day...
“Good fi see back mi likkle sister,” Adonis widens his arms and hug me. I chuckle.
“Don a fi yuh sister this?” his friend asks.
“Yah a mi rich sister,” Hear yah now God.
I lean on the shop railing. “Wah a stop you from being rich?” I ask him pointedly.
“Mi just nuh get the right push... and a you affi go gi mi it from the drugs business,” he has the audacity. I laugh out. Him brite eeeh? Mi never know him did contribute and help mi hold up mi leg dem.
“Like yuh lick all fi yuh chip, weh yah try seh?” I really have to ask my brother.
“How yah move like yuh wah style mi ina mi owna place so?” he growls.
“So nuh Flanka mi come from too?” I know where he’s going with this.
“Yuh nuh go deh with Spanish Town Drugs Lawd weh mek yuh rich and a gwaan like yuh nuh member Flanka and how yuh used to struggle yer.” Hear the dutty badmind bwoy weh mi call mi bredda.
“Wah you want Adonis?” I sigh, already over this conversation. I really wah hear him say it fi himself mek mi send him up unda him madda. We don’t have the same mother and mi nuh like a bone in a har.
“Mek yuh son Nickoi weh a run the business mek mi get part of it,” he says.
“Nuh call mi son name in a yuh mouth and you could a never get part of we business.... yuh know how much sacrifice we mek?” I raise my voice.
“So yuh sista a deal wid yuh?” his friend chimes in. I shoot him a glare.
“Shut up... nobody a chat to yuh?” I glare at him. He stands up and Itouch my waist. Play wid me. Adonis raise his hand. “Done.” his gaze narrow.Him know yuh nuh ramp fi buss shot.
“Yuh still nah gimmi part a the business?” He asks desperately. “Mi all hear seh unuh have car mart too enuh... wah unuh a go do wid money?” He goes on to asks.
What a way dem a watch wi.
I roll my eyes at him. “You can stay deh, a yuh badmind ways mek yuh still deh weh yuh deh.” I walk away and he calls me again.
“Nicki!”
“Nuh chat to mi!” I jump in my car.
“So yah deal with yuh brother?” he’s now smiling. The gold teeth on his incisors shining in the sun.
I glare at him. “Test mi faith and yuh see if mi nuh be nasty to yuh... yuh see how mi a behave miself?” Him mussi feel mi fraida him.
He gets in his Voxy bus and drives off in the opposite direction.
67. INSOMNIA
Nickoi
“Come mi need fi talk to yuh,” Mommy puts her arms around me as we walk away from the crowd.
