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“Oh mi a go study later cause mi still a guh have exam,” I add, then we chat about random things until he’s standing by the road, looking for a taxi.
“Sash she nah go a church too?” I laugh out but his response makes me scream.
“Man a fi har salvation, mi nuh kno’ a which man yaad she guh last night a neva Marko cause she sprain up and fi him teely likkle. Caah sprain a soul.”
Even now I’m laughing. I can’t stop. “Ahh bwoy... no sah yuh affi guh dung. How yuh kno’ that?”
“A Sash wi a talk bout, she chat everything,” he says and I giggle walking out.
“Mi a go get breakfast,” I say then my mind turns to his allusive girlfriend.
“A wah mi do yuh mek yuh nah mek mi meet har?” I tilt my head, gaze narrow.
He looks a little confused until he catches on. “She just shy,” he laughs.
“So? tell har yuh best friend shy too,” I walk down the spiral stairs, not wanting to go into the elevator. I hear Juaqína’s voice and roll my eyes. Wah dis girl a do in a mi house!?
Gavin chuckles. “Mi a go mek unuh meet one a dem day yah.”
“But Nickoi yuh cya beat up yourself enuh cause a good thing yuh never kill him there because Zara would a know a you and yuh nuh know how she would a tek it,” Juaqína says, and I stop walking before hanging up the phone. Nuh call mi name in a yuh mouth.
“Yeah a fi real G. A nuh like how yuh kill Carlos and she nuh know, because she nuh really know of no connection seh a Talia father so yuh just affi go think bout how you a go do this,” Gutta chimes in.
WAIT.
PAUSE.
NICKOI KILL CARLOS?!
That name sounds so familiar, a weh mi know it from?
‘...Chaos on Constant Spring Rd on Friday close to midday as gun men engaged in a gun fight with a security team from Pe´rez Club which ended with 1 female and 12 men dead and one man missing known as Carlos Pe´rez, a Mexican businessman who resides in Kingston.’ I stare. His picture pops up on the screen and I gasp. I saw him at Western Union... oh my God.
Shit the news! Carlos Pe´rez but a how him would a do this when he was at Mystic Mountain with us?
I start thinking about the news again. ‘Yuh know seh mi and mi wife did in a Pe´rez club when mi see some man run in and just start bore up all of Carlos security them. Bay gunshots so mi start run lef mi wife cause me frighten and then mi tun back and grab har and them spot mi but demneva’ shoot after mi so mi know seh dem know who dem come fa,’ the witness says.
I remember hearing a female in the unknown gang too. So basically, the woman would a be Juaqína and Gutta dem abduct him and if Carlos was missing after the news Nickoi had a lot of time to kill him after. “Oh my God,” I breathe.
Adrenaline and dread course through my body as I process everything. Did he kill Talia too? My anger flares and I walk in front of them, glaring at Nickoi. They’re no longer talking about ‘Carlos’.
“Wah mi just hear!?” I raise my voice. He looks at me confused.
“Weh yah talk bout?” Watch him a lie.
“That mi a seh,” Juaqína chimes in. I turn to her, pointing to the door.
“Bitch get out!” I step forward to her. “Tired a you now. Every time mi a talk to
him yuh wah but in get out before me help yuh!” Bombaaaat!
She gets up, and I move closer to her. Nickoi puts his arm around my throat, gently holding me to him.
“Gwan Juaqína,” he orders and Gutta gets up too.
“Inna the laterz,” he says before he leaves.
I shake off his grip, shooting him a fiery glare. “Cyaa believe yuh pretend like yuh never know nutt’n bout Carlos and you kill him!” I fire back, replaying that news clip in my head.
