Page 39 of Not My Type
Kaka now!The crazy girl in my head exclaims.
She smiles and Clova glares at her but by the looks of it. Clova already knows. “Mi tell yuh fi lef that man alone enuh, yuh nuh see him have him woman and mi sure know him nah lef har fi yuh,” Clova says to her angrily. She kisses her teeth.
Watch ya nuh!
“After we nuh deh, a mi Ghee that though, whether or not him have him woman,” the seventeen-year-old girl says to her Aunt. Raatid.Zara, you don’t even have this ‘mount a courage.
It’d be handy in my current situation. I’d be able to face my family — especially Mama and let her know I’m dating whoever I want, whether or not she likes it. We haven’t had the conversation about Nickoi—as yet, but I know the type of guy she likes for me. She loved Malik— such a gentleman, she’d say.
So yuh get the gist.
“Mi been down dem road deh before enuh so you can gwaan nuh listen to me,” Clova warns her. She chuckles.
“Aunty a wah do yuh?” She takes up the bottle of Hennessy and walks out and Clova and I look at each other.
I stay silent.
“Mek she gwaan,” Clova says before she fixes the plate and hand it to me.
“Thank you,” I’m all smiles. Curry chicken and rice! Who else is a fiend for this?
I beam radiantly at the plate before I look back at Clova. She’s just as eager to dive in the sizzling curry goodness. “This gwaan enuh!” I exclaim. Just the way it smells and the presentation makes it a ten. Nah lie’
“Mash mi bout fi mash this up,” she jokes and we laugh. She’s such a genuine person.
When I’m leaving, I give her a hug and quickly get in my Ontime taxi. I greet the driver and pull out my phone— doing nothing.
NICKOI
“A weh you go get so much white gyal fam?” I ask the moment I step in the mansion. Skwash laughs.
“You know our style. All four yuh can lef with mi chaagie,” he grins.
“As a killa,” I chuckle and he repeats it.
“As a realll killa,” we laugh and knock our fists together.
The Caucasian vixens are shaking their asses together as they stare flirtatiously in the cameras— the killers on the other hand are vibing with their rifles. We’re at his video shoot. I can’t stay long, but I promised I’d come through for an appearance. After this, I have to attend the club opening. He turns, calling over his team. When they approach me, I pull the black Kandura over my Dior outfit and wrap the turban around my head. Then I grab my Dracos.
I hop on the island and start my role. The videographer comes my way, and I slap a Hispanic girl’s ass as she grinds on me. I bite my lip and exhale the smoke through my nose just before lip synching to the line with the gun moving upwards.
“Heartless killas, 6ix boss roll wid, weh ah rob brinks truck and bruk bank,” I bob my head.
The girls behind me glide their hands down my back sensually, while an Egyptian girl whispers incoherently in my ear. She’s dark skinned, reminding me of Zara.
Soon after that scene, we move around a table with laptops and count money on the bill counters. The lights flash, letting us know that Intermission has started. I remove the clothes and give him a heads up that I’m about to leave.
“Weh you mean man? Mi understand. Respect fi come true yuh yer dat Don Dadda?” he hands me a duffle bag. I take it.
“Nuh say a word six boss,” I retort. I leave after our talk, ignoring the ladies’ calls.
“You nuh wah mi set up a thing fi yuh!?” Skwash shouts from inside, referring to the girls.
Zara crosses my mind once again. I have enough issues already.
“No man, that good,” I tell him before I get inside my Benz.
16. SAVAGE
