Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Sixty Four

Chanize POV (Part Two)

Please listen the songs, and read the lyrics.

"Wah the fuck this?"

I didn't know if I was pissed or surprised.

"No bother with the excitement... It's just drive," Dwayne spoke.

"Ashley and Gunbag in a the car... Wah me can do you?"

My eyes locked with Ashley's.

Bitch, weh you just do? I hoped to send a telepathic message.

Dwayne now knows where I live.

But Dwayne is right... They were.

Nothing can happen... Nothing can go wrong.

"Just drive," I rocked back in the seat.

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The car ride was silent.

Nobody spoke.

"You wah tell me bout the messages you send me wah night?" Dwayne broke the silence.

"I got it under control,"

"Who you?" Dwayne retaliated,
"——Or you bicycle man?"

Ofcourse he was going to bring that up.

"You little German bitch know say weh you deh?"  I challenged.

He fucking disgusted me.

Truly.

Silence.

"How you Markx man eye?"

Oh, he is trying be petty.

"Still seeing me," I had my eyes fixed on the road.

Dwayne chuckled.

We were now heading to Spanish Town.

"Chanize..." He voice got deep, and serious.

I side eyed him.

I couldn't meet his stare.

Fuck, we weren't half way to our destination and I the tension between us was already built up.

"When ya come home?"

I swallowed hard.

Ashley cleared her throat.

I didn't even remember about them being at the back.

Leaning my head against the window, I closed my eyes. Hoping to fall asleep...

"Member we fi make a small stop a Oasis," Gunbag spoke.

Oasis?
Why?

"Why are we stopping at Oasis?"

"Me and Ashley ago pick up something over the ultrasound place,"

Ultrasound?

That's news to me.

"Me member man..." Dwayne finally got a chance to speak.

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Slowly we prevailed into the traffic leading to Oasis plaza, the Pines/Naggo Head taxi men argued over parking space.

"You want KFC?" Dwayne questioned as he turned into the plaza, driving pass the fried chicken franchise,

"I fine..." I lied.

He knows I love zinger box.

He drove deeper into the plaza, scurrying the perfect parking space.

"Gunbag..." All four windows rolled down as he focused on parallel parked under a withering tree.