ʙᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍɪ ᴛʏᴘᴇ

Draft

Zyairie POV
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"Glad yuh wake bro," I say to evil he smiles

"Dem cya tek we out fada mad death run from we,!" He says dapping the man dem up

"Yuh babymada hear wah gwaan did fawad earlier," I say to him he turns his full attention to me

"Eh,"

"But yuh know seh no ooman no allowed inna di warehouse dem unless dem work in deh," I say

Business and pleasure no mix!

"Man dem ago liff yzt inna eh lates,"

"Ah fada"
"Yeah boss"
"Keep Safe"
"Active"

I walk towards the elevator pressing the ground floor it closes I sigh

Mi feel anxious like supmu ago go wrong like supmu soon pop off

I walk through the lobby without greeting the staff

No inna di mood

Walking out to the parking lot I get in my car my finger started burning

Wtf?

Ignoring it I start the car driving off to my mother's house long time mi no see har

Pulling up at the stoplight I sighed my index finger started swelling the guard ring feeling as if it's about to burst

I look through my rearview mirror to see a tinted probox pulling up behind me

The ring gets tighter

I mentally curse

Without waiting on the light I sped off turning on a random road the car follows the ring still squeezing my finger

The pain is encruciating but I understand I gotta get outta here pulling up to a empty street the car overtakes and stop in the middle of the road

I brakes as two armed men comes out shooting at the car I'm in I duck putting the car in reverse

Can this day get any fucking worst

My phone rings

My mother name sounded in the car

I reverse turning the wheel to the left then right spinning the car around I reserve back to the gunfire then turn the steering to completely turn the car around I drive off without firing back

All a mi fucking mark x fulla hole dat a di least but who inna dem right mind ago start war wid mi

Di wulla jamaica know bout mi family and fear dem like we ave plaque so which ediatt woulda do dis

War dem want war dem ago get!

I'm fuming right now the ring has gotten my finger back to normal

I park in an alley taking my phone up I call tech he answers on the first ring

"Trace da license plate ya fimi ago send it," I say sending it to his phone

After couple seconds he says

"Boss it lead to Portland one place name long bay," he tells me typing

Portland....who tf

Dat fucka-

"Thanks," I say hanging up

Like him no know who mi be him swear a one likkle bwoy him a deal wid

I can't go to mommy now I call another person before I could type

Dylan's contact comes up

Yo yuh alright mi hear seh yuh car get shoot up

And no seh a word we deh pon we way now