《The Jamaican Savage and Ratched kinda Love》'The Spot'
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Reign's POV
A wa da bwoii ya really up to inna the night ya? Glock inna hand cause mi naa tek no check!
On high alert I rushed towards the car.
"No no no no!" He squirmed clearly alarmed by my presence.
"A wapm sa! Fuck ya mek up noise fa?" His eyes so focus on my Glock that he wouldn't even blink. I suddenly noticed his hand very slowly, almost like its not moving, making its way to the hand break.
" Touch it and see if mi no mek yuh look like residue inna straina quicker than yuh mind can even process fi press gas!" I promised. A gush of tears flowed along his cheeks.
"Den to how mi see yuh deal wid di B no too long, mi coulda swear yuh big bad and brave to pussyclaat!"
"It was an accident! Please"
"Accident mi fuck!" I couldn't help but laugh. "So bredda yuh trip and connect a box inna har face? Betta yuh no seh a nedda fucking word!" The anger bubbled. "Hear mi now, If mi count to 5 and yuh no buss eee corner a it dat!" Raising my glock and my other hand gripping my beard, I took my stance. "One...."
Two.... thr....
By the time I reached three, all I could've seen was the fading light of his car. 'A swear da bwoii ya coulda go race a Dover, di man no 'itch a rass.'
Making my way back to the car , I looked around to see if the coast was clear so I could turn off, as I was just a few feet from my spot.
The doors were locked. 'Good girl, atleast yuh can tek telling!' I chuckled
She pressed the lock and stared at me puzzled as in got in.
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"Relax! Mi no dweem nuttn man, just a little scare!" I smirked. I could hear the air hissing from her lungs as she went into calm mode.
We were now at the spot. I came out and opened the door for her. The moon light seemed to magnify her beauty.
'Gyal Nice yuh fuck!'
I watched her saddened eyes turn bright with awe. It was as if her troubles had just melt away in seconds. We both took deep breaths lost in the enchantment of the dazzling sea infront us.
The air was filled with the aroma of a hint of salt and the sweet flowery scent of whatever perfume she wore. Water glistening, while the waves danced to the whistling tune of the sea breeze. It was all so mystical.
"This is Beautiful!" She smiled saying.
'Yeah man a my spot this!' If boasty was a person, 'a woulda mi this right now.'
"Wa yuh mean yuh spot? No tell mi seh yuh carry come ya so fi tek advantage a mi! It look like I am that easy to you?" She growled, turning to look at me.
Then it hit me, she thought I brought her out here to fuck cause mi seh a 'my spot'!
'Den a so mi look bloodclaat thirsty fi a gyal think mi a try fuck har?'
"Calm dung yuh self Miss!" I said with clenched teeth. "Dis a weh mi come fi clear mi mind, not fi fuck!"
"Ohhh.... ummm s... sorry, " scratching her ears quite emabarassed, she stuttered. "I never meant to..."
"Yuh good man" I hissed my teeth not even looking her direction.
We were now gently sitting on her bonnet just simply lost in the view.
After what seemed like hours of just staring, not even a peep, she finally said. "Thank you for this, I am Casidy by the way"
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"You're welcome and I am Reign!"
"Seriously!" She giggled almost turning over. "Wa kinda name that??!!"
Normally I would get upset with reactions like these, but it somehow amused me this time. And I was now laughing along with her.
We chat randomly for the next half hour until I noticed her shivering which signaled that it was time for movements, so we drove back to the bar.
" Thanks again Reign" she hugged me, squeezing me so tight and said. "I feel so much better right now. Almost as if nothing had happened and I am grateful you took me there, even though..." she paused. "Mi almost nyam off yuh head!"
"Nuh seh a word man, as mi seh, yuh good."
"Hopefully we can do this again," she said smiling.
I nodded, knowing that she's probably saying that to sound polite. Either way, its not like mi go see her again anyways.
I stood and watched her turn the car and head off to wherever. 'Now fi check off dem book ya , lock up di bar and carry da bartenda ya home'
Which home though?fi har or fimi? Lets see where the night leads to!
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