Casidy's POV

'Di man couldn't even wait pon mi fi fully park fi jump outta di vehicle!'

I was so upset because knowing Reign, the phone was on silent, only because he didn't want me to hear the incoming messages or calls.

'If him eva think mi go sidung and tek no disrespect, him have a next thing coming essi'

I watched as he skipped up the stairs.

'Mi deven woulda run back a him eno, him just try mek sure a supm serious!'

Balancing the phone on the car window I, quickly stepped back as the timer counted down. And 'Click!' The phone snapped my pic!

It was just then that i realized, not much cars were in the parking lot. Strange! On a Saturday night? Something was definitely up.

'Only one, two...three and ours four. Only four cars deh ya! Dus cyaan safe'

I then hurried upstairs. I buzzed and was shocked at my sight.

"Dis cyaan real to pussyclaat!" Reign yelled. "Den the 5 a unu deh ya and none a unu no mek one!"

"Bossy wi angle it propa boss!" Gringo answered boastfully. "Wi line up him face and tek out di money him ave inna im cross shoulda bag!"

"Every man lif up outta mi eye sight right now and mine mi affi start pump shot inna ya!" Reign said lifting his sweat shirt exposed the bulge at his side. "Cause mi cyaan see wa mek unu let di man go!"

'Mi hate when him do that! Dis fucking man dark lacka midnight!'

"As a matta a fact!" He gestured his gun finger at the bartender, "TP mek sure she reach home and everything alright! Rest a unu lef mi place!"

The counter for the bar was wet and lettered with broken glass. The stools were scattered and lodge all over the bar. The atmosphere reeked a chaotic vibe, broken bottles, spilled mixed liquor and just a bad aurora!

'What the hell happened here?'

"Yuh fi lucky man rate yuh!" Gringo whispered as he passed me to walk through the door. "Misstriss Brown"

'If Reign ever hear yuh, yuh see who lucky!'

"Goodnight Mr. Neil," I said further making my way inwards.

"What happened here Reign?" He took his sweat shirt off and took it around to the office. He returned with gloves, bleach, sanitizer, broom, scoop, mop and some rags and placed them on the floor.

"Come mek mi show yuh!" He walked towards the door and secured it with his key then held my hands and lead me in the direction of the office. He pulled a laptop from his desk and poked at it.

Moments later he pulled the chair out for me to sit and played the video footage from earlier. Hovering me, we watched it together.

We sped up a few areas, but eventually watched enough to see what had happened and spotted out a few unfamiliar faces.

A group of men came into the bar and sat down, each lining the counter. Of the group, one stood out both by age and by dressing. He was middle aged as opposed to the others and he dressed a bit more classier than the others. It was obvious he was 'di head chef and bakkle washa!'

After about half an hour of drinking and galivanting he signalled one of the guys and the rest went outside upon his lead.

'Clear set up!'

We played back the video and zoomed to get a clear look at his face but it was as if he knew the cameras were there and tried avoiding them at all cost.

'Fucka smart, but dem neva tell yuh bout Detective Casidy Brown?'

I studied his features because I somehow knew this wouldn't be the last of his appearance. If anything, this was a warning! But the question still lies...

'Is this the Uncle?'

"C Yuh a move in wid mi a mawning yere... No badda protest pon mi ya now! Mi done show yuh waa gwaan and mi no waan risk unu being out there without protection, mi rada unu deh under mi nose weh mi can monitor everyting. If a even temporarily Casidy....but atleast until mi bag da piece a garbage deh!"

To be honest. I wasn't gonna protest. Its too soon yes, but its for our own safety and frankly I am glad he wants to protect us.

'So mi fi play hero! And risk mi pickney and fimi life? No fucking way!'

"Ok!" Was all I said. He stared at me suspiciously, "A wa? Mi seh supm wrong? All I did was say 'ok' eno!" I held my hands up to show surrender.

He quickly turned and stepped out to clean up the mess out front. I followed shortly and helped him a bit.

We swept up the broken bottles and wiped the liquor from the ground. Then we just did a big wash down of the counters and floor, then straightened the stools. Soon the place was looking real 'spick n span'.

I was giving the counter one last wipe when I felt his hands gripping my waist from behind, then slowly making its way upwards cuppingmy breasts. I was in a sports bra, as I took his sweat shirt off so I could help him clean up.

"Bumpa cock up round a back deh doe!" His warm breath tickled my ear.

"Reign, yuh know wi cyaan do that ya so!" I warned him. I just knew his naughty intentions!

'As if yuh no want it too! Yuh and yuh clear fucking liva!' My subconciousness teased.

His touch alone was enough to send me off the rails. There was something about this man that just stirs up the exotic side of me. There was a small ignition and the fire of desire slowly set path over my organs!

'Unu come like Mongrel dawg inna heat!' She said as I suppressed her into mute mode.

'Chat too much man!'

"A wonda wa mek?" The base in his voice, vibrated my eardrums and traveled all the way down to my abdomen and below.

'Fuck'

"Di cameraszzzzz...." I breath out. His erection grew against my ass as his hands massaged my breasts.

"A who yuh just see pull up di video a while ago ? Yaa big oman C, use yuh head man!" He said pushing his tongue in my ear.

'Yuh think a deh so mi waan yuh push yuh tongue inna! Fucking brite... full time fi you use your head! Welp!'

My eyes rolled back as He did this. It was now as if a pipe was leaking down there.

'Ohhh its about to get down!'