《The Jamaican Savage and Ratched kinda Love》'Reign of Terror 2.0 or C of Terror?'
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Reign's POV
I heard the kicking in of the back door and took up the chair for defense ready to knock out whoever came through. The person waited a bit then entered.
As I swung with all my might, the person sited the chair and whispered.
"Bossy! A mi M&M!"
I honestly didn't know if it was real or not and the light was dim, so I stepped back in denial. I watched as he closed in on me and held his hand out. It was when his hand gripped my arms, that I knew it was real.
"Bomboclaat Bossy! Mi glad fi know yuh aaright!" He wheeled me into a hug. "But wi affi move now eno!"
"Wait man, just gimi di M&M wa inna yuh picket deh!" I said. I was so glad he was the one that came, even though mi no know how him find mi, but still! I was so hungry 'mi woulda nyam anna and har calf!'
That was exactly how he got his name. He always had a bag or two of M&M in his pockets. It was as if he couldn't function without it. Further down I learnt that he was diabetic and might need something to bring his sugar level back up just incase it had dropped. Being a trucker, all sorts of sickness could come about because of the absence of a balanced diet or not eating on time.
"Yuh no easy eno!" He laughed and retieved a pack. "Seet ya Bossy!"
I grabbed it and emptied it in my mouth with one go.
'Mi know all a dem no chew up good eno, but God know mi just waan know seh dem reach dung!'
"But yuh raw man bossy! So yuh cyaan go manage dis!" He said while holding out a gun to me. "A ten man out deh and mi ago need yuh help fi tek dem on eno!"
"Watch and learn pussy!" I said taking the gun.
I don't know if it was the ammunition and backative or the M&M, but I regained a little stamina and I was ready 'fi mek di bwoy dem pay!'
"Di car parked dung ee road so wi good fi drive weh eno!" He said.
I took the lead and went out the door, then it came to me to asked. "A who and yuh deh ya?"
"Two a wi Bossy!" He replied a bit too hesitant.
"M&M mi seh who... not how much... ansa di question yute!"
'Dis no sound safe at all!'
"Mi and Casidy bossy," he answered instantly.
"Fuck yuh mean Casidy dawg?" I answered a bit louder than expected. Just then I saw that a man was out back taking a piss.
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'Shit... a ya so it deh inno!'
I had to shoot, its either that or get shot. But either way the others would be alerted so I had to think fast.
Casidy's POV
I waited impatiently wondering if they would make it out undetected or not. The thought of losing him just did not sit right with me. And now the feeling was back. I had to step out and vomit, again!
'Cho fuck!'
The atmosphere suddenly changed as the sound of gunshots filled the air. My heart sped up with every shot fired. I didn't know whether they were safe or not. I wanted to go get them but I knew I couldn't so I jumped back into the car. As the shots died down, I decided to wait a little. I reached for my phone... and then I remembered that I tucked it away in the Nissan.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck! A how much time mi ago mess up inna one night so!'
We had no back up on the way and I was without a phone to even phone the police or anyone.
In less than a minute I saw two bodies running towards my direction. As they got closer, I saw that it was M&M and Reign. Reign was helping him as he leaped, he appeared to be shot in his left leg so I was about to run out to help when I saw a bright light coming our direction. Then out came the driver pointing a gun towards Reign.
'Nuh todeh!'
I slowly opened the vehicle and aimed at him...I closed my eyes, squeezed the trigger and....
BAM!
He fell to the ground. I then saw the tail of a black dress and made it out to be Mummy.
'Shit!'
She stepped slowly, with her hands up and John holding a gun to her head.
'Fuck, a mi cause dis! If I had only stuck with the plan!'
"If yuh eva mek nutten happen to har, yuh dead!" Reign said pointing his gun towards John. I slowly stepped beside Reign who let go off M&M without even thinking.
"Mama P, yuh alright?" Reign asked.
"Yes mi son, yuh alright?" She asked him "Casidy my sweet?"
"No eno, mi sorry!" He said sincerely. "If mi neva come inna unu life, none a dis wouldn't happen!"
"Nonsense mi child! Not a regret no inna dis. If mi coulda meet yuh 20 more time , I would! Just to see you put a smile on my daughter's face and my granddaughter too!" She said smiling as if nothing bad was happening.
The tears trickled down my cheeks.
"No mi dear, no cry! Memba wa mi always tell yuh?" She reminded me.
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'Neva let them see you cry!'
I used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes and took a deep breath, we only needed a distraction and I swear 'mi cut him off clean clean!'
His laughter filled the air as he came a little closer.
"Unu swear unu smart eeeeh?" He said. "Naa lie, di plan almost fully work out, except unu do one likkle miscalculation.... Di likkle girl!"
My heart skipped a beat as he uttered his words.
'Charity ...Him couldn't so sick! '
"Di fuck dat mean!" Reign said walking towards them, his dark mode was now on.
"Careful nephew ! Anotha step and yuh precious Mada-in-law gone wid the wind." His words promoted Reign to make a sudden stop. " Brakes sharp man!"
"To be honest, I fell for the invitation, the apology letter seemed so sincere" He waved the gun up and down as he spoke.
Reign's POV
If it was anyone else standing there, I would've shot him as soon as he lifted the gun. But surely not Mama P, there was no way I was gonna chance it! So I watched him carefully as he spoke and the way he dragged his words, I could tell he was tipsy. Thats one thing we can use to our advantage.
"Mi even fall fi the whole move on business when yuh show up wid da yute deh and tell mi bout that ship has sailed." He laughed a little, then continued, "But yuh know when mi start ummmmm..... you young people woulda seh pree.... Yuh know when mi start pree yuh!"
I corner eyed Casidy, who was staring him down, perfectly aimed and not as much as a slight twitch! I couldn't help but admire.
'Bad bloodclaat gyal... if him eva mek she chip out todeh'
"When yuh mention seh it run inna di blood!" He shook his head. "Yeah man right deh so mi see seh yuh up to supm"
He tugged at Mama P's dress and she shouted, "Ey man! Tap 'all an pull mi man!"
"Now mi know weh yuh get the sauciness among other things from!" He bit his lips.
'If mi no fuck him up tonight, mi change mi rassclaat name again!'
"I didn't even suspect Mother dearest here any at all, untill after you were nowhere to be found, the child yelled Grandma across the room.... Den mi put two an two togedda! Yuh friend try fi cover up di pickney mouth, but mi done did hear already!"
"Man cut to the bomboclaat chase and mek mi know wa yuh waan!" I was really getting impatient. "Mi a wait 2 fucking days fi hear wa yuh waan and yuh a come wid di bag a long rass history like a hill and gully show wi deh pon! Yaa mussi talk show host to pussy claat.... yuh seh in due time yuh tell mi, so time no rassclaat due yet!"
His facial expression changed. He was no longer amused by this!
'Good... show yuh seh mi naa joke a bloodclaat!'
"If a one thing mi know mi neva do, a disrespect yuh eno Munroe!" He said then spat.
"Neva do wa? So when yuh barge inna mi wuk place like yaa boss and call mi ooman gyal, a weh yuh call dat? When yuh send yuh man dem fi watch mi and mi oman a fuck and den drug wi, nuh disrespect dat?" I couldn't believe what he was saying at all. "Oh and when yuh wol mi captive an call mi dead madda bitch, no disrespect dat.... yow don't mek mi affi get darka dan mi is inna dis to bloodclaat!"
"Yuh know who yaa deal wid bwoi?" He asked as if I was supposed to care.
"No eno and mi neva waan know, dats why mi stay far from yuh! But the real question is, yuh know who YOU a deal wid?" I stepped closer and he stepped back.
'Fucka scared!'
"Don't move mi seh bwoii!" He shouted.
"Yuh bredda created a monster outta mi yere dat, Munroe dead and bury wid da piece a shit deh wa name Wayne! A 'Reign of Fucking Terror dis, so yuh betta Bomboclaat fraid!"
And that, he definitely was!
I saw from a far, a car light coming down the road, the perfect distraction! Soon He saw the impact of the light and tried pulling back Mama P with him, but her stubbornness took over.
She stomped him with her heel in his foot and dived off to the side, giving me the perfect opportunity to end this.
'Yuh dead now pussy!'
I stepped forward and emptied the clip, deafened by the impact of the sound. His body danced to the bullets as they lodged into him. Even after I was empty, He danced about and I turned to see Casidy's finger pressing on rapid!
'Fuck! Mi neva waan dis fi C at all!'
"Casidy!" I shouted and she froze on the spot. She looked at me, dropped the gun shaking and collapsed to the ground.
"Mi pickney!" Mama P cried out.
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