Everybody know Nickoi. And mi nah lie, Zara woulda breed tonight if she wasn’t on them injections. At least she can’t miss these like she did her pills.
“Weh Zara deh?” Suzanne asks with a sly smile.
“She a wul a five,” I say, smirking.
“Eeeh?” Anna’s eyes widen.
“From earlier she a sleep,” Junior jumps in, making me laugh. Gutta just chuckles, low and quiet.
While the rest of them talk and sip, I slide away and lean on the railing, eyes fixed on the dark ocean. Salt in the air, breeze on my skin. I let the sounds pull me under. The ocean’s the only thing talking right now, and I like it that way. Solitude brings clarity.
I light the spliff, lean back, and watch the smoke rise. My brain’s been restless for months, too many dead ends. But now it’s quiet enough to think. Really think.
I’ve been trying to shift for a while now. Out of the mess. Out of the underground. Not out of the life… just the location.
And this?
This yacht setup?
It’s perfect.
People pay to party while nobody really checks what’s moving in and out. I’ve been watching how it is. No cameras. No real security. That’s an opportunity. I could build a Pier. Make it legit on the surface. Rent yachts. Host events. Then behind the scenes, transport becomes easier. Less eyes. More routes. The product moves while people party.
I check my Rolex.
Too late to call my lawyer, but first thing tomorrow, he’s getting that call.
I see it now. The next empire. One step at a time. First move… buy the perfect location.
50
Range
The ceiling fan spins slow while Mr. Blair sweet-talks some big-time real estate agent on the phone. We just spent an hour searching land listings, and now he’s grinning like he’s known this woman forever. First convo, and he’s already laughing like they got history?
“Yes, I know him personally. He’s a single-minded businessman… very successful too. I’m sure you’ll get along with him,” he says, clicking his pen back in that recliner.
I check my watch. Almost 3. Zara’s probably dressed and waiting. I told her I’d take her to the range, and honestly? It’s time. No more “I’ve been busy.” You make time for what you want.
Mr. Blair hangs up, still grinning. “She already has a location in Kingston. I gave her your number. Talk to her, check it out, then we’ll handle the paperwork.”
“Respect,” I nod, shaking his hand before I head home to pick up Zara.
When I pull up, I spot her cousin chatting with Micheal, the younger security.
I smirk.
Wonder wah she up to now.
“Zara,” I call. She kisses the babies and waves, then slides into the car, Stanley cup in her hand as usual.
“Ready?” I ask, eyeing her lips while she sips. They glisten. I think she said yes.
You d’even a listen.
I glance away, feeling myself staring too hard. I want to kiss her.
“Every time we a go pan the road, yuh have that cup. Wah yuh a drink this time?” I ask, leaning back.
