Mario’s eyebrows lift. His mind is racing.
“Adonis did a link with the man weh dem dash weh too, that a Carlos,” Dane adds.
“You mean Perez?” Mario asks.
“Yeah.”
“Can I call you tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah man.”
“Thanks,” Mario says, then ends the call. He turns to his wife, smiling. “Nickoi. Could be him. Everything pointing that way. If he had issues with Carlos and Adonis, that would make sense. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.”
His wife sighs. “I just want to go back to England.”
“You check on the kids?”
“They’re sleeping,” she says, smiling weakly. Inside, she wants to throw up.
“I’ll come to bed soon,” he says.
She nods, then walks out. As soon as the door closes, she opens the safe and dials her brother.
“British?” Nickoi answers.
“We have a problem.”
He goes quiet. “So you a tell mi—”
“Shh,” she cuts him off, keeping her voice low. “He talked to Dane. He’s building a case. Meet me in Liguanea tomorrow. For now… stay home. Be careful.”
Nickoi exhales. “Alright. Respect, sis.”
“Love you always, litto bwoy,” she teases her nickname for him as a child.
He chuckles. “Heart a love.”
52
Proof
The babies are on the bed, my ‘polo babies’. I grip my towel, trying to get ready for work, but this man has a tent in his shorts. Teebone’sCrownis playing loud in the room. He was dancing for the babies when I walked out of the shower. I try to reach for my clothes, but Nickoi’s already behind me. My grip on the towel tightens. He lifts me up, arms wrapped around my waist.
“Put me down,” I whine, though I’m enjoying it.
“Mhm,” he hums, unconvinced.
I giggle. “Put mi down nuh, Nickoi.”
He chuckles.
My back presses against his chest.
“Mi nah laugh enuh,” I say while laughing.The irony.
“So weh yaw do?” he questions. He sets me down, loosens the towel, one hand holding the back then cups my now-exposed breast.Ah bwoy.
I try pushing him away. He presses me into the closet.
