Pulling over, I start fretting because I don’t know what Nickoi has in his Benz. I quickly look in the pocket and I only see a few documents,condoms and vapes.
Why him have..
I breathe, trying my best to keep my cool. I need to focus on what’s happening now and not that.
“Ni—” the female officer starts and quickly says. “Hi,” instead. I force a smile. She’s pretty and sexy, and I feel uncomfortable that she already expected him to be driving. And him keep condoms in his car. Wah mi fi think?
Me and him never have sex in the car. Well once, that a long time. But he doesn’t need to have them in his car. I don’t know ‘bout anyone else but it doesn’t sit right with me.
“Hi,” I say.
“How are you today?” She sounds like a bitch.
“Not bad,” I answer.
“You were driving a little fast and I was gonna write up a ticket,” she says. Oh?
“So you’re changing your mind?” I ask.
“Yes since I’m all about girl power and you’re a female,” bull shit.
It’s him. He’s the reason. If it was ‘Ni ' she would give him a ticket. I’m sure.
Sounds personal. That piece of shit.
Stop cause you nuh know nothing.
You’re sounding like him. God.
NICKOI
When I get off the phone with the client I notice that Gutta is threatening his client. I chuckle lowly watching him for a while. It’s getting funny to how he’s handling her. “Dawg a get cross enuh,” Rick whispers to me and I nod.
“Mi know man,” I say quietly.
I pour Hennessy in my cup, sipping it while waiting for him to get off the phone. Keno is inside cooking while Junior is inside with the babies. I’m sitting in the passenger seat of my car while Rick is sitting on the car. After a while Gutta gets off the call and he seems like it turns out good for him. He seems happy as he walks over to us.
“Bredda mi affi race up that, stubborn enuh dawg,” Gutta says and I chuckle.
“Mi notice,” I say and he sits, gulping down his pure Hennessy.
“Yow mek we play some game nuh, wah unuh say?” Junior ask from the door.
“Now?” I ask.
“Come on dawg,” Rick says, walking away. Gutta gets up immediately so I guess everyone wants to play the game.
“Set it up, mi soon fawud,” I say, getting ready to call Zara.
I call Zara’s number and she doesn’t pick up. Wah gwan wid Zara? She promise she would a tell me enuh and mi sure she lef the office. Mi wahknow a wah the result be and mi wah know how she nuh fawud in yet. I get up, walking inside and realize that the gate is pulling. She’s here. I watch as she parks and gets out, heading over to me.
“Psssssst,” I hiss loudly and she smiles.
“Hey babe,” she simply says and walk in and I walk in behind her.
Keno and Junior made fried fish, fry chicken and rice so everyone is digging in, taking what they want while talking. Zara is talking too and I watch her from the sofa. She’s sitting next to Junior at the far end. Acting weird.
“Yow when mi and Anna a fight a nuh like normal boyfriend and girlfriend fight enuh a like a two man a fight, eh gyal can fight yuh frig,” Gutta laughs. He’s an entertainer. Rick is laughing so hard. Him too.
