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Like something out of a movie scene, they stood there.

Paris's clung tighter to Amari's wet legs and she tightened the towel.

Zendi shoved the man in his back and he briefly closed his eyes. The stink scent of him hugs  the room and a wet  noodle hang in his loose knotted hair and dingles down his sideburn.

He's of dark complexion, thick built, he looks around the age of twenty five. His skin as been tainted; he looks as if he has been mad for years.

Mrs Green side steps backwards and held her bossom.

"Jesus Christ."

"Zendi?" Amari asked, covering her nose. Paris peeked around her legs at him; Amari could feel the fear evaporating through her.

"Why yuh woulda call Madman ina di house Zendi? Laad God, mi cah tek e sent, him a talk? Yuh ask him weh him a do In a di shop?"

The man held up his hands in the air but Zendi stopped him.

"Don't even move," She growled.

Amari have been a protective mother, not wanting to paint another picture of Zendi in her head, she forcefully unclench Paris's hands from around her.  Mrs Green took Paris from around Amari's leg and forcefully bring her to the kitchen. The wailing of her could be heard loudly in the house.

Upon remembering that Dominic left breakfast in the microwave she turned and shouted, "There's breakfast in the microwave!"

That was how Paris wailing stops.

"Ask him what the hell he doin’ with a gun, Browning. Ain't never heard of no mad man walkin’ ‘round with a piece. A clean one too," Zendi said, pushing the bat in the back of his head.

Something wasn't right, is like the air  shifted.

His voice came out near to perfection as he formed his sentence, "I can explain," He held up both his hands and said.

"Yuh nuh mad right?" Amari asked. She steps cautiously towards him. "Talk again."

"What should I say? There's a bulldog breathing down my neck."

"Who you calling bull dog?" Zendi attempt to hit him with the bat, but Amari caught it.

"How is your teeth that clean? Mad man have time Fuh toothpaste?" Amari asked.

"There's a Id in my pocket." He said.

"I ain't taking a chance with you, maybe you one a them madman that went to school," Zendi said, she steps around him and bent to search him, that was when Amari saw the gun in her waist ban.

"Weh yuh get Gun?" Amari asked.

Patting him down, Zendi scrunches her nose and removed a wallet, "It belongs to him, open this."

She opened the Wallet and take a look outside. She was met with ranges of five thousand dollar bills, bank cards, and Id. She removes the Id and the name she saw causes her to take deep breaths. She breathes in relieved.

"Ashton?"

"Yes, mi same one," He said and rolled his eyes. "Mi can get up now? Mi foot a hot mi and mi wah di wata weh mi did fi go buy."

Zendi looks at them with raised eyebrows and her head leading to the side.

"Who is he?" She asked, lowering the bat.

"I work for Mr Romano, boss hafi come mek mi gwaan, mi nah play Dem yah role again, amount a lick mi get to bloodclaat mi know madman feel pain," He got up and winced and Zendi laughed out.

"The hell you didn't say something?" Zendi asked, pulling him up. She assist him to the Varanda and the scent follows him.

Mrs Green came out with Paris following behind. Paris held a barbecued chicken leg in her  hand.

"Where is the madman?"

"He isn't a madman, baby, it's a whole misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding which part? And him stink so? Him stink like when the rubbish truck a pass."

Paris rushes pass and peeps out at  them.

"I can hear you, Ms.," Ashton spoke up and Zendi laughed out.

They steps out on the Varanda to see Ashton removing his tear boot.

"No sah, put it back on, It stinks man, Paris, come from out deh with the chicken, baby, come inside. Yuh nuh have no nose Browning?" Mrs Green asked. Amari smiled at her.

"I'm gonna be on my way now," Ashton said. He took up the boots and was about to step out into the yard. He stopped and turned.

"You can have a bath first, before you go," Amari said.

"No, dat good man, nice to finally meet you," He held out his hand to Amari and then he sheeplessy grin.

He seems to have forgotten how stink he was.

"You too, and thanks again."

"Ayo, lemme go and get you that water," She said to him and followed him out.

Two men in casual clothes passes by and they stop and stare for a while. Amari watched as Zendi went for the water and returned. They talked for a bit and the Two men, and Ashton walks off. A black SUV pulls up and they all got Inside and drove off.

Zendi walks up into the yard and pulls her sagging pants up.

"It turns out that, Mr Romano has his  men protecting you, it  was a sudden move, so they ran out of men that's was how Ashton joines. He could have blown my head off, he got another gun traps to his legs."

"Jesus," Mr Green muttered. "Thank God, yuh see," She muttered looking up to the seiling.

"I on think God is in the seiling Mrs Green, " Zendi said.

"So weh Dem wah people Fi protect Browning fah? Weh Browning do?" She asked, turning around the face Amari; who as retreated to the door.

"Somebody wanted to hurt Brie, Aunty pet, that's why," Amari said, after jentle shoving Paris inside.

"So yuh good now though? All a uno Good?" She asked with concern dripping from her voice.

"Yeah, we fine, we all fine, am just staying here for a while caz Cals and I aren't on good terms."

Mrs Green as been more like a Grandmother to Amari, so she feels comfortable talking to her even though she's just a family friend of her mother.

"Oh, hush, in due time everything will work out, ano soon leaf drop ina wata it rotten," She rubs Amari arms in a comforting way. " Anyways mi gyal, Long time mi nuh see Brie ino, mi hafi go bake some cookie and go look fi har, a weh she stay now?"

"At my place, am gonna stop by, you can come now, Amma drop you off and  go and get shoes for Browning. Then Amma come get you."

"Mek mi go lock up e shop,"  She said, stepping down. "Paris!"She calls out.

Paris came back, holding ginger by the head and Amari took the wailing cat from her hands. This isn't the first time she's seeing Mrs Green, but she isn't that close to her.

"Yes? Mrs Green?" Her tiny voice asked.

"Not you to, a Zendi alone call outta e wull a uno, call mi so, mi nuh wah yuh call mi so, call mi grandma."

"But I already have two grandmothers, Can I have three Grandmothers, mommy?" She turned and held up three fingers.

Not knowing how to answer; Amari looks to Mrs Green for help.

"Call mi Grandma dat mi seh, mi soon come back."

"Okay, Grandma?" She asked.

"Right," Mrs Green, heavily step down into the yard and balances her self on her bow Legs.

"Amma go to the supermarket and get some Toiletries, when you get back, the key will be where it normal is."

"Aight."

"Yeah man, caz mi hafi go feed Ginga when mi come back, see Paris Almost pull off har head deh."

Zendi laughed out and Amari smiled before taking Paris into her arms. They entered the house and she closes the door behind them.

"Look at how dirty you are, you got a whole lot of hair on you."

"Can you bathe me first this time mommy? I want more chicken."

"At least let me pack the cupboards first, and finish stacking the fridge. What was it that you found in the Microwave?"

She stretches her fingers out and started counting, "I found saucy chicken, fries, sandwich, and coffee. I like this chicken."

"It's barbecue."

"Can I have it for dinner?"

"Okay, but promise you'll go to school tomorrow."

"I will!" She screams and Amari laughs.

"Yuh ago deaf mi?"

Nico's Point of view

Welcome to my house, where I have to cook everytime these punks comes over. Punks, that stood by me though.

Roots is still asleep on the sofa, his snore as been loud throughout the whole night as we stay up and discuss business. I have yet to understand what Blanka told me.

Why Sparrow woulda do di G dat?

With my back turned, I washed my hands before slicing the carrots to put on the curry chicken. A small pot of chicken foot  soup is on for Roots; that's the first thing he will drink when he wakes up. I don't know why he's sleeping that long. It's like he doesn't want to getup from his slumber.

"Pussy, if yuh Eva mek di pot bun mi," I snapped at Draco. None of us wear shirts when when cooking, yet stills is like he has developed eye problems.

Fucking idiot yah man

What if him did mek di potcova bun mi Belly?

"Den move nuh, yuh juss braawd out so Infront a di way dawg, yuh nuh see mi a help." He said. He lifts the rice cover and recovered the pot after placing a thyme in it to steam.

"Yuh love too much thyme Bredin," I hissed my teeth, rewash  the carrots and place them in the meat pot.

"Yuh too miserable," He pulls a splif from my ears and my jaw clenched.

"Pussy! Blanka come talk to dah man nuh, before mi bun up him bloodclaat in a di kitchen!"

"Draco, Mi talk to yuh ino!" Blanka shouts from the hall.

"Bun up who? A mi in yah a Help yuh, Blanka sit down round deh so ova Roots head like him a docta!"

"If e man nah wake weh mi fi do?!"

Draco sobers up for a minute and glanced at me.

I watched the gears spin in his head,

" Him nuh wake yet? A hours now ino," He said, he took the rubbish from the counter and drops them in a bin before walking out to the hall.

Dat sound serious

"Check if him heart a  beat!" I rushed from the kitchen and drys my hands on a hand towel.

"Move deh, move deh," I took up his hand and checked his pulse. "Go Fi so wata, mek mi wet him up, him nuh have fever so dis mus wake him."

Draco rushed to the kitchen and came back with a glass.

I have yet to figure out what's Root problems. The main point is, he has a woman problem. He's the only among us that is struggling emotionally when it comes on to women. He seems to love this one.

Blanka has his own serious relationship and Draco is a wild beast.  He fucks almost everything he sees in a dress.

For me; women is the least of my problems, when I have a hacking job to do for a soldier. I have two million to gain if I do this job but it's really stressful. It's more than enough to stress me, yet still more slowly adds on to the plate, because if my family is stressed so am I.

Flashing the water on his face, I watched him steer.

"Yoo," Blanka said, patting him on his head.

Roots open his blue contact lense eyes; that he had wore for the party and, spread his hands over his face as a barrier, "She drug mi, yoo, she really drug mi," was the first thing that lefts his mouth. Disappointed drips from him. He held his head and attempted to lean up.

"Weh di fuck yuh a seh to mi?" Blanka asked and Draco went completely silent, you wouldn't have known if he was behind me, I couldn't even hear his breath.

"Weh yuh seh, Bianca do?" I asked for confirmation.

Mi nah hear right

"Get up and come drink some soup, we go a go find har," Draco spoke up in a cliped voice. I could feel the coldness of him, spread through the room.

E man Cold

And mi juss a pray seh dis a some fucking next thing caz Bianca couldn't ina har right mine Fi drug Roots afta di man give har him heart

"Mi ago track har phone, gimmi har phone numba," I said, I walked to the kitchen, places the cup down and switched off the soup pot.

I steer the meat before searching for my splif. I had four blit on the counter, but I checked to see I've smoked all of them . Then I remembered Draco had  took the one from my ear.

Blanka walked up the kitchen and hands it back to me.

"Eh man gah wash up, Mi ago share the the soup Fi him, mi will check e pot, tek out e laptop," He said, stepping aside to me. He places a paper in my hand with the number on it.

Liting the splif I asked, "Weh Draco deh?"

"Weed house."

A weed house is separated around the back of the house, under the cool. More than three  hundreds of them. I would take days off to trim them. We got buyers comes in constantly or we distribute them to the  shops. White tourist sometimes want to try and we have the best.

Sparrow doesn't even know about it and I recently learned that it's best that way.

Taking up my laptop and phone; I head to through the back door and found Draco, nipping a indica in the bud. Inside is like a weed park. Purple lights hang around the room and the strong scent of them enters my nostrils. I feel as if my feet aren't touching the ground; by just being there.

"Yuh Guv Man?" I asked, and he nodded his head.

"Just hurry up fine e gyal," He said.

I sat on a bench and started my laptop. My phone went off and the name I saw made me glanced up at him.

I showed him the screen and he grits his teeth and come closer.

"Ansa it."

I answered the call and stay silent.

"Yoo, Boss," Sparrow said on the line.

Bwoy Sparrow mi loose afa yuh

"Yeah man," I answered.

"We a close in pan Cals yah now."

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Thoughts?- who is your second favorite character?

Another Best chapter, I like this one.

Draco is something else.

A wah Sparrow do yah now? 😆😈

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