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Chapter 4


Dionnis
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Saturday
9:50am|

My flight landed 8:50am this morning leaving me with ample time to check in with my soldiers on the lane.

Fiftie and Jerome are my two main soldiers, the rest man dem does move likka eediat nah try call dung mi dawgs dem but dey don't think logically before dem mek dem moves and that's how we ended up in a lot of shit.

So now nobody can make a kill without me or fiftie permission.

Fiftie run things now after I stepped down when I got shot 3yrs ago.

My mother practically begged me to give up my position saying she doesn't want to lose any of her sons and that I wouldn't be of any use to my future wive and kids.

I don't know what makes her think I want a wife or even to settle and have kids, this is just not in the cards for me but I gave it up temporarily just to please her.

When I'm in Jamaica I'm still the Boss but when I'm in America Fiftie is in control. I was born into it, I can't just give it up and she knows it.

She's married with kids and she still haven't given up her born right lifestyle.

"Rasshole di don reach eno" Fiftie shouts with a loud chuckle as I make my way out of my BMW X6.

I hate it when they call me Don I don't see myself as a don I see myself as their equal. We make sure that families in my communities are taken care of and crime stay away from our territories.

"Wah gwaan mi G" I say as we knock fists.

"Mi dey ya eno jus a try live up to di position given" he says before drawing his spliff.

In no time all di man dem start flock a showing respect to me.

When the crowd settles they bring me up to speed on everything that's been going on in my absence and before I leave I place a bag of money infront of Fiftie and he nods in return saying "No sey 40 mi Don"

I nod then enter my vehicle making my way to my house to drop off my luggage and check on some of my properties before tonight's event.

10:34pm|

Why do I bother attend these obnoxious events my parents host every year.

I know they're doing it for the homeless people in the community but they don't need handouts for that, we're more than capable.

financially.

These charities are just cover ups.

"Dionnis can you at least smile and pretend you're happy to be here for me at least?" My mom questions sitting across from me.

"I'm here and that alone shows I'm here for you but I'm not happy, not even the slightest bit" I reply knowing she'll be offended but I don't really care.

She introduce me to some of her colleagues and donators.

She's pushing her luck at this point.

"I've been here for an hour I think it's time I depart" I state leaving a kiss on her forehead as I raise from my seat.

"But.." she protests grabbing my arm.

"let him be Francesca, he came and supported us that's all that matters" My dad assure her.

"Alright baby thanks for coming" she says as she hugs my body tightly.

"I will be back to visit soon mother, hopefully I can get Diondré to come also." I say when she releases her hold on me.

I watch as her face lights up like the 4th of July.

"I will be so grateful" she says and take her seat next to my father.

It felt like I was being watched all night but I didn't follow their gaze for 2 reasons.

One, I didn't want the person to know I caught on and two, Bare fuckry a go happen.

I decide to use the restroom before heading back to my house and I feel small hands snaking their way around my waist.

I draw for my gun before they could reach fully around my waistline.

"Don't shoot! it's me" a familiar voice cry from behind of me, quickly removing their arms.

"Mya wah di fuck yarr hol up hol up man so for!" I exclaim.

"Just come say hi" she says moving closer to me again.

"you don't answer my calls or texts anymore" she whines looking up at me with a pout.

Mya and I went to school together she always wanted to be more than friends but I ain't see her as nothing more we use to mess around but I eventually lost interest because of the betrayal.

"Mya you know me no like nobody a sneak up pon mi" I groan.

She doesn't flinch.

She's use to this side of me.

"Sorry but I missed you" she pouts as she unbuckle my pants.

I observe her every move, I don't trust her anymore since that day.

She pull my lengthy cock from my boxer and briefly run her hands up and down making me grow harder with each stroke.

Mya has always been good at giving head, could never get myself  to stop her from doing it.

"Mmm" I moan.

She bobs her head swiftly as her warm mouth glides up & down my length aggressively, swirling her tongue at the tip before going down each time.

I grab her ponytail around my hand forcing her to take my down her throat.

"Oohhh" I moan with my mouth gap open looking at the ceiling.

She takes my length to the back of her throat again and play with my balls with her free hands; I never heard mya gag when she gives me a blow job and she takes me down her throat every time.

She mussy no hav no gag reflex to bloodclaart.

She starts getting slopping and my knees start to feel weak.

Dis shit feels too good.

My release start to build up faster than I expected.

"Sshhittttt mi a cum mya" I try to warn her but she held my waist keeping me in her throat. I release my cum and I swear she swallow all a it cause she licked to tip of my dick making sure it's clean.

If dem gyal yah coulda breed offa mi releasing in dey mouth a woulda done got ova 50 pickney.

She gets up off her knees and straightened herself in the mirror.

"There is more where that came from, just ring my line" she tells with a smirk walking away.

"Jah jah" i mutter shaking my head.

Néyah
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Sunday
7:43am|

Sundays are always peaceful for family and I.

Mom is already in the kitchen making breakfast in between cooking lunch, she doesn't eat breakfast until she's almost done cooking.

I help with the simple stuff like salads, frying plantain and boiling the corn on the cob.

She always complain when anyone else is in the kitchen with her.

Say we a tie up her foot buddy.

Typical Caribbean Mother.

At afternoons we normally play dominoes with her uncles and my cousins on the veranda while we run jokes left & right.

It's our Sunday tradition.

6:30am|

My alarm goes off...

I quickly stretch my arm across the nightstand stopping it and realize the hands thrown over my chest.

"Mmmm" I groan.

"Lemar wake up, you have school hun" I say a little loud so he can hear me.

"Ughh.. can I get 10 more minutes" he answers sleepily.

"Fine 5 more minutes then it's time to get ready" I tell him.

I stroll to the bathroom and begin my morning routine, I took a warm shower before heading downstairs to make breakfast.

Lemar has his own bedroom I don't know why he insists on sneaking into mine while I'm asleep.

I'm a heavy sleeper so most times I don't realize until morning.

I'll be terribly sore today I hiss softly.

30 minutes later everyone is downstairs having breakfast.

I made waffles, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, white toast bread and mint tea.

"Ready?" I ask Lemar while I clear the bar table.

"Yes mommy" he says taking up his school bag and lunch bag from the sofa. 

I grab an apple before leaving.

I start up my Audi and tell Lemar to buckle up before I drove off.

"Mom I saw a video your race yesterday on TikTok" Lemar says cheerfully.

I glare at him with my eyes wide open.

I'm shocked by this.

No one has ever posted any of my races not even from our team they know I don't like the spotlight.

"Who posted it baby?" I question keeping my eyes on the road.

"Some race guy" he shrugs.

"Can you send me the link?" I ask him.

"I just did and there's a lot of comments asking who you are" Lemar obviously likes that I'm on TikTok.

He has always considered me to be a COOL MOM.

"How do you know it's me?" I inquire cause it can be anybody.

"Mom c'mon I know your bike besides you left on it Saturday night so I know you had a race" he turns to face me.

I rub my fingers through his hair before pushing his head lightly.

"You're too smart for me" I laugh humorously.

He smirk not looking away from his phone.

I pull up at his school curb bidding our goodbyes.

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