Anéyah
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11:30am|

My boss has been on my ass since 8:20 this morning. He said that Mrs Reid wants to drop the charges against Dionnis because she feels that she is imprisoning the wrong person.

If only she knew...

None of them had the substantial evidence to prove otherwise not even us.

I know he did it, they were being smart enough to cover their tracks.

Dionnis has a clean record so does his brother, Gary wants me to find dirt on Dionnis that will hinder his release from prison but no matter how hard I've searched there is nothing to go on.

Minor driving without due care, accident charges along with wreckless and endangerment, all was when he was a teenager merely 20 years old.

He never had a drug charge or an attempt to kill. He been clean that's why he was the bait to get his mother behind bars but she is long gone now.

I look at the monitor that has the camera feed from the prison. They have Dionnis in the interrogation room trying to provoke him or get him to rat on his mother but he's not budging.

A smile grows on my face as I think of how stubborn he could be.

My boss throws his hands in the air and storms out of the room leaving Justin and Jessica alone in the room with Dionnis. Jessica then walks out and Justin stays behind.

"Me and you woman a sleep together every night it no make sense fight to come out because she's long gone" Justin tease but Dionnis doesn't reply. He knows I'm here, even if Mj didn't find me he just got his proof from goat mouth Justin.

Never see a man that can chat so real punk him be.

Since Dionnis is now free my boss is moving on to the next don down in this region, Kingston. Brandon has been embezzling money from big companies in Miami with fraud transactions. We definitely have proof— his movements has been rather sloppy.

I'm just glad my man... I mean Dionnis is finally free after spending a month locked away in prison. I know he's probably going to go fuck some sort of slack crotch bitch but at least he's not behind bars.

I take up my burner phone and call Francesca.

Phone call

Me: Hello?

Francesca: Thank you.. I can't thank you enough, I owe you one.

Me: You don't owe me anything.

Francesca: Are you guys leaving Jamaica now that he's free?

Me: No... moving on to the next victim or let me say criminal.

Francesca: (chuckling) okay take care of yourself and my grand baby.

Me: I will bye.

Francesca: Bye.

Dionnis won't be able to leave the country for probably three months because of some ridiculous circumstances with the law but he'll be fine.

Lya's engagement party is in a month time and I don't intend on wasting anymore unnecessary time here.

My phone lights up and I lift it from the table to see who it is.

Xavier: Still on for later?

Fuck!

I can't go out with him now that Dionnis is free, I'm giving him a death sentence. I should lie and say I don't feel well hopefully that would buy me some time.

Xavier's Chat

Me: Sorry we might have to reschedule I'm not feeling too well.

Xavier: Aww, what's the matter?

Me: Terrible morning sickness well technically it's afternoon lol.

Xavier: Okay, drink a little ice water it will help.

Me: Okay thanks.

Xavier: No problem, I have a patient now but text me if you need anything comes up.

Me: Okay.

It's not like Mr Big Bad D cares about me anymore so I don't see why I had to cancel on Mr. Doctor.

Right?

I Sigh.

Dionnis
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"Did you break into Mr and Mrs. Reid house?!!" The director of the FBI exclaims.

"Why would I do such a thing?" I asks clearly unmoving by his rant and waving.

"Because you think he might have something to do with why your mother ended up in the hospital" He chastises me, I raise a brow at his statement but not giving anything away.

"Mmm... so you know something me no know?" I turn my head on the side studying his facial form.

"No, I just know him and your mother had a disagreement that's all" he states.

Lie!

"Okay so the both of us are in the same boat then" I shrug my shoulders unbothered by what he has to say.

Dust stands to his feet gathering his laptop and documents. "Since my client is not going to be charged, please remove the cuffs and this police department will receive summons letter from me by the end of the day. Thank you".

The director throws his hands in the air outlining his surrender and a smirk crept on my face.

Pussy dem just a make things hard for themselves.

He storms out of the room leaving his two eediat trolls behind. The girl then goes out but the man stays back, obviously he has something to get off of his chest.

"Me and you woman a sleep together every night it no make sense fight to come out because she's long gone" he taunts, my jaw ticks but I quickly mask it; this is what he wants and I won't satisfy his efforts.

Anéyah doesn't like a bone in his body, she no fool fool to go lay down under this wasteman.

If is one thing I know about anéyah, she ain't slack like them other girls.

She's a woman of class.

I know she's here but I didn't want to make him any wiser and putting her in a tight spot. I will let this slide he's lucky I'm ready to get out of here otherwise I would of bashed his head into this table.

When he doesn't get the reaction he was desperately seeking he too left unpleased.

Self control is everything.

Anéyah's birthday is on Saturday and I wish more than anything to spend it with her. I'm probably the last person she wants to see right now but I'm not far from her mind; I know she did this, she got me out of prison and I need to more than ever to make things right with her for our baby.

They remove the cuffs and I sign a release form before leaving with my lawyer.

Fiftie is already outside waiting on me. I spot his car then walk cross towards it, opening the door and jumping inside.

"Big D finally out enuh" Fiftie says as he daps my hand.

"Feels good to be out" I say and stretch my hands.

"Where to first?" He inquires.

"Home, I need to wash the jail scent off of me" I tell him and he burst into laughter.

Me no see wah so funny.

"Naw go visit you girl" he tease.

"Naahh me a lowe she for now, still grateful that she got me out though" I say.

"Cool" he states.

We drive to my house in complete silence, just the music playing. I can't say how much I missed being able to relax without having to look over my shoulders.

Once my gate was locked nobody could get in or out unless the guard opened it, that's what I liked the most.

I head inside and take a long much needed bath before cladding myself into a gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

My phone starts to ring and I groan.

Who tell dem man yah say me reach out already.

I pick it up from the bed to see Mj name flash across the caller ID.

"Yoow" I answer.

"Gwaan bad G, good to see you back out amongst the living" he greets.

"Yeah" my voice clipped, really just need to be enjoying my own company right now.

"The reason I called is to let you know I found anéyah location" he equipped.

"Okay where?" I ask

"Hyatt hotel in Montego Bay and she's been going to your sister's clinic" he says enlightening me on her recent activities.

She is indeed pregnant.

My sister is a gynecologist and most pregnant women goes to her office but why wouldn't Dian mentioned this to me?

How could she when I was locked up for the past month.

Obviously.

"Okay bro, thanks for the update" I tell him

"No problem" he states and hang up right after.

I contemplate dialing Dian's number but I don't want to seem too desperate.

Even though I am.

I miss her.

Her soft lips.

Angelic eyes.

The warmth of her plump fleshy goodness trapped between her thick thighs.

My cock stirs by the thought.

Before I know it my phone is dialing and Dian picks up.

"Tell me supm, how you no rate man suh" I tease, with a mischievous smile.

"Dionnis?" She says in a chirpy upbeat tone.

"Who else gone call you off of my phone?" I raise a brow even though she cannot see me and she squeals; I know she sensed the smile in my voice.

"Thank God!, missed you" she exclaims . I can't help the grin that is tugging on my lips.

"I missed you too, but how is things going?" I inquire, really hoping she saw anéyah and can confirm the pregnancy.

"A bit hectic, I was away from my office for a whole week because of the under staffing situation at the hospital. Xavier had to fill in for me" Dian shares.

That explains why she hasn't said anything.

"You shimp" I state.

"What did I told you about your rude insults against my employee? Can't you let that go" she reprimand me.

Me nah run no batty boy games with no man.

"He still have that girlfriend of his?" I ask, if so she needs to leave him. It's unhealthy to be a shove shit and still waan fuck pussy after that.

"No" her voice clipped.

She's annoyed but I don't give a fuck.

Such man no supposed to have woman inna him bed and a still carry feelings for no man.

"I don't understand why you a support the fish community" I reprimand her.

"He's not a fish... he's just bisexual" she chastises and I roar with laughter.

"You hear yourself? A raw fish in my book once him got feelings for another man" I say with distaste rolling off my tongue.

I hope he did not make a pass at my woman.

My blood boils just by the thought of him flirting with her like he did with me.

"I cannot do this with you today, we'll talk later" she says and click the line before I can protest.

Damn faggot.

I hiss then head downstairs.

The saying goes what eyes can't see, the heart can't grieve recites in my head as I pondered about what she might have been doing in my absence.

It would be my fault after all.

I left her unattended for months and anything left alone for too long can serve a next master.

The sweet aroma meanders through my nostrils pleasing the articulation rhythm my stomach plays over and over.

Didn't notice I was starving until now.

Turning the corner I come face to face with my house help.

"Good afternoon sir" she greets

"Please, it's Dionnis" I counteract but all she does is smile in return.

She's being respectful.

I get that but calling me 'sir' seems a bit too formal for my liking after all I'm not that old.

Nonetheless I'll let it slide today, her cooking has my mouth unintentionally salivating.

As if reading my mind she says, " the food is soon finished" she offered a smile behind her statement.

Annette has been working for me since I moved out of my parents house and she still insists on trodding over broken egg shells.

She's good company, I enjoy it most when I am alone in this big house.

Anéyah's birthday is fast approaching and I have no idea what food cravings taunts her mind in hopes of treating her with that as a gift.

She loves to eat and cooking seems to be something she enjoys.

How me did a win and frig it up?

Fiftie had a few errands to run and is said to return later on today.

A sudden idea comes to my mind as I sit on the sofa.

I should unblock anéyah on instagram. There is no doubt in my head that she absentmindedly blocked me on there.

Removing the block on her account I say a silent prayer when her page comes to life revealing all her photogenic beauty for my bare eyes to admire.

Love is a hell of a thing.

Me no fraid to say she have my head a kinda way.

Big man settings still.

She added two recent photos to her page. I click on the first one, it seems to be from Lemar's birthday dinner. She's dressed in a mid calf black shimmery dress, black strapped heels with silver jewelry that compliments her appearance even more.

Lemar is dressed in a black long sleeve turtle neck shirt, gray plaid pants with black matching loafers and silver jewelry as well; until just now I never realized his ears were pierced.

He likes to dress up.

My boy gone be a serious problem when he gets older.

I chuckle at that thought.

The caption reads "Happy birthday to the main little man in my life, cheers to 9 years. Mommy has mad love for you".

It's funny how the words under this one significant post can have a grown ass man like me in his feelings.

The other picture is her and Aaliyah. It's a farewell best wishes kind of post.

I too is taken aback by Fiftie approach to the relationship he share with Aaliyah. I never thought he could be entangled and peaceful embedded into such a commitment.

We have grown.

Everything we dreaded at a younger age is unraveling right before our eyes.

Jerome and I having a youth.

Diondré is getting married.

Fiftie is in a serious relationship.

God truly has the last say in everything.

With no uncertainty above all I can't wait to meet my bundle of joy whenever he or she decides to make their appearance on this earth.