Page 5 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“Lord a wah this mon,” Mr. Perry sighs when they shoot at his tires. The car comes to a halt and the poor old man starts shivering, even I am too. I screw my eyes shut. Their footsteps are approaching.

“Wi dead now,” Gavin whispers, and for some reason I believe him. I flutter my eyes open again. One of them are now at Mr. Perry’s door with the gun pointing directly at his head. Tears starts rolling down my cheeks. Mr. Perry has his hands in the air as he cries pitifully.

“Mi a beg you please, please nuh kill me.” The gunman pushes his head with the gun aggressively and I flinch.

Him nav no heart? I’m trying to avoid his face as my heart thumps against my chest. Slowly I cover my mouth with my teary eyes fixed on Mr. Perry’s bald head.

They’re dressed in black pullovers and their balaclavas are down.

Dem definitely a kill us. Oh, father in heaven. ..

“Perry,” the guy growls, his skin like rich caramel. I can see him a little in my peripheral vision.

“I-I didn’t do anything, I’m just on a charter trip with some p-passengers,” Mr. Perry cries.

“Weh Trevor deh?” he snarls, cutting to the chase. He doesn’t care about what the poor man has to say.

“I don’t know,” Mr. Perry chokes out.

He pushes the gun closer to his head. “Mi seh, weh Trevor deh?” his voice laced with venom. Oh God, just tell him nuh.

“I-I left him at home but I don’t know where he is-” he interrupts him.

“Trevor run weh wid mi money enuh,” he harshly says with his finger tapping on the trigger. I let out a soft whimper. He looks at me. I gulp.Jesus a wah you go do now Zara?

His eyes hold no emotion—frigid and blank. No one has ever glared at me like this. It’s so intense. My fingers are twitching. No mon, a you have him money? My subconscious asks.

Why him a stare at you so?

I stare back, trembling. “Stop look,” Gavin whispers.

“Come out a the car,” he says firmly, his cold eyes glued to my fearful ones.

“Don’t move,” Gavin whispers. The gunman walks away.

“Just don’t say anything and make dem hurt yuh, make we see wah him want from her,” Sash mutters to Gavin and he nods.

The door opens and a stout man with long plaits hoists me out of the vehicle. My legs are jelly. Then he comes in front of me, towering over my small frame. I step back to look up at this man, his eyes, the only visible feature beneath the ski mask. As if mi never done see him.

“Why yaw pree me? A you know weh Trevor deh?” he has the deepest voice. I shake my head.

“I-I don’t even know who Trevor is.” Poor you... yuh should a’ lock yuh eye.

“Give me yuh phone and open it,” he commands.

I quickly click it, my selfie pops up in my bikini, my natural hair, combed out thick and flowing down my back.

His eyes drops to the screen. I quickly punch in my pin and hand it to him.

The other ones eyes flickers for a second, as their leader hands my phone to me, he’s all up in my personal space, almost like he’s trying to tell me something.

I step back, he steps closer. His cronies chuckles softly... still scary. “I-I don’t know Trevor or anythin-”

“Gwan back in a the car,” he cuts me off and I get in beside my cousins utterly confused.

So, he’s just gonna go... that easy? My thoughts hits pause once I hear his footsteps.

Again. Pfft. I spoke too soon. He’s at Mr. Perry’s door— he’s gonna kill him.

My heart is racing wickedly as a searing pain shoots through my head.

A Headache. Oh God! Me cya take stress! He moves closer to him and slam his opened palms in the door twice. It echoes. I jerk forward, feeling my heart beating at an abnormal rate. Zara do, nuh catch heart attack. “Tell Trevor say... this a the lasttt warning,” his voice ominous.

“O-okay I will,” Mr. Perry promises and a pair of icy brown eye lock in mine again.

“Bring her home.” Watch ya!

“Y-yes,” he stutters. This man is still staring at me as he walks off. Mr. Perry quickly gets out, changes his tire with our help. The whole time, I feel his eyes. He’s around the other ones.

“Hurry, Mr. Perry.” I whisper, stealing glances at the group of criminals on the soft shoulder behind us. “What if dem mind change?” Mr. Perry looks up at me and shake his head.

“Dem nah do that... not when him have him eyes pan—”

“Still a chat bout?” his voice cuts through us. We grow still. Once the wheel is on, we fly in the car and Mr. Perry pulls off with us.

“How him just make we go so?” Sash breaks the silence.

Gavin glares outside. “Well, a God save we life,” he breathes. We fall into an awkward silence. Again. This time it’s so loud. I sink in the seat, staring through the window. ‘Bring her home.’ Him think you a him woman? And... him never see the rest a we?

Sash’s voice drags me from that thought. I turn my attention to her

and immediately regret it when the words leave her lips. “Even though a gunman and thing, unuh nuh see how the man cute? A me alone see?”

“Shut up before me elbow you,” Gavin warns.

“Anuh lie, him never cute Zara?” She asks and I shrug. “Ayeee! A you the bwoy love off enuh.”

“Yuh see wah nearly happ’m to wi?” I narrow my gaze.

“Yuh crazy or what? Cause if sup’m do yuh we can carry yuh go check it out enuh.” Mi cya’ believe dem nearly fling wi pan shirt and Sash deh yah a talk bout cute. Wah can go so?