Page 50 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi

My phone starts ringing and I slide it when I realize that it’s Gutta. “Pree?” I say putting on my Bank Robber. I woke early this morning because today is going to be very busy for me.

“Yuh know seh a me and the dawg dem a set up eh thing dem fi drive out,” Gutta tells me.

“Yuh know seh a early wuk wi deh pon thou mi Gad. Member wi go di deh before Juaqína fawud enuh so eh thing can run off smooth,” Gutta has a point.

“Ah... so yuh chat to Juaqína yet?” I put my gun in my waist.

“Juaqína deh go desso by 11 o’ clock,” dat make sense cas the place a guh open by then.

“Ah... do eh crime mon and ring mi bird,” I say before I end the call and press on Zara’s contact.

How she take so long fi answer?

She picks up on the third ring. “Wah yah do?” my brows knit together.

“Nickoi mi conflicted because mi have school and you wah bring mi out. Wah mi fi do?”

I hiss my teeth. “Tell dem yuh cya come, simple,” I head to my garage. “Yuh catch flu, tell dem say yuh sick,” I instruct her to lie and she groans.

“Alright,” she says hesitantly. “What time you a come?”

Mi affi check Talia today cas mi nuh get fi go a har place yet. Mi nah go touch har though cause mi nuh do deh waste man thing deh but mi a go show har how evil mi can be. She a go get har punishment fi wah she do mi ooman.

“Bout 9 o’ clock,” I say, thinking about the time Juaqína will get to Constant Spring.

Mi know say the detectives a guh check up pon the time frame weh mi cut and mi nah go mek nutt’n add up so mi a go lef before dem even reach desso. Smart my G..

“Okay,” she says. “Wah mi suppose to wear?”

“Sup’m nice,” I say and she breathes. I scan my fingerprint and the garage door opens automatically.

“Thank you,” her tone sarcastic making me laugh. Mi cya even see her clothes dem, wah she wah mi fi say?

“Dress cute man, yuh will kno’ how fi deal wid yuh thing,” I smile. She laughs.

“Arite see you,” she hangs up.

I stare at the cars in my garage and hiss when I spot the scratch on my Benz. Affi go call a body man fi that. I look over at my other cars. I don’t feel like driving them. Not now. Hmm... wah bout the Mark X? A long time yuh nuh drive it. Fi real enuh.

The last time mi drive it a wen mi upload the picha pon the gram. And a last month that. I get in the car and pull out after connecting my phone to the stereo. I dial Phoebe. Yuh well busy today mon.

“Good morning Mr. Jacobs. I was going to call you,” she chirps.

“Yah... morning. Mi a fawud your way right now fi straighten out some things. I know I could just do this over the phone but like how mi a pass yuh now mi a go just link yuh and done.”

“Okay sir, I get you. No problem,” she agrees. Just as I expected.

“Yah,” I hang up.

I lightly press the break when I reach the traffic light and turn on the lane, heading to Talia’s direction in full speed. Since yuh nah answer man phone mi a go page yuh. My phone rings again and I sigh. Juaqína’s name pops up.

“Yah?” I answer.

“So I’m up right now. Mi get the ginger wig installed and mi buy a nice dress,” she starts.

“Ah..” I say pressing her to continue so I can get her off my phone.

“Yeah so mi get that and one a mi friends a come wid mi too so mi a go lef out 10:30... okay?” I guess she’s asking for my approval.

“Yah, dat good mon. Just do yuh thing,” my eyes set on the road.

She sighs. “Yuh driving?”

“Yah,” I say, pulling up to Talia’s place. “Soon link yuh,” I disconnect the call and make sure my gun is off safety. Just in case something unexpected happens and I run into Carlos.

I tuck the gun in my waist and cover it with my shirt before I walk out.

My eyes scan my surroundings. Everyone is pretty much sleeping.

I assume. Di place nuh far from a ghost town enuh.

Drop a pin now yuh hear it. Maybe I can count the persons who are awake and moving around on one hand.

I open her gate cautiously. Her Bulldog spots me but turns his head.

My phone vibrates; indicating that it’s connected to the wifi. Jah Jah.

The door is slightly open. I stop walking, thinking for a while. I decided to check the back instead of the front door. I don’t trust that.

Tell yuh seh you smart enuh.

As soon as I reach the back, I spot her. Her back is facing me with bath pans in front of her. I furrow my brows. Wah she a wash? She nuh have a washing machine?

And a nuh like she kno’ fi wash nutt’n.

“Talia,” It comes out cold, she gasps, knocking over the small pan that she was using and her makeup brushes fall out. Oh.

“ Who deh yah wid yuh?” I circle her.

“ N-no one,” she stutters.

MICHELLE “Okay that sound good,” I say. Nickoi responsible man.

A good youth, the lady in my head says. I smile.

“Yah mi send you her number in WhatsApp,” Nickoi tells me. Then he continues. “And anything weh yuh wah fi har just deal wid it nuh watch nutt’n, mi can help yuh out zeen?” Sounds rich..

“Alright son, thanks,” I smile and hang up.

I walk back inside and my mother walks out causing me to smile. “But watch mi young mother, you a mussi eighteen,” I laugh.

She’s dressed in a blue floral blouse that I bought for her and a jeans skirt with her black slides.

“Just a guh have little fun with the young people them,” she says with a soft chuckle.

I smile fixing her wig. “A so it fi go mon. Just enjoy yourself.” I tell her. The door pulls and Zara walks out.

Watch mi nice daughta! I smile at Zara while fixing my mother’s wig.

“Mama a you that?” She exclaims as she approaches us and we laugh.

“Yes mi dear,” Mama says in between laughs.

I scan her from head to toe with a radiant smile. “What a way you look good. No sah the two a unuh come out mon,” I grin. My daughter is so pretty. Jesus. And sexy!

“A cya out a my womb this yah pretty girl yah come from,” I say, resting my hand on my waist. She’s such a fashion girl, my baby wanna be me so bad.

She’s wearing a white fitted bodysuit, her shorts hugs her thighs, Bridgets on with a silk printed scarf draping loosely over her hair, making her fit pop.

Zara smiles. “Mommy how you mean? Look how you nice?” She asks and I smile. “You is a nice piece a gyal,” I laugh and Mama chuckles.

“Then again look how fi mi big woman mother look like a teenager,” I look back at my mom. No mon.

“Mi wish you did a come,” Zara whines.

Mi cya come baby. “No sah, enjoy unuh self mon,” I say to her.

Her smile fades. “Mommy Nickoi would a love fi carry all of us.” Her face softens as she stares at me. I hate to tell her no.

You have no choice Michelle. “No mi never plan for it,” I tell her and she sighs in defeat.

She applies more lipgloss to her already glossy lips then glance at her phone. “A after eight now and Nickoi a come by 9:00.”

Mi affi get ready 9:30 fi meet the event planner. “Okay mi baby.”

ZARA

I smile at myself in the mirror after I’m done strapping up my pink bridget slippers. I stare at it, wiggling my toes. Mi hope yuh nuh plan fi live in a this, my subconscious says. Ah bwoy.

When I’m done looking at myself I walk out and find my mother fixing Mama’s wig. Mama hot essi. “Mama a you that?” I exclaim, closing my door behind me.

They burst out in laughter. “Yes mi dear,” Mama says.

Mommy looks at me. “What a way you look good. No sah the two a unuh come out mon.” She’s smiling from ear to ear. “A cya out a my womb this yah pretty girl come from,” she puts her hands on her waist.

She dramatic bad enuh.

I smile. After all, I’m my mother’s daughter. The only thing is I get my father’s face features. That’s all. Other than that, mommy is my twin. Body shape, mannerisms. Everything.

“Mommy how you mean? Look how you nice?” I say to her.

“You is a nice piece a gyal,” my mom continues and I smile. “Then again look how fi mi big woman mother look like a teenager,” she says, looking at Mama.

I’d like her to spend the day with us there. “Mi wish you did a come,” I say to mommy, hoping she’d say yes.

“No sah, enjoy unuh self mon.”

I sigh. “Nickoi would a love fi carry all of us,” I try again.

“No mi never plan for it,” she insists.

Not feeling satisfied with my lips I apply more of my fenty ‘give it-to-me’ lipgloss. Riri’s products are top tier.

“Okay a after eight now and Nickoi a come 9:00,” I say.

“Okay mi baby,” she says and I take out my phone. Mi wah know if Nickoi on him way.

NICKOI

The moment Zara starts calling me I know that she’s ready.

Shit and mi nuh deh nowhere near har. Plus mi cya answer right away because I’m already on an important call with Rick.

I have Talia with me and by that I mean I took her from her house but I didn’t take her by force.

Even though in a way I did force her against her will– just not physically.

The houses are too close for me to abduct her and I don’t see the need to when she have ears fi listen.

And she well an’ know say mi nuh ramp so when me talk she affi listen.

Mi nuh care bout har attitude cause she cya deal with me certain way.

“Dawg mi a drop her off a your place, just keep har deh fi me,” I say to Rick.

“Bad man the phone deh pon speaker?” he asks and I disconnect the speaker.

“Not now,” I say. “Wah’m?”

“Ah if you a carry har mi nuh wah she see mi new place,” he says.

“Never plan fi mek she see it dawg yuh mad? Just ensure she stay there. No phone no nutt’n,” I tell him. He’s still grieving so he’s not his true self right now and mi totally understand.

“Alright,” he says and hangs up.

“Lo siento, no quise hacer todo este,” I hear her say. (I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do all this.)

I ignore her and she tries again. “Papi?” I ignore her.

She still a call yuh that?

“Yow mi did rate yuh zeen and yuh do some things weh mek mi a pree yuh,” I say, without looking at her.

“You did?” she sounds disappointed with her eyes on me. She huffs. “The bitch—” she starts.

“Zara,” I correct her. “Watch how yuh talk bout har.”

“Yes Zara... that bi–” I look at her. “That girl is messing up my life.” She argues.