Page 56 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi

What Zara nuh understand is that I’m used to people sending death threats to me and as crazy as it sounds, this is just my life and I’m okay with it. Nuh this mi fadda set fi mi?

It’s not like I could stop if I wanted to, because from mi a juvenile mi father a do badness and by doing so, dragged me in to it.

So, we’re left with it, whether or not we agreed.

When I say we, I mean myself and my big brother, Junior.

Since I’m known to be just like my father, I have to carry on his legacy. And play the cards right.

I have a feeling there is going to be a war around here because of that death threat.

I have tons of enemies since I gain more every other day—if not all for different reasons.

Some are from different neighbourhoods and some are just simply generational enemies.

Just the fact that Outlaw was my father gave me at least five hundred enemies.

My father did a lot of illegal things in the past that had caught up to him—and I’m afraid it’s no different with me.

I take in a deep breath. The person who sent the threat isn’t too far from here.

Carlos’ friends died in the Constant Spring massacre.

So that’s probably the dumbest idea I could come up with.

It’s just simply pointless. Henry told Zara, so obviously he was there to get that information from them.

Where could he have been to hear that? The bar.

That’s where he hangs out. In all honesty, my only concern is Zara.

I’m good. I’ve been in countless life-threatening situations before.

And all that’s happened is me becoming fearless especially when it comes to death. So, I can handle this.

As a killer I know how my opps work. If they were to find out how fond I am of her they’d use it against me.

So lately I’ve been thinking deeply about her moving in with me.

That way she’d be well protected. With a sigh my mind drifts to Gutta, thinking of calling him.

I want him to find out who sent it. As much as ideas are spewing, I have to be absolutely certain.

Deh bwoy deh nah go hard fi find, a easy maths dat mi don, my subconscious says.

Mi know that mon.

One thing about me? I’m never worried. The first thing my father taught us was to never panic.

I can vividly remember when we were sitting in his office and he lit his spliff and said: “Wah yuh think mek people drown? When dem panic man. All you need fi do is breathe slowly and focus.” Words of wisdom.

“What are you thinking about?” Zara asks as she walks out of the bathroom.

“Mi just a member some childhood days,” I retort watching as she walks to the mirror.

“Okay..” She smiles, opening her closet. “Mi a go grocery shopping. What you doing today?” She asks, staring at me through the reflective glass.

Carlos. Mi a guh kill him, but mi nuh know wah mi a go do to the daughter.

“ Mi a go link mi Gee dem,” I lie.

“So, you can drop me off today? Mi a go tek taxi come back,” she says and I nod.

Mi affi go link Junior and deal with a car fi har enuh cause mi nuh want har a tek no taxi. Kinda risky fi mi. I want her to meet Thomas so he can give her some driving lessons.

“Nickoi yuh zone out again... wah do yuh?” Zara asks and I shake my head.

“Nothing nuh do mi mon,” I tell her before I take out my phone. I check WhatsApp and spot Juaqína’s message on the top.

‘What time you a come?’ It reads.

I type a message to her, letting her know that I’ll be there before 10 AM. She responds instantaneously with an ‘okay’.

The door opens and Zara’s mom looks in with a smile when she spots me. “Hey Nickoi,” she looks a little surprise.

“Morning,” I reply.

“Morning mommy mi a go a the supermarket you a come?” Zara asks.

“No enuh baby, mi affi go run a few errands today so mi nah go make it,” Ms. Michelle says.

“Okay is there anything you would want thou?” Zara questions.

“No sah just buy the usual stuff. I’m going to bathe now and get ready to leave,” she tells her before closing the door.

After waiting half an hour Zara finally says she’s ready. Jah Jah.

“Nickoi mi ready enuh mi just a put on some cologne,” she must’ve noticed my face expression.

“Ah,” I retort and watch as she sprays her body. “Yuh look cute,” I compliment and she spins around with a smile. Her curvy body in a bodysuit and some bridgets.

I lean my head back and drag my vape as I admire her. How she pull off such a simple look?

“Thank you baby,” she smiles sweetly before she tells me that her mom sent them for her last year. She loves clothes, I’ll make a note of that.

“Okay Mami,” I say and she starts blushing. “Yuh love that thou?” I look down at her. She’s so short. I don’t think she pass 5’3. She pushes me playfully as she tries to hide her face.

“Yuh love it when mi call yuh Mami?” I bite my lip looking at her. She starts smiling hard.

“I love it,” she finally says. My deep chuckle fills her room.

“Mi know mon mi just wah hear yuh say it,” I say before I open the door and she walks out, just in time to see her cousins coming. Bay noise dem a mek yow. Muss siren them be.

“Watch the dolly!” Sash exclaims and I sigh. Zara laughs and walk over to them.

“Top a the mawning Aunty Michelle and Mama!” Gavin says as he walks in. He spots me. “Top a the mawning Nickoi... Top a the mawning Zara!” his tone high pitched.

“Morning,” I simply say.

“Raatid a over yah yuh sleep?” Sash questions, looking at me. Nuff like.

I look over at Gavin, ignoring her. “Wah show you a pree,” I say to him quietly and he makes his way over to me.

“Weh yuh say?” he asks.

“Mi want yuh help with sup’m fi Zara but nuh say nutt’n to har,” I repeat and he looks surprised.

“Okay,” Gavin nods. Zara is busy talking with Mama at the door. So she nah hear a thing.

“Likkle more when mi fawud back yasso,” I tell him and he nods.

Zara looks at me with a smile.

She gestures her hand, calling me. “Come on,” she says and I walk out behind her. My gaze drops to her perfect ass. The view. I bite my lip.

When we get in the car I put on my seatbelt and look over at her. She starts giggling and I stare at her with lustful eyes, though my face expression seems cold and emotionless.

“You a laugh?” my voice comes out deeper than usual.

“Yes,” she says as she puts on the seatbelt. The last experience I had with that wasn’t pretty. Well, it didn’t happen in my car but it happened to someone I cared about.

“Your face expressions are iconic,” she laughs and I push the start button.

I chuckle to myself as I pull off, heading towards the supermarket.

Her phone rings and I notice that she doesn’t answer.

I ignore it and continue to focus on the road.

Hmm. It rings again. I switch my hand, tapping my waist because I notice a silver Corolla making my turns.

I start driving a little slow to see if the car will overtake me but it doesn’t. Mi nuh trust dat ...

I look at my rear view occasionally at that silver car behind me.

Zara’s phone rings again and she declines the call.

I remain silent as I drive, wondering what my next move should be.

Mi nuh feel like drop Zara off enuh because mi cya afford fi nutt’n happ’m to har.

Then at the same time mi nuh want har in a the car if sup’m fi go off.

I sigh. Her phone rings again and I know for sure that something is wrong.

People only call that much when it’s urgent.

But why isn’t she answering? Maybe she’s avoiding the person who’s calling her.

Dem a call constantly in hopes that it might annoy her and she’ll give up and answer.

That’s the feeling I’m getting but that a nuh my problem.

The car behind me while Zara is in the car is my problem.

Usually me would a just burst dem tire in order fi dem stop and nuh care but tru I have Zara in the car I don’t want to do anything crazy.

I look in my rear view and the car turns off. Still nuh trust that.

“Why yuh keep calling me?” Zara finally answers the call. See, mi did right. It’s someone that she’s trying to avoid. She hisses and hangs up.

I keep my eyes on the road, still looking at my rear view now and then. I don’t see anything strange. She looks at me. “You okay?”

“Yea,” I retort. “You?”

“Yea just my ex was calling,” she says softly. Mi never expect fi hear that. Who is he? Nah go ask that though.

“Oh,” I say before I start thinking. “When last you talk to him?” I ask curiously.

“Good while,” she answers. Her eyes are fixed outside with her palm against her jaw.

“Ah,” I say before I pullover at the supermarket. Mi still have a feeling say sup’m nuh right but mi rather if she nuh in a the car. Who a guh protect har when yuh lef har?

“Nickoi you doh look alright,” she says looking at me.

Mi nuh like when things just sudden enuh, me like fi can think. But a nuh all the time things a go set up so.

“Mi a go make Suzanne come here with you... she nuh deh far,” I say and she raise her brows.

Her face is contorted in confusion. Dark brown eyes fixed on me. From she look pon yuh so a question she a go bombard yuh wid enuh.

“What’s happening?” she sounds scared.

“Nutt’n... mi just nuh wah you alone a shop,” I lie. She slowly gets out of the car. Her eyes still fixed on me. The look on her face tells me that she isn’t convinced but she nods.

She walks off but comes back and I wind down the window. “Nickoi..” she says giving me a look. Jah Jah. “You promised,” her voice softens. I know she’s talking about the promise we made.

“Mi a guh stay safe mon.” She shakes her head in disbelief before she walks around the front of the car, then to the supermarket until I no longer see her.

All a my dawg dem deh round Carlos a the underground, mi d’evu have nobody fi keep an eye on her. And anytime mi have a bad feeling, sup’m a guh happ’m. Mi nah go panic though.

I don’t feel like Suzanne is the right person to call so I dial Juaqína instead. She answers on the first call. “Yes boss?”

“Weh yuh deh?” I ask her, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

“I’m at my mom,” she retorts. “What’s up?”

“Yuh deh a Spanish town?” I don’t know where her mom lives.

“Yea,” she answers. I feel relieved. I waste no time to tell her to keep an eye on Zara before telling her the supermarket I’m at.

“Alright mi nuh deh far,” I can already hear her walking.

“Just fawud mon,” I tell her and she says okay. After ten minutes of waiting, I see her black Audi pulling in.

She honks her horn, acknowledging me and I flash my light in response before I reverse the car.

I drive back down the road and turn on the same lane and spot the silver Corolla.

I don’t go too close to it. Instead I park behind a car at the edge of the street and push back my seat a little before I start watching.

I see a tall man speaking on the phone but I notice that he keeps looking around.

Him look like him a take order from somebody.

I don’t normally get out of my car if I don’t know the block but I’m gonna do this because mi wah know who him be and why him a follow me.

Pulling the pocket of my car, I grab my ski mask, pull it over my head, and take out my gun.

I jump out, walk over to him, my gun pointing to his head. He’s startled.

“Hang up the phone,” I demand, my voice cold and ominous.

Good thing the place lonely. They might have camera but my face is covered. As for my car it’s parked at the edge of the lane so the chances of it being caught on a camera is thin. Mi doubt dem have camera tho.

He quickly hangs up the phone and raise his hands in surrender. “If yuh do nutt’n stupid a one yah go get in a yuh head,” I tell him and I mean it. “Weh yah follow mi fa?”

He starts trembling. “M-mi never a follow you,” I point the gun at an isolated area and he scurries there as quick as a wink. I stand close to him.

“Lie, start talk now,” I say in deadpan.

“A M-Malik s-send mi fi watch yuh,” he cries. Malik?

“Who name Malik?” I press the gun to his temple. The wasteman a lie. Mi nuh know nobody name so. “Yah lie,” I prod his head with the gun aggressively and his body dips. He throws his hand in the air to stop me.

“N-no fi real him say y-you h-have h-him g-irl,” I raise my brow. Oh, so a him did a call Zara?

“A him one?” I ask and he stays silent. Him a hide sup’m. “A him one!?” I lightly press on the trigger but not enough to blow his head off. He gulps.

“Carlos Junior,” he nervously says, surprising me. Carlos have a son? Ohh so a dem say dem a go kill me? Both have them likkle reason.

Haha. Arite then mi a go tek weh them messenger. I move to my car trunk with him. “Hop up in a it,” I instruct, watching my surroundings.

It’s a regular day in Spanish Town. Hot and busy. “M-mi have a d-daughter and a son plus one in a belly,” he cries.

I breathe out. “5... ” I start counting down. Anytime yuh start count down enuh. Hmph.

He hops up in the trunk and I give him a handcuff. I have a lot of them. “Cuff yuhself,” I instruct and he slowly cuff his hands as he cries.

“Mi nah kill yuh if yuh do the right... now shet up else yuh dead.” I tell him and he lays down and I slam the trunk, quickly getting in the drivers seat. I turn the car and drive out .