Page 58 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

After shooting two of his men in their heads I hop down.

“You didn’t expect that though?” He asks with a smirk.

I don’t answer him. “When my son loosens us, I’m going to tie you to this very chair and torture you, then I’m going to send a picture of your dead body after shooting you in your head ten times to your stupid ass mom and that ugly ass black bitch that you put over my beautiful daughter,” I glare at him.

My anger flares as evil thoughts run through my head. “I’m gonna ensure a gang of niggas rape her then I—” Before he could finish what he was saying the door swings open and Gutta walks in while shooting.

I look at them and they gasp. “Scar dem a wull dem off but mi a just gwaan mek sure nobody nuh pop up yasso,” Gutta says before he pulls the trigger at someone.

Carlos’ mouth is wide open as he looks at his daughter then back to me. She just like har father. Dumb as a rock.

I glare at him. “How!?” He asks, in disbelief. He didn’t know that we were prepared. He thought that his son would kill all of us then loosen him and his daughter.

Hate deh man yah. The time is now mi Don.

“How!?” He repeats, shocked. I hold my gun in a firm grip before swinging it in his mouth and blood starts oozing.

“That’s how!” I glare at him. Yuh mouth wasteman!

“ Stop! Please Nickoi.” Talia cries. I walk over to my drawer, take out a balaclava and a camera before I turn to them.

Gutta chuckles, his eyes remain fixed on the outside, unblinking. “Dut,” he mutters and I drag on the mask.

With my emotionless eyes set on Talia, my hands clenches around the gun unwaveringly and I say in a cold, sinister tone. “Mi a guh show yuh how evil mi can be especially when mi see say you would sell mi out even though I’m sparing your life.” Wicked gyal

I look at Gutta. “How out deh so look?” I inquire, wondering if they’re dead yet. That would be like music to my ears.

“Bloody,” he laughs. “Nuff a dem dead.”

I smirk. “Call Scar.” He moves immediately.

“Nickoi please,” she begs again. “I can’t watch this how am I gonna live with this?” Should I care about that?

Scar walks inside shortly after. “Yes mi G?”

“Tek out yuh gun and keep it pon har,” I tell him and he points the gun at her. “Pull har.” He nods and quickly frees her hands.

“Talia if yuh try nutt’n stupid mi sorry but yuh just a guh lose yuh life,” I warn her. And I’m serious.

“I-I won’t,” she cries and I hand the camera to her. “What’s this for?” She asks and I give her a sinister smile. Dem bring the worst out a yuh mi G.

“Start recording,” I order. She starts crying again.

“Please,” she continues to cry.

“The man a give you a chance fi live enuh so eh betta if yuh shut up,” Scar snaps at her.

“Nickoi don’t tell me you’re doing this for one bitch! You threatening me?” She has the guts to say.

“Mija..” Carlos whispers. I glare at her.

“Shut yuh mouth. Not because mi seh mi respect ooman overall mean seh mi affi look pon yuh the same cause yuh do some things weh mek mi cyah see yuh the same. So gwaan chat off yuh mouth and see if mi nuh kill yuh faster than how yuh blink,” I warn her, my voice threatening.

Carlos starts moving. “Don’t talk to he—” I swing the gun in Carlos’ mouth again. He cries out in agony. Scar chuckles, Talia crying. Mi d’evu care, yuh nah go ever figet this.

“Where’s my son?” he struggles to ask, his voice breaking, and I strike him in his mouth again and again and again. Blood is oozing from his face.

“Deh bwoy deh dead,” Scar responds. Carlos starts pulling himself.

“I’m gonna kill you and yuh green wig head ass mom!” He cries out. I hit him again. “Ow!” he hollers.

“Stop...” Talia begs.

“Shut up gyal!” Scar barks at her.

I put my gun at his temple before I move over to the camera. I use the gun to touch the cut in his mouth and press it down.

“Ahhhhhh!” he screeches before I put the gun to his head again, playing with the trigger. “Por favor perdónanos! I’ll do anything for you just d-don’t hurt him, I’ll give you a blow job, anything you want, please just don’t hurt him, you’ve done enough,” she says quickly. (Please forgive us)

I glare at her but she isn’t seeing my face because it’s covered with the mask. “How yuh mean mi do enough!? Just shut up yuh mouth yaw gyal cause yuh nav nutt’n sensible fi say,” I say angrily.

“But..” she starts.

“Shut up!” Gutta’s voice an echo.

I push the gun closer to his head. “Last words?”

He gulps. “Don’t do this,” he cries. Look at you.

“Yuh just say if things did work your way how yah mek man rape my ooman and feel say yah get weh?” I ask him, laughing humorlessly.

“Shallow grave eh boy fi get,” Gutta smiles.

“Bwoy all seh him a gimme ten headshot and send picture to mommy,” I repeat his words. Him mad mon.

“Please...” she begs.

“Mi might have a likkle mercy fi you, but yuh father him affi get it,” I rasp. Carlos tries to move as his body shakes like a leaf. Then Gutta laughs. “Weh yah run go bwoy?”

“Him cya even move,” Scar shakes his head with a laugh.

I sigh before saying a prayer—something my father taught me.

Mi know God probably nah go forgive me but mi know mi about fi commit a sin.

Him can forgive mi if him want. I aim the gun at Carlos’ head before I pull the trigger five times at him.

He falls to the ground and I pull the trigger five more times.

She starts hollering. “Daddyyyyyy!” I ignore Talia as I kick his lifeless body.

“Wicked bwoy Carlos may yuh soul rest wherever the wicked dem rest,” Scar chuckles. I grab the camera from her before I shoot it until it smashes to smithereens.

“Dad!” She drops to her knees. “Nooooo!”

Her resounding screams and cries fills the room. I take off my mask, staring at her blankly; no emotion, no remorse, as she clings to him, his face already unrecognizable.

“S-She know this side of you?” she looks up at me, and asks with her voice shaky, lips shivering, her face drenched with tears. I still don’t give a shit. I smirk at what’s left of him, thinking of emptying the clip. I’m in the mood. I’d do it again.

“No, but a you and yuh father bring out the worst in me. While you have a permanent scar, wi finally a have peace. And trust mi if yuh do nutt’n stupid mi a go hurt yuh. For now, you’ll stay here until I have sup’m figured out,” I tell her.

I don’t trust the bitch. She looks down at him, her cries are ear splitting. Why the f... she nuh shut up? “Yuh waah join him?” I cock the gun, it clicks. She grows silent. “Mek a next sound and yuh see wah happ’m.” I throw the gloves and the mask in the bin and walk into the bathroom.

After cleaning myself, I walk out and find Gutta talking with Keno. “Everybody good,” Keno says. They look at me. “You good mi G?”

“Nuh inna the chatting right now,” I don’t stop. Mi just wah get high. The noise dies down. Not another word is uttered. They can feel it, I’m not in the mood. When I start killing, I don’t want to stop.

“Mi Don if..” Gutta walks behind me. “If... if yaw link Jet mother now mi a fawud. ”