"God kill mi mi nuh ave no heart"

~Uncle Demon/Daddy Devil mix (Tommy Lee & Vybz Kartel)

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“A really them weak man yah Bernie really a waste herself pon?” Fonzos asked with distaste as he looked down at Giovanni’s bounded and gagged form, “mi doubt yuh hood big. Look like a pussy yuh have, bredda.”

The moment the call was made the night before, they had knocked him out and took him captive. If they weren’t given specific orders by their grandmother, they would’ve killed the weak man long ago. They didn’t like keeping a man alive more than necessary, but for some reason their granny wanted the man to still be alive.

Annoyed by Giovanni’s constant squirming and failed screaming, Fonzo slammed his foot into the face of the man, almost dislocating the jaw. As the tall black man leaned down to the Italian, his gruff tone sent a chill through the older man’s spine, “it a dislocate with the next kick. Shut yuh bloodclaaat, man. Yaa fuck up mi vibes.”

The man was referring to the music he had lowly playing in the background. While the lyrics and melody calmed him, it made Giovanni uneasy. It wasn’t his first time hearing this kind of music. Bernice would listening to the same thing from time to time. He almost forgot the name of the artiste, Tommy Lee. A Jamaican bleached from head to toe with his body and face decorated with tattoos, he had a demonic aesthetic and the man was committed. The song Uncle Demon boldly stated that, even if he couldn’t hear it well.

“BOMBOCLAAT!” Fonzos exclaimed as he heard the song switch to Vybz Kartel, “fada devil! Pickney devil! Tell them a hell mi live caa mi naa guh bomboclaat heaven! Anybody diss dat dead, dead, dead!”

Fonzos’ twin, Fred came in catching unto the lyrics and he pointed up gun fingers as he bellowed at the top of his lung, “RIFFLE A BUSS INNA DEM HEAD, HEAD, HEAD! BLOODCLAAAAAAAAAAAT! Tun up that fuck!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A more dark tone came. The voice belonged to their father and they immediately quieted down. Their father stall as them, but he was of a thicker built with a bit of a beer belly that curved through his black t-shirt. His obsidian eyes glared down at Giovanni, the man’s nose having blood drop from it. Sucking his teeth, he motioned with his fingers for the boys to get their guest off the cold floor, “tek him up and unuh cut.”

As soon as the brothers got Giovanni to his feet, they left as ordered by their father. Both men were at 6’2”, but due to abdominal pain, Gio slightly coiled into himself having him at a lower eye level.

“Yuh suppose to remember mi. Bryan mi name. You’re suppose to understand patois because of my sister, but let me say this properly for you. You’ve been at the pockets of my sister for nine years. We told her about the money you took, she stayed. We found out about your first fling, she stayed.” He sighed, “honestly, I love her, but that big heart thing piss me off. She doesn’t know about this darker side of the family, but mummy will not pass up the opportunity to torture or punish.”

Giovanni spoke, but it got muffled by the cloth stuffed then tied around over his mouth. Bryan easily yanked down the material, allowing Giovanni to push out the other that filled his mouth, “what are you?”

“Trinidadian and Jamaican kartel, or mafia. Whichever yuh waa call it. Bernie nuh know much, but she have an idea. That’s why she step weh from we from them long time deh.” He explained, then went back to what he was telling the battered man, “mummy seh the eight years you spend married to Bernie, you ago spend a work without pay.”

“Work?”

Bryan smiled an unsettling smile, “you a basically we slave to the next nine years and when that up and Aiden have more understanding, we kill you if him want.”

“K—Ki—”

The Jamaican shook his head, “honestly, I would through you in the desert and go my merry way. You know what’s worst than an absent father? A neglectful one that causes nothing but pain to a child’s mother. There is worst than that, but you have no reason be the way you are. You cheat and you tell your own son you didn’t want him? Aiden hate yuh like poison. Just know a your eight-year-old son call wanting you dead, but we naa scar him them way deh. When him get older we mek him decide, but until then we ago threat yuh how shit house fathers suppose to be treated.” He finalized, but cut Giovanni off the moment he saw the watering eyes, “shut yuh bloodclaaat! Yaa big thirty add year old man, the fuck wrong wid yuh?”

The question was rhetorical which led to Giovanni staying smartly quiet as he dropped his eyes to his feet.

“By the way, this Viola gyal a call and message yuh. Anything mi must know?”

Giovanni went in thought about that. Should he tell Bernice’s family about Viola and her threats? They could deal with her easily and his wife would be safe and in the clear. Niecy wouldn’t have to handle her crazy stepsister… but Gio wasn’t an angel in the slightest, no. He was a natural asshole, a manipulative, sex addict who didn’t know how to love.

So, as expected, he said. “no, just an ex.”

***

Viola was becoming restless. No matter the calls, the texts she sent, Giovanni wouldn’t answer. She’s given him more than ample time to get her the money. Two months have passed and she herself began to show in her pregnancy. She wanted to leave the damn state, better yet the continent. She was tired of being reminded of all she didn’t have but had the birthright to.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she sat in the car’s backseat. She had been crying there for the past ten minutes, her skin and eyes red and slightly swollen from it. Then her set alarm went off cutting her moment of self expression short. The woman grabbed up a kerchief that peeked from her handbag then lightly dabbed away her tears. A deep breath soon followed with a harsh blow of the nose.

The sound and sight in the rear-view mirror appalled the driver, but the young white man said nothing. Instead, he patiently awaited the wreck of a woman to leave his vehicle.

Viola finally took her exit with the yellow cab skidding to leave.

As the cold air caused goose bumps to arise, the pregnant woman instantly made her way to the familiar gates. Tall and wide black and gold metals that swirled, bent and coiled to keep out intruders. She didn’t think this far. She didn’t think on how she would get in once she arrived, but one could improvise.

Taking a deep inhale of air, she blow out just as so allowing the night air to turn her hot breath into fog. Rummaging through her hand bag, she smiled when her finger met with the cold metal.

“Are you lost?” the gatekeeper asked, not being able to see her face as yet.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” She answered loud enough for him to hear, “could you help me? I tried talking with the driver, but he ran me out. I was suppose to meet someone at this given address.”

Seeing as this wasn’t a first, the gatekeeper nodded as he beckoned her over. Viola made her way into small security box and on her entrance at the door, she pulled out the gun and pointed it straight for the man’s chest. Shocked, he took as calm breaths as possible trying to remember his training; he drew a blank.

“Put this at your nose for me and let me hear that deep inhale.” She instructed sweetly as she pulled out a beige cloth from her small bag.

Not wanting the man to make any movements towards her, she tossed the material to the man. He easily caught it, but with reluctance, he brought it to his face. As the material neared his nose, Viola watched him keenly as she shook the gun, “inhale and lemme hear it.”

“Miss White issa good woman. Ion know why—”

“I didn’t fucking ask for a moral lesson. Inhale the fucking chloroform!”

And so he did; he inhaled slow and steady.

***

“I oddly feel comfortable like this.” Niecy smiled down at Ken who laid beneath her.

Rolling his eyes, he strummed his fingers along the lines of her bulging belly, “of course you would. You like being on top. I can imagine ropes in our future or cuffs. I’m not picky.”

“Fi who?” the pregnant beauty asked with her eyebrows shot up high.

Laughing, Ken lightly brushed his finger against her chin, “you, of course. You know how I am. And you’ve slowly become a bit bratty. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to bound you to the bed a few sessions.”

“Whatever.” She mumbled, knowing this would be a new experience to her in the future. The woman liked the idea of BDSM, but she never truly dabbled in it, which was why Lea was going to bring her to her own club to have her explore a bit. Ever since her step father left it to her, she never allowed herself to get to that point, she had seen him and her mother before by accident. It scared her.

But Ken was gentle with her, even when he had spanked her that one time. How he soothe the aches away and would slip his finger between her folds and massage her swollen bud in a sense of reward to her taking her hits. It was foreign to her body, but she enjoyed it and wanted more. So maybe some bondage wasn’t so bad with him, she trusted him with everything in her. He was perfect to go such lengths with.

Like a barrel she tried rolling off of him though, laughing at herself as she did and him assisting her. As she sat beside him, Ken turned to her, “I didn’t say to get off though.”

“Mhm. Go shower.” She told him.

Easing himself to sit up as well, he leaned to her and sighed at her mood shift, “kiss me first?”

“You’re such a baby.” Niecy sighed, but kissed him anyways and when she pulled away a soft smile graced her lips, “but you’re mine.”

This made him grin, “always. I’m gonna shower. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m gonna check on Aiden in the meantime.”

“Okay, baby.”

***

It’s been five minutes of the gatekeeper inhaling chloroform. The slender man gradually became dizzy and lightheaded as the time passed by. Viola could safely say the chemical was taking effect. It showed in his sluggish sway and in an abrupt motion, he fell to the ground. Why he never sat during her wait was beyond here, but as soon as she felt comfortable, she left.

When the man was almost certain she was gone, he tried moving as fast as he could in his drugged state to reach beneath his desk. Truly feeling the drug wanting to subdue him, he almost wanted to go frantic, but when his hand finally met with the hidden red button, he pressed it with a relief. That was when he finally caved to the drug.

***

Watching Aiden sleep was a bit of a pass time for Bernice. She found peace when she watched her son do anything; from his expressive angry face whenever he cursed at anyone who irritated him to moments like these when be slept so silent and peaceful he resembled an angel.

She always tried to keep him more to a calm side like her overall persona, but there were some family traits that would never leave. He took her answer and short tongue as she did from her mother. Bernice even tried not to be as abusive, but that got thrown out the window whenever she got pissed off beyond her comfort. Giovanni always did that. The multiple concussions she gave him was proof.

The thought of him almost bittered her mood, but then Ken being in her life popped up having her smile again with her eyes away from Aiden and unto her ready to pop stomach.

She wondered what it would be like to have his baby. Him being this caring for her when she carried the spawn of another man made her want to have his as soon as possible. It was weird since it took her so long after Aiden to get pregnant again, yet she wanted to bare another child so soon and she hadn’t even given birth yet. She almost frowned as her consciousness reminded her she was thirty-eight whilst Ken hadn’t hit twenty-five.

It was funny how her pessimism would awake the moment Ken wasn’t in touching range.

The sudden dryness in her mouth told her she needed some water. So with that in mind, she kissed Aiden’s forehead before telling him she loved him then left his room.

Ken didn’t like her walking the steps on her own since she mostly waddled now and could not even see the toes of her feet. Bernice had to slant her body and took careful steps down whenever she took the stairs, not that she couldn’t do it how she usually did, but because it felt better to see where her feet were going exactly. It felt like forever for her to get to the living room and when she finally did, she smiled with a triumph, but her face scrunched at the sudden jab in her lower regions.

Sighing, Bernice made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of room temperature water from the cupboard. She didn’t even bother going back to her room, just thinking about the steps frustrated her. So instead, she scooter and forced her big rear onto the metal stool.

As she sipped on her water and casually hummed a to the cartoon tune in her head, her mind drifted to no where specific, but as soon as the sound of broken glass came from the living room, she went silent.

“Outta all bomboclaat nights of not being robbed.” She whispered, but then it occurred to her it might just be her husband, he was crazy like that, “please be Giovanni.” She begged no one in particular, but even so, she never made an attempt to go to the hall. What she did do was try getting herself off the stool as quick as a woman only a week away from her due date could.

The moment her feet got in contact with the floor, her first thought was to get upstairs, especially since her phone was nowhere near her. With cautious speed, Bernice left the kitchen and went passed the dining room to the living area. With a sigh of relief, she made for the staircase, but as her feet made contact with the first steps she froze when she heard the bitchy voice.

“If you make a sound this bullet goes through your skull.”

That's when her water broke.

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