《The Jamaican Savage and Ratched Forever Kinda Love》'Let Bygones be Bygones'
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Reign's POV
'Wid all waan gwaan, mi mind deh pon one ting alone!'
The Bar was so full, you would've sworn that there was a party going on. The whole crew was here, including Wallace who I hadn't seen since the night of his party.
'When him gwaan wid him fuckry!'
I sat at my usual spot, the right hand corner of the bar next to the counter, where I could have a wide view of the bar, the entrance, the back and the sides.
I sipped on my white cranberry juice, as I wanted to be as close to sober as one can be, given that I had a shot of 12 year old Whiskey, waiting for Miss 'tink she slick' to set the record straight.
'She need fi know seh har stunting days done and gone wid!' I was dead serious. 'An if she try ntn like dat again, mi naa go calm and easy.... everybody ago see a different side a mi!'
Thinking of the Devil and she arrived. She was in a pink leather dress that matched the color of her knee length braids. She walked in with confidence as heads turned while she entered. She definitely had a little style that was eye catching but nothing compared to Casidy. Not even when she tried as hard as she did at this very moment!
She scanned the room and blushed when she spotted me, with her cheeks getting pinker, the closer she got to me.
'Eeeeee... yeah man, blush!'
"Jade yuh betta lif up eno..." M&M limped in her path, stopping her from getting any closer. Ever since the incident, he walked with a limp, as if one foot was longer than the other .
"She good man!" I reassured him.
He turned to look at me as if second guessing me. I know he was only looking out for me, given what happened the last time with Casidy.
'Dem man deh ago always ave mi back eno... respect goes out every single time!'
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I nodded in confirmation and he moved aside to allow her to pass.
"Goodnight Raiiiinnn!" She dragged my name the usual annoying way.
"Yuh waan ntn fi drink?" I asked before getting to the point. "Tell di bartender fi gi yuh whatever yuh waan"
"Kool..." She climbed on the stool next to me and arched her back to lean over to the counter. "Mi can get waan green smirnoff ice deh please!"
***Whatsapp Message tone***
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Wife❤: Am I gonna see you when I get back you your apartment? We really need to talk.
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I had booked her a return flight for 11:00 am so I figured I'd respond this time, to let her know.
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Me: I booked you a return flight at 11am tomorrow. Go get some rest. Goodnight
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Casidy's POV
He had been dodging me all day, so I was so relieved when I got a response from him. To be honest, I sent the message asking him if I'd get to see him later when we get back but I didn't expect a reply, so as soon as I heard his custom message tone, my heart came to my mouth and I shuffled through my clutch for my phone.
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Fiancé 🥰😍😊: I booked you a return flight at 11am tomorrow. Go get some rest. Goodnight
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My heart fell face flat to the ground. This text was proof that he didn't wanna see me at all. I felt embarrassed, and overwhelmed with emotions.
'Di man a send mi back home... Fucckkkkk!'
I will never put myself through this much embarrassment ever again. I knew I probably was harsh with him... But, this harsh? I was enjoying myself earlier and now, all that went out the window... I just wanted to go back to the apartment and sulk. Straightening my dress straps and patting the loose tear drop that escaped, I tried to keep a straight face to get back out of the bathroom. I was gonna make up an excuse to cut the evening short and return home.
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Ro was having so much fun with her friends, she was an absolute sweetheart, but my mental state couldn't allow me to go even half hour more at this party.
Ro was the total opposite to TP, like day and night. I could now see why Kelly was so fond of her and spoke do highly of her. She was the perfect balance to life, smart and hardworking, but a party animal at the same speed.
'Afterall, all work and no play make Jill a dull and miserable girl!'
She was on the dance floor grinding on a guy she introduced to me as her bestfriend.
'Bestfriend mi ass?'
They gave a 'Casidy and Reign' kinda vibe, so you know how that goes. I now know what people saw when we were out together. But I pray they wouldn't end up as complicated as Reign and I are now.
'I swear!'
I was about to tell her I was ready but then I remembered that I had Max's contact. He already knew where the apartment was so why disrupt Ro's fun, so I went over to the bar instead.
Reign's POV
"Now mi waan yuh listen and listen good, cause God know Jade... a di fuss and last time mi ago tell yuh!" I held her chin firmly in my hand. I saw a flash of fear from her eyes and I knew she knew I was serious. All eyes were now on us. Tp, M&M and the rest were on high alert, watching me and the surroundings carefully because Jade was no simpleton.
'She ave har links sed speed!'
I was never gonna hurt her, but rough language is the only thing she knows.
'So mi affi ruff har up likkle fi she know she cyaan go round mi ting.'
Removing my grip, I unscrewed the cork of the juice I had in hand. My eyes never left hers.
"Yuh see da likkle stunt deh wa yuh pull off da night deh, try nuh mek it happen again!" I took a sip. "Di fuckery wa go dung cost mi mi yute and nearly mash up mi life!"
Her eyes widened with shock, because other than who was frequent in my household, nobody else knew and that was deliberate. Her hands twitched as she was now in suspence.
"A lucky yuh lucky man no pree some type a way or else yuh woulda deh wonda round inna di after bomboclaat life now...memba mi tell yuh!"
"Mi neva...." She whined.
"Yuh neva wa? Neva know or neva intend? Cause when yuh go as far as a send mi woman omuch snap like mi and deh right out and a stir up trouble, it definitely did intentional!"
She looked to the side with guilt.
"Yeah man, yuh silent now!" I chuckled. "Anyways, past a past and mi ago mek da one deh slide... But no mek it happen again...Cause if she coulda chip yuh up so and she did a breed and inna delicate state, yuh can imagine now that she naa breed? Bloodclaat.... Ey and mi wi wol yuh mek she do di damage! A swear!"
When they say 'cat got ya tongue' they referred to Jade in this very moment. She was as silent as a lamb, no clap backs, no feisty comment...nothing.
'Good .... she get di message loud and clear.'
"If yuh waan ntn else, yuh mek di bartender know, mi wi cover it... mi ago line up a drive fi carry yuh home cause it late now!" I informed her and went over to the rest of people.
I asked Tp to drop her home but Wallace volunteered instead.
'Di man no easy eno, naa no code mi seh!'
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