🚚 Chapter 30 🚚

🚚 Antoine's pov 🚚

@ItaliaToocute

I kept a firm hold on her until I had open the grill and doors. "A just talk wi did a talk," she says for the thousandth time.

Grung left with Swinger as I motion to him to get the chappas over by the abandoned building, his face was not please but I cared zero. I push Dean to mount the stairs ahead of me while cursing her dog rotten, knowing she has nowhere to run to.

"Yuh guh open up yuh crotches and gi man a foreign, so a doe know who yuh won't open up and gi it to. Yuh lie, yuh theif, yuh a whore and yuh cannot be trusted."

Nothing prepared me for the kick I got under my chin. "Whore like yuh dog, crosses, germs, dranco-" she cursed at me.

I ran after her up the stairs and she sailed into my room slamming the door shut, right place she gone I thought- because if she even lock the door I was going to break it down and murder her wid some licks in dey. It was lock and I heard like she was pushing something inside there, I gave the door a hard kick with my left foot not wanting to use the hurting right one.

Grung called me telling me that Demar had already reach round at the abandoned building and was waiting on me, I tell Grung to take his gun from him and he said that he had hand it to him as he arrive. When I ask about Dean's jeep, he replies that Demar told him that my daughter whom Dean had been waiting on had driven it home to St. Thomas.

I went down to the gate monitor panel and changed the gate code, then locked up the house with Dean inside knowing if she even got out she could not get out of the yard. Hot-tool was outside waiting on me and I walk ahead of him to the abandoned building determined to teach Demar a lesson once and for all.

When I got there I did not see the chappas neither Demar, a banging sound from inside told me they were in there. Why haven't Grung turned on the light and he saw that the place was darkening I wondered has I limp inside the building ahead of Hot-tool. Sounds were coming from the back and I made my way towards there, a hard hit to my right leg sent me sprawl out on my face in the dirty disgusting dirt.

I spat out the dirt from my mouth and twist my head around to see. "A gun dey a mi head," Hot-tool said in the dim room that I could only make out his silhouette.

Sitting up in the dirt pain shook my right leg and I was nervous as I wondered where the others were. "Pussy yuh nuh have nuh wey fi run guh, a wey yuh a guh duh kill mi?" I ask in anger.

"Dat too easy and mi nuh want your dutty blood pon my hand," Demar said from behind Hot-tool whose hands were stretched upward.

"Right now yuh only just a prove to mi sey yuh guilty a wey yuh did waan duh fuck mi 'oman?" I ask taunting him.

"Dean nuh belong to yuh old pedophile!" He yelled and I thought that sounded too personal.

I hissed my teeth then said. "Yuh waan hear how a mek she moan when mi a kill har wid hood all when shi nuh want it, thank yuh fi bring di sweet likkle virgin come gi mi, a have no regrets."

"If yuh think dat can hurt mi yuh stupider dan mi think, everybody have a past and sometimes the way forward is met with a few losses- nevertheless as long as yuh get there yuh win," I sat there trying to understand the meaning of what he just said when Hot-tool came falling on top of me.

The outer grill to the building banged shut and I got up and hobbled as fast as I could to shoot at Demar, I did not see as much as his shadow- but figured he was going to try and get to his family and run. Hot-tool manages to get the light on and I found the chappas all asleep in a drugged mode. Sleeping powder I thought in anger, it will be awhile before they came around.

I saw the box containing Demar's gun and a renewed energy spark within me at the knowledge that he was unarmed. About half an hour had already past by the time we finally managed to knock out one of the boarded up window at the front and get out of the building.

His mother's house was empty when we got there and there was no sign of any of them, my head began to ache due to how angry and disappointed I was. With so many of the chappas in an unconscious state it made no sense trying to go after them, wherever within these fourteen parishes he has taken him and his family to hide- I will soon find him and deal wid him and them.

Hot-tool was in a confused state as he make calls, asking the chappas on guard if anyone had spot Demar or his family leaving the community. The answer was no all around, which means he has probably sneaked out or they were hiding at someone's house same place here. That would be stupid of him and them, but the thought is significant since no one had seen them leave.

I walk-hopped around to my yard but could not get the gate to open, a quick call to the tech reveal that my passcode was changed and the system seemed to be over ridden. However he did not see Demar accessing it and he couldn't correct it over the phone. I call Dean's phone and heard it ringing upstairs in the quiet of the night, the ringing was coming from my room which means she was still up there.

An hour and a half later the technician said that he could only open the gate if he could access the panel inside since it seemed to be jammed. I had no energy to climb over the wall with my now swollen right leg, so I continued to call Dean's phone. I stood outside the wall where my room was and called her, but she did not answer and I figured she was probably scared of me. She could be even downstairs trying to open the grills or something, I thought feeling utterly depressed.

I call one of the chappas on guard and had him climb over the wall, I wish this tech was younger things would have been easier. Hot-tool was on his phone asking someone to bring a ladder, bless him I said in my mind. Two hours later when I finally got in, I did not have the strength to push away the chest of drawer that was blocking my room door. I called Dean twice without getting any answer and I figured she must have fallen asleep, where the hell did she get such energy to push the heavy piece of furniture behind the door.

Tiredly I showered in the guest room, running the warm water over my swollen ankle and seeing a bruise forming on my foot where Demar had use whatever to rass mi. I lock the bedroom door not trusting Dean to not come and kill me in my sleep, I would find something to put on my hurting foot- I thought as sleep pull me under.

Dean's pov

Hopefully Antoine didn't get into his yard and house as yet to realise that I wasn't there, I entered my yard quietly and head straight for the house side. Just like my mother had said Erica and her mother was inside the room chatting, I let myself in quietly and went up to my mother's room. I had a splitting headache and hoped that I would not awake with one the following day.

It's the same way Antoine could have killed me and my mother would not have known, I stayed in her room until the two demons left. My mother said that it seemed like Antoine had sent for his mother and I was glad, I use my mother's phone and called Antoine's daughter Anthonia and told her to get ready. I was going to have her drop off my jeep to the man that I sold it to and Demar would be there to make sure everything went alright.

My mother was babysitting the boys and as soon as she left, I came out of my mother's room and get to work. I dumped all their clothes in the closets quickly before the trucks arrive and I took the small suitcase with all his money, guns and documents up to my room. Where I made quick work of emptying contents into another brand new suitcase, then wrote a nasty note place it inside it and zip it shut.

I took all of their documents from businesses to personal then stuffed that suitcase with clothes and replace it. My mother and my sons were already sitting and waiting in Cam's car when the trucks arrive, Demar came with Antoine's daughter in a rented car and I gave her- her suitcase and sent her over to the plaza to stay with Erica.

When the agent arrives and began putting the sold sign on the gate, I drive off with Demar. We passed the two idiotic chappas driving over, good they can report back to Antoine that the house was sold. Let them all break their necks to come and see what was happening.

To be continued...