😑 Chapter 7 😑

😑 Antoine's pov 😑

I could not think or do anything clearly, my mind was constantly on Dean and I could hardly keep focus. I underestimated her, she was fucking smarter than I think. My mind went to all the memories with us, I just couldn't fault her in any way and I would have stolen from me too. There is nothing that she has bought or done that wasn't beneficial for her survival, she had set herself for life and if she kept on the same path she will be a very successful woman.

The thought angered me and made me feel jealous of her brain, I took the old stock books and went through them daily, it was something I to do while I hide away from the chappas. I did not want them to see that I was crying, they may think I am weak or judge me in other ways for it.

"Chadwick says Steffanique is a detective from Colorado with a Jamaican background," Grung stated walking into the room.

I place the book down and sighed deeply, I really did not suspect her to be when I met her- I thought she was just an ordinary woman with her opportunist ways. Wherever she is she must have gotten wind that I had find out and now she is planning to take me down. I had done no unjustified crime in the short time that I had met her, I've only met up with Alkaline and that was private. They could not come and arrest me for him being at my dance that wasn't going to settle with me. I could not ask any of the officers for her that could bring suspicion and unwanted allegations later on. What did she want with Dean? What information was she trying to get.

"Call Dean, if she don't answer text har and ask her if the woman wey did a badda har phone, if she tell har anything at all," I said to Grung.

I watch him call a few times then he sat down on the chair at the doorway and began typing on his phone, a few minutes later I heard his phone binged.

"She sey, you and di whole force a idiot because you a di foolest don she know and mi fi fuck off and nuh text or call back har phone," Grung said.

I humbled myself and text her every week telling her.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

She did not reply to any of my texts and I tried calling her only for her to send pictures of herself in different bathing suits in seductive poses and pictures of her pussy. With a bold 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗕𝗨𝗢𝗬, I could not sleep or eat for days- I was cramped from blueballs and badly wanted to find out if she had made someone take those pictures.

Two months later..

I seem to be forgetting things as Grung reminds me of the interview for Alkaline, this Christmas is going to be an unhappy one for me. Without a permit I could not keep the dance and I didn't keep it because I don't want the police to have a good excuse and lock me up. There was still no sign of Steffanique and Chadwick says his intel was that she had been on suspension, so I guess she couldn't find nuh wey else fi pitch but pon mi.

"She come pitch and shit up mi fucking relationship, fucking dutty crosses bitch, a gon murda har bloodclaate. Cho, tsk," I cursed and hiss.

That was the only thing I could do and I couldn't blame anyone else, I couldn't find where Dean had gone to because I didn't want to dig too deep at the moment. Not wanting to draw any heat to myself, I've had to just settle with checking out the backgrounds in her photos. I was going to bruk her ass for leaving me and taking my money, I've searched the room thoroughly and there was no sign of my gun- when a done wid har likkle rass a gon lock har up ina har room.

My thoughts consistently shifts from being angry to needing her to the point of a hurtful erection, I was overly saddened with abdominal pains and blueballs that caused me to cry. I can not believe this was happening to me, I lost all appetite and I had no energy to do anything. I let Grung deal with the workmen and stayed locked up inside the the bedroom on most days, this went on for months.

The boys were extreme terrors, they investigated everything in the house and I had no peace when it was my time to look after them. I had to constantly be behind them and I have to move certain things out of their reach, it was stressing and I feel mad. Both of them were like their mother, stubborn and always want to have their own ways. They were aggressive and have attitude already, they looked like me but everything they did was totally Dean.

Months have passed and still Dean hasn't returned, I called her phone several times without her answering- so I sent her a feisty text.

𝗜𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴.

𝗜𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝘂𝗵? 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝘂𝗵𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲.

𝗔 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗴 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗳𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲?

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗻.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗹?

𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳.

I was so angry my head began to hurt, as I lay lonely in bed one night two weeks later I called then text her again.

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

A video came from her and I sat up in surprise as I saw her nude, she lay on the bed and a man smiled and knelt in front of her. "Jezas Christ," I groan in anquish as I watch the man eating her out.

I close my phone on her moans as my eyes filled with tears, I could only sit there feeling my heart breaking within my chest. When I finally felt strong enough I opened back my phone and watch the rest of the video, she rode the man and he came within a few minutes. I must be dreaming and will soon wake up I told myself while I pinch my ears.

The pinch was painful I was wide awake and this was real, tears ran down my face as she cut her eyes at the screen, but the man seem to be unaware that he was being videoed. It ends as he stretched towards her and I was left staring at my phone feeling murderous. I call Chadwick uncaring of the time of night and tell him to track her down, only telling him that she had found out about me and Steffanique.

In the morning I told Ms. Jennifer to call her and tell her that I wanted my money that she had left with. Then I texted her telling her that she was worthless and that I was going to kill her while drinking a cup of tea. I did not answer Ms. Jennifer's query of why my eyes were so red and she walk off to the washroom getting on with what she was doing.

𝗔 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗳𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝗵𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝘂𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮 𝗻𝗮'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗵 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

𝗬𝘂𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗴? 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗶 𝘆𝘂𝗵. 𝗠𝗶 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝘄𝗲 𝘆𝘂𝗵. 𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻.

I flung the cup of tea in the wall in anger, then my phone. I began breaking everything in anger as I cry, my mother was calling my name and I heard one of Erica's sons crying. Erica came down the stairs half dress for work asking what was wrong with some files in her hand.

"A you mi just a look fah upstairs ino," she said breathlessly looking at the mess of broken things.

I turned my back to them as I allowed my tears to flow hoping it will help me get through, I felt like dying. How could she? Ho-

"Mi find yuh gun ino," she said after my mother sent the children out unto the verandah.

I turn and look at her as she continued to speak and looked nervously at Ms. Jennifer who was standing there looking at the broken kitchen wares on the floor.

"A look mi a look fi one blouse wey Cam ask mi fi look if mi see and find this. Mi open it fi look if a somn important and find dem file here," she said.

The moment I look at the files she was holding I knew they were criminal files and my interest sky rocketed.

To be continued...

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