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ZAYN ALONZO SANTIAGO | Lonzo POV
After talking with Kevin about Rammy or whatever him name I head to my parent's house.
Affi go get rid a dah boi deh real soon
Cya believe seh di man really a try put him hand dem pon mi ooman. No cuz wah yuh mean by him a try "get har back" a muss joke dis ti pussyclaat.
Flashback
"Nuh run dem serious joke deh Don," I fume as Dontae Kevin and some others laugh at me but I was serious.
"Yea dawg a di only way him ago get him fada gang," he says after calming down.
Marry who? When and where?
"So why him need Monique look how much woman ina di world and a fimi ooman him a look," I say eyeing Kevin who seems to be unfazed.
"Memba seh har fada deh ina di badness eno and him have him funds dem so Rahiem can benefit from dat cuz she a di eldest child fi him so she a practically the first heir but in order fi har fada hand over the gang and her shares she affi marry " he says but I stare into the distance aggravated at the thought of Nique being with someone other than me.
Bwoi in love to rass
Mi wouldn't call it love tho eno mi like har a lot but not to that extent. Nuh really quick fi seh mi love people to be honest a wah strong word dat.
Sighing I compose myself before walking up to my parent's door knocking it. The door swings open and I was immediately met with my mother who smiles up at me.
"Mi one son wah gwan?" she asks her hands circling my torso as I hug her.
"Deh ya eno mumz," I smile down at her genuinely.
Me? Love my mada
"Yo wah gwan mi general," my father pops up dabbing me up before disappearing into the kitchen. I follow as my mom leads off , the scent of her cooking clogs my nose.
We ate silently around the table my attention on the phone texting my baby. Smiling as she sends a picture of her with a cap on I post her on instagram tagging her and my comment section blows up almost immediately.
Locking my phone I look up to see my parents looking at me before sharing glances at each other.
"A wahm?"
"When are you planning to get married Zayn?" my father asks and I sigh dropping the fork on the plate.
See it deh
"Nah get no younger eno mi son wah one likkle pickney fi come hot up mi head,"
"Mummy mi nuh enough fi yuh?" I say frowning and she laughs.
