******THIS CHAPTER IS COPYRIGHTED WAS WRITTEN BY AND BELONGS ONLY TO APPLE WHITTAKER AKA SW33T MILO T3A® 7/5/2011********

“Yow mi hungry star! Mi belly a gi mi hell. Meck wi go get some yaad food nuh bredda?” Gavin bellowed in his thick Jamaican accent as he sat in the passenger seat of Ricardo’s car rolling a spliff. 

Gavin was Ricardo’s big brother, best friend, confidant and one Jamaican Rasta man people in the drug world knew not to mess with. Back in Jamaica he was wanted by Kingfish for numerous murders, robberies and arsons, most of which had to do with political affiliation and influence yet he had managed to escape the mean streets of Maxfield Ave by using his political connections to obtain a passport and visa to enter Europe which he quickly discarded on arrival for a new identity. Thank God fi di link ova Lambeth Hall eeh? He still looked over his shoulder everyday fearing that at any minute the immigration were going to catch him and haul him back to Jamaica by his freshly grown locks to face either trial or death. Although he considered going to prison in Jamaica as death anyway as he had lots of enemies in incarceration that he had put there through snitching and in Jamaican culture snitching is one thing a Jamaican must never do unless they have a death wish. Lucky for Gavin he had an escape plan in the shape of a visa so he missed the assassination that was planned for him the day he flew out. The gunmen executed his two yr old son, common law wife and burned down their abode and the hairdressing shop he had built for her, but to a cold hearted killer like Gavin, it was a small price to pay for his life.

“Yea man mi hungry too belly all a rumble. Mi a feel fi some oxtail too.” Ricardo said as he started the car and put the spliff he was smoking into the ashtray. It was a long, drawn out boring Saturday  and nothing interesting was happening on the road.

“Mi boss a new place open up over Hackney just by the college wah do some bad steam fish come we head deh so nuh.” 

Ricardo turned the expensive, dark tinted brand new BMW M3 towards Hackney and stared at the sexy looking females he saw on the way. He loved the response he got from females when they saw him rolling through their neighbourhood in his car. Most wanted a piece of the ‘Money’ man, while others played hard to get acting like they didn’t want to get to know a baller. As far as he was concerned he had loved and lost the love of his life and no one could replace Sabrina in any way shape or form but a good fuck was always nice especially if it was free. 

As he pulled up outside the crowded West Indian eatery he noticed a familiar face staring at his car beneath oversized Chanel shades as she stepped out of a sporty Renault Megane and did a double take. 

“Nuh Ebony dat dawg?” He asked Gavin while still staring at the female as she walked daintily through the restaurant doors ignoring the catcalls as she passed a group of men gathered outside.   

“A she yes. Yow nuh badda wid di fuckery out ya yuh nuh! You know how dem uppity bitches love gwaan like dem hype an mi nuh waa box dung a gyal in front a so much witness.” an overly cautious Gavin replied hastily, scanning the area, which caused his brother to burst out laughing at the thought of that happening. Both men exited the vehicle and walked into the restaurant side by side hailing and touching fists with acquaintances upon entry. Gavin headed to the counter to order his brothers favourite oxtail and rice and peas along with his steam fish and white rice, while his brother headed to the end of the counter where Ebony was perched on a stool eyeing the menu.

“Wah gwan mi sista in law?” He said with a grin admiring her perfectly made up face and ‘wicked’ dress sense.

“That title was revoked. You figet?”

“You never know I might soon be that again.”

Ebony laughed openly and smirked at her companion while closing her menu and resting it on the counter.

“I seriously doubt that big man, your pocket dem nuh long enough fi maintain Sabby’s lifestyle, my sis wants cruises, shopping trips and a whole lot of things that a likkle dutty drug bwoy like you caa afford wid him blood money.” she finished flashing him a look of pure disgust.

That statement slightly irked Ricardo but he maintained his cool and kept smiling at what he considered to be a high class ‘chicken head’. He had never forgotten the night of passion they shared years ago and how easy it was to get the ‘cratches’ and that he had never once mentioned to Sabrina, her beloved baby sister… 

Should he…?

Crazy thoughts and plans were concocting in his giant brain as he stared into Ebony’s face which looked so much like her sister’s, down to the mouthfuls of breasts that were bulging out of her low cut yellow blouse, that were crying out to be sucked and found himself in between anger and arousal.

“I didn’t come over here to argue I just wanted to hail you and ask how my wife was. Where is she anyway? I’ve been calling for over a week and no one can give me any info.”

“That’s because it’s none of your business. Or hasn’t that occurred to you yet?”

“You ever hear the saying ‘it aint over till it’s over’? He asked adamantly.

“Yes but I don’t think that pertains to you seeing as she left your stink ass ages ago and has been seeking pastures new which I suggest you do.” Ebony replied as she slid off the stool and walked towards the cashier to order her food with Ricardo on her heels taking in her fat ass in her Baby Phat skinny jeans.

“Gavin.” 

“Raspect” The Rasta man answered as she stood beside him at the cashier’s counter. He wasn’t too fond of her and her uppity family but could act civil when he wanted to. 

“Gimmie a stew pork and plain rice.” She voiced to the Star Jones look alike behind the desk. This request caused Gavin and three other Rastas present to recoil in disgust and throw a few dirty looks at the ‘daughter wah devour di dutty meat.’ 

“So you really nah sen on di info my girl?” Ricardo asked slightly agitated by her pompous attitude.

‘Nope.” She said as she sipped on the complimentary Guinness Punch a waitress just handed her and flipped her cell phone out of her pocket and started dialling totally ignoring Ricardo’s presence. Taking the hint  and noticing that his brother had collected their food order Ricardo bid her goodbye and started heading towards the exit.

“Yow a you name Gavin dread bwoy?” a ruff looking teenager quizzed the Rasta stepping in front of the door blocking his exit.

“A who wah know?” cautious Gavin inquired. Taking in the youths’ stance, dirty clothes and trainers, realizing he was a crack fiend. 

“Mr. Weston.” the youth replied before pulling out a Smith and Weston firearm and squeezing the trigger hitting Gavin twice in the chest and retreating hastily, shouting  “Informer fi dead!”

 Gavin fell onto the floor in a big heap with a loud thud while the restaurant patrons all got flat onto the floor hoping not to get shot, some saying prayers, quoting psalms and asking themselves why as dem leff dem good good yaad fi buy likkle bikkle dem almost get kill off, others feeling all over their bodies for bullet wounds, while upon hearing the first shot patrons outside jumped into their cars and onto bicycles and sped off not wanting to be an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

Ricardo however pulled his .38 from his waistband, chased the shooter who ran across the road into a nearby estate where he backed him up in a dark corner by the dumpsters and emptied the clip in the assailants head as he begged for his life. Ricardo wanted to turn him into dust for killing his brother the way he did. He fired until the gun clicked showing the clip was empty and still he pulled the trigger rapidly, his body feeling numb as he remembered the sound of the gunshots and his brother falling to the ground in agony. Whimpering, he continued to pull the trigger on the empty gun, tears rolling down his cheeks. Yeah he was a gangster, murdering drug lord that had silenced many souls in his aim at survival in the bloody drug world but so what? He wasn’t afraid to cry for his lost brother and solider. Ricardo was so angry that he started to kick the youths lifeless body until he was startled by a hand on his shoulder and a voice saying 

“The pussy dead now man come on before di popo show up” turning he saw his brother looking slightly dishevelled, his torn shirt showing a thick bullet proof vest with two bullets lodged in the chest plate. Eyes wide in shock, Ricardo could do no better than hug his brother and pat him on the back in disbelief. 

‘Ever cautious Gavin.’ he thought with a chuckle as they both ran across the road to his car and sped away from the murder scene.