“Powder get your ass around the back and let Cherry come to the front.” Powder quickly complied he was no match for Sizzla’s ferocious temper.
“Bwoys how the rass uno take so long fi come, you see dis yah gal, when uno invite me no way don’t waste me damn time!” Cherry was a Jamaican hottie who Crazy T used as a drug mule.
In Jamaica she worked at a local bank during the day and partied hard during the nights. She always flew out over the weekends, rarely on a weekday unless it couldn’t be avoided. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion and get fired from her job. Cherry was beautiful until she opened her mouth. She had some crooked teeth but spoke the Queen’s English well. Only when she got angry (like she was now) did she lapse into heavy Jamaican Patois. She often bitterly complained about how she hated working in the bank. Stated often that it was just another form of modern day slavery. Her salary could only cover her rent as she lived uptown in one of the newly built condos in Kingston. Truth be told, cost of living was said to be high in Jamaica. Especially with the dollar continually sliding.
Wayne asked her one time in private if she ever regretted getting mixed up with Crazy T and she said no, she didn’t mind being the replacement and felt lucky. The girl who had set Cherry up with Crazy T had started working for the Colombians. She left because they offered her more money to do Cocaine than Crazy T ever would for bringing in a small package of weed to the United States. As far as the girl was concerned working for Crazy T was chump change. She could earn more in a month working for the Columbians than she did in a year with Crazy T. When she finally got tired of the game and saved up enough money to leave the Columbians behind. They followed her home and killed her entire family, cutting out all their tongues.
The irony was that the family had been clueless about her secret lifestyle. The Columbians did it as a warning to others who thought they could betray them by turning their backs on their hospitality. Cherry fervently admitted that if it wasn’t for Crazy T she wouldn’t be able to live this lavish lifestyle she was now used to. Crazy T paid her handsomely for the risks she took and she was free to stop any time she wanted, Crazy T trusted her. Often they flew Cherry in after a timely phone call that asked her to deliver a package of weed. How they hid the weed and got past security and their guard dogs was still a mystery. Wayne never asked, some things were best not known.
Anything that had to do with the drug side of the business Wayne stayed out of it. He knew it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out and he would have to get his hands dirty. He was spared his agonizing thoughts when they pulled up at the club. Some of the junior members of the crew rushed up to greet them. The party was lame until they walked in to stir things up. Wayne felt Cherry’s eyes on him the entire time. He knew she liked him but there was something about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it because she was fine but he just never returned her feelings.
“Wayne come and dance with me.” She wasn’t asking, she demanded his compliance.
“Suppose I don’t feel like it.”
“You got a problem with me?”
“No Babes.”
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“Quit acting a fool then. There are many things we don’t feel like doing but we do them any ways because it needs to be done. Besides you’ll keep them hoodlums from approaching me. The only reason why I’m here is because of you anyways and don’t act like you don’t know it.”
“What can I say Cherry, I’m flattered. I never knew you cared.”
“Don’t let it get to you head now.” She said jokingly as she dragged him to the dance floor. He gave in, enjoyed the music and the beautiful woman that grinded on him.
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He removed some tissue and wiped her off then helped her get her clothes righted.
It was a struggle to come out of the bathroom as the club was now overcrowded. Thank God it was open air and he didn’t have to choke to death from the Hookah fumes the crowd had exhaled. He had never gravitated to smoking he preferred to get his high from alcohol.