"Yuh nuh have a woman, Andreas?" I asked him.
"That nuh concern you. You we a talk 'bout," He dismissed and I glared at him.
"Yuh feel yuh woman ago come beat me cause her man nuh wah gah him yard? Me can't fight yer? And me wah yuh fi gwaan home,"...
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ANDREAS D. MONTGOMERY|32 YO
AN HOUR AGO
As I drove, my mind raced with so many different ways to kill the man sitting next to me. My original plan was to torture him and then kill him but I stupidly promised Jamiyah I'd be back for her in 20 minutes. I can't blame her for wanting reassurance, especially after what she went through.
No one would understand the relief that flooded through me when I saw her. I took one look at her and it was almost as if every problem in the world was fixable—–I could breathe again. She looked absolutely drained and all I wanted was to hold her in my arms.
Too bad that's gonna be delayed.
"What exactly will you tell the police when you turn me in?" Oraine asked.
Turn who in? All him sick inna him bloodclaat teeth.
"Yuh naave no proof seh me do nuth'n but mi know me can tell couple a my police friend dem 'bout the fact seh yuh kill the man dem and force me fi shoot yuh ex woman," He continued.
He laughed and I glanced at him before looking back to the road. "You're so eager to get Jamiyah back when in reality, she never stopped being mine." He smiled as if he had accomplished something.
"The girls you sleep with are the ones you sexually assaulted. How many sexual harassment charges have been filed against you in the few years you've been a lawyer? You also have sexually assaulted a girl and she ended up killing herself because the police didn't believe her. And, don't you think I know people in the force too?" I smirked, turning down the street his family lives on.
I could feel his gaze on my face but never dropped my expression. "Imagine all the men you put behind bars in one place and they torture you in prison. Since you like to sexually traumatize women, what if it's done to you?"
I laughed and shook my head. "You're free to do as you please. Jamiyah and our baby are safe so I'll let you go."
"Which baby?" He asked, laughing.
Deciding not to answer, I sped up and stopped across the street, three houses down from his parents' house. I unlocked the car doors and got out, going around to open the door for him. He hesitantly got out of the car and I pointed towards the house.
"Gwaan inside. Same way suh dem ago see yuh tie up," I told him, shutting the car door.
He narrowed his eyes at me before walking off. I got back into the car and reached for the sniper in the backseat. As he ran towards the house, he kept looking back and I put the silencer on the gun. Once he walked up the driveway, I rested the gun on the car window pointing it directly at his chest.
Using his foot, he knocked on the door and called out to somebody. Less than ten seconds later, his parents opened the door. Before he could walk in, I shot him in the chest and then twice in the head. The blood splashed on the wall next to the door and I heard his mother scream.
