Wow

The incessant ringing of the phone woke Whitey from deep mind-bending sleep. He stretched his right hand and rubbed his eyes. His naked chest brushed against the warm body that was nestled beside him.

What te hell as he looked at the phone 4:30am. He recognised the number from the compound

“What a gwaan” he answered gruffly

“The bwoy dem storm the base boss” the voice replied.

Which bwoy dem Pepper Steppers? Whitey, asked nervously. He knew the answer before he heard it.

“Police and Solja bossie, di man dem a kill we boss, where are you? We need reinforcements.” the voice cracked as Whitey could hear the explosions in the background and the crack of bullets.

Justin was his second in command and best friend for eighteen months. Young, brave and fearless.

Whitey thought for a moment

Fight back Justin, I am a few minutes away and I’m bringing men.

Nice Bossi, Justin replied

Whitey’s, spirit cringed.