♠ JEHVAUGHN'S POV ♠

We're getting ready to go to the club. Well not 'we', jus Zamora, Neika and Paris.

Unuh know how dem tek long fi get ready already. N dem jus a put on wig. "Unuh haffi wear wig? Look how unuh hair nice."

"Come out dawg shit." Neika throws a brush at me.

"By time unuh done not a hairline unuh nuh av lef to my

It's a couple minutes after 6 and we're leaving nine. It's one of my friends birthday party so I decided to go since I have my people with me.

I wasn't going to go. A walk out after looking at Zamora. She's also telling me to go. "Yaa hurt mi feelings but it's alright. Mi naa bother guh no weh."

I walk away.

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The music blasts in our ears as we step inside the club. People rubbing on each other to songs that don't need rubbing.

Unuh know how farrin people dem dance already suh a nuh whine dem a whine, literally a ketch fire.

Zamora starts to laugh and shakes her head, "Cyaa get used to dem dancing yah eno."

I smile although I could barely hear what she said. But I knew what she said.

We walk up to the VIP section and I greet my friends. "Happy birthday man."

"Thanks bruh. Who are they?"

I pull Zamora forward, "This is my girl-" I point to Neika, "That's my sister and the others are my friends."

"Nice to meet y'all!" He shouts over the music. "You can get your drinks at the bar. I know you like to drink from your own bottle."

I laugh and turn to the others, "Don Julio good fi unuh?"

"Yah man. Haffi go watch Zoey though." Z-don says and the others laugh because it's true. Girl cyaa wull har liquor fi save har life.

I look at Zamora and she rolls her eyes. "Unuh cyaa come off a mi name now? Mek mi enjoy mi self n doh watch mi."

"Relax yuh self likkle girl. Mi a guh watch yuh regardless. Come on. Yow, wi soon fawd."

I intertwine our fingers and pull her towards the bar. "The regular and 6 cups." I say to the bartender.

"Yuh come regular man."

I look down at her, "Of course, though mi nuh come from me n yuh deh."

"Eee?" She grins and I kiss her.

"Yh. Nave no reason fi come wen mi a think bout yuh suh much. Mind occupied baby." Again she grins...no, she never stopped. "Wah mek yaa grin suh n yuh nuh get nun fi drink yet."

The grin drops, "Yuh know seh mi cyaa bother wid yuh."

"But it creepy fi yuh just stand up a grin n yuh sober. N other than we, wen yuh guh out yuh barely smile."

"Suh wah mi a smile fah? Mi mad?"

Mad? "Yh. Nuh know y yaa behave otherwise." I get the things from the bartender, "Come on. Mi waa yuh drunk tonight fi real eno, enjoy yuh self."

Shi start grin again. Even though mi seh shi look creepy, shi still look cute. Girl to cute.

We get back to the others and get a table and start to drink. After about 10 minutes the girls starts to dance like the damn white people dem afta dem did a laugh off a dem.

Zamora was in the middle of it all, hips moving from side to side, cup in one hand, she looks like she's having fun dancing like that.

I smile. Seeing her happy makes me happy.

In the corner of my eye, I could see some guys eyeing her. My jaw clenches every time someone gets too close to her, but I know I shouldn't worry because she can take care of herself and I trusts her.

A girl stumbles past them, laughing, dragging her friends towards the bar. One of them pushes Neika, "Move, black ass bitch."

"What the fuck did you just say?" She walks up in her face but Paris tugs on her hand and the girl flips her off and walks away.

Paris hate war yuh fuck meanwhile Neika n Zamora love it. Wen it necessary. I walk over to them, "Yuh good?"

"Yh, mi nuh know a wahm to har eno."

I nod, "Zamora?" I turn to where she's supposed to be standing but she's not here. The fucking likkle girl gone to pussyclaat.

Jesus Christ.

A bottle shatters and someone screams. My head snaps towards the sound hoping to find Zamora there being the one smashing the bottle on someone.

I head over where the crowd is gathered and to lo and behold, Zamora a beat di gyal wid di fucking bottle.

Before mi reach good, a waa man dat ready fi lick har, Z-don did in front a mi suh him pull off di man n start beat him to.

Lord Jesus.

Mi jus pull out mi matic out a mi waist n point it pon dem, everybody stop. Literally, music lock off n people a back up.

Mi nuh in a no foolishness wid no bloodclaat man waa come beat mi oomn. Mi know Zamora drunk n di fucking bitch deserve it because shi fucking racist.

N to mi sister at that, Zamora nuh beat har good. "Yow, mek mi tell unuh dis, nuh fuck wid mi bloodclaat people dem yer dat? Mi head chip n unuh bloodclaat know that to."

Zamora gets up off of the girl and Z-don let's the nigga go, "Bredda, yaa di next one to. Sometimes mi haffi wonder bout u n Zamora eno. Unuh cyaa guh no weh n nuh fight?"

He rolls his eyes, I look at Zamora, "You." I grab her top n pull her towards me, "Yuh mother neva tell yuh seh no bloodclaat fighting?"

"Shi neva seh di bloodclaat." She mumbles, I could barely hear what she said.

"It matter if shi seh bloodclaat or not?"

She pouts, "But the girl push Neika n a be racist. N mi know shi did a be racist because shi look pon har like a shit."

"Mi neva tell yuh seh yuh nuh fi fight, mi jus a ask. Beat har bloodclaat yes. But, a me haffi go end up resolve all a dis eno. Because if di man did actually touch yuh, him would a haffi dead."

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look around to see my friend, "Calm down bruh. I'll take care of this, you can go. Thanks for showing up."

I nod and tuck the gun back in my pants before taking Zamora and flinging her over my shoulder. "Sorry. Unuh fawd."

When we get outside to my car, I put Zamora down.

Di likkle girl stand up a play wid har finger n jus a look pon mi n back pon di road. "Wah yaa look pon mi suh fah?"

"Sorry." She mumbles not looking back at me.

"Sorry fi wah? A regular thing fi shi get rass lick fi be racist. It good, as long as nun nuh duh unuh."

She looks up at me and her smile makes my heart flutter, "Yuh nuh vex? Thank God. Mi couldn't hold back because di likkle shape bad bitch did too fucking bright."

Shi sober up. I smile and look over at Z-don who was staring at her. Look how him jump in fi Zamora n a she wrong. It nuh matter if shi wrong or not though.

Fight fi har no matter wah.

"Bredda, yuh gov?"

He looks over at me and nod while cracking his neck. Man want a piece a di action.

"Unuh come on mek wi guh sing." Z-don chuckles and we get into the car and drive to the location.

To be honest, a sumn mi av plan mek wi come n mi naa mek dem sing a rass. "Me first a sing eno. Mi av a song fi sing from wen."

So, I walk up to the stage and take out my phone to call Zamora's dad, "Hey what's up?"

Know from wen wi nuh c dah man yah. Him n mi father deh pon waa business trip ova Dubai from how long. Wi devn talk much.

"Nun. Mi waa yuh do sumn fi mi."

"Wah dat?"

I put the phone down and position it on a table where he can see me. "Jus waa yuh listen to di song wah mi a guh sing."

He chuckles, "Okay."

I pull Zamora in front of me and she waves. "Stand up n listen."

I take the mic and take a deep breath before I start.

"Sir I'm a bit nervous about being here today, still not sure what I'm going to say, so bear with me please if I take up too much of your time."

I take a box out of my pocket, "See in this box is a ring for your youngest, she's my everything and all that I know is, it would be such a relief if I knew we were on the same side cause very soon I'm hoping that I.."

I get on my one knee and open the box, "Can marry your daughter and make her my wife? I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my laugh give her the best of me till the day that I die. I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen she'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen I can't wait to smile when she walks down the aisle on the arm of her father on the day that I marry your daughter."

Zamora looks at me a bit confused but I'm sure everyone knows where this is going.

"Zamora Ophelia Edwards, my baby, the person I've been in love with for all these years. The person who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?"

I know it's a bit too early in the relationship to propose but I want to. We don't have to marry right a way anyways. I just her to be mine.

Tears starts to fall from her eyes as she nods, "Yes."

I slip the ring onto her finger then hug her as tight as I can before kissing her.

She said yes.

Fucking life feel so much better wid har in a it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

~Done~