Page 230 of Taeja

“I am. Mi understand seh if this fi happen, the baby a the one thing she ago have fi remember mi by. But mi know mi woman. She’s going to hurt more when she looks at our baby and realizes I’m not here to help her raise it.”

Zain forced down the lump forming in his throat. “I’ll try to fix this.”

Owen smiled weakly. It pained Zain’s heart. A decade in the field with this man, and this was the first Owen seemed not to have faith in Zain’s words. Even Nwabisa looked the same when he dropped her off earlier.

“Later, Stork,” Owen said, and Zain nodded. Owen put his hand on the door, pausing when a delivery truck pulled up before them. After the mailman placed letters in the mailbox and drove away, Owen sighed.

Zain raised a brow. “What is it?”

“Yago laugh afta mi,” Owen said.

“I won’t.”

“My hand isn’t cutting it anymore cause Dee naa medz mi, so I bought a pocket pussy…” He glared as Zain chuckled. “I told you not to laugh!”

Zain loudly laughed this time, barely getting a hold of himself.

Owen joined the laughter until silence fell over them. “It’s rough out here, Scar.My dick only gets hard for Jamaican women and I’m so desperate to get my dick wet, I thought about cheating on her. Mi nuh waa diss her certain way cause she go through the struggle wid mi, and the pocket pussy a tek forever fi come. I’m in for a long few weeks.”

Zain’s jaw clenched. Time was winding down. If he didn’t find a way out of this, they’d leave in three weeks… Gone to the training facility up north where they’d train and study for three months before leaving the country.

“I’ll catch you later, Stork. And thanks for the drinks. The three of us need to do this again before we leave,” Owen continued.

“Yeah. Later.” Zain watched as his squad mate walked up to the house and disappeared inside. Sighing, his grip tightened around the steering before he drove off. Pondering his options made the journey pass by in a blur.

Parking beside Kacian’s car in the somewhat empty parking lot, Zain pulled his phone out to check the time.

Thirteen hundred hours.

Taeja should be on her way home from her last class.

Tomorrow, when you get here, wait for me in the dungeon.

Put on the white lingerie I bought you.

Braid your hair.

Put in the butt plug.

Blindfold yourself.

Be on your knees before the bed.

And don’t move until I get there.

He sent off the texts in rapid succession, then locked the screen without waiting for her reply. He exited the car, then went inside to meet his mother.

After they exchanged greetings and got themselves ready, Kacian asked, “Can you grab me a different carry bag?”

Zain nodded, walking away to grab a new one from the area that hosted all the complimentary golf equipment. He froze when he saw familiar faces there.

Seth and Lashay.

Zain quickly turned his back, not daring to move. He’d almost forgotten that this was where Seth visited with his daughter every Thursday.

Usually, Zain would come here on Wednesdays with Kacian, but he’d been busy all week, so they pushed it to today.

They left, and Zain’s tense stance slackened. He grabbed a carry bag and hurried to Kacian.

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