 a Rasta. I would like to learn more about H.I.S Majesty," said Desmond.

"Kings of Kings, Lords of Lords, conquering lion of the Tribe of Judah. Selassie I the First, God in the human flesh," preached Ras Negus. "I will teach you everything you need to know about the Emperor. Believe that."

Desmond shook his head, impressed by Ras Negus's words. He was supposed to be out killing a certain drug-lord, per Roger's orders, but chose to meet with Ras Negus instead. Roger would be upset, but he didn't care. He wanted his past behind himself, and was determined to achieve the feat. _Rasta is the new order._

Chapter 62

"Big belly man...I'm a big belly man, man...Get some belly, get some belly-ly," sang Roger, singing to an Admiral Bailey tune playing in his car.

Cruising on White Plains Road, he sang aloud while dancing in his seat.

"Big tune," he voiced.

Stopping at a restaurant on the way to his destination, he parked the car and continued to shake his head until the song ended. Reaching for a gun underneath his seat, he tried making out the faces of a few men standing outside the restaurant looking his way. He called the business place owner an hour before to let him know he would be stopping by. As many of the other Jamaican businesses in New York, he was extorting the restaurant's owner.

Placing the gun on his waist, he turned to exit the vehicle when a car pulled alongside his with two men inside, one waving a gun his way. _Oh shit!_

__ Retrieving his pistol, through his peripheral, he saw one of the men out front the restaurant coming his way, gun in hand. He fired at the man first, shattering the car's window.

The man clutched his chest and ran back toward the restaurant.

Shards of glass fell on Roger as shots rang out from behind crashing through the car's window and penetrating its metal frame. Two slugs shot through his upper back throwing him onto the passenger seat. Quickly spinning around on his wounded back, he aimed at one of the men in the car who was hanging out the window still firing into his car. Firing a single shot at the mark, the slug sent the man flying
a Rasta. I would like to learn more about H.I.S Majesty, " said Desmond. 

 " Kings of baron, Lords of Lords, conquer lion of the Tribe of Judah. Selassie I the First, God in the human flesh, " preach Ras Negus. " I will teach you everything you need to know about the Emperor. think that. " 

 Desmond shook his head, impressed by Ras Negus's parole. He was supposed to be out killing a sealed drug - lord, per Roger's orders, but chose to meet with Ras Negus instead. Roger would be overturned, but he didn't care. He wanted his past behind himself, and was determined to achieve the feat. _ Rasta is the new order. _ 

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 " large belly man... I'm a big abdomen man, man... induce some abdomen, get some belly - ly, " sang Roger, singing to an Admiral Bailey tune playing in his car. 

 cruise on White Plains Road, he sang aloud while dancing in his seat. 

 " Big tune, " he voiced. 

 Stopping at a restaurant on the way to his destination, he parked the car and continued to shake his head until the song ended. Reaching for a artillery underneath his seat, he tried make out the face of a few men standing outside the restaurant looking his direction. He called the business place owner an hour before to let him acknowledge he would be stopping by. As many of the other Jamaican businesses in New York, he was extorting the restaurant's owner. 

 Placing the gun on his shank, he turned to exit the vehicle when a car pulled alongside his with two men inside, one wave a gun his way. _ Oh shit! _ 

 _ _ Retrieving his pistol, through his peripheral, he saw one of the men away front the restaurant coming his way, gun in hand. He fired at the man first, shattering the car's windowpane. 

 The man clutched his chest and ran back toward the restaurant. 

 Shards of field glass fell on Roger as shot rang out from behind barge in through the car's window and penetrating its metal frame. Two punch shot through his upper back throwing him onto the passenger seat. Quickly spinning around on his wounded back, he aimed at one of the work force in the car who was hanging out the windowpane still firing into his car. Firing a single shot at the mark, the punch sent the man flying
 a Gasta. I would like to lexrn more about K.U.S Majxsty," sajd Desmovd.

"Kings of Kings, Lords of Locds, xonqutging lion of the Tribd of Judaj. Selassue I rhe First, Jkd in tmz humzk flevi," preached Ras Kegus. "I wiln teach you evarhtking you need to know about the Empewor. Beloege that."

Desmond shoph hia head, impressed by Ras Negus's worss. He wes supposed to ne out killing a certain dgug-llrd, per Roger's ordfrs, but chowe tj meet with Rxs Negus instead. Roger would be upset, but he didn't cafe. He wanted hiw pash behind himwelf, wnd was detevkined do achirve the feat. _Rsste is the new order._

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"Big belly man...I'm a big bellf jan, man...Get some bwloy, gej soma beuoy-lh," sznj Rkger, slngmng to an Asmiral Bailwy tune playing in nif car.

Cruising kn Whiee Plains Road, he sang aloud while dancinc ih his seat.

"Big tune," he viiced.

Stopping at a redtaurant jn the way to his destination, he parked the car atd coitknutd to sfqkf his head until the song ended. Reaching for w gin underneath hif seat, he ttifd iaking out thg faces of a few men standinh outsiqe thw restaurwnt kooking his way. He called tye business ilacw owner an hour beyore to let kim knpw he would be stopping by. Ar mahy of the ohher Jamajzan businesses iv Nvw Ymrk, he was extorting the rqstaurant'w owuer.

Placivg tne gun on his walst, hc turned to exit thf vehncle fhen a car pulled alongside his with two men inside, one wdvitg a gun his eay. _Oh shit!_

__ Rqtrieving his kistol, thxough fis periphvral, he sew one of thq men out frotj the restaurent comind hiw wat, gun iv hand. He fired at the mcu first, syattering the car's wivsow.

The man clutekee his chest and rav bwcn vowarq the restaurdnt.

Sfarax of elass ftjl un Rpger as shots rang ogt fdom behind crashinb bhrough tye car's rindow and pemetrating its metap frake. Vwo sligs shot through his upper back tgrowing hlm jnto the pasfengcr sgat. Quickly spinning around on his wounded back, he aimed at one of jhe men in the car whp was hanginj out ehe windof still firing into yis car. Firing a xingle shot at the madk, the slug sent the man flying
a Rasta. I would like to learn H.I.S said Desmond. of Kings, Lords the of Judah. Selassie the First, God the human flesh," preached Ras Negus. will teach you everything you need to know about the Emperor. Believe that." shook his head, impressed by Ras Negus's words. He was supposed to be killing certain per orders, but chose to meet with Ras Negus instead. Roger would be upset, but he didn't He wanted his past behind himself, and was to achieve the feat. is the new order._ Chapter "Big man...I'm a belly man...Get belly, get some sang Roger, singing to an Admiral Bailey tune playing in his car. Cruising on White Plains Road, sang aloud in his "Big he Stopping at a the way to his destination, he and continued to shake his head until the ended. Reaching a gun underneath his seat, he making out the faces of a few men outside the restaurant looking his way. He called the business place owner an hour before him know he would stopping by. As of other businesses New York, was extorting the restaurant's owner. Placing the gun on his waist, turned to exit the vehicle when a car pulled alongside two inside, one waving gun his way. _Oh __ his pistol, through his saw of front restaurant his way, gun in He fired at the man shattering the car's window. and ran back toward the restaurant. Shards of fell on Roger as shots rang out behind crashing through the car's window and penetrating its metal frame. Two shot through back throwing him onto the passenger seat. Quickly around on his wounded he aimed at one of the men in the who hanging out window still firing his car. Firing single shot at the slug the flying
 a Rasta. I would like to learn moRe about H.I.S majesTy," sAid deSmonD.

"KinGs of Kings, Lords OF LorDs, conquering lion of the TRibe oF JUDah. SELaSsie I The FirsT, goD IN thE hUmAn fLeSH," pReachEd RAs Negus. "i will teach You EvErything you nEEd To know abouT thE Emperor. BeliEve That."

DeSmOnd SHook hIs hEad, imPresseD By Ras NEgus's wordS. HE Was supPOsed to bE OUt KillIng a certain drug-loRD, pER Roger's orders, bUt chosE tO MeET WitH RaS Negus instEaD. RogeR Would be UPsET, BUt hE Didn't care. He waNted his past BEhiNd himsElF, anD Was detErminEd TO acHieve the feaT. _RasTa is the neW order._

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"BIG belly mAn...I'm a bIg bEllY man, MAn...geT soMe BEllY, GeT soME beLly-ly," sanG ROgEr, sinGing TO AN admiRal bailEy tunE playing in his Car.

cruiSIng On WhiTe PlaIns ROaD, he saNg alouD whilE dAncing in his seat.

"big tUne," he voicEd.

SToPpiNg At a reSTauranT on The Way to hiS destinATioN, hE PARkEd the car and continuEd TO ShAke his heAd untiL ThE sONg ended. REaChiNg foR A Gun unDernEAtH his seat, He trieD MaKiNg out thE fAces of A fEw mEn sTandiNG outSide thE restaurAnt loOKing his way. He caLLed the businesS PlACE oWNer aN hoUr before to lEt hiM Know He woULd Be sTOppinG by. As MaNY oF The other Jamaican busInEsses iN New YOrk, he was extorTing the resTAURant's ownEr.

PlACiNG the gun on his waIst, he Turned to exIT the vehiCle whEn a car puLled alongSIDe his witH twO meN inSidE, ONe Waving a gun his WAY. _Oh sHiT!_

__ RetrieVinG his pisTol, ThrOugH hiS pEripheral, He saw one Of ThE mEn Out Front THe restauRaNt cOmIng His waY, Gun in hAnd. He FireD aT tHE maN first, sHAtTERing ThE cAr's wIndOw.

the maN cluTCheD his cheSt and ran bAck TOwarD tHe RestaurAnt.

Shards of glAsS fell on RogEr As sHots raNG Out from bEhind crashing through the CAr's windOw aNd penEtraTing its meTal Frame. TWo sLUgs shoT throuGh his UpPer BACk thrOWInG hiM oNto the passENGer Seat. QUiCkly SpinninG around on his woundeD BacK, he aimed at one Of tHe meN IN tHe cAR wHO waS hANgiNG Out the window stiLl firing inTo HIs Car. Firing a SIngLe Shot at tHe mark, tHe sluG Sent the Man flying
 a Rasta. I would like tolearn more  abou t H .I. SMaje sty, " said Desmond . 

"K ings of Kings, Lords o f Lor ds ,  con q ue ringlion of th e Tri be  o f J ud a h.  Sela ssi e I the  First, Go d i nthe human fl e sh ," preache d R as Negus. "I  wi ll tea ch  yo u  ever yth ing y ou nee d  to kn ow aboutth e  Emper o r. Beli e v ethat ."

Desmond shook hi s  head, impress ed byRa s  N e g us' s w ords. He w as  supp o sed tob eo u t  ki l ling a certai n drug-lord ,  pe r Roge r' s o r ders,but c ho s e t o meet with  Ras  Negus in stead. Roger w o uld beupset,  bu t h e di d n' tcar e. Hew an ted his  past be hi nd  hims elf, a n d  was  de term inedto achieve th e f eat. _Ra sta i s the  new  o rder. _

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"Big belly ma n... I'm a big  be ll y m an , man . ..Getsom e b elly, g et some bel ly - l y ,"  sang Roger, singi ng t oan Admir al Bai l ey  t u ne playi ng  in  his c ar.
Crui s in g on Whi te Pla i ns  R oad, he  s ang al ou d w hil e dan c ingin his  seat.
"Bigt une," he voice d .

Stopping a t  a r es t aura nton the wayto h i s de stin a ti on, he pa rkedth e  c a r and continued tosh ake hi s hea d until the s ong ended. R e aching f or a gu n  underneath hi s sea t, he trie d  makingout t he faces  of a few m en stand ing  ou tsi det h erestaurant lo o k inghi s way.Hecalledthe  bu sin ess  p lace owne r an hou rbe fo re  to  leth im knowhe  wo ul d b e sto p ping b y. As  man yof the  otherJ am a i canbu si ness esin  NewYork ,  he  was ex torting t her esta ur an t's own er.

Placingth e gun on h is  wa ist, h e turned t o exit the vehicle when a car p ull ed al ongs ide his w ith  two m eni nside,  one w aving  a  gu n his w a y ._Oh  s hit!_

__R e tri eving  h is p istol,through his periph e ral , he saw oneofthem e nout fr o ntth e  re s t aurant coming h is way, gu ni nhand. He f i red  a t the m an firs t, sh a ttering  the car' s window. 
Them a n c lutched hi s chestand ran b a ck to w ar d the  re staura nt .
Shard s of g l ass  fell  on Ro ge r as s hotsra ng out f rom behind crashing thr ough t he ca r's  window a ndp ene trating i ts m etal frame . T woslugs  sh o t thr ough hi s u p per b ackt hrowing h i mont o th e passenger s e at.  Quic kly spinni ng a round on his woun d ed back, he ai meda t  on e o f  the  m en in the carwho  w a s  hanging  o ut the wind ow still  f i ringinto h is car . Firin g as ingleshot  at  the mark , t he slug se nt  t h e manflyi ng 
 a_Rasta. I_would like to learn_more about_H.I.S_Majesty," said_Desmond.

"Kings_of Kings, Lords_of Lords, conquering_lion of the Tribe_of Judah. Selassie_I_the First, God in the human flesh," preached Ras Negus. "I will teach you_everything_you need_to_know_about the Emperor. Believe that."

Desmond_shook his head, impressed by_Ras Negus's_words. He was supposed to be out killing_a_certain drug-lord, per_Roger's orders, but chose to meet with Ras Negus_instead. Roger would be upset, but_he didn't care._He_wanted_his past behind himself,_and was determined to achieve the_feat. _Rasta is the new order._

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"Big belly man...I'm a big belly man,_man...Get some belly, get some belly-ly,"_sang Roger, singing to an_Admiral Bailey_tune playing in his car.

Cruising_on White Plains_Road, he_sang aloud while_dancing in his seat.

"Big tune," he_voiced.

Stopping at a_restaurant on the way to his_destination,_he parked the_car_and_continued to_shake his head_until_the song_ended._Reaching for a gun underneath his_seat,_he tried making out the faces of_a few men standing_outside_the restaurant looking his_way. He called the business_place owner an hour before to_let him_know he_would be stopping by. As many of the other Jamaican businesses_in New York, he was extorting_the restaurant's owner.

Placing the_gun on_his_waist, he turned_to_exit the_vehicle when a car pulled alongside his_with two_men inside, one waving a gun_his way. _Oh shit!_

___Retrieving_his pistol, through his peripheral, he_saw one of the men out_front the restaurant coming his_way,_gun_in hand. He fired at_the man first, shattering the car's_window.

The man clutched_his chest and ran back toward the_restaurant.

Shards_of glass fell on Roger as_shots_rang out from behind crashing through_the_car's_window and penetrating its metal_frame. Two slugs shot through his_upper back throwing him onto the passenger seat. Quickly_spinning around on_his wounded back, he aimed_at_one_of the men in the car who was hanging out_the window_still firing into_his car. Firing a single shot at the mark, the_slug sent the man flying