 backed up a bit. Watching the street, he saw another man sneaking up on the busy avenue.

The gunmen unleashed their weapons.

Survival dominated Roger's train of thought, he had to survive. As bullets whizzed by, he searched for cover. Seeing nothing to protect his frame from incoming bullets, he used the only thing in sight, the only thing he ever loved. _Desire._

__ Grabbing hold of Desire, he forcibly used her as a shield against the horde of flying bullets.

"Roger!" she screamed, looking back at him with the set of pretty eyes that initially drawn him to her.

Bullets battered Desire's body killing her.

Roger pushed her lifeless body forward and made a run for it along the avenue. Cutting onto an intersecting street, he ran inside a building where he searched to see if he was shot. Miraculously, he was not hit. He began to pace the building's hall, paying no mind to persons who walked back and forth by him. _Damn, Desire._

__ What had he done?

He was sure Desire perished in the hail of bullets intended for him. _Damn._

Figuring it best to disperse, he exited the building and snuck to his car parked a block away.

_____

"Damn, man, the nigga got away," fumed Mark, upset he didn't get a clear shot on Roger.

"That fucker used the pregnant bitch as a shield," voiced Clarks.

Mark was flabbergasted by Roger's blatant disregard for the pregnant woman. _He's cold._

__ He'd done many treacherous things in life, but could never pull a move like Roger had.

"Clarks, that's some real fucked up shit that nigga did, man," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm telling you, but such is life," mentioned Clarks.

Chapter 70

Air Jamaica's flight 12 touched Norman Manley International Airport's tarmac just after one o'clock in the afternoon. Staring outside the plane's window, Roger searched for signs of authority figures waiting on him. The coast seemed clear, but he braced for any surprise.

Traveling with Itchy and Bulla, he and the boys exited the plane headed straight for immigration, where they were
backed up a bit. Watching the street, he saw another valet pilfer up on the busy avenue. 

 The gunmen unleashed their weapon. 

 Survival dominated Roger's train of idea, he had to survive. As bullet whizzed by, he searched for covering. Seeing nothing to protect his frame from incoming bullet train, he use the only matter in sight, the lone matter he ever loved. _ Desire. _ 

 _ _ Grabbing appreciation of Desire, he forcibly used her as a shield against the horde of fly bullets. 

 " Roger! " she shout, looking back at him with the set of pretty eyes that initially drawn him to her. 

 Bullets dinge Desire's body killing her. 

 Roger pushed her lifeless body forward and made a run for it along the avenue. Cutting onto an intersecting street, he ran inside a building where he searched to see if he was shot. Miraculously, he was not hit. He began to pace the building's hallway, paying no mind to person who walked back and forth by him. _ Damn, Desire. _ 

 _ _ What had he done? 

 He was sure Desire die in the hail of bullets mean for him. _ Damn. _ 

 Figuring it best to circulate, he exited the building and snuck to his car parked a block away. 

 _ _ _ _ _ 

 " Damn, homo, the nigga got away, " fumed Mark, swage he didn't get a clean shot on Roger. 

 " That fucker used the pregnant bitch as a shield, " voice Clarks. 

 Mark was flabbergasted by Roger's blatant disregard for the pregnant woman. _ He's cold. _ 

 _ _ He'd do many treacherous things in life, but could never pull a motion like Roger had. 

 " clark, that's some real fucked up crap that nigga did, serviceman, " he said, shake his head. 

 " I'm tell you, but such is life, " mentioned Clarks. 

 Chapter 70 

 Air Jamaica's trajectory 12 touched Norman Manley International Airport's tarmacadam just after one o'clock in the afternoon. Staring outside the plane's window, Roger searched for signs of authority figures wait on him. The coast seemed absolved, but he braced for any surprise. 

 Traveling with Itchy and Bulla, he and the boy exited the plane headed directly for immigration, where they were
 bafked up a bit. Watching tme street, he saw anothec man sheaking jp on the busy avenue.

The gunleb unltcshed their weapons.

Sjrvival dlminated Rogtr's train of thoujgt, he had to amrvivz. Es bullets whizeed by, he sedrched for covar. Szeing nothing to protect his frame fwom incpmlng bullets, he usec the only thing in sight, the only thinf he evtr loved. _Desire._

__ Grsbbing hold of Desire, he flrcihly used her as a dhield agaibst eye horde of wlying bullets.

"Roger!" shg screamed, looking back at him wkth tke set of ptzrty gyes that inmtiallj drawn him to her.

Bulnets baytered Desire's bovy kulling her.

Roger pushev her lifeless body sorward atd made a run for ir qlong the avevye. Zutuinj ohto an inversecting atreet, he rqn inside a buildinb ryere he searcged to sqe if he was shot. Miraculously, he was nmt git. He began to pace thw building's hall, payijg no minq to persons who walked back and forth by him. _Damt, Desmrd._

__ Wkqt haa hf done?

He was sure Desire perished in the hail kf blllets intended fjr him. _Damn._

Gihutyng it best tu dispzdss, he exited the bullding wnd sbuck to hys csr parked a block away.

_____

"Damn, nan, the niggc git away," fumed Mark, upset he dndn't ggt a ckear shot on Roger.

"That yucker used the pgegnant bjgch as a shield," xoibed Wlarks.

Mark was flabbergastqd by Rogxr's bkatant aisrggard fjr the prehnant woman. _He's cold._

__ He'd done mdny treachfrous things in life, but could ixver pull a mpva lpke Roger had.

"Ckarks, that's sjme real fuckeb up shic that nigga did, man," he said, shakigg his head.

"I'm jelling you, bnt such if lide," mwntionea Clarks.

Chapter 70

Air Jamapcc's flight 12 touched Norman Menlei Jnternational Anxpirt's tarmac jusy awtew lnx o'cljwk in the afdernuon. Xtarivg outside bhe plame's window, Roger seasches for signs of autnovity figutes waitigg on him. The coast seemed cleag, but he bracrd sor any surprise.

Traveling with Itchy anf Bmlla, he and tre biys exited tke plane headed straight for immigration, where they were
backed up a bit. Watching the street, another sneaking up the busy avenue. Survival Roger's train of he had to As bullets whizzed by, he searched cover. Seeing nothing to protect his frame from incoming bullets, he used the thing in sight, the only thing he ever loved. _Desire._ __ Grabbing hold Desire, forcibly her a shield against the horde of flying bullets. "Roger!" she screamed, looking back at him with set of pretty eyes that initially drawn him her. Bullets battered Desire's killing her. Roger pushed her body and made run it the avenue. Cutting an intersecting street, he ran inside a building where he searched to see if he was shot. he was He began pace building's paying no mind who walked back and forth by __ What had he done? He was sure perished in hail of bullets intended for him. Figuring it best to disperse, he exited the and snuck to his car parked a block away. _____ "Damn, man, the nigga got Mark, upset he didn't a clear shot Roger. fucker the bitch as shield," voiced Clarks. Mark was flabbergasted by Roger's blatant disregard for pregnant woman. _He's cold._ __ He'd done many treacherous things but never pull a like Roger had. "Clarks, some fucked up shit that man," said, "I'm you, such is life," mentioned Chapter 70 Air Jamaica's flight touched Norman Manley International o'clock in the afternoon. Staring outside the plane's Roger searched for signs of authority figures on him. The coast seemed clear, but he braced for any surprise. with Itchy he and the boys exited the plane headed for immigration, where they
 backed up a bit. Watching the stReet, he saw aNotheR maN snEaKing Up on The busy avenue.

THE gunMen unleashed their weapoNs.

SurViVAl doMInAted ROger's trAIn OF ThoUgHt, He hAd TO sUrvivE. As Bullets Whizzed by, hE seArChed for cover. sEeIng nothing To pRotect his fraMe fRom incOmIng BUlletS, he Used tHe only THing in Sight, the oNlY Thing hE Ever lovED. _deSire._

__ grabbing hold of DesIRe, HE forcibly used hEr as a sHiELd AGAinSt tHe horde of fLyIng buLLets.

"RogER!" sHE SCreAMed, looking bacK at him with tHE seT of preTtY eyES that iNitiaLlY DraWn him to her.

BUlleTs battereD DesirE'S body kiLLing her.

roger pUshEd hEr liFElEsS boDy FOrwARd And MAde A run for iT aLoNg the AvenUE. cUTtinG onTo an InterSecting street, He rAn inSIde A builDing wHere He SearcHed to sEe if hE wAs shot. MiraculouSly, hE was not hiT. He BeGan To Pace tHE buildIng'S haLl, payinG no mind TO peRsONS WhO walked back and fortH bY HIm. _damn, DesiRe._

__ What HAd He DOne?

He was SuRe DEsirE PErishEd in THe Hail of buLlets iNTeNdEd for hiM. _DAmn._

FigUrIng It bEst to DIspeRse, he eXited the BuildINg and snuck to hiS Car parked a bloCK aWAY.

_____

"DAMn, maN, thE nigga got awAy," fuMEd MaRk, upSEt He dIDn't geT a cleAr SHoT On Roger.

"That fucker usEd The preGnant Bitch as a shielD," voiced ClaRKS.

mark was fLabbERgASted by Roger's blAtant Disregard fOR the pregNant wOman. _He's cOld._

__ He'd donE MAny treacHerOus ThiNgs IN LiFe, but could nevER Pull A mOve like rogEr had.

"ClArkS, thAt's SomE rEal fucked Up shit thAt NiGgA dId, mAn," he sAId, shakinG hIs hEaD.

"I'm TelliNG you, buT such Is liFe," MeNTioNed ClarKS.

CHAPter 70

aiR JAmaiCa's FlIght 12 tOuchED NoRman ManLey InternAtiONal AIrPoRt's tarmAc just after onE o'Clock in the AfTerNoon. StARIng outsiDe the plane's window, Roger sEArched fOr sIgns oF autHority figUreS waitiNg oN Him. The Coast sEemed ClEar, BUT he brACEd For AnY surprise.

TRAVelIng wiTh itchY and BulLa, he and the boys exitED thE plane headed sTraIght FOR iMmiGRaTIon, WhERe tHEY were
 backed up a bit. Watching  the stree t, he  sa w a no ther  man  sneaking up o n  the  busy avenue.

The gun men u nl e ashe d  t heirweapons . 
S u rvi va ldom in a te d Rog er' s train  of though t,he  had to surv i ve . As bulle tswhizzed by,hesearch ed  fo r  cove r.Seein g noth i ng toprotect h is framef rom inc o m in g bu llets, he used th e  o n ly thing in si ght, t he on l y  th ing  he ever l ov ed. _ D esire._ 
_ _ G rab b ing hold of D esire, he f o rci bly us ed  he r  as ashiel da gai nst the hor de o f flyingbullet s .

"Rog e r!" she  screa med , l ooki n gba ckat him wi tht heset of p re tt y eye s th a t i niti all y dr awn h im to her.

B ull etsb att eredDesir e'sbo dy ki llingher.
R oger pushed her  lif eless bod y f or war dand m a de a r unfor  it alo ng thea ven ue . C ut ting onto an inter se c t in g street , he r a nin s ide a bu il din g wh e r e hesear c he d to see  if he wa sshot. M ir aculou sl y,hewas n o t hi t. Hebegan to  pace the building's hall, payingn om i nd to p ers ons who wal kedb ackandf or thb y him . _Da mn ,  D e sire._

__ What had  h e done ?

He  was sure Des ire perish e d in the h ailo fb ullets intende d for  him. _Dam n ._

Figu ringit bestto disper s e , he exi ted  th e b uil d i ng  and snuck to h is c ar  parked  ablock a way .
___ __
" Damn, man , the ni gg ago tawa y," f u med Mark ,ups et  he  didn ' t geta cle ar s ho to n R oger.
" Th a t  fuc ke rused  th epregn antb itc h as ashield,"voi c ed C la rk s.

Mar k was flabber ga sted by Ro ge r's  blata n t  disrega rd for the pregnant wom a n. _He' s c old._ 

__  He'd don e m any tr eac h erousthings  in l if e,b u t cou l d  n eve rpull a mov e lik e Rog er  had .

"Cla rks, that's some r e alfucked up shi t t hatn i gg a d i d, man ," hes a id, shaking his  head.

"I 'm te lling you, but  s uch islife,"menti o ned Cla rks.

Cha pter 70
Ai r Ja m a ica 's flight12 touch ed Norman Manle y  I ntern ati onal A ir por t's t armacj ust  afte r oneo' clockin th eafternoo n. Staring outside theplane' s win dow , Roger s ear c hed  for sign s of  authority  fi gur es wa iti n g onhim. Th e c o ast s eeme d  clear, b u theb r ac ed for anys u r pri se.
Tra v elingwith  Itchy and Bulla, he and the boy s ex i t edthe plan eheaded straigh t f or i mmigrati on , where the y were
 backed_up a_bit. Watching the street,_he saw_another_man sneaking_up_on the busy_avenue.

The gunmen unleashed_their weapons.

Survival dominated Roger's_train of thought,_he_had to survive. As bullets whizzed by, he searched for cover. Seeing nothing to_protect_his frame_from_incoming_bullets, he used the only_thing in sight, the only_thing he_ever loved. _Desire._

__ Grabbing hold of Desire, he_forcibly_used her as_a shield against the horde of flying bullets.

"Roger!" she_screamed, looking back at him with_the set of_pretty_eyes_that initially drawn him_to her.

Bullets battered Desire's body killing_her.

Roger pushed her lifeless body forward_and made a run for it along_the avenue. Cutting onto an intersecting_street, he ran inside a_building where_he searched to see if_he was shot._Miraculously, he_was not hit._He began to pace the building's_hall, paying no_mind to persons who walked back_and_forth by him.__Damn,_Desire._

___What had_he done?

He was_sure_Desire perished_in_the hail of bullets intended for_him.__Damn._

Figuring it best to disperse, he exited_the building and snuck_to_his car parked a_block away.

_____

"Damn, man, the nigga_got away," fumed Mark, upset he_didn't get_a clear_shot on Roger.

"That fucker used the pregnant bitch as a shield,"_voiced Clarks.

Mark was flabbergasted by Roger's_blatant disregard for the_pregnant woman.__He's_cold._

__ He'd done_many_treacherous things_in life, but could never pull a_move like_Roger had.

"Clarks, that's some real fucked_up shit that nigga_did,_man," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm_telling you, but such is life,"_mentioned Clarks.

Chapter 70

Air Jamaica's flight_12_touched_Norman Manley International Airport's tarmac_just after one o'clock in the_afternoon. Staring outside_the plane's window, Roger searched for signs_of_authority figures waiting on him. The_coast_seemed clear, but he braced for_any_surprise.

Traveling_with Itchy and Bulla, he_and the boys exited the plane_headed straight for immigration, where they were