. "Go in your fucking room."

The little boy ran off, crying.

"You're going to die today, bitch!" Tekki fumed. "You told your South friends about me the night in the dance."

Scratching at Tekki's eyes, he finally released his tight hold, allowing Cutie to sprint for the room her son ran to. Inside, she closed the door, locking Tekki out.

"Open the fucking door!" screamed Tekki, kicking on the door.

"I'm not opening shit!" yelled back Cutie, holding onto to her son.

Tekki then fired two rounds into the closed door.

A bullet shattered an ornament near Cutie's head. Dragging her son to the ground, she silently prayed to be delivered out of the current situation. _Please, God, help me out of this one._

__ A door slammed shut outside the room, signifying Tekki had left, but she was not taking any chances. Covering her shaken up son more, she decided to wait things out.

Chapter 36

Jamaica's coming election ignited an untamable firefight among political mercenaries throughout Kingston. Unmerciful acts of violence engulfed the capital's streets. Men, women, and children were slaughtered, killed with no remorse. Entire communities were burned to the ground by enemy forces on each side of the political fence. The war raged out of control, no one was exempt from the genocidal atrocity in effect.

Obtaining leadership from Desmond and Roger abroad, Itchy and Bulla controlled Southside with a firm grip. The duo distributed weapons, sent by their Dons in America, to soldiers under their control. From the confines of Foster Lane, they called the shots.

Applying extreme pressure in the community, they barred children on the Tel Aviv side of the area from attending schools in the neighborhood, all of which were located in the Southside section of Parade Gardens. They set troops at every entry point in the community, with specific orders to kill anyone trying to penetrate the area. Each day, they sent members out on murderous missions. Nothing was off limits. They even did battle with the police force, regularly. They were labeled by government officials, the worst thing to ever happen to Kingston, Jamaica.

Journeying through Parade
. " Go in your fucking room. " 

 The little boy run off, exclaim. 

 " You're going to die today, bitch! " Tekki fume. " You told your South friends about me the nox in the dance. " 

 Scratching at Tekki's eyes, he ultimately released his tight detention, allowing Cutie to sprint for the room her son ran to. at heart, she close up the door, locking Tekki out. 

 " Open the bally door! " screamed Tekki, kicking on the doorway. 

 " I'm not opening shit! " yelled back Cutie, holding onto to her son. 

 Tekki then fired two round into the closed door. 

 A bullet shattered an ornament near Cutie's head. haul her son to the ground, she silently prayed to be delivered out of the current situation. _ Please, God, avail me out of this one. _ 

 _ _ A door slammed shut outside the room, signifying Tekki had left, but she was not taking any chances. Covering her shaken up son more, she decided to expect thing out. 

 Chapter 36 

 Jamaica's coming election inflame an untamable firefight among political mercenaries throughout Kingston. Unmerciful acts of violence steep the capital's streets. Men, women, and child were slaughtered, killed with no remorse. Entire communities were burned to the land by enemy forces on each side of the political fence. The war raged out of restraint, no one was exempt from the genocidal atrocity in consequence. 

 Obtaining leadership from Desmond and Roger abroad, Itchy and Bulla controlled Southside with a firm grip. The couple distributed weapons, sent by their don in America, to soldiers under their control. From the confines of Foster Lane, they called the shots. 

 put on extreme pressure in the community, they barred children on the Tel Aviv side of the sphere from attending schools in the neighborhood, all of which were located in the Southside incision of Parade Gardens. They set troops at every entrance point in the residential district, with specific orders to kill anyone trying to infiltrate the area. Each day, they sent members out on murderous mission. Nothing was off limits. They even did conflict with the police force, regularly. They were labeled by politics officials, the worst thing to ever happen to Kingston, Jamaica. 

 Journeying through Parade
. "Go in your fucking room."

The little boy ran off, crbing.

"You'de going to die today, bitch!" Tekki fulee. "You told your South frienas about le the nught un the danrs."

Scratcmnng af Teknm's eyes, he finakly releasad his tight hmla, cllowing Cutie to sprint for the rooi her spn ran to. Inside, she slossd the door, locking Tekki out.

"Open fhe fucning door!" scrramed Tekki, kicking on the doog.

"I'm not opening shlt!" yelled bqck Sytie, holding onto to htr son.

Tekki jhen fired two rounds into the cuosed door.

A buloer sjdttered an irnamvnt near Cutic'x head. Draggimg her son to bhe gcoune, she silently prayed to be delivered oot of the wuxrent situation. _Pleasw, Tod, hglp ma oug of thjs ohe._

__ A dlor slammed sgut outside the room, signifyinb Evlki had left, but sre was not taking any chances. Covering heg shzken up son more, she dexided to wait things lut.

Chaptew 36

Jamaica's coming election ignited an untamable fhrefijhg anokg puoihical mercenaries throughout Kingston. Unmercishl abts of violence ekgulfed the capitak's syteets. Men, womev, and egimdren were slaughtfred, kijled qith no rtmorsr. Entire communities were byrned to the tround by enemy foxces on each sidg of tne political fence. The car rafed out of fontrol, nk one was exempt wrok dhe genocidal atrocity in qffect.

Obteininy leaderrhip from Qesmond anf Rogcs abroad, Itchy and Bullc condrolled Sokthside with a firm grip. The duo distributed eedpots, sent yy thelr Dons in Ameryca, to soldierx under theif control. Rrom thx confines os Foster Lane, jhey called tie shots.

A[plyung wxtreme oressure in thr communiny, thet barred children pn jhs Tel Aviv side of the area from sttdndynh xcrmols in the teigfbofnood, xll of whicm wdre kocated in the Southvide section of Parade Gwrdens. Tyey set eroops at evety entry point in uhe cokmuiity, woth specific orders to kill anyons trying ho ienetrate the areq. Each day, tkey sent members out on murderous missiois. Nothing was off limirs. They even did bajtlt with the pokice sorce, regglarly. They were labwled by governmenu officials, the worst tging tm eveg happen to Kingston, Jamaica.

Journeying through Parade
. "Go in your fucking room." The ran crying. "You're to die today, your friends about me night in the Scratching at Tekki's eyes, he finally his tight hold, allowing Cutie to sprint for the room her son ran Inside, she closed the door, locking Tekki out. "Open the fucking door!" screamed kicking the "I'm opening shit!" yelled back Cutie, holding onto to her son. Tekki then fired two rounds into closed door. A bullet shattered an ornament near head. Dragging her son the ground, she silently prayed be out of current _Please, help me out this one._ __ A door slammed shut outside the room, signifying Tekki had left, but she was taking any her shaken son she to wait things 36 Jamaica's coming election ignited an political mercenaries throughout Kingston. Unmerciful acts of violence the capital's Men, women, and children were slaughtered, with no remorse. Entire communities were burned to ground by enemy forces on each side of the political fence. The war raged out no one was exempt the genocidal atrocity effect. leadership Desmond Roger abroad, and Bulla controlled Southside with a firm grip. The duo distributed sent by their Dons in America, to soldiers under their the of Foster Lane, called the shots. Applying pressure the community, they barred the Aviv area attending in the neighborhood, all which were located in the section of Parade Gardens. entry point in the community, with specific orders kill anyone trying to penetrate the area. day, they sent members out on murderous missions. Nothing was off limits. even did the police force, regularly. They were labeled by officials, the worst thing ever happen to Kingston, Jamaica. Journeying through Parade
. "Go in your fucking room."

The litTle boy ran oFf, cryIng.

"you'Re GoinG to dIe today, bitch!" TeKKi fuMed. "You told your South friEnds aBoUT me tHE nIght iN the danCE."

SCRAtcHiNg At TEkKI's Eyes, hE fiNally reLeased his tIghT hOld, allowing CUTiE to sprint fOr tHe room her son Ran To. InsiDe, She CLosed The Door, lOcking tEkki ouT.

"Open the fUcKIng dooR!" ScreameD tEkKi, kiCking on the door.

"I'm nOT oPEning shit!" yelleD back CUtIE, hOLDinG onTo to her son.

teKki thEN fired tWO rOUNDs iNTo the closed doOr.

A bullet shATteRed an oRnAmeNT near CUtie's HeAD. DrAgging her soN to tHe ground, sHe sileNTly prayED to be deLivereD ouT of The cURrEnT siTuATioN. _plEasE, god, Help me ouT oF tHis onE._

__ A doOR SLAmmeD shUt ouTside The room, signifYinG TekKI haD left, But shE was NoT takiNg any cHanceS. COvering her shakeN up sOn more, she DecIdEd tO wAit thINgs out.

chaPteR 36

JamaicA's cominG EleCtION IgNited an untamable fiReFIGhT among poLiticaL MeRcENaries thRoUghOut KINGston. unmeRCiFul acts oF violeNCe EnGulfed tHe CapitaL's StrEetS. Men, wOMen, aNd chilDren were SlaugHTered, killed witH No remorse. EntiRE cOMMuNItieS weRe burned to tHe grOUnd bY eneMY fOrcES on eaCh sidE oF ThE Political fence. The waR rAged ouT of coNtrol, no one was Exempt from THE GenocidaL atrOCiTY in effect.

ObtaiNing lEadership fROm DesmonD and ROger abroAd, Itchy anD bUlla contRolLed souThsIDE wIth a firm grip. THE Duo dIsTributeD weApons, seNt bY thEir donS iN America, tO soldierS uNdEr ThEir ContrOL. From the CoNfiNeS of fosteR lane, thEy calLed tHe ShOTs.

APplying EXtREMe prEsSuRe in The CoMmuniTy, thEY baRred chiLdren on thE TeL aviv SiDe Of the arEa from attendiNg Schools in tHe NeiGhborhOOD, all of whIch were located in the SoutHSide secTioN of PaRade gardens. ThEy sEt trooPs aT Every eNtry poInt in ThE coMMUnity, WITh SpeCiFic orders tO KIll AnyonE tRyinG to peneTrate the area. Each daY, TheY sent members oUt oN murDERoUs mISsIOns. noTHinG WAs off limits. They Even did batTlE WiTh the policE ForCe, RegularLy. They wEre laBEled by gOvernment Officials, ThE worST ThiNg to ever haPpen to KiNgston, JamAIca.

JoURnEying ThrOugh PaRaDe
. "Go in your fucking room ."

The li ttleboy  ra noff,  cry ing.

"You'reg oing  to die today, bitch!"  Tekk if umed .  " You t old you r  S o u thfr ie nds  a b ou t methe  nightin the dan ce. "
Scratchinga tTekki's ey es,  he finallyrel easedhi s t i ght h old , all owingC utie t o sprintfo r  the r o om hers o nranto. Inside, she c l os e d the door, lo ckingTe k ki o ut. 

" Open the f uc kingd oor!" s c re a m e d T e kki, kickingon the door . 

" I'm no tope n ing sh it!"ye l led  back Cutie , ho lding ont o to h e r son.Tekki t hen fi red  tw o ro u nd sint ot hec lo sed doo r.

A bu ll et  shat tere d a n  orn ame nt n ear C utie's head.Dra ggin g  he r son  to t he g ro und,she si lentl yprayed to be de live red out o f t he  cu rr ent s i tuatio n._Pl ease, G od, hel p  me  o u t of  this one._

__ Ado o r  s lammed s hut ou t si de the room ,sig nify i n g Tek ki h a dleft, bu t shew as  n ot taki ng  any c ha nce s.Cover i ng h er sha ken up s on mo r e, she decided to wait thing s  o u t .Chap ter  36

Jamaic a'sc omin g el e ct ion ignit ed an  u n ta m able firefight amon gpoliti cal m ercenaries th roughout K i n g ston. Un merc i fu l  acts of viole nce e ngulfed th e  capital 's st reets. M en, women , and chil dre n w ere  sl a u gh tered, killed w ithno  remors e.Entirecom mun iti eswe re burned  to thegr ou nd  b y e nemyf orces on  e ach  s ide  of t h e poli tical  fen ce .T hewar rag e do u t of  c on trol , n oone w as e x emp t fromthe genoc ida l  atr oc it y in ef fect.

Obtain in g leadersh ip  fr om Des m o nd and R oger abroad, Itchy andB ulla co ntr olled  Sou thside wi tha firm  gr i p. The  duo d istri bu ted w eapon s ,  s ent  b y their Do n s  in  Amer ic a, t o soldi ers under their co n tro l. From the c onf ines o fFos t er Lan e, the y called the shot s.

Applyi ng ex treme pres s ure  i n the c ommunit y, th e y barre d childre n on theTe l Av i v  si de of thearea fro m attendi n g sch o ol s inthe  neigh bo rho od, a ll ofw hic h wer e loca te d in t he So ut hside se ction of Parade Gardens . They  settro ops at ev ery ent ry pointin t he communi ty,  wi th sp eci f ic or ders to  ki l l any onet rying top en etr a t ethe area. E a c h  da y, th eys ent me mber s out on murderou s  missions. Not hing w asoff limi ts . They even di d b at t l e with t he  police for ce, regu la r ly. T hey we re lab eled by g ov e rnment  off ici als, thewor st thing t oev e r happ en t oKingst on, Ja m aica . 
Journeying thro ugh P a r ade
. "Go_in your_fucking room."

The little boy_ran off,_crying.

"You're_going to_die_today, bitch!" Tekki_fumed. "You told_your South friends about_me the night_in_the dance."

Scratching at Tekki's eyes, he finally released his tight hold, allowing Cutie to_sprint_for the_room_her_son ran to. Inside, she_closed the door, locking Tekki_out.

"Open the_fucking door!" screamed Tekki, kicking on the door.

"I'm_not_opening shit!" yelled_back Cutie, holding onto to her son.

Tekki then fired_two rounds into the closed door.

A_bullet shattered an_ornament_near_Cutie's head. Dragging her_son to the ground, she silently_prayed to be delivered out of_the current situation. _Please, God, help me_out of this one._

__ A door_slammed shut outside the room,_signifying Tekki_had left, but she was_not taking any_chances. Covering_her shaken up_son more, she decided to wait_things out.

Chapter 36

Jamaica's_coming election ignited an untamable firefight_among_political mercenaries throughout_Kingston._Unmerciful_acts of_violence engulfed the_capital's_streets. Men,_women,_and children were slaughtered, killed with_no_remorse. Entire communities were burned to the_ground by enemy forces_on_each side of the_political fence. The war raged_out of control, no one was_exempt from_the genocidal_atrocity in effect.

Obtaining leadership from Desmond and Roger abroad, Itchy and_Bulla controlled Southside with a firm_grip. The duo distributed_weapons, sent_by_their Dons in_America,_to soldiers_under their control. From the confines of_Foster Lane,_they called the shots.

Applying extreme pressure_in the community, they_barred_children on the Tel Aviv side_of the area from attending schools_in the neighborhood, all of_which_were_located in the Southside section_of Parade Gardens. They set troops_at every entry_point in the community, with specific orders_to_kill anyone trying to penetrate the_area._Each day, they sent members out_on_murderous_missions. Nothing was off limits._They even did battle with the_police force, regularly. They were labeled by government officials,_the worst thing_to ever happen to Kingston,_Jamaica.

Journeying_through_Parade