Capturing The Jamaican Don

CAPTURING THE JAMAICAN DONR.J. Stevens Copyright © 2023 R.J. StevensAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover design by: R.J. StevensLibrary of Congress Control Number: 2018675309Printed in the United States of America Sometimes the drama in your life isdirecting you to a happy ending Contents Title PageCopyrightDedication-1--2--3--4--5--6--7--8--9--10--11--12--13--14--15--16--17--18--19--20--21--22--23--24--25--26--27--28--29--30--31--32--33--34--35--36--37--38--39--40--41--EPILOGUE-TranslationsAbout The AuthorBooks By This Author -1-Jade Samuels“This isn’t the way to the train station,” Belle mumbled as she looked through the window.“It isn’t?” I whispered to her since I was new to the area and had no idea where we were going.Her eyes were wide as she shook her head and pointed to Josephine. Then it clicked she was not actually taking us to safety, was she?I watched, terrified, as Belle took a gun from behind her back. I guess it should not surprise me since she was the wife of a FBI agent. She put her finger to her mouth, signaling me to be quiet. I nodded at her and looked over at Christy, who was peacefully sleeping. If only I could be as oblivious as she was in this moment.I watched as Belle raised the gun to the headdress of Josephine’s seat and took the safety off. The click alerted her to the situation, her body tensed immediately, her grip on the wheel tightened.“Pull the car over now.”“What’s going on?” She cried as she slowed down. “Why do you have a gun, and why is it aimed at my head?”“Pull over now Josephine.”“Fine,” she grumbled as she pulled over the car.“Now get out,” Belle told her.“What? This is ridiculous.”“Don’t make me repeat myself, get out of the fucking car right now.”“Fine, I’ll get out.”She motioned for me to get out as well, and so I did. Miraculously Christy was still fast asleep, the lucky bitch.“What’s this all about?” Josephine asked as she tried to play it cool. “I know you guys don’t like me, but to pull a gun on me because of that is just plain crazy.”“Do I look stupid to you?” Belle snapped. “I grew up in this area. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t headed for the train station?”Her face grew pale, but she kept calm. “It’s a different route. You can’t fault me for that.”“I know all of them.” Belle looked smug. "Try again”Her eyes darted between us as if she were trying to figure out a plan. I don’t know why she would bother since she was already caught and would be held accountable, regardless. What I did not expect her to do was reach behind herself and pull out a gun.“She has a gun!” I yelled, but I didn’t have to because Belle’s reaction time was impeccable.As soon as she pulled the gun forward and was about to fire, Belle pulled the trigger and the bullet lodged into her arm, forcing her to drop the gun. I ran over to her and picked it up so she couldn’t do anything with it.“Look what you made me do.” Belle rolled her eyes. “I didn’t want to shoot you, you selfish bitch.”“The fuck!” Josephine groaned. “You fucking shot me. I’m the one who should be furious.”“But now I have to take care of you,” Belle whined asshe walked over to the trunk and pulled it open. She came back a moment later with some tools as she took the bullet out and wrapped it with gauze. She was lucky it didn’t go deeper into her arm.“Why weren’t you taking us to the safe house?” Belle questioned her, eager for answers.“I ain’t telling you shit,” Josephine muttered.“You sure about that?”“Fuck you!”“I’ll take that as a yes,” Belle sighed as she pressed her fingers into her wound, earning a scream from her.“Ready to talk now?” She hissed.“What the fuck is going on?” Christy asked as she walked over to me, rubbing her eyes. “What’s Belle doing with the obsessive freak?”“She wasn’t taking us where we were supposed to go.”“I knew we couldn’t trust that skank,” she yawned as we watched her let out another scream.“Fine, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you,” She pleaded with Belle.“Awesome, but let’s do it in the car.”“Jade, get upfront with me,” Belle commanded. “Christy, have you ever used a gun?”She smirked. “I’m daddy’s little girl. Been to the shooting range multiple times.”“That’s perfect... take this,” she handed the gun to her and grabbed Josephine’s good arm, pulling her up and dragging her over to the car.She pulled out a pair of handcuffs with little pink frills on them and slapped it on her.Christy and I shared a look after she shoved Josephine into the car.“A bit freaky, are we?” Christy laughed, catching Belle’s attention.She rolled her eyes yet again. “It came in handy, didn’t it? Now let’s go.”“Christy, get in with the bitch and for the love of all that’s holy, please don’t kill her.”“I can’t promise anything,” she laughed, and Belle glared at her. “Jeez fine... I won’t kill her.”We all got in and Belle started the car. She did a whole 180 and drove off in the direction of the house.“We’re going back?” I asked, confused. "Weren’t we supposed to get to a safe house?”“We were, but Ms. Traitor here messed that up, so it’s best we get to our men.”“Can’t we call them?” Christy pouted.“I’d advise against it, since we don’t know what they are dealing with. We don’t want to distract them. In the meantime, let’s have a little question party with her royal bitchiness, Josephine.”I laughed. “Good one.”“I know right, it just came to me.”“Do you think this shit is a joke?” Josephine screeched, causing the smile on our faces to disappear.“Who the hell is she talking to?” Christy growled. “Cause