killer queen

Kingston

Jamaica

March 5, 1999

Thelma’s Pov

TW: gore and blood

One night around 7:56 pm when I was inside watching TV in my sister Valerie’s room because I didn’t have one there was a knock on the door. I looked at Valerie and sighed. “i’ll get it.”

I sluggishly got off the bed and turned left to where the front door was. Now I was directly in front of it. “who is it!!??” I asked. “I’m here to purchase a soap!!” the person who was a male behind the door replied with a thunder in his deep voice. I found it suspicious and saw Valerie tiptoed to her room door seeing me standing there. I was about to say something.

“Can you...” “We no sell customers after Sun down!!!!” Valerie shouted with a look of disappointment and anger on her face. “Alright then,” he said in a frustrated tone before walking off our property. There was a window next to the door that was in the kitchen. “Thelma you’re almost 19 you can not be this retarded,” Valerie whispered to me while checking if the Man was gone also seeing how he looks finally.

I did feel stupid but slept it off until morning. When everyone woke up the next day we were met with horrific news that someone got robbed last night. Witnesses said he was tall and bald. “to pussy claat nuh the man weh come last that? him a the thief to baxside.” Valerie says to Kevin and I. We chilled around the backyard.

I was tense because an alleged robber was running around. “relax yourself Thelma it’s broad daylight no body ago rob we.” Kevin said and I was actually starting to calm down until something horrible happened. Kevin screamed out and his shirt was all bloody. Someone stabbed him several times.

I screamed but was silent when a gun was pointed at my head. “Everyone put their jewelry on the ground.” The man threatened and immediately things were on the ground except Kevin’s. he was unconscious and bleeding so the thief retrieved the jewelery instead. As he moved away from me I picked up a hammer near my mango tree and hit him in the back of the head knocking him out cold but that didn’t stop me, I continued to bash his head in. “Dutty bomboclaat thieving bwoy.” I exclaimed with the last hit to his head that was almost flat. I was all bloody and fainted due to all the strength I used.

I woke up in a hospital with Valerie next to me. “Kevin?” i said almost crying. “him dead.” she reached over and touched my hand. “no!!”

marquez’s Pov

New Jersey

the next day

March 6

In a classy restaurant, we had a meeting discussing business about letting a new member join. “Boss I think I found our new member.” Peter a member said showing me a news report from overseas on a new paper. “Interesting but that’s a woman she can’t rule a mob.” I laughed. “She killed a burglar with a hammer.” I paused and grabbed the newspaper out of Peter’s hand. “An 18-year-old girl from Jamaica survived an armed robbery by brutally killing the robber.” I read and was baffled. “she’s perfect. I’ll find her and fly her out to New Jersey. We train her to perfection.” I said staring at her picture from when she was at the hospital.

Thelma’s Pov

Returning home from the hospital felt surreal. The familiar surroundings of our house now felt tainted by the memories of that dreadful night. Every corner seemed to whisper echoes of fear and loss, reminding me of what had transpired. Valerie had to go to work so I was all by myself

As I stepped through the door, a sense of unease settled over me like a dark cloud. The events of the past few days had left me shaken and vulnerable, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger still lurked in the shadows.

My fears were confirmed when I found a strange note waiting for me on the kitchen table. The words were scrawled in thick black ink, the message clear and chilling: “You kill mi bredda Eidot gyaal. Now, mi ago kill you rass.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I read the words, a cold dread creeping over me. It was signed at the bottom of the paper that it was from the Jamaican don called Trench Don, the brother of the man I had killed in self-defense. He was seeking revenge, and I was his target.

Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. I couldn’t stay here, not when my life was in danger. I had to leave, to find somewhere safe where they wouldn’t find me.

Rushing to my room, I began packing a few essentials into a bag. Clothes, toiletries, anything I could grab in my haste. My hands trembled as I stuffed items into the bag, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

I didn’t know where I would go or how long I would stay, but I couldn’t afford to take any chances. I had to disappear, to vanish into the shadows until the threat had passed.

As I zipped up the bag and slung it over my shoulder, I cast one last glance around the room. Goodbye, I whispered silently to the familiar surroundings, knowing that I may never return.

With a heavy heart and a sense of determination, I slipped out of the house and into the day, leaving behind everything I had ever known in search of safety and sanctuary.

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The cool night air embraced me as I stepped out onto the familiar streets of Kingston. I hurried along, keeping to the shadows as I made my way to the bus terminus. Every sound seemed amplified, every passing car a potential threat.

At the terminus, I scanned the rows of buses, searching for the one that would take me to Spanish Town. My heart raced with anticipation as I finally spotted the familiar route number painted on the front of a bus.

I boarded quickly, my nerves on edge as I took a seat near the back at the window so I could see where I’m going. The bus rumbled to life, lurching forward as it began its journey towards Spanish Town. I tried to focus on the passing scenery outside the window, but my mind was consumed with thoughts of the danger that awaited me.

As the bus rolled on, the city lights faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet darkness of the night. I kept a vigilant watch, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger.

Hours passed in tense silence, until finally, the bus pulled into the bustling terminus of Spanish Town. With a sense of relief, I disembarked and made my way through the crowded streets towards Monique’s house.

Monique had been a close friend since childhood before she moved to Spanish Town. I knew I could trust her to keep me safe.

Knocking on the door, I held my breath, hoping that she would be home. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Monique’s warm smile.

“Thelma! Girl a wah yah do here?” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

I hugged her back tightly, feeling the weight of my worries lift slightly in her presence. “Me need you help, Monique,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “Me in a big problem, and don’t know wha fi do.”

Monique’s expression grew serious as she ushered me inside, her eyes filled with concern. “Tell me everything,” she said, leading me to the safety of her living room.

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I poured out the details of the terrifying ordeal I had faced, and the weight of my emotions became too much to bear. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I recounted the morning of the robbery, the loss of my brother Kevin, and the chilling threat from Trench Don.

Monique listened intently, her comforting presence a balm to my wounded soul. She held me close as I sobbed, offering words of solace and understanding.“It’s going to be okay, Thelma,” she murmured, her voice gentle and reassuring. “You safe here with me. We ago figure this out together.”

But despite her comforting words, the fear still gnawed at my heart. The memory of the threat from the Trench Don lingered like a shadow, reminding me that danger was never far away

“What if him find me, Monique?” I whispered, my voice choked with fear. “What if him come and kill me like him promise?”

Monique’s grip tightened around me, her expression resolute. “We won’t let that happen, Thelma. Ma do everything in a my power Fi keep you safe. But right now, you need to focus on taking care a youself. You go through nuff, and it’s alright for grieve .”

With her support, I felt a glimmer of strength return to me. I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.“Thanks Monique,” I said, my voice steady despite the lingering fear in my heart. “Me don’t know what me woulda do without you.”

~~~~~

With trembling hands, I dialed Valerie’s number, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her to answer. Each ring felt like an eternity, amplifying my anxiety with every passing moment.

Finally, on the third ring, Valerie picked up, her voice laced with frustration and concern. “Thelma, Jesus Christ little girl you naily mad me a where you gone?!”

I winced at the sharpness of her tone, guilt gnawing at my insides. “Sorry, Valerie,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Me did affi go way. Me soon explain everything lata, but right now, me need fi know if you see the note.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of Valerie’s sharp intake of breath. “Which note?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

My heart sank at her response, the weight of my fear threatening to crush me. “The note from the Trench Don,” I replied, my voice trembling with urgency. “Him threaten fi kill me fi wha happen with the thief. you see it?”

There was another pause, longer this time, before Valerie spoke again, her voice filled with concern. “No, Thelma, mi never see any note,” she said softly. “But that no mean we fi ignore the threat. We need fi take this serious.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me through the phone. “Me know, Valerie,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. “Ma stay with Monique fi now, until we figure out what fi do next.”

Valerie’s silence spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. “Be safe, Thelma,” she said finally, her voice thick with emotion. “And call me if you want anything.”

With a heavy heart, I ended the call and turned to face the uncertain future that lay ahead. But no matter what challenges awaited me, I knew that I wasn’t alone.

marquez’s POV

I paced back and forth in my dimly lit office, the weight of Thelma’s potential recruitment heavy on my mind. But before I could even consider reaching out to her, I needed to address the looming threat from the Trench Don.

With a heavy sigh, I picked up the phone and dialed the number, my heart pounding with anticipation. The line rang once, twice, before a gruff voice answered on the other end.

“Yo, a Who this?” Trench Don demanded, his tone laced with suspicion.“It’s Marquez from New Jersey,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tension in the air. “We need to talk.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before the Trench Don spoke again, his voice dripping with menace. “A wha you want my youth, Marquez? Me no in a the fuckery.”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation ahead. “I want to make a deal,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “You call off the hit on Thelma, and in return, I’ll make sure she suffers for what she did to your brother.”

There was a pause as the gravity of my words sank in. I could almost hear the gears turning in the Trench Don’s mind as he weighed his options.

Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and calculating. “And how me know me can trust you, marquez? You never been one fi play fair.”

I smirked, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. “Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure your entire family pays the price,” I threatened, my tone icy with determination.

There was a tense silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing. I could practically feel the Jamaican don’s anger simmering beneath the surface, his pride warring with his desire for vengeance.

But in the end, it was fear that won out. “Fine,” he spat, his voice tight with rage. “You have a deal, Marquez. But mark my words, this no ova. Thelma ago pay fi wha she do, one way or bloodclaat another.”

I hung up the phone with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had bought Thelma some much-needed time. But as I turned my attention back to the task at hand, a shiver ran down my spine. The Trench Don may have agreed to the deal, but I knew that his thirst for revenge would not be easily quenched. And if Thelma were to survive, she would need all the help she could get.

I mulled over the delicate situation with Thelma and the Trench Don, the door to my office swung open, and in strode my heavily pregnant wife, Julia. She wore a strained expression, one hand resting on her protruding belly while the other rubbed her lower back.

“Marquez, are you going to drive me to the hospital or not?” she demanded, her tone heavy with attitude. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her demeanor, despite the moment’s seriousness.

I rose from my desk and crossed the room to her side, kissing her forehead gently. “Of course, mi amor,” I said, my voice warm with affection. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”

But before we could leave, I couldn’t resist teasing her playfully. “And fix your face, querida,” I said with a grin. “We don’t want these twin girls coming out with a bad attitude, do we?”

Julia rolled her eyes at my antics but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You’re ridiculous, Marquez,” she said, but there was a hint of laughter in her voice.

Together, we made our way out of the office and towards the waiting car, anticipation and excitement mingling with the underlying tension of the day’s events. But as I helped Julia into the passenger seat and climbed in behind the wheel, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together as a family. And as we sped towards the hospital, the promise of new life and beginnings filled the air with hope and possibility.

hi, this is a prequel to Gangster’s Paradise which has a lot of Jamaican slang and curse words soifyou get confused, comment and I’ll translate