Chapter 26

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*Corey*

Well Ain't This Some Bullshit?! I'm Getting Arrested For Murders I Committed Seven Damn Months Ago! Words Can't Even Express How Mad I Am! Once We Got To The Station, They Separated Me And Isaiah.

I Sat In The Interrogation Room With My Feet Propped Up On The Desk...Just Relaxing. Two Officers Then Walked In And Immediately Knocked My Feet Off The Desk. Bruh....They Lucky I'm In Handcuffs! They Laid A Bunch Of Pictures Down On The Table And Stared At Me. I Glanced At The Pictures And Noticed Montana's Burnt Down Trap House, The Eight Dead Bodies That Were Burned To A Crisp, Montana's Dead Body, And His Crews Dead Bodies.

"I'm Sure Those People Look Very Familiar To You." The Officer Said.

"Naw Not Really." I Said.

"Oh Really? Because I Have Witnesses That Said You Were There When This Crack House Burnt Down! I Also Have Another Eye Witness That Saw You, Isaiah Johnson, And Victor Johnson Running Up Into Lorenzo Montana's House And Killing Him And His Crew!" He Said.

"Aw Forreal. Well I Must Got A Twin Because The Day That House Burnt Down I Was With Isaiah At His House, And When Montana Died I Was In New York." I Said.

"We Thought So Too Until We Saw That You Three Had Flew Back In From New York The Same Night They Were Murdered." He Said.

"That's Because My Girl Was Upset That I Knocked Her Ass Up. She Called Crying And We Headed Back To Comfort Her." I Said.

"I See. Isis Johnson? Daughter Of  Kim And Victor Johnson." He Said.

"See You Did Do Your Homework!" I Said, Smirking.

"Glad You're Finding This Amusing. Let's See How Funny You Find This Shit When You're Behind Bars For Ten Plus Years!" He Snapped.

"Fuck What You're Talking Bout! I Ain't Do Shit!" I Said.

"Okay. Okay. What About This..." He Said As He Laid Out More Pictures. My Eyes Widened As I Stared Down At The Pictures. These Were Murders That Were Previously Done By Me, Isaiah, And The Crew. I Relaxed My Face And Shook My Head.

"Damn. They Got Murked." I Said.

"Yeah! By YOU And Your Crew!" The Officer Snapped.

"Bruh You Gon Quit Putting Murders On Me When I Ain't Do Shit!" I Snapped. He Shook His Head, Gathered The Papers, And Walked Out Of The Interrogation Room.

                      *Isaiah*

"So Mr. Johnson...I'm Sure You Knew Lorenzo Montana Very Well." Said The Officer.

"Not At All." I Said.

"Oh Really? Because Your Friend, Mr. Smith, Says Otherwise." He Said.

"Ion Give Two Fucks What That Nigga Talking Bout. I'm Telling You That I Barely Knew The Dude." I Said.

"So What About Dontae? Word In The Street Is That He Was Your Homie. Until He Turned On You And BAM! Him And Seven Over Guys Get Burnt Alive In A Fire. A Fire That You And Mr. Smith Was Seen Leaving In The Middle Of The Night." He Said.

"He Wasn't My Homie. He Was A CRACKHEAD Rat In The Streets! Karma Caught Up To Him That Night. I Wish It Would've Been Me Though." I Said.

"So You're Sitting Here In My Face Saying You Didn't Murder Dontae Peters?" He Yelled.

"You Heard Me With Them Big Ass Dumbo Ears! I Was At The Crib That Night. And My Folks Can Vouch For That." I Said.

"Okay...What About Lorenzo Montana?" He Said.

"What About Him?" I Asked.

"Where Were You The Night He Was Murdered?" He Asked.

"New York Bruh. Family Business." I Said.

"Oh Really? Because It Appears You Came Back The Same Night He Was Murdered." He Said With A Smirk.

"Yeah We Came Back When My Sister Called Crying And Saying She Was Pregnant By My Homie. We Caught The First Flight Back To Be With Her." I Said.

"What About These Other Murders? They Connect With The Rest Of These Unsolved Murders Around Here." He Said. I Laughed.

"Well...Looks Like Y'all Got A Drawing Board To Get Back To Fellas!" I Said.

"You're Facing Long Time In Prison Mr. Johnson. Ten Years Max." He Said.

"Ten Years? For A Murder I Didn't Do? Now Y'all Muthafuckas Tripping!" I Snapped. There Then Was A Knock At The Door And The Officers Left. I Sighed Quietly As I Laid My Head Down On The Cold Table. Man I Hope Mega Didn't Fuck Up Our Lie! Cause If He Did Then We'll Definitely Be Going Down For A Long Ass Time.

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