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🏋🏾‍♂️Chapter 9🏋🏾‍♂️

🏋🏾‍♂️ Chapter 9 🏋🏾‍♂️

🏋🏾‍♂️ Antoine's pov 🏋🏾‍♂️

How the hell did they knew that I was in Rema I wondered as I took off my shirt and then my pants as the officer ordered, I sighed keeping my eyes away from the chains I was going to be hung up on. Mi just a mark dem face ino cause dem betta kill mi, a gon fuck dem up one by one when mi get release, right now mi about fi get severe interrogation for what mi nuh know and mi not even si di crosses bitch from when, a must she stage dis maybe because she caan get to Dean.

My thoughts were running wild as I brace myself for what was to come, what a crosses mi end up tek up pon miself God- mi should a neva fucking cheat on Dean. I close my eyes while the officers attached the chains and then pressed the lever pulling me off the ground to hang in mid air.

"When was the last time you saw Ms. Price?" The one who told them to take me here spoke then came to stand infront of me.

"Seven months ago," I answered.

"The money what was it for?" I looked at him something wasn't adding up.

I didn't know what it is so I tried to answer right because I was not going down for some bitch ass detective. "She neva tell mi, she just sey she want it fi mek up an' buy somn," I respond.

"It seems you knew her more than you say you do," he said.

"Tell me when you last saw her how did she seem?" He ask cricking his fingers.

"She seemed ok," I said.

"You need to give us something more or else I'm going to beat it the fuck out of you," he stated loudly.

"Mi nuh really know much bout har, mi only meet har like a week, she sey she a invite me a one party- at di time mi surmise sey she might need di money fi sort out harself suh mi a wait fi give har it afta she leave work, but she nuh call mi suh mi call har couple time an' nuh get nuh answer suh mi send har a text which she nuh reply back to up to todey. Di only thing mi did a sey maybe she lost har phone, mi nuh know nutn else fi tell uno.

"Why did you hiss when you saw her photo?" He asked staring at me.

"Well at first I was surprise and I was thinking maybe she found out who I was and felt afraid of me," I answered humbly.

"That answer is bullshit and you know it," he barked.

I sighed heavily as he barked. "Come on you're wasting our time.

My arms were already hurting from my weight. "A'right fuck! Bumboclaate! She see mi gun and ask mi if mi a police, mi tell har no- suh mi feel like a das why she nah answer mi and block mi or change har chip," I said in frustration hoping they would buy it.

"And di gun?" He asked.

"Mi have liscence fi it," I hissed knowing I was going to be ask to submit it.

He beckons for them to carry down the lever but didn't release me, a wide screen flicked on to the corner and I look towards it. A female voice came over an intercom describing the decomposed body of Steffanique Pryce, who died from punctured lungs. I could not mask my surprise of her death but "the detective" at the end well I had to fake being surprised at that.

I looked at them and gulped breath deeply then held my head down, I was truly shocked to know she was dead and I look back up at the screen squinting my eyes.