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"Go grab that" I said and Nae rolled her eyes and got up going to the door.
"Is Ty'Quan Jones here?" A voice asked.
"No , Wrong house" Nae said.
"Nae who dat?" I asked her.
The police walked in "Ty'Quan Jones?" He asked
"Yeah what y'all want?" I asked him
"You're under arrest for the murder of Jonathan Smith" He said grabbing my arm and I got up off the couch
"Man what the fuck? Let me go" I said trying to pull my arms back
"Ty don't fight do not fight" Nae said and Kaycee came in the house
"Whats going on?" She asked taking off the Chanel glasses
"Kay call my lawyer , stop pulling on me bro I'm going!" I said and me and the officers left out the door.
I was in the police car and the police were outside talking to Kay
"I ain't did shit bro what the fuck" I said looking out the window
"Baby calm down Im calling the lawyer right now" Kay said
The police got in the car and we left the house.
"This is some bull shit bro on my mama and you ain't have to pull my arm like that dawg" I said looking at the policeman and he looked at me from the review mirror and smirked
"I'm just doing my job man that's all" He said
I smacked my lips and shook my head and looked out the window , who the fuck could've possibly told the police that I did this shit?
They took me downtown , I was finger printed and took mug shot pictures. They took me into a room and made me undress myself. I'd be lying if a nigga said he wasn't uncomfortable because I was.
"Bend over boy" The policeman said
My heart dropped and I slowly bent over and they made me spread my ass cheeks, This guard was gay as fuck
"Cough twice" he said and I did. He made me put on a jump suit and some flip flops and led me to the pod.
"You was bending over hella sexy , I wanna get some of dat" The man said and i scrunched my face up at him.
"Help this policeman is being a fag!" I said loudly and he covered my mouth
I pushed his hand off and went to the pod and he took me to the cell. It was empty gladly , I put the mat on the hard steel and laid down on it.
All I know is I'm not doing jail time for this shit , but at the same time I'm not snitching either. I know my brothas would neva rat me out either especially knowing that I wasn't the one who killed Jon.
