𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐒𝐈𝐗.

⌖ CHURCH GIRL | OO6. ‹ ⚜ ›
❝ i can show you better than i can tell you. ❞

— JULY TWENTY FOURTH
8:3O A.M. ᐟ

In the interrogation room of the police department, Silver slouched in the chair, feigning nonchalance as he felt pressured in the room. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, looked at the one-way mirror that concealed unseen observers on the other side as the detective sat on the other side of the table. The detective's gaze stared a hole into Silver, trying to catch every twitch and every hesitation from the drug dealer and illegal sniper. The single light above their heads casted directly onto them, causing Silver's face to appear like a silhouette due to his dark skin.

Silver rehearsed the lies that clung to the tip of his tongue, poised and ready to spill forth. The detective leaned in, his voice low and gravelly, each question aimed to slice through Silver's layers of deception. The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in as the seconds stretched into eternity.

"You got us all mistaken," Silver finally said, trying to maintain his composure. "We're tax-paying citizens of this state. Jasiah is a legitimate businessman, and his unknown enemies want to tarnish his reputation"

The detective wasn't buying it. He pressed harder, trying to get Silver to fold on Jasiah, promising a deal that would be better than any he would receive if they were caught. Silver could feel the weight of the detective's gaze, the intensity of the interrogation. Despite the pressure, he remained resolute, his loyalty to Jasiah unwavering.

The air in the room grew heavier, charged with tension. Silver knew there was nothing anyone could offer that would ever convince him to betray his closest friend. Under Jasiah's wing, his confidence was unshakable. He met the detective's eyes, the flicker of determination in his own saying more than his rehearsed lies ever could.

"You chasing shadows my boa'. My loyalty lies with family" Silver added, letting the detective know that this interrogation was a waste of both of their times because he had a side, and he wasn't crossing over to the other.

The detective's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through Silver. "Family" He echoed, a mocking tone in his voice. "Funny how loyalty bends when faced with a life sentence. Usually, the capos would be singing like canaries by now, but I see you're a little more complicated than that"

Silver shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. "I'm no capo. Capo under who? Me and Jasiah have separate businesses; I don't work for him or under him. Since we're on the topic, how about you come down to my shop? I'll give you a discount on a tattoo or piercing. Ever wonder where Jasiah gets all his tattoos?" His smile widened, revealing his white teeth.

Each of them had legitimate businesses to mask their illegal activities and account for their wealth. Jasiah owned a club, Silver had his tattoo shop, Reign worked as a nail tech and was working on being a registered nurse, and Migo and Demitri ran a moving business. Migo, the designated truck driver for Jasiah, exemplified how their legitimate facades helped maintain their cover. They all had pay stubs, taxes, credit scores, and 401ks, blending seamlessly into the system.