ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 (ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ)

Suspect♡

Hey everyone, I want to clarify something about Dei'Dream's character that I should've mentioned from the beginning. Don't expect her to be naive like some characters in other books. Dream is quite the opposite. Once she sets her mind on something, she follows through. If she gives you a final chance and you take advantage of her, she's the type to just disappear from your life without a second thought.

Uhm..eh star deh right dung a bottom just click it nuh mohnn..truhh.

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📍At the warehouse, underground

I jump out of my car, closing the door behind me. I walk towards the opening of the warehouse, placing my hand on the scanner. It beeps, confirming my identity, and the heavy door slides open, revealing the entrance to the elevator. I press the down button and step inside, shoving my hands into the pockets of my sagging pants as the elevator descends.

The elevator stops with a soft ding, and the doors slide open. I step out, taking in the scene around me. The tech team is hard at work, eyes glued to the screens in front of them. The air is thick with the hum of computers and the faint smell of gun oil.

To my left, a couple of guys are meticulously cleaning guns, ensuring they're in top condition. On the other side of the room, several others are packaging and sorting drugs, preparing them for distribution. It's a well-oiled machine, everyone playing their part in our operation.

As I walk further into the room, I spot Malique standing by one of the larger screens. He looks up as I approach, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Kylori," he greets me, his tone serious. "Any leads?"

I shake my head. "Not yet. But we're close. Whoever do dis a somebody weh we know."

Malique glances at the screen, where surveillance footage from the party plays on a loop. "Did figure a suhmu like dat but mi nay too sure," he says, determination in his voice. "Have one suspect tho."

"Buddah." We both say in union.

The memory of that night is still fresh: the chaos, the bullets flying, and the look of fear on Dream, and Xy'Airah's faces. The party was supposed to be a celebration, but it turned into a nightmare when someone targeted us.

For some reason Buddah is absent today, feel like pay him a unexpected visit.

I nod, the anger from that night still burning. "Nah put nuttin pass him, worse him nuh deh yah today, very suspicious"

"Boss" One of my genius technician called and both me and Malique walked over to him

"I have something on a suspect, Buddah." He says causing both me and Malique to look at each other. "The day you came here in regards to him saying bad things about you, after that he was being very suspicious." He pulls up a footage of Buddah on the computer screen.

It shows Buddah waiting outside of the warehouse, not long before two black SUV's pull up, the men stepped out dressed in black followed by someone with locs revealing a familiar body figure and face.

Gong.

Look like we affi guh pay him di visit fi real den.

"Good job," I say, patting the tech on the back. "Let's move."

Malique and I exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. There's no time to waste. We gather a few trusted men, all armed and ready for whatever might come.

We leave the warehouse swiftly, piling into two black SUVs. The drive is tense, the silence in the car heavy with anticipation. Everyone knows this isn't just a routine check-in; this is a potential confrontation with someone who betrayed us.

We arrive at Buddah's place, parking a little way down the street to avoid suspicion. The area is eerily quiet, and we approach on foot, sticking to the shadows. I signal for the team to spread out and cover the exits.

Malique and I head straight to the front door. I knock, the sound echoing in the stillness. After a moment, the door creaks open, and one of Buddah's guys peers out. He recognizes us and tries to shut the door, but Malique forces it open, shoving the guy aside.

"Buddah!" I call out, my voice echoing through the house. "We need to talk."

There's a moment of silence, then Buddah steps into the room, a smirk on his face. "Kylori, Malique. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We know yuh behind di shooting at di party," I say, stepping forward. "Why yuh do it?"

Buddah's smirk widens. "Why? Because you and your crew have been getting too comfortable, thinking you run things around here. It's time someone reminded you who the real boss is."

Anger flares in my chest, but I keep my voice steady. "Yuh love uh madda? Doh mek me chop of har head sen it inna one gift box come drop it a uh door step. Pon uh birthday tu." I use my gun to push him back.

Dawk yf.

Buddah's face hardens, and he reaches for something behind his back. Before he can make a move, Malique and I have our guns trained on him.

"Nuh badda wid dat," Malique warns, his voice cold. "Yuh coming wid us."

Buddah's eyes dart around the room, realizing he has no way out. He raises his hands slowly, a look of defeat on his face. "Alright, alright. I'm coming."

We cuff him and lead him out of the house, the tension in the air palpable. As we drive back to the warehouse, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. We've got him, and now we can get the answers we need.

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Back at the warehouse, we lock Buddah in one of the holding rooms. "We'll start questioning him tomorrow," Malique says, a determined look in his eyes. "Mi a guh home tu mi ooman"

I nod in agreement. The adrenaline is wearing off, and I can feel the exhaustion setting in. But for now, we've made progress. Tomorrow, we'll find out the truth behind the shooting.

As the team disperses, I pull Malique aside. "We need fi be careful. Buddah have connections, and him nah go down easy."

Malique nods. "Mi know. We just affi stay one step ahead."

With that, we part ways, knowing that tomorrow will bring more challenges. But for now, we have Buddah, and that's a start. We'll get the answers we need, and we'll make sure no one ever thinks they can cross us again.

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Dun! Dun! Dun!!!