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𝙾𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 "Thanks for coming." Alora said dryly.
"Mhm." Denim posted up and stared at her suspiciously. The look on her face wasn't pleasant either. It was clear to both of them that neither wanted to be here, and Denim picked that vibe up the moment he stepped foot out of his car. If Alora didn't want to be here, then he could only think of one reason she'd shown up—the cops were involved. Was she wearing a wire?
"So wassup? Why have you been blowing me up man? I block you and you still find a way to hit my line. This better be important." Denim said bluntly.
"Did you know?" Alora questioned, not bothering to beat around the bush.
"Know what?" Denim played dumb.
"Don't play stupid Denim. Dymond is in prison where he belongs and you're the only other person that Maury trusted. You're like the only person I have left who's like a son to me."
"Dymond wasn't like a son to you?" Denim squinted. "Oh, I guess not. If so, it's crazy you were incesting your "son". What? You didn't think anybody knew y'all were fucking and that you crashed out the last time you were at his crib?" Denim questioned when he saw the stupid look on her face.
"Dymond's my brother. You're not my mother though so I don't owe you anything. I'm out." Denim turned to leave but stopped when Alora spoke.
"So I take it you knew then since he's your brother and he told you about us. You were possibly even involved. Did you help murder my son Denim? Were you involved in any way? Please. I need closure and to know you weren't involved because you're the only other person linked to Maury, and I'm going crazy not having someone to confide in who loved him as much as me. His father is so torn up that he hates to hear anything about him or even see his picture. Please just talk to me Denim." She grabbed his arm, and he turned around, pulling his arm out of her grip.
"What the fuck is this? You trying to set a nigga up or sum'n? Trying to get me to admit to something I had no part in or knew about? You wired?" Denim lunged toward her quicker than she could react and pulled up her hoodie to check her. "Where the fuck is the wire?" He even started checking her ears. He had sense enough to know that if cops didn't use a wire, they'd use listening devices disguised as jewelry or anything else that looked normal.
"Get off me!" Alora yelled, shoving him back. She felt violated although nothing had been revealed and he hadn't touched her inappropriately. "I'm not wearing a fucking wire." She started fixing her clothes.
"Then what the fuck is this?" Denim repeated.
"I need closure!" Alora yelled.
"You got it!" Denim yelled back and she jumped, taking a step away from him. "Dymond is in prison. That should be closure enough. I hate how shit ended for Maury but don't contact me again. You lost a son, but I lost two brothers. One to death and one to prison." He said as if Dymond hadn't eventually come clean about murdering Maury for setting him up.
