"The Get Trey Fest"

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Marcellious POV

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Marcellious POV

Drita: What time is it babe?" she yelled from the shower.

Me: 7:45, you good." I said as I clipped my watch on.

Fixing my tie in the mirror, my phone buzzed as Kollin texted the groupchat.

Kollin: You niggas up right?" he asked as I snorted a laugh.

Me: Duh nigga." I said to myself as I left our bedroom.

Going into the kitchen, I turned on the oven to begin making breakfast for me and Drita for the day.

Usually Drita makes breakfast in the mornings and I make dinner, but she woke up late this morning so I decided to take the lead.

Pulling out the ingredients to make eggs and pancakes, the flash of blue and red lights caught my attention as I looked through the kitchen window and out to my house.

Thinking I may have seen something, my confusion turned into complete annoyance as I threw the pan down and stormed to the door.

Me: Oh hell no.." I hissed under my breath as more blue and red lights showed up.

Hearing Drita emerge from the shower, I whizzed past our room and to our front door as I unlocked it.

Swinging the door opened, I was met with Officer Jim approaching my top step.

Behind him stood Jordan and another officer on my stairs as multiple police officers sat outside of my house.

Drawing the neighborhoods attention, my annoyance turned into anger as I glared down at this bullshit.

Jim: Goodmorning Ma-."

Me: What the fuck are you doing here?" I snapped.

Jim: Do you have a moment to step outside?-."

Me: No I do not." I spit as he stopped.

By the sly smirk on Jordan's face, I already knew they were here on behalf of his missing wife.

Me: Ion know what that lying ass nigga told y'all but we ain't got nothing to do with his bitch missing." I growled as Jordan scoffed.

Jordan: As expected."

Jim: Jordan-."

Jordan: Y'all would do anything to protect that man-."

Jim: Jordan-."

Jordan: Even if it means hiding a body in your own house for him."

Jim: Daniel enough-."

Me: What??" I baffled stepping out my house.

Me: Ain't no body in my fucking house!-."

Jordan: Then let us in!"

Me: I ain't letting you niggas into shit!" I spit.

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