"So, tell me again Mrs. spice at only the young age of 24 how did you manage to operate a drug empire for more than 5 years."
Spice sat still in the cold metal chair, rolling her eyes at the nonsense this reporter was trying to obtain from her. Shes only been in jail a few months since she turned herself in, and ever since news reporters have been coming in to visit her just because of who she is. She sighed sitting up in her chair as she placed her cuffed hands on top of the metal table, the low scrapes of metal on metal being the only sound heard inside the small interrogation room.
she leaned toward the man noticing the small array of freckles that dusted across his cheeks and nose, he was kinda cute in a boyish kinda way he wasn't what she'd usually go for but he'd make due. She slightly tilted her head giving him one last once over before slouching back in her chair.
" If you want to get the actually story, then you gone have to come for me correct." they locked eyes, him being surprised that she actually give him some kind of response, thus he straightened in his chair getting ready to type down anything she had to tell him.
" I ain't manage shit! i run this city and everybody know it nothing moves until i give my say so." The reporter scrunches his eyebrows in confusion " You don't control anything now though, your in jail,"
spice shakes her head and chuckles " Do i need to remind you i put myself in here, don't let them fool you out there you don't know what really goes on behind the scenes." everything was silent again as she stares at him.
"Now let me open your eyes to what really happened."
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Black widow.
Romance" I didn't kill him because i wanted to, I killed him because i had to." Love could be a blessing and a curse, unfortunately for spice shes always had bad luck.
