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"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
𝔚e sat in the seats of the police station. Our feet tapped against the dirty tiled floors and pissed looks on all our faces. Our clothes were dirty we were tired and we felt defeated
What happened wasn't as complexed as last time. Not a lot happened. This is all petty. Petty shit
I don't even know why they brought us here. Our intentions were bad but our actions unfortunately said otherwise. I looked around the room and glanced at each member of the gang closely
Salamander looked just as pissed as always, Nelly has his head leaned against the wall behind us and both Wolf and Enrico have bruises on their faces which will be explained later
My eyes slowly drifted shut but the sound of someone calling my name got my attention causing my eyes to flutter open. "Yes?" I asked looking up at an officer holding handcuffs in front of me. I sighed deeply and stood up letting him cuff my hands again and he walked me to the questioning room where he took em off. Don't know what the point of cuffing me again was-
I couldn't see what was behind the "mirror" that was in the room but I knew it was a one way window from where others watched me. As I left I remember Salamander mouth "don't tell them bullshit"
When my mama finds out I've been arrested I'm dead. But I haven't been put in jail or anything yet so—maybe I'm good. Just as long as Star doesn't find out I'm good
"We have questions for you." The investigator said to me as I sat down on an uncomfortable wooden chair in a dark room with just a cup of water on the small table amongst us. I nodded my head. "Ask away." I said
He sat down across from me and licked his finger before looking through some files, "So what's already documented is that a man by the name of Dexter died not too long ago. Is that correct?"
I nodded my head. Everyone knows. No point in keepin' that to myself. What they can't find out is-
"What was he to you?"
I thought for a second
Can't just go out sayin' "oh he was our gang leader" that's dumb as hell. Once they find out I'm in a damn gang that'll just ruin everything
