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RAH

I was flying down the street towards Fabe’s crib with my gun in my lap. This wasn’t about the money anymore. This was about respect. Aaliyah and Fabe had disrespected me. These motherfuckers hadbeenfucking; I knew it. This bitch ass nigga had my fucking money, my woman, and my son. Who the fuck did he think was playin’? That nigga was about to die over that pussy tonight.

I sped into his driveway. I didn’t give a fuck who saw me. I was unraveling. I was being sloppy. I was the man. I was that nigga. Motherfuckers were supposed to fear me, love me, follow me! And they weren’t. Every motherfucking body around me was coming against me! My control was leaving and I didn’t like that at all.

I started to beat on the door with the gun. The sounds echoed around me and bounced off the houses in the neighborhood. It was night, but the bougie neighborhood was lit up with lamps in every yard so I could see that Fabe’s house was pitch black, too dark for anyone to be there.

I looked around the house for a way inside. I knew that my money was in there. They hadn’t spent three hundred thousand dollars already, nor would he risk putting it in the bank. I was living comfortably off the money I stole from my last robbery but Fabe and Aaliyah wasn’t about to live off of my bread.

I noticed that the blinds in the window next to the door were slightly open. I looked through the window and thought I saw nothing. I squinted, looked harder and yeah, I definitely saw nothing. The house was empty. There was no furniture, no television, nothing.

They had moved.

“Fuuuuck!” I howled as I beat the door one last time with the gun.

Suddenly, I heard screeching tires. I spun around to see squad cars spinning into the driveway. Officers jumped out with guns drawn.

“Put the fucking gun down now!!”

I dropped the gun on the concrete steps and police officers rushed me.

“Aarrrrgh!” I bellowed as one officer forced me to the ground. Another forced my arms behind my back while another put his knee in my chest. “Ahhhh! What am I being arrested for?!”

They snatched me up to my feet and I could hear, “You’re being arrested for the murder of Lavell Mitchell and Nell Lee.

After reading my Miranda rights, these detectives actually thought I was going to talk.

“Tell us what happened, Rah.”

There were two detectives sitting down across from me, in front of a small table, in the room I had been sitting in for an hour, after the officers sat me in there.

“I’m not telling you shit!” I scoffed.

“This is your only chance to help yourself, but you’re going down for this one way or the other.” The fat one was the only one doing all of the talking. The skinny one was just staring at me like I was another stupid nigga that was making him look bad.

“I’m not going down for nothing because I didn’t do this shit,” I spat.

When the fat detective chuckled, I wanted to smack his sloppy ass. Even in handcuffs and facing these charges, I wasn’t about to let nobody play me like I was a joke. He was lucky that I was in handcuffs.

“You do realize that you have already been arrested. An arrest warrant is only issued when there is proof–”

“You don’t have proof of shit.”

He sneered, reached into a folder in his hands, and slapped a picture on the desk. Stabbing at the car in the picture, he said, “We have your car caught on camera in the area right after shots were reported being heard.”

I grimaced, and he smiled.

“You sure you don’t want to help yourself, son?” he taunted me.

“Fuck you. I want a lawyer.”

The fat one nodded and stood. “Okay, Rahzan. Sit tight. An officer will be in to take you to your cell.”

I glared at them as they walked out. The fat one left first, then the skinny one looked back at me before leaving. “Oh yeah. We heard that Detective Strong in District 5 is looking atyou for the Carlos Santiago murder. He’ll be here soon to question you.”

Then the son of a bitch winked before walking out and closing the door.

I kicked the chair across from me hard and it hit the floor with a bang. “Fuuuuuck!”