🏋🏾‍♂️ Chapter 9 🏋🏾‍♂️

🏋🏾‍♂️ Antoine's pov 🏋🏾‍♂️

How the hell did they knew that I was in Rema I wondered as I took off my shirt and then my pants as the officer ordered, I sighed keeping my eyes away from the chains I was going to be hung up on. Mi just a mark dem face ino cause dem betta kill mi, a gon fuck dem up one by one when mi get release, right now mi about fi get severe interrogation for what mi nuh know and mi not even si di crosses bitch from when, a must she stage dis maybe because she caan get to Dean.

My thoughts were running wild as I brace myself for what was to come, what a crosses mi end up tek up pon miself God- mi should a neva fucking cheat on Dean. I close my eyes while the officers attached the chains and then pressed the lever pulling me off the ground to hang in mid air.

"When was the last time you saw Ms. Price?" The one who told them to take me here spoke then came to stand infront of me.

"Seven months ago," I answered.

"The money what was it for?" I looked at him something wasn't adding up.

I didn't know what it is so I tried to answer right because I was not going down for some bitch ass detective. "She neva tell mi, she just sey she want it fi mek up an' buy somn," I respond.

"It seems you knew her more than you say you do," he said.

"Tell me when you last saw her how did she seem?" He ask cricking his fingers.

"She seemed ok," I said.

"You need to give us something more or else I'm going to beat it the fuck out of you," he stated loudly.

"Mi nuh really know much bout har, mi only meet har like a week, she sey she a invite me a one party- at di time mi surmise sey she might need di money fi sort out harself suh mi a wait fi give har it afta she leave work, but she nuh call mi suh mi call har couple time an' nuh get nuh answer suh mi send har a text which she nuh reply back to up to todey. Di only thing mi did a sey maybe she lost har phone, mi nuh know nutn else fi tell uno.

"Why did you hiss when you saw her photo?" He asked staring at me.

"Well at first I was surprise and I was thinking maybe she found out who I was and felt afraid of me," I answered humbly.

"That answer is bullshit and you know it," he barked.

I sighed heavily as he barked. "Come on you're wasting our time.

My arms were already hurting from my weight. "A'right fuck! Bumboclaate! She see mi gun and ask mi if mi a police, mi tell har no- suh mi feel like a das why she nah answer mi and block mi or change har chip," I said in frustration hoping they would buy it.

"And di gun?" He asked.

"Mi have liscence fi it," I hissed knowing I was going to be ask to submit it.

He beckons for them to carry down the lever but didn't release me, a wide screen flicked on to the corner and I look towards it. A female voice came over an intercom describing the decomposed body of Steffanique Pryce, who died from punctured lungs. I could not mask my surprise of her death but "the detective" at the end well I had to fake being surprised at that.

I looked at them and gulped breath deeply then held my head down, I was truly shocked to know she was dead and I look back up at the screen squinting my eyes.

"Pssh! oh my God!" I exclaimed upon a sigh.

I was released by one of the detectives and when I got dress I was taken back to the first interrogation room. Her picture was on the wide screen that was now on and I sighed resting my forehead on my hand, this was worst than if she had been alive because now I know I am suspect in a murder case. Talk about a load of rass crosses wey just affi come dash wey pon me.

"What can you tell us about this?" The love bark detective asks and I lift my head to look at him.

"Nothing. I'm still in shock," I replied.

I wanted to be out of this right now, at this point they should be telling me to get my lawyer but they aren't. Which means they didn't have anything or not much to go on and I will be using that as my advantage.

The detective clears his throat. "A broken piece of pen was found in Ms.Prices' throat, that is the murder weapon but due to the decompose state she was found in we nothing to go on but you. A colleague of hers said she was investigating you and a female by the name of Donnette Peart. Can you tell us who is that female?" He said then ask and I frown.

"I have no idea," I told him straight forward and watch as his eyes went to the other detective across the room.

"Well, here is what you're going to do. Since we already have a lead on Donnette Peart you're going to have to help us find detective Price's murderer or murderers," the other detective spoke confidently.

It seems they think I know whosoever Donnette Peart is, but I don't and I wish I knew already. It was late when they finally release me, Grung was sitting outside with my lawyer and we drive away and I told them the situation. I only had one plan in mind and that was to find Glen and Trina and try to stick the murder on them or else otherwise I'm doomed.

When we arrive home and I showered and have eaten, I gather everyone of my top chappas. I assign them all to different duties related to getting my plan into action so I can get this behind me, I needed to hide Dean because the detectives were obviously looking for her but by a different name. They knew I didn't kill the detective but they some how think I know who did or that the person is related to me in some way.

Demar brought his certificate and pictures of his graduation to show me the next morning, I was proud of him and I was glad that he was finally finished with his training. Now he'll be entering another training, so I took my gun from my waist and hand it to him.

He looked at me questioningly and I told him to stand in front of the glass and practice to have two different emotions on his face, he was getting the hard part first. Grung groaned and I glance at him, he knew what I was about to do. I am going to train Demar to be the next don, one more dangerous than I am.

I send my foot flying landing Demar with a hard kick, he pitched forward loosing his balance and falling with a heavy thud on his face. I walk to the back of the yard with a crate of empty bottles and I lined them on the wall. When I was finished I sat down and waited for Demar to come out of whichever bathroom he was practicing his double face in.

I call Dean's phone but it continuously went to voicemail, I had promised myself to not hit her again but I was going to give her the beating of a lifetime and break both her hands and both her legs and her neck too. I hissed and place my phone beside me as Grung came out with Demar and put him to stand two feet directly in front of me. I stood looking directly at him and showed him two features without moving, he jerked back a step at the vicious feature I displayed before looking at him like I couldn't mash an ant.

He cleared his throat and then struggled to keep his body still as he did his double facial features, what I really love about him was that his head is quick. "You'll continue to practice until you have mastered it, I told him then pointed on the bottles.

"Head shot"

"Dat a yuh alias," Grung told him and walk off going into the kitchen.

Demar is smart he knew that the name held more than one meaning, I watched him flex his arm after I nodded no twice after he shot one and missed one bottle. I abhor his determination and that is the reason I have chosen him, not only was he willing to learn but he is always ready to try and to push to succeed.

I walk over to him and took the gun from him, I aim and shot the top of the bottle, he squinted his eyes looking at it then at me. "You're not wearing your glasses," he said sounding accusing.

"I don't always have to," I told him and handed him back the gun.

He nodded his head in deep concentration then aim and fired, it shattered the bottle and he did so until he reached the tenth and last bottle left standing. He was sweating and I glance around at my yard now filled with chappas, then back at him. He look around at the others then at me, I stare at him speaking to him through my eyes. I had confident in him and that is all he needs, he wipe his face with his shirt and then turn and aim.

I went for the bottle and gave it to Hot-tool, he took it and nodded- then he walk over to Demar and Grung went for the brand new Glock- 17 still in it's box and Hot-tool took it and hand it to Demar.

A/N : For those who don't understand. Hot-tool is retiring and Demar is taking his place beside Antoine as a front runner chopper, and because he is next in line to become the don he does not take Grung's position as Antoine's right hand.

To be continued...