- MY WORKS #1 | Uptown - A New York Love story 🤍
- Warning ⚠️ ( PLEASE READ THIS BOOK FIRST, BEFORE ANY OF THE SERIES NOVELS ) ~
~ UPTOWN : A NEW YORK LOVE STORY ~
James Solomon The Billionaire / player is a club owner during the day...
Music Playlist: Kendrick Lamar FT. Rihanna - Loyalty
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James Solomon
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" How many times do I have to say this? I didn't murder Chris!." I yelled, banging my fist on the table.
I was being heavily interrogated and it was annoying the hell out of me. I was ready to get out of this place.
" A man like you with all the money you got, can have a very high advantage of killing someone Dontcha think?." The white man questioned me.
My hands were still in handcuffs and cameras were in the room watching me.
" My motives for my late friend were never bad, only good. We were business partners and I trusted him with my life."
" Sounds convincing but I'm not fazed at all James." He was walking in circles around the table.
" Look, I know the truth and I'm innocent. These claims made against me are false and I can't wait until I prove y'all wrong." I smirked thinking about the top lawyers I know.
" I wouldn't be so sure about that. We have your gun that has your DNA on it the night Chris was killed." He chuckled.
How did they get my gun?
I remembered, that Marcus was the only person who knew where I hid my guns at the warehouse.
That sneaky motherfucker.
I clenched my jaw thinking about how bad I wanted to kill Marcus for what he did to me.
" Seems like your bothered by what I said. Maybe it is true. You are the killer and just weren't smart enough to cover up your tracks." He chuckled.
" I'm not answering any more questions until my lawyer gets here." I seriously stated.
He bent down placing two hands on the desk, looking at me with hate.
" You will answer any question I tell you to boy!." He yelled in my face as I chuckled.
I know this nigga didn't just call me a boy and I'm a grown-ass man.
" Don't call me a damn boy!" I said boldly.
" I can call you what the hell I want to and you can do nothing about it." He smirked.
