DÉJÀ VU - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"Wah di fuck yuh mean yuh kill him? Why on earth would you kill him?! And fuck him up suh? yuh deeven do Kyle dat!" I scream into the phone, not caring if all Donald Trump a hear e, as I blinked away the tears that clouded my eyes.
I've never been one for murder... I hate murder, I hate when blood is spilt, matter of fact, I hate violence itself, hence why I only fight in self defense.
He sighed before speaking, "Mia come over, okay?"
Kmt.
"Whatever, Kairo." I hardly got out before hearing a pounding on a door, but it wasn't mine.
That was from Kai's end.
"A wah di-" he spoke, supposedly opening the door, before he got cut off.
"Kairo Mccoy, you're under arrest for the murder of Kyle and Jerome Davis," a voice announced in the background.
WHAT THE FUCK?
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," the officer continued, his voice booming through Kairo's phone, slicing through the air like a blade.
My heart dropped into my stomach. "Kai?! Kai?!" I shouted, desperate, but all I could hear was the officer's commanding tone and the sound of shuffling as they restrained Kairo. My grip tightened on the phone, my pulse racing, panic settling deep in my bones. This couldn't be happening. I never thought things would spiral out of control like this.
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This was bound to happen though, so I'm not even surprised.
As the cops slapped the cuffs on my wrists, I tried to keep my voice steady, carefully thinking about what to say to Xanai. I didn't want her to worry more than she already was.
"I'll talk to you when I can, okay, mama? Love yuh yer?" I managed to get out, trying to sound calm, even though my heart was pounding.
I could still hear the panic in her voice from before—Kai?! Kai?!—and I wished I could tell her everything was going to be alright. But right now, I wasn't even sure how all this was going to go down.
Because of my father's role, as don of Kingston, St. Elizabeth and Mobay, they knew better than to fuck up. Especially with me.
Mi know seh mi soon come out doh, suh mi nah worry.
"Kairo-" she spoke before one of the officers hung up my phone. My phone? Weh me buy?
"Yow, yuh betta bring dat enuh, cause if she call back it affi ansa." I spoke referring to my phone as one looked me up and down before putting my phone in his pocket.
"Mr. Mccoy, I understand your father's role in this country, but this is the last time I'll ask; why did you kill Kyle and Jerome Davis?" The interrogator asks as she adjusted her glasses.
Den look how many time mi ansa.
"Tell yuh already enuh, miss." I deadpanned. "Dem did a try hurt mi best friend. Nobody aguh do dat and live; once bitten, twice shy and twice nah reach dem cause dem ago dead."
She pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, "Okay. Who is this best friend of yours? Seems we need to bring them down here." She stated.
Unu nah drag Xanai inna dah fuckry yah eno.
"Please, Mr. Mccoy." She pleaded.
"Xanai Billings, Aysia and Ronaldo Billings' daughter." I say as I leaned back in the chair.
She put down her phone, finally seeming satisfied with the name I gave her, but I knew better than to think this was over. The way she looked at me, like she was trying to dig deeper, to see through my story, it told me she wasn't buying everything. But a di truth, partially... but mi nuh care. Mi seh what mi seh, and mi nah change it. And that is the reason, unless she wah hear exactly what I did to them and exactly why.
She stood up, slowly, folding her arms. "Well, Mr. Mullings, you've been quite helpful, but I'm not done with you yet." She gave me a look that felt like she was daring me to crack, to break down and confess more than I intended.
I just shrugged. "Mi tell yuh everything yuh need fi know. Mi nah hide nuhn."
She gave a short laugh, like she didn't believe me, and motioned to the officers standing by the door. "Take him back to the holding cell. We'll see what happens when we bring your best friend in for questioning."
My chest tightened at that. They could say what they want, but mi nuh trust dem fi handle Xanai a way s she doesn't deserve to be handled. Mi nah go let dem drag her into this mess. Not when mi do everything fi keep her safe. But what could I do from here?
The cuffs snapped back around my wrists as the officers yanked me up from the chair, leading me out of the interrogation room. I kept my face blank, even though my mind a race. Xanai wasn't involved in this... not the way they think. But mi know how this system stay—dem nah care about who innocent. All dem care bout is locking somebody up, and if mi cya protect her from behind these bars, mi doh know wah might happen.
All mi know is, if anything touch har, even di sky itself a go bleed.
The cold steel door slammed shut behind me, and I dropped onto the bench in the holding cell, my head leaning back against the wall. I stared at the ceiling, trying to calm my thoughts, but all I could imagine visually was her face. The way she cried when I told her what I did to Jerome. Mi nuh regret it, never will, but that doesn't make it easier to know I might drag her down with me.
Sometimes mi feel like yuh love har too much. Like mi get it a yuh 'twin' or 'sister' or whatever but-
Shut the fuck up.
Minutes passed, maybe hours, mi not even sure. I just sat there, waiting for whatever came next. I knew they would bring her in, try to shake her, get her to talk. I just had to hope she was strong enough to handle it.
Cause all when she nuh duh nuhn she aguh ave sympathy, that's just her.
Then the door creaked open, and I looked up. It wasn't one of the officers. It was my lawyer, Mr. Fitzroy, looking as calm as ever, dressed in his usual clean-cut suit like nothing ever rattled him.
"Kairo," he said with a small nod, walking over to sit across from me. "We've got a situation."
"No shit," I muttered, leaning forward. "Dem say dem a bring in Xanai. Mi cya let dat happen."
Fitzroy sighed, adjusting his tie. "They've already taken her in for questioning."
My blood ran cold. "Wah?"
"Relax," he said, holding up a hand. "They haven't charged her with anything. But they're pressing hard. They think you two are involved in this together."
My jaw clenched. "She nuh involved. Mi tell yuh dat already."
Fitzroy raised an eyebrow. "I know that. But they don't. And the more you keep covering for her, the more they're going to think there's something to hide."
My fists tightened, but I kept my voice level. "Dem nuh have nuhn pon har."
"They don't," he agreed, "but they're looking for leverage, and right now, she's their best shot at getting something out of you."
My stomach twisted. "So wah mi fi do? Just let dem question her? Drag her through this fuc- foolishness?"
Fitzroy leaned in closer, his voice dropping. "If you stay quiet, they might let her go. But if they sense any hesitation from either of you, they'll keep digging. You need to keep your story straight, Kairo. They can't pin this on her unless you give them a reason to."
My mind was spinning. I know what he's saying was right, but the thought of them pressing Xanai, trying to break her... it made me sick. I had to protect her. No matter what.
Fitzroy checked his watch. "They're going to keep you here overnight. In the morning, they'll probably release her if they don't find anything. But you need to keep calm."
I nodded, even though I felt anything but calm. "And if dem don't let her go?"
Fitzroy stood up, straightening his suit. "Then we'll deal with that when it comes. For now, just stay quiet."
"Kairo Mccoy." Someone said quite loudly, waking me from my sleep.
"Wahm now?" I ask half- awake.
"You're going to want to see this." they stated, handing me a phone.
On it was a video, and what I saw made my blood run cold.