Another exclusive clip from my new novel | “Laying on the hard cot in the holding cell at Miami-Dade police department, Marco still had on the Versace shirt and Balmain jeans from the night he got arrested. It was hot and muggy and all he could think about were the moves he made the day his spot was raided.
“Nah that shit was a setup,” Marco said talking to himself. He was always so careful when it came to his business and money. He couldn’t afford any fuck ups, so him getting arrested and the FEDs coming straight to his spot told him someone set him up. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of keys jingling coming towards his cell. “Perez! You’re being transferred! Get up!” the officer said as if he was annoyed. “Transferred? To where?” Marco questioned. He was confused being that his lawyer and the federal agent assigned to the case told them they had a meeting in the morning. “Did I say you could ask me any fucking questions?!” the officer yelled as he pulled a now cuffed Marco out of the jail cell. “I want to speak with my lawyer before I go anywhere!” Marco yelled, not feeling right about what was happening. He had a bad vibe. “Keep fucking walking!” the officer said as he continued to push Marco. As they kept walking Marco noticed they were going in the direction of the basement door instead of outside where the transfer vehicles were. “Where the fuck are you taking me?!!” Marco yelled. The station was basically empty since it was 3 am. “To meet your fucking maker bitch!” #sharifad #zahira #newyork #newyorkcity #nyc #carribean #jamaica #barbados #monday