Prada was sitting Inside a dimly lit room across a table from a female detective.
The smell of stale coffee and cigarettes filled her nose making her feel nauseous.
The detective looked at her.
"Ms. King can you please tell me again what happened that day."
Prada sat back with her arms crossed annoyed.
"I'll tell you like I told everyone else my car was stolen I called an Uber and the driver was driving crazy and pointed a gun to head."
The detective sat back collecting what was just said.
"What happened after that?" She questioned.
"Oh my god." Prada muttered rubbing her temples.
"I know it's frustrating but we need your cooperation.
Prada rolled her eyes.
"After that he stopped the car and I got out and ran away and called for another ride home."
"We noticed the cameras were turned off for majority of the ride did anything... Private happened?"
"What you mean did something "Private" happened. Prada scowled.
The detective looked at her.
"Let's be honest here your a very..
"Very what." Prada snapped.
"Pretty girl.. and I'm sure men
"Look nothing happened I'm here to talk about who stole my car!"
The detective sighed.
"About that we noticed that the car has Troy a former officer as a co signer."
"Ok.. Prada said dryly.
"We also noticed you were connected to his death..."
"I had nothing to do with that."
"Yes we understand that but what was your relationship to him?"
Prada crossed her arms.
"He was just a guy I knew that bought me a car."
"Did you know he was married?"
"Yes but that had nothing to do with me." Prada rolled her eyes.
"Also we notice your pretty involved with officer Watkins what's your relationship with him.
By this time Prada was done be questioned as she stood up.
"May I leave.
The detective nodded
"Yes you may."
"Good I'm done here." Prada said then walked out of the room.
***
(Two days later)
Prada was walking into D's tatto shop he had just finished up a client when she walked in.
"Hey what's up D?" She grinned.
"Not much really been workin I heard your car got stolen?"He said.
"Yea I talked the cops but they were no help so I need your help?"
D raised his brow.
"With what?" he asked.
"Does Jesse still come around here?"
D nodded.
"Yea I did some tattoos for him last week."
"Do you know where he stay at now?"
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His Contraband (BWWM/Urban)
Werewolf*Mature Content* Prada is a 19 year old girl but she doesn't have the typical life of one instead of going to college she is using more than her brains to get by her looks and sex. She stands out like a pair of red bottoms and doesn't take no crap...
