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eyes. The thought of him dying was unbearable. Regardless of what he had done he was still my father. I forgave him for what he did to our family. He was only a man doing all that he knew to do. His mentality back then was to react instead of thinking first. It had put him in a fucked up position, but he was man enough to deal with it. I admired his strength.
     
    “I don’t want to leave you knowing that you out there with the wrong man. I was the wrong man for your mamma. Get yourself an education and find a man that won’t end up here or in a pine box,” he said.
     
    I wished I could talk to my dad like I used to before he decided to change his life around. Diablo was the only man that I felt as strong for. He’d taken the place of my father. I depended on him for everything.
     
    “You are so much like me baby. I have to admit that. You are so brave and strong, but you have to direct it the right way. You are a natural leader Yanna, use it to your benefit. I know the streets are like an old friend to you, but you are worth so much more baby. Your life is worth so much more,” he smiled at me. It was good to see him smile.
     
    “I love you papa,” I smiled back at him. I left my real feeling to myself. I just kept him in the dark about my relationship with Diablo. He heard about us through street stories told by new guys that came to the prison. They were fellow Cue Boys, their rivals, or just random niggas who knew us when they were on the streets. Daddy had told me that he heard stories about me and Ablo’s Bonnie and Clyde lifestyle. He was disappointed in me because he felt that I was going to end up in the pen like him, or strung out like mommy.
     
    “Maya needs you. Be there for her. You are stronger, and you know that.”
     
    I nodded feeling the tears welling up again. I glanced at my watch to keep him from seeing them. “I’ll be there for her,” I said weakly.
     
    “Good. I love you Punkin,” he said and grabbed my hand.
     
    I looked up and stared into his eyes focusing on the two tear drops that he had tattooed under his left eye. It was a reminder of his street days. He kissed me on the cheek. The guard patted him on the back and daddy stood up. We locked eyes a second longer and then he turned away. “I need a few minutes before your sister come in,” he told me.
     
    I nodded and got up to go back to the waiting area. Maya was standing there to greet me before she went in.
     
    “How does he look?”
     
    “The same.”
     
    “You been crying?” Her forehead creased with concern.
     
    “I’m fine,” I assured her.
     
    “Papa okay?” Her eyes were filling with tears now. If I cried she cried.
     
    “Yes Maya, he’s fine. Don’t worry.”
     
    I couldn’t help but wonder if what my father said would come to pass. Was I going to end up in prison or on drugs? Or worst, would I end up dead? Hell nol. I was too good. I’d learned the game, and I was good at it. Diablo was my security and provider. He was my daddy now, and it wasn’t easy to let him go. I couldn’t let him go, and I wouldn’t.
     
    * * *
     
     
     
    Later that evening me and Diablo hit the road to pick Mont up. Mont was Diablo’s best friend and his right hand man. His uncle Ronald was shot and killed on his way home from a bar. Ronald gambled a lot and had a lot of enemies. There were no suspects in his murder.
     
    “Baby, it’s sumthin’ I need you to do for me,” Diablo said.
     
    “What’s up?” I asked.
     
    “I’m getting’ a package from Hector tomorrow, but I ain’t goin’ be home when he bring it.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
     
    “What you need bay?”
     
    “Bay, you know I don’t like asking you to do shit like this…”
     
    “Cut the bullshit Blo. I’ll be there when Hector gets there. Don’t play that sensitive shit wit me nigga. You know me, don’t front.”
     
    Diablo smiled at me and I quickly kissed his lips.
     
    “Mmmm, I swear baby. I don’t know what I