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we were heading onto the highway. I guess Warren could feel my nerves in the air.
    “It’s all good, G-money. Everything gon’ be a’ight, baby girl. I bet you that. We on our way to making it out of the game and way the fuck away from the hood. That’s my word,” Warren had said. Not even ten minutes had passed since the words had left his mouth. It seemed like as soon as we got on the highway with those fucking guns in the car, I saw the flashing lights behind us. I almost died of a heart attack.
    “Oh, my God, Warren! Are they pulling us over?!” I exclaimed as I saw more and more cars with blue and red flashing lights coming out of the woodwork and surrounding us. My head whipped from side to side. Full-on panic set in on me and I swear I felt a little bit of piss leak out of my bladder. Me looking pretty in the front seat of the car like Warren had suggested didn’t deter the Jake from pulling us over one bit like Warren had thought it would.
    “Fuck!” Warren hissed. It took him a few minutes before he stopped the car. I guess he saw the look of terror on my face and decided not to try to outrun the cops. Besides, there would’ve been nowhere for him to run. There had to be at least ten black unmarked police vehicles surrounding us within no time.
    “Warren, what is happening?! Oh, my God . . . you promised!” I screamed as my door was yanked open.
    “That fucking Ant must’ve set me up! I’m sorry, G-money!” was the last thing Warren said to me before he had also been yanked out of the vehicle and thrown to the ground facedown. The entire scene was surreal. I felt like I was in a bad dream. Those fucking pigs had no sympathy or mercy for me. They didn’t care that I was in a dress, heels, or anything. I was thrown to the ground on my stomach just the same as if I were a fucking dude. My dress had blown up around my waist and all of my ass was on display. All I had on was a thong. I couldn’t even pull my dress down because these bastards had my hands pulled behind my back in cuffs.
    “Nice ass,” one of those bastards said as I lay flat on my stomach completely fucking humiliated by all of their gawking eyes. Not to mention the eyes of all the cars that passed. There was so much rubbernecking so nosey people could see us on display out there. I was so mad at Warren for putting me in that position. What would my mother think of her only child going to jail for trafficking guns?! That was the only thought that ran through my mind. With my face planted in the dirt, I had immediately noticed that it wasn’t just any routine police stop. I had heard enough hood legend stories to know this was the feds who had knocked us, especially judging from all the acronyms I read on the backs of their dark raid jackets—FBI, ATF, and DEA, to name a few.
    “G-money! Don’t tell them shit! Don’t let them try to trick you!” Warren had yelled at me as he was roughly hoisted up from the ground and thrown in the back of another black vehicle.
    I didn’t want to hear shit from him right then. In fact, I wanted to punch him in the fucking face for lying to me. The nerve of him to say this now! He had put my whole fucking life at risk. Warren had promised me that it would all be fine. He was so fucking sure that me being in the car would serve a greater good. I let that money and that good dick seduce me into being a straight-up dumb bitch to fall for that bullshit. I should have trusted my first instinct that told me, Hell no, that shit is just a dumbass theory.
    I bit down into my bottom lip and tasted the dirt from the ground. That was where my life was at the moment—in the fucking dirt. I was sure Warren had money to pay lawyers, but me, little old Gianna Baker, girl from the hood who depended totally on her dude, didn’t have shit. I realized then that everything I had on, all of the name-brand clothes, bags, shoes, where I lived, what I ate every day, all depended on Warren. I didn’t have one red penny