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that payday.
    â€œLawyer,” was all Noah said as he stared straight ahead, making eye contact with the D.A. to show that there would be no further discussion without his representation in the room.
    District Attorney Nixon nodded. “Okay, Mr. Langston. Play hardball,” she said as she stood and walked out of the room.
    Noah swiped his hand over his face and let out a sigh of exasperation as he sat waiting impatiently. He didn’t know why he took penitentiary risks for Bleu, but whenever it came down to him or her he always sacrificed himself. This time might just be the final nail in his coffin.
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    â€œHello?” Naomi yelled as she sat at the metal table tapping her foot rapidly against the concrete floor. Her nerves were on 10. “I know you fucking hear me! You stupid fucking pig mu’fuckas!” she shouted. She hated this waiting game. She knew that the police were purposefully antagonizing her. She stood, determined, and stalked over to the mirror that she was sure had officers standing on the other side. Her balled fists beat against it as her rant only intensified: “Let me out of here!”
    Naomi had been sitting there for hours. From the moment she had stepped foot into the police precinct they had separated her from Noah. Her mind ran wild as she thought of the possibilities. She wondered had she and Noah slipped up somewhere along the way? Had the cops found out about the heroin that Noah had flooded through the prison? Had someone talked? Had she and Noah neglected to cover their tracks? She spun on her heels in frustration as she picked up the chair she had been sitting on. “You want to watch me? Well, I want to watch you too,” she said as she swung the chair against the glass mirror with all her might. The glass splintered, like a windshield in the wintertime, and she picked up the chair again, this time swinging harder. The mirror shattered, revealing the next room as two uniformed officers rushed into her room.
    They quickly handcuffed her and grabbed the chair before forcing her into her seat. “You can’t just hold me in here! Where is my lawyer!” she shouted.
    â€œWell, well. You are on a roll with breaking things tonight, aren’t you?”
    Naomi rolled her eyes. “Who are you?” Naomi shot, her face turned up in distrust.
    â€œI’m the District Attorney.”
    Naomi sucked her teeth. “You think you’re important with your fancy two-piece suit and them cheap-ass shoes. Girl, you’re just another ass-kissing Uncle Tom. No matter how many of your own people you put away, you still won’t be one of them. How many niggas you lock up today?”
    D.A. Nixon smirked as she took a seat and pulled a manila folder out of her leather briefcase. She opened it and began flipping through the pages. “You’re tough,” she said. “Grew up in Baltimore, Maryland. Father in federal prison. You’re related to the infamous Porter clan. Picked up for grand larceny, felonious assault. In fact, you have an active warrant for your arrest there.…”
    Naomi’s stomach went hollow as she listened to her past being thrown in her face. She had come to Michigan for a new start, but as she sat here she felt it in her soul that everything she had run away from was about to catch up to her.
    â€œWhat do you want?” Naomi asked frankly. She knew that if the D.A. really wanted to turn her over to Baltimore P.D. she wouldn’t even be wasting her time with threats. This wasn’t about Naomi. The D.A. was interested in something else.
    â€œNoah Langston is your boyfriend?” D.A. Nixon posed the question.
    Naomi hesitated. What is this about? she thought.
    â€œIt’s okay. You don’t have to answer. I’ll assume that he is,” the D.A. said. “I’ll also assume that as his girlfriend you aren’t too pleased with the fact that Bleu Montclair