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had my wife, I just sat at the traffic light in a daze… in complete shock. I started to go ballistic, bangin’ on the steerin’ wheel in a psychotic rage.
    “Daddy, what’s wrong?” Denie asked.
    I shook my head. “Nothin’, Denie.”
    “Then why did you hit the…”
    “Denie, please let me think,” I said, cuttin’ her off. My mind began to race. How the fuck did this happen? I began to ask myself. How did my day of happiness, celebratin’ my daughter’s birthday, turn into me havin’ to rescue my wife? I’m gonna kill whoever the fuck is responsible for this.
    People were beginnin’ to beep their car horns and yell obscenities when the light turned green, and I still hadn’t moved. Before I could even put my foot back on the gas pedal, a police car pulled up beside us.
    “Shit. I don’t need this right now,” I said as soon as I heard the annoyin’-ass police siren. As much as I hated the police, I had to keep my composure, especially since I had a gun under the seat. Just in case the officer wanted to get out of the car and question whether or not my brand new black Range Rover belonged to me, I quickly grabbed my registration out of the glove compartment to stay one step ahead. I watched as a young white female cop wit’ dirty blonde hair rolled down her window. I quickly rolled mine down as well and tried to display a warm smile.
    “Sir, is there a problem?” the officer questioned. Even though she didn’t have on any makeup, I could tell she was a cutie. I loved to fuck wit’ white broads since they were the freakiest in the bedroom. However, wit’ my daughter in the car, I didn’t want my eyes to roam too much. That reminds me, I need to get wit’ my white bitch, Brittney, from Ashburn at some point. I haven’t seen her in about a month.
    “No, officer, we’re fine. My daughter is asthmatic and we were lookin’ for her inhaler, but we found it. She’s fine now,” I answered, tryin’ to keep my cool. Denie quickly played along by grabbin’ her chest like she couldn’t breathe. She’d been taught well.
    “Do you need an ambulance, sir?” the officer asked.
    “No ma’am. She’ll be fine, but thank you.”
    “Alright you folks be careful,” the officer said, as she drove away.
    I looked over at my daughter who had a victory look on her face. Yet she was still worried about somethin’. “You always got my back, huh?” I asked, drivin’ off.
    “You know it,” Denie replied, soundin’ like a grown woman more so than a seventeen year old.
    Instead of headin’ to Silver Spring, I detoured immediately and made my way to my mother’s house in the Northeast part of the city. Wit’ rapid speed, and a concerned look on my face, Denie knew somethin’ was up.
    “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”
    I glanced over at my daughter, who was my twin. A light skinned version of me, and more Hispanic than black, she reminded me of the actress Lauren London wit’ her deep dimples and almond shaped eyes. Not to mention, her body made her look ten years older, which scared me. “Somethin’ came up, so I need you to stay at your grandmother’s house ‘til things get settled.”
    Denie sighed. “Oh, no. Please don’t take me over there,” she said wit’ so much disappointment in her eyes.
    “Trust me. It’s best if you stay there for a while,” I answered.
    “Are you coming back? Please promise that you’re coming back. Suppose they kill y’all.”
    I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. I glanced at Denie again. “What are you talkin’ about?”
    “The dude who called on the phone. You should’ve never turned down the music because I could hear what he was saying. Just give him what he wants, so you can come back and get me.” Denie was a lot smarter than I gave her credit for.
    My baby girl was so much like me, it was scary. She was down for whatever, and could handle whatever came her way, which made me proud. Any other kid would’ve probably been