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I talked to him after I was sentenced to death.”
         We were quiet for the rest of the ride. As soon as we pulled up, Redman came out the house holding a bulging Foot Locker shopping bag, looked all around him, and then sprinted to our car. He went to get into the passenger seat, and when he saw me, I could see anger flashing in his eyes. He then got into the back seat, and slammed the hell out of the door. I turned around and we locked eyes.
         “What you bring her here for?”
         “What, you think she don’t know what the fuck we do? Nigga, you acting like Samantha don’t know what we do.”
         Redman smacked his hand on the back seat.
         “She doesn’t.  Some things are best left unsaid. I see your pussy whipped ass don’t operate like that. You can tell her all of your biz; but keep me out of your conversations though.”
         Samantha twisted in her seat with the speed only a mad black women can possess!
         “Little boy I know you done lost your ever loving . . .”
         I held up my hand and she shut up by biting her lip. I gestured for her to turn back around in her seat, which she did.
         “You forced me to bring you, so kill that noise. I knew he would get mad, but I brought you anyway. So, just chill out for a few seconds."
         I then locked my eyes back on his.
         “Who or what has you so damn shook?”
         “Some cop just called my phone and said he knows you been killing the people associated with your case, and that . . .”
         I yelled at him!
         “Shut the hell up, boy! What you doing?”
         I looked at Samantha, who had a shocked look on her face. Redman looked at the both of us and laughed.
         “Damn big bro, you thought I was talking about some drug stuff? Hell nah, As long as I pay people to run my strip, I don’t have to worry about nothing associated with that. Anyway, that’s on you. You bought her with you.”
         Samantha leaned close to me, nose to nose, never taking her eyes from mine.
         “What the fuck is he talking about, Christopher Combs?”
         I looked deep into her eyes and I saw anger, concern, love, and understanding. I took a deep breath and softened my look toward her.
         “I’ve been killing people that had anything to do with me being sentenced to death.  Accept it, or walk away. Save the lecture for our unborn child. If you not saying you accepting it then I’m done hearing your voice until my child is born.”
        She moved even closer, pushing our noses together.
         “Don’t act like it’ll be that easy for you to let me go, bitch. Depending on how long you choose to do this depends on how long we will be in your life. And, if you stop hearing my voice now, you’ll never hear it again.”
         I smiled.
         “You right about that. You’ll die if you try to take my kid from me.”
         She smiled.
         “And you’ll die if I even think you are planning to kill me. Alright, you a murderer, and . . .? I’m not impressed because I’ve killed before, too. In fact, you seen my work.  What I am is a loyal chick. And if I’m going to be in your life as your wifey, we have to be on the same page. Understand?”
         With my eyes still locked on hers, I asked Redman the question that was killing me.
         “How are they on me?”
         Redman laughed.
         “I don’t know, man. Somebody put something together, and got you under investigation because – if they had anything solid against you, there would have been no warning phone call. All I know is that he said that I’m on my way to prison, so I’m ready to bounce. What you going to do?”
         Her stare probed deeper into me more than any other stare ever had.
         “Yeah, killer, tell me and your little brother what you about to do. We need to know.”
         She rubbed on her stomach as she said the last