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The officer looked me down like he didn’t give no fucks what I was saying.

“Sir, we received a call to be on the lookout for your car for drug sales. That’s enough for us to search your car without your permission. I was just being nice.”

“Man, this is some bullshit! Man, check my shit and let me the fuck go!”

The officer led me to the hood of his car. I leaned against it and watched him go through my shit, not coming up with nothing.

“See, nothin’ in my shit, let me the fuck go,” I said as he continued to look.

He worked from the trunk to the backseat to the front, looking up under the backseats, then moving to the passenger, still not coming up with anything.

“You are makin’ yourself look like a clown. Let me go now, and I’ll settle for an I'm sorry,” I shouted.

The officer moved to the driver's side, looking and feeling all in the door, then feeling under the seat, when he paused, looked at something, and brought it ova to me.

“Well, Mr. Carpenter, what is this?”

He held out his hand and was holding a fucking 8 ball with a red lip print on it.

“What the fuck is that?!” I yelled out.

He looked at me, laughing. “It was under your seat.”

“That shit got lipstick on it. It’s not mine.”

He shrugged. “I feel you on that, sir, but I have to take you in for it. Long as you don’t have any warrants, you can bond out.”

I was blown, as he pulled me to the back of his car, trying to figure out who fuck did that shit.

It took him almost an hour to inventory my shit, then he took me down to the station. I got booked and processed, then led to a holding cell where I was thinking bout who to call.

I couldn’t call Dre. That nigga might have had a warrant. Brandon and Blaze just got out and were M.I.A. I thought about…Mariah…

That bitch had red lipstick on the day I went and yanked her ass up.

I started to replay how mad I was when I left her house and how I thought I saw her car following me. I stood up and started pacing the lil’ ass cell, remembering that she did coke when I slept with her friend.

“That bitch followed me,” I mumbled under my breath.

I sat back down, trying to get my shit together. I still needed to get out, then I thought about her.

I knocked on the glass and told them I was ready for my call.

A few minutes passed, and then I was recuffed and led out to the phone, and I called Nylah.

The phone rang for longer than I expected. I thought she wasn’t gonna pick up, then I heard her voice.

“Baby, it's Rosama,” I said as soon as she picked up. “I know you are at work, and I will explain it, but I need you to come bail me out.”

The line went silent for a second, and she cleared her throat.

“I'm on my way.”

Chapter 21

Nylah

“Denise,” I yelled as I tried to gather my things.