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stomach was in knots. She felt a serious wave of nausea come over her. All Kima could think about was Kori. He would whip her ass if this didn’t go the way it was supposed to. The cop holstered his gun as the other cop came around with his gun drawn on her now. The white cop yanked the door open and pulled Kima out of the car roughly.
    â€œI’m pregnant! Please don’t hurt my baby!” she cried out.
    It was too late. From the force of his pull, she hit the ground. Luckily, she landed on her knees and not her stomach.
    â€œHelp!” she screamed.
    â€œNobody can help you right now,” the cop said as he roughly placed the handcuffs on her.
    â€œCall for the dogs and a female officer to search her. I’m sure we will find plenty of drugs in this car,” the officer said.
    Kima hung her head and the tears came in a flood. Her life was over either way she looked at it. Not only that, Kori was going to be fucking pissed.

Chapter 5
    Six Months Later. Protective Custody Unit. Riker’s Island, NY

    Dear Kima,
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    I hope you are okay. I got your letter. I read about the baby and I am so sorry. I wanted to come to your court dates, but Cess has been having some of his own troubles out here and I’ve just been caught up. Anyway, I know you asked for some money on your books and I’m going to try to do that as soon as possible.
    About that other thing you asked me about. I finally caught up with Kori. I had to search for his ass because he moved. Of course when I finally found him, he was with another woman already. I guess it didn’t take him long to figure out that you were not coming home so he moved right on to the next one. Sorry for telling you this, I just want to be honest with you, like I promised I always would.
    Anyway, Kori made it clear that he wants no parts of you or the case. He said hiring his lawyer to defend you would be like admitting he was guilty. He didn’t seem remorseful about the baby either. He handed me two hundred dollars and told me to take care of your commissary. Yes, two hundred dollars for your life. Can you believe that bullshit? I know you must be getting angrier and angrier as you read this shit. I couldn’t believe the audacity of that motherfucker so I threw the money right back at him. He was looking really well- dressed to death in his usual name brand shit. He was rocking some big, gaudy diamond watch and a different chain from the last time I saw him with you. Oh, yeah, and he got a new car. I think it’s a Bentley, but I can’t be sure. I guess he found a way to make some money after all.
    I also saw Smoke. He wanted to come and see you, but I told him I didn’t know how you would feel about that. I am going to try to visit you before they send you upstate. I know you told me that you already got sentenced and that Riker’s was only the holding jail, so I’m gonna try to hurry up and come. I can’t believe they gave you that much time for just driving a car with drugs in it. They know you didn’t get the drugs yourself. Seems to me, women get harsher sentences and are doing hard time for being drug mules, while the real drug dealers and so-called kingpins get away with a slap on the wrist. Shit, I thought when they tried to revise those fucking Rockefeller drug laws it would’ve made shit better for girls like you. I guess not. I am going to reach out to that organization you told me about, the one that advocates for women like you caught in these situations with severe sentences and doing hard time behind a man.
    I’m so glad you thought to write me, because I would’ve never known what was going on with you. Grandmother didn’t have anything positive to say about your situation, so I won’t bother repeating it. I promise to be there for you as much as I can. Please stay strong. As for Kori, we will figure something out. If not, God will deliver justice to his ass. Please stay strong