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question after question at me, tears streaming down her plump cheeks.
    â€œNah . . . you know they ain’t letting me stay in the area,” I lied. “These programs don’t work like that. How they gon’ rehabilitate me if I go back to my old stomping grounds,” I continued deceptively.
    â€œWell, I have to tell you something too,” Dugan said through her tears. “I was going to wait and just show you, but I guess I have to tell you now,” she said, all cryptic and shit. I looked at her strangely, my face crumpled in confusion.
    â€œI’m pregnant, Todd,” she cried. I moved my head to the side and looked at her like she was crazy as hell.
    â€œAnd it’s your baby,” she finished. My knees got weak. What the fuck else was going to go wrong in my life? “So you better try and find a way to make it back to the state because I’m definitely keeping this baby.”
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    LaBeckie and his pig cronies picked me up on the low two days later. I had not been able to sleep, eat, or think straight since Dugan told me she was pregnant. Between that news and this so-called mission LaBeckie was putting me on, my nerves were fried.
    The night they came through to get me, I was whisked out of my bunk and out of the prison in the dead of night. They ain’t want niggas behind bars to know where I disappeared to and start sending kites to the streets that the cops took me out. Any street nigga worth a damn would know right away that it meant I was on some snitching shit. We all know how much the streets talk and how fast shit gets back. I couldn’t afford for that to happen because the street niggas I knew wouldn’t think twice about blowing my cap back.
    LaBeckie made it seem like what he wanted me to do was easy breezy and shit. He would say that I had a simple assignment: set up the Russian muthafucka that I had been getting all my guns from and turn him over to the pigs. I don’t know what made this pig LaBeckie think it was going to be that easy. I guess he had gotten spoiled working with that nigga Jock. See, Jock was able to give LaBeckie and Dray and the feds my name, my movements, and all that, but I had never put Jock on to my connect, Abraham Klitni-cov, or Abe, as I called the nigga, so they were never able to get the main source of the guns. Having me locked up apparently wasn’t enough. I guess they saw that the guns was still making it to the streets, which told me, there was just some new street cat to contend with that had taken my crown and started wearing it.
    When LaBeckie offered me the deal to get out if I agreed to set Abe up, it wasn’t like I could refuse. LaBeckie was threatening my son’s life. Lil Todd was the one person I still had to live for. Basically, I was blackmailed into becoming a snitch. Some people would just suffer their fate rather than snitch, but me, I wasn’t willing to have my son suffer because I wasn’t willing to snitch. I would’ve died for my son and that was the God’s honest truth.
    As we drove from the prison ground and made it to the city, I could not stop thinking about Dugan telling me she was pregnant. I knew I didn’t love her, but the one thing about me a nigga should know is if I had any seeds anywhere, I was going to take care of them all . I had it in my mind that I was going to get at her whenever this LaBeckie muthafucka stopped breathing down my neck. I was going to make sure I made a way to see Dugan and keep her up while she was carrying my seed. It was the least I could do.
    LaBeckie had his driver pull up to a small one-family house in the Church Street section of Norfolk. I ducked and weaved my head around so I could see just where the fuck they was gon’ have me laying my head. I mean, anywhere was probably better than prison, but a nigga had to make sure it was gon’ be safe and secure and decent. So far, from what I could see, the neighborhood looked like