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Authors: Boston George

 
 
Diamond drove back to Perry's house in complete silence. All she could think about was Kendu. Of course she still loved him, but she just couldn't deal with his lying to her about Carmen and all his other women anymore. As much as she tried to push Kendu out of her mind, it was no use. He held a special place in her heart.
“Fuck him!” Diamond said out loud as she pulled up in Perry's driveway and let the engine die.
As she stepped inside Perry's crib, she immediately began to think about how good Perry treated her, compared to Kendu. She loved that, whatever she wanted, Perry would make sure she had it, no questions asked. She walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of wine as she headed upstairs so she could hop in the hot tub.
Before Diamond got in the hot tub, she decided she was going to be nosy and look all around Perry's crib. She kicked off her shoes and let her feet sink into the plush carpet as she walked through the house. She went from room to room looking inside closets, drawers, and everything. She thought there was something he wasn't telling her, so she searched his crib in hope of finding a woman's clothes and jewelry laying around.
After about twenty minutes of searching, Diamond came up empty. “Damn! Well, I guess this nigga is keeping it real with me,” she said to herself as she looked straight ahead and saw the basement door. Immediately, she remembered that she had never been down there. Her curiosity quickly got the better of her.
She slowly walked over to the basement and turned the doorknob. “Fuck!” She cursed loudly when she realized the door was locked. “It must still be flooded down there.” She shrugged her shoulders and went upstairs so she could relax in the hot tub.
 
 
Diamond stepped out the hot tub with a towel wrapped around her breasts and entered the bedroom. She stopped in mid-stride and grabbed her chest and took a deep breath.
“Damn! You scared the shit outta me,” she said, looking at Perry, who sat on the bed with a bottle of red wine in his hand.
“I'm sorry, baby.” Perry turned up the bottle and took a deep sip. “I knew you was in the hot tub. I didn't want to bother you,” he said as he stood.
“Well, you got here just in time,” Diamond said in a sexually charged voice. She let her towel drop to the floor.
Perry licked his lips and took another sip of the wine as he watched Diamond approach him. Diamond didn't speak, she just walked up to him, slid down to her knees and began to undo his belt buckle.
“What you doing, baby?” Perry asked with a smirk on his face as he felt his nature begin to rise.
“Shut the fuck up!” Diamond growled in her sexy voice. She began licking the tip of Perry's dick, working her tongue like a rattlesnake. “You like that, baby?”
Before Perry could reply, she took him all the way in her mouth as she tightly gripped the base of his dick and began jerking it, while the head of his dick rested in her mouth.
“Ohhhhh shit!” Perry moaned as he looked down and watched Diamond handle her business. He loved how she sucked, slobbed, and slurped all over his dick. “You love your dick?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmmm.” Diamond continued to suck the shit out of his dick, never missing a beat.
“Your dick taste good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Perry took another swig from his bottle of red wine, before he poured some on his dick. He watched as Diamond slurped it all off, trying not to let a drop hit the floor.
“Look at me, baby!” Perry grabbed a handful of Diamond's hair and began to fuck her mouth like never before.
Diamond moaned loudly, looking up at Perry the whole time as he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. Perry aggressively stroked her mouth until he finally exploded in it. “Awwwwww!!” he groaned as his come shot out.
Diamond sucked out every last drop before swallowing it like it was nothing.
“Damn! That was the best head I ever got in whole life,” Perry said, breathing heavily.
“It's plenty more where that came from.” Diamond winked as she picked up the bottle of wine and took a deep swig.
“Can I ask you a question?” Perry asked, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed.
Diamond took another sip. “Yeah. What's up?”
“How long you going to keep wearing that wedding ring?”
“Damn! My bad. I didn't even know I still had it on. I've never taken off my ring, so I guess it was just kind of a habit,” she said, struggling to get the ring off her finger. After about the fourth try, the ring finally slipped off. “Is that better?”
“Much better.” Perry smiled as he leaned over and kissed Diamond on her lips.
 
 
“I'm going to ask you one more time.” Dirty Black punched the Spanish man named Hector in his face again. “Who was that who shot at me the other night?”
“I swear to God, I don't know,” Hector pleaded, scared for his life. “I got shot at too. I was with y'all, remember?” He looked around the room at the sea of angry black faces.
“We was on your block, so that makes you responsible.” Dirty Black grabbed the .357 that one of his goons handed him. “Last chance.”
“I swear on my grandmother's grave, I don't—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Dirty Black pulled the trigger, popping Hector's top like a Heineken. “Lyin' muthafucka! I want y'all niggas to get to the bottom of this for me.Whoever pulled that trigger, I want him or them brought to me ASAP!” He handed the dirty gun to Amazon, as the whole crew exited the small Bronx apartment.
Dirty Black stepped out the apartment building with an angry look on his face. He still couldn't believe somebody had the audacity to try to kill him. As him and his crew headed to their vehicles, he heard somebody calling his name. He looked over and saw Mousey leaning up against a silver Benz alongside two of his goons.
“Fuck you want, li'l nigga? I'm busy right now,” Dirty Black said, not even giving Mousey enough respect to stop while he spoke.
“Yo', I said I need to talk to you, son!” Mousey said louder than he needed to, to get the point across that he wasn't playing.
Immediately Amazon, Kendu, and the rest of the crew looked at Mousey like he was crazy.
Amazon huffed. “Fuck you just said, li'l nigga?” as he headed over in Mousey's direction.
Dirty Black stopped him. He walked over to Mousey with a smirk on his face. “Fuck you want?”
“I need you to front me a hundred grams. I'm fucked up right now,” Mousey said seriously.
“Nigga, you called me over here to ask me that?” Dirty Black said, ready to smack the shit outta the clown who stood in front of him.
“Oh, you too good to look out for a old friend now? You suppose to take care of the hood. What happen to looking out for your own peoples?”
“Nigga, you ain't my peoples. The only reason I ain't split your wig yet is because I used to run with your uncle Big Time back in the day before he got locked up.”
“If I go back and tell him this, I don't think he would appreciate it,” Mousey said with a little smirk on his face. He knew that his uncle Big Time would be getting released from prison in two weeks, that's why he was talking slick.
“Tell him what you want.” Dirty Black was clearly getting upset. “I don't give a fuck!”
“A'ight, I'ma see you around,” Mousey said, looking Dirty Black up and down.
Before Mousey could even turn to walk away, he felt a punch to the side of his head. He struggled to stay on his feet as he leaned up against his car for support.
Amazon and Kendu quickly pulled out their guns, just in case any of Mousey's goons were feeling a little froggy.
Everyone just looked on as Dirty Black beat the shit out of Mousey like he was a child. “Watch your fuckin' mouth when you talk to me!” Dirty Black snarled as he gave Mousey one last kick to his face before walking off, leaving him laid out in the middle of the street in a puddle of his own blood.
“These young niggas is outta control!” Dirty Black huffed from the passenger seat.
The truth of the matter was, Dirty Black never liked Mousey. He'd just been ignoring him out of respect for his uncle, but Mousey had crossed the line and had to get dealt with.
“Fuck that clown,” Amazon said from behind the wheel. “I don't know why you ain't let me clap that nigga.”
“Bigger fish to fry right now,” Dirty Black reminded him. “I still need y'all to hit the street and find out who tried to kill me.”
As Dirty Black and Amazon sat up front talking over their problems, Kendu sat in the back of the truck in deep thought. Half of his mind was on Diamond and what she was doing that very moment, while the other half of his mind was on Deuce and his whereabouts.
As Amazon drove, Kendu noticed they were cruising right by Deuce's crib. “Yo', pull over real quick,” Kendu said.
“Why?” Amazon questioned, peeking at him through the rearview mirror.
“I gotta take care of something real quick.”
Dirty Black signaled Amazon to pull over with a head nod, and the big man did as he was told. Kendu slid from the backseat and walked up to the passenger window. “I‘ma swing by the spot later on, a'ight.”
“Say no more.” Dirty Black gave Kendu dap then the dark tinted window rolled up.
Kendu walked down the block towards Deuce's crib. If something was up with Deuce, he planned on finding out. As soon as he walked up on Deuce's apartment, he could hear Cam'ron and Vado's new mixtape blasting from inside the crib.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
As Kendu waited for someone to answer the door, he quickly checked his cell phone, making sure he had service and hadn't missed a call from Diamond.
Seconds later, a man wearing no shirt answered the door. “What's up?”
“Where Deuce at?” Looking past the man inside the apartment, Kendu could see about six other men.
“He busy right now.”
“No Shirt” went to close the door, but Kendu quickly stuck his Nike boot in the door. “I need to talk to him now!”
No Shirt could see in Kendu's eyes that he wasn't playing and meant business. “A'ight, hold on.” He stepped to the side so Kendu could enter. “Wait right here. I'll go get him.” No shirt disappeared in the back.
Immediately Kendu got weird and angry stares from the other men in the apartment. His hand quickly rested on his waistline, where he gripped his .45 as he continued to wait.
Seconds later Deuce appeared from the back room. “What's good, my nigga?” he said, holding out his hand for dap.
“Fuck you got going on up here?” Kendu asked, leaving Deuce hanging.
“You been acting funny lately, so I opened up shop with the ‘piff,'” Deuce said nonchalantly.
“So you opened up shop on your own without hollering at me or nothing?” Kendu asked. “I thought we was a team?”
Deuce looked him up and down. “We ain't been a team ever since you started fuckin' with that clown, Dirty Black.”
“And you know exactly why I'm dealing with him in the first place,” Kendu reminded him.
“A'ight. Just like you gotta do what you gotta do, so do I.” Deuce scowled. “You not the only one with ideas.”
Kendu couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Word? It's like that?”
“Just like that.”
A smirk danced on Kendu's lip as he stared at Deuce for about ten seconds. Then he turned and headed out the door. A thousand thoughts ran through Kendu's mind. He couldn't understand Deuce's change of heart. “Fuck it! If he wanna do his own thing, then fuck it!” Kendu said to himself as he flagged down a cab.
Kendu sat in the back of the cab just reflecting on everything that had happened to him in the past couple of months.

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