Chapter 3
Diamond walked to the club's entrance with a frown on her face. The line to get inside was around the corner. She quickly took a glance at each of the bouncers' faces to see if she knew one of them so she wouldn't have to wait on the long-ass line. “Fuck!” She headed to the back of the line, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement with each step.
Just as she reached the back of the line, she heard a familiar voice say, “I know you not about to wait on this long-ass line.”
Diamond turned around, and in front of her stood the handsome man from the other night, and once again he was looking fine as ever. “Well, how else am I supposed to get in?” she said with a slight attitude.
“Follow me,” Perry said as he headed toward the club's entrance.
Diamond followed close behind. When they reached the entrance, Perry leaned in and whispered something in one of the bouncers' ear. Then he turned to face Diamond. “Go inside, and I'm going to catch up with you later on.”
“Thank you,” Diamond said seductively as she walked inside the club.
Diamond stepped inside the club and saw that it was already packed inside. “Damn,” she said, squeezing and bumping her way through the live crowd until she reached the bar, where she ordered her drink. She then turned towards the crowd and watched other partygoers get their freak on. She took her drink from the bartender then disappeared back into the crowd. She found a seat on the couch over in the corner.
Before she could even sit down, a fight broke out. The crowd in the middle of the dance floor formed a circle as the two men went blow for blow until three big bouncers came and broke up the fight.
“Damn!” Diamond huffed. She hated that whenever too many black people got together the outcome was always violence.
Once the fight was broken up, everyone continued to get their party on like nothing ever happened.
She noticed Perry heading in her direction.
“Damn! I been looking all over for you,” he said with a smile. “Why you over here hiding in the cut?”
“I don't like being all up in the spotlight. That's not even my flow.” She took a sip of her drink.
“Well, I'm glad to know we have at least one thing in common.” Perry smiled. “What's that you drinking?”
“Wine,” Diamond answered quickly.
“What kind?”
“Moscato.”
Perry grabbed a bouncer that stood close to him and whispered something in his ear.
“So do you like own this place or something?” Diamond noticed Perry seemed to be calling shots.
“Actually, I do,” Perry told her.
Seconds later the bouncer returned with a bottle of Moscato. “Good looking.” Perry took the bottle from him and handed it to Diamond.
“Thank you.”
“It's nothing,” Perry said, fanning her off.
Little did Diamond know, but Perry was paid, and didn't mind spending money. He'd been rich for so long that he spent money like it was nothing.
Seconds later the club went crazy when Lloyd Banks' song, “Beamer, Benz, or Bentley,” came blaring through the speakers. Perry grabbed Diamond's hand and pulled her up out of her seat. Immediately Diamond's started gyrating her hips to the beat, the whole time looking Perry in his eyes.
“Damn!” Perry mumbled when he saw how effortlessly Diamond's ass began to jiggle as she swayed her hips.
Diamond got low and grinded her ass up against Perry's penis as she put it on him. And Perry held his own on the dance floor, until another fight broke out, causing the DJ to stop the music.
“Come on, let's get up out of here and get us something to eat,” Perry said as he grabbed Diamond's hand and led her outside.
“Hold up.” Diamond went back and grabbed her bottle of Moscato then returned back by Perry's side.
“Let's get up out of here,” he said as he led her towards the exit. Once outside Perry led Diamond to his all-black 745 BMW.
“What about my car?” Diamond asked.
“After we eat, I'll swing back around here and drop you off to your car.” Perry opened up the passenger door for her then slid behind the wheel.
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Deuce pulled up in front of Carmen's house and saw Kendu sitting on the steps with his head buried in his hands. “Damn,” he mumbled, feeling bad for his friend and partner in crime. Inside he felt like a fucked up person, but on the outside he knew he had to get paid by any means necessary, especially since Kendu always turned down all of his ideas. Deuce loved Kendu like a brother, but he loved money more, and decided that he would no longer be looked over, or have his ideas put on the back burner. It was now his time to shine.
He slipped out the driver's seat and walked over to the front of the house where Kendu sat. “My nigga, you a'ight?” Deuce asked, his voice full of concern.
“They damn near killed her,” Kendu said, raising his head from his hands. “When I find out who was behind this shit, I'm going to leave his brains on the curb.”
“Whatever you wanna do, you know I'm down to ride,” Deuce told him. “You think that nigga Dirty Black had something to do with this?”
“I don't know, but you better believe I'm going to find out.” Kendu had robbed plenty of people in his day, but now he was on the other side of the coin and didn't like it at all.
“You wanna run down on something tonight?” Deuce asked.
“Nah. I'm just gonna go home and think about what just happened.” He gave Deuce a pound, slid in his Acura, and peeled off.
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Kendu pulled up in front of his house, and immediately noticed that Diamond's car wasn't in the driveway. “Where the fuck she at?” He hopped out his car and entered his house. Kendu stepped in the crib and smelled Diamond's perfume throughout the house. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number.
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Diamond sat in the small restaurant checking Perry out on the low while she cut up her steak. Damn!
This nigga even look good while he's eating.
Perry chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that? I got a booger in my nose or something?”
“No. I'm just sitting here wondering why a handsome man like yourself don't have a girlfriend or a wife.”
“Because I'm very picky. A lot of women want me, I'm not going to lie, but I can tell if it's for all the wrong reasons or not.”
“Oh really?” Diamond said sarcastically.
Perry smiled. “Really.”
As Diamond spoke, Perry sized her up, and instantly he could tell that Diamond wasn't like the average woman. She seemed like a real and down-to-earth woman, and all that did was turn him on even more. “So what do you like to do for fun?”
“Anything that's fun.” Diamond heard her cell phone ringing. She pulled it out of her purse, and when she saw Kendu's name flashing across the screen, she quickly sent him to her voice mail.
“Was that him?”
“Yes,” Diamond said, keeping it real. She had no reason to lie, especially since she had already told him that she was married from the beginning.
“Well, I'm guessing you have to leave.”
“Nah, I'm straight,” Diamond said. “He'll be all right until I get there.”
Perry laughed. He loved how Diamond carried herself. “So, after tonight, will I be able to see you again?”
Diamond smirked. “How you know if I even want to see you again?”
“Because I know you do.” Perry sipped his orange juice.
“We'll see,” Diamond replied as she finished up her food. “No promises, though.”
“I can live with that.” Perry dropped some bills on the table then stood up. “Let me get you back to your car before I get you killed.”
Diamond sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, but she knew that if she didn't get home soon she would definitely be in big trouble. More trouble than she was already in.
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Perry pulled back up to the club, right next to Diamond's car. “So this is it for now, I guess”
“Yeah,” Diamond said. “I definitely had a wonderful time with you tonight.”
“The first of many.”
Diamond smirked as she slid out the car. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Perry watched her get in her car and pull off.
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Diamond pulled into her driveway, and immediately she noticed that the living room light was on, which meant Kendu was still up. “I hope this nigga don't be on no bullshit when I get in there.”
She stepped foot in the house and saw Kendu sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Grey Goose in front of him. “Hey, baby,” she said as she hung up her jacket on the coat rack that stood by the door.
“Hey, baby,
my ass!”
Kendu snarled. “Where the fuck you been? And why the fuck you ain't answer the phone when I called you?”
“I went out to the club, and when you called me I didn't hear my phone ring.” Diamond noticed blood on Kendu's shirt. “What happened to you?”
“All of our fuckin' money is gone,” Kendu said in a low voice, his head hung low. Right now he was at his lowest point and didn't know what to do.
“Hold on, hold on,” Diamond said as she sat down across from Kendu. “What you mean, all of our money is gone? And why is there blood on your shirt?”
“Carmen called me earlier. Somebody broke into her house, beat her half to death, and took all of our money.” Kendu took a swig from the bottle. “They emptied out the whole safe.”
Instantly Diamond felt stupid for being mad at him, but she just couldn't help herself. She'd automatically imagined Carmen and Kendu having sex. “How much did they take?”
“Sixty-nine thousand,” Kendu replied, shaking his head.
“Damn! And you don't know who could've done this?”
“Nah, but I got a few cats in mind.” Kendu took another swig. “I'ma get to the bottom of this, trust me.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“YeahâAnswer your muthafuckin' phone when I call you.”
“You got it, daddy.” Diamond grabbed his hand. “You know I'm here until the end, right?”
“Yeah, I know, baby.” Kendu he kissed her hand. “But I am going to need you to slow down with the outrageous spending for a while until I get this shit back in order.”
“Consider it done, baby,” Diamond said. “Now let's get you upstairs and up out of these bloody clothes.”
Upstairs she watched Kendu as he lay across the bed with an angry look on his face. She knew if he ever found out who was responsible for the robbery, he was definitely going to kill them. For the rest of the night Diamond lay in the bed with Kendu in complete silence. Not knowing what to say, she didn't want to upset him anymore than he already was.
Chapter 4
Kendu pulled up a block away from his trap house. He looked through his rearview mirror and saw Deuce pull up directly behind him. He slid out of his car looking over both shoulders as him, and Deuce walked around to the back door of the trap house. Kendu did the special knock, and seconds later a big strong-looking guy with a baby face answered the door.
“What's good, big homie?” The big man stepped to the side so Kendu and Deuce could enter.
“Where the fuck that nigga Spider at?” Kendu asked, looking around. This time things were in much better order and looked a lot more organized.
Seconds later Spider came trotting down the stairs with his pants hanging off his ass. “What's good, five?” he said, giving Kendu and Deuce some dap.
“I took a hit the other day,” Kendu said. “Anybody heard anything about that?”
“I heard about what happened,” Spider replied. “But I ain't heard shit about who was behind that shit.”
“A'ight. Keep your ear to the streets for me.”
“You know I got you, but for real, though”âSpider pausedâ“that shit sound like it was an inside job. I mean, who knew where your stash was?”
“Just me and Deuce.”
Immediately all eyes were on Deuce.
“Fuck outta here!” Deuce said. “I was with Kendu all day that day. We were only apart for an hour, if that.”
“He's right,” Kendu quickly interjected. “Some hungry niggas was probably watching me, and I got caught slipping.”
An hour was way more than enough time for Deuce to have kicked in Carmen's door and cleaned out his safe, but Kendu refused to let that thought even creep into his mind. Him and Deuce grew up together, so no way would, or could, his friend cross him like that.
“Shit been moving lately, though,” Spider said, changing the subject. He handed Kendu a big wad of cash.
“That's what I'm talking about.” Kendu quickly thumbed through the bills. “I'ma need you to stay on your grind,” he said, giving Spider a pound.
Before Kendu could say another word, a young lookout came busting in through the front door. “Yo!” the lookout said in an out-of-breath voice, “Dirty Black just pulled up!”
Immediately a little bit of fear crept into Kendu's heart, but he had to hold it down, since his whole crew was watching him. “The nigga outside right now?” Kendu snatched his .45 from his waistband.
The lookout nodded his head yes, a scared look on his face.
Kendu cocked his .45 as he headed to the front door. He stepped outside and saw Dirty Black leaning on his silver Benz with a smirk on his face. Next to him stood a six-feet-seven monster whose whole body looked like it was one solid muscle, and across the street sat a car full of goons waiting for Kendu to act up, so they could have a reason to kill him.
Kendu walked up to Dirty Black with his .45 by his side, and Deuce a few steps behind him. “What's good?” Kendu asked, stopping a few feet away from Dirty Black.
“Put that muthafuckin' gun away before I take that shit and kill you with it!” The big man took two steps forward, making the muscles in his chest jump in the process.
Kendu looked across the street at the car full of goons and decided to do as he was told.
“Fall back, Amazon,” Dirty Black said, calling the big man off.
“So what's up?” Kendu asked.
“What's up is, I came to collect the money you owe me.” Dirty Black had already peeped all the traffic that Kendu's trap house was drawing.
Dirty Black favored the rapper Flavor Flav, except instead of a Vikings hat, he wore a brand-new Yankee fitted and a lot of jewelry, the same jewelry that kept him surrounded by beautiful women.
“What money?” Kendu said, acting dumbfounded.
“Nigga!” Dirty Black huffed. “Don't fuckin' play with me! You know exactly what I'm talking about. You took something from one of my workers that belonged to me. And I want it back.”
“I just took a hit the other day andâ”
“Not my problem,” Dirty Black said, quickly cutting him off. “You got two months to come up with my money.”
“Damn! Fifty grand in two months. That's a lot of money,” Kendu said.
Immediately Dirty Black and Amazon busted out laughing.
“Fifty? Nah, nigga. You gotta pay another fifty just for taking it, and another fifty for me just letting you live, so the total is now one fifty.”
“A $150 grand? How am I supposed to come up with that type of money in two months?”
“That's not my problem,” Dirty Black said with a smirk on his face. “I'll be in touch.” And he and Amazon slid back in the whip and peeled off.
“Fuck!” Kendu cursed loudly. He knew it would be damn near impossible for him to come up with that money in such a small space of time without him going to jail or being killed in the process.
“We gon' figure something out,” Deuce said, feeling sorry for his partner.
“What we going to figure out?” Kendu snapped. “Basically I have two more months to live!”
“We just going to have to go extra hard out here in these streets.” Deuce looked at Kendu for a response. He wished there was a way he could get the money for Kendu, but the reality was, it was going to be damn near impossible to get up that kind of money in such a short amount of time.
“I'ma holla at you later. I gotta go home and think.” Kendu gave Deuce a pound and headed over towards his car.
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“Please, don't do this. Please. I have a family!” the beautiful light-skinned woman begged.
Perry stood over her, shaking his head. In his hands he held an electrical saw. “Don't start begging now,” he said, making the saw come to life.
“I have money!” she yelled out.
Perry smirked. “That's your problem. Yâall think because y'all have money and looks that can kill, you can do whatever and treat people however.” He huffed as he placed some duct tape over her mouth then aimed the saw down at the woman's ankles. The woman's eyes got as big saucers when she felt the saw cutting through her ankle.
Once Perry got finished with the woman's ankles, he moved up to her knee caps. A smirk danced on his lips as the blood from the woman's legs splashed up on his face. “I'm sick and tired of you bitches acting as if yâall run the fuckin' world!” he said through clenched teeth.
Once Perry was done he pulled a straight razor from his pocket and carved the woman's face up like he did to all of his victims. “Bitch!” Perry growled as he walked over to the bath room and looked at his bloody face in the mirror. He just shook his head as he grabbed a washrag and slowly washed the blood from his face.
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Diamond sat on the couch having herself a glass of wine as she watched the news. “What the fuck?” she said out loud as she heard the news report about another woman turning up dead with her face all sliced up. “Who the fuck just goes around cutting bitches up?” she thought out loud.
She took another sip of her wine as she heard Kendu coming through the front door. “Hey, baby,” Diamond sang as she ran and met her husband at the door, her ass jiggling all the way to the door in her orange boy shorts and wife-beater.
“Hey, what's up?” Kendu hugged Diamond weakly.
“What's wrong, baby?” she asked, sensing something was wrong.
“The question is, what ain't wrong?” Kendu walked over to the kitchen table.
“Talk to me, baby. What's up?”
“That nigga Dirty Black came to pay me a little visit today.” Kendu took Diamond's glass of wine and downed it. “Muthafucka talking about I got two months to pay him back $150 grand, when I only took fifty grand from him in the first place.”
“What kind of shit is that?” Diamond asked, her face crumpled up. “So what we going to do?”
“It's only one thing we can do,” Kendu said, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I'm going to have to kill Dirty Black.”
“Oh my God!” Diamond sighed. “Baby, can't we just move?”
“Nah, we ain't moving nowhere, baby. I'm going to figure something out,” Kendu told her.
Deep down inside Kendu didn't know what his next move was going to be. He knew it was going to be damn near impossible to get up the $150 grand in such a short amount of time, and he also knew that trying to kill Dirty Black would end up being just as hard. But at the end of the day, he knew he would have to do something. The question was, what?
“Don't worry, daddy. We'll come up with something. I'll get a job if you need me to.”
“Nah, baby, I don't need you doing all that.” Kendu went into deep thought. “I'll figure something out, like I always do.”
“Well, whatever I have to do to help I'm going to do it.” Diamond hated to see her husband worried. He said he had everything under control, but she knew his pride wouldn't allow him to ask for help.
“I'ma go upstairs and chill for a minute.” Kendu poured himself a glass of wine before heading upstairs.
Once Kendu disappeared upstairs, Diamond grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge and followed him upstairs.
“Take all that shit off!” she demanded, standing directly in front of Kendu.
Her aggressiveness forced him to crack a smile. “You got it, baby,” he said, doing as he was told.
Diamond aggressively grabbed Kendu's dick and placed it in her mouth. She moaned like it was her first home-cooked meal in years. “You like that, daddy?” she asked, looking up in his eyes.
“Damn, baby!” Kendu groaned, looking down at her.
Diamond grabbed the wine bottle and poured some on his dick. She quickly slurped as much of it off as possible, as she sucked the shit out of his dick, moaning loudly the whole time.
After about ten minutes of that, Diamond quickly hopped up on her feet and bent over and grabbed her ankles. And Kendu smoothly eased up behind her and slid inside of her.
“Damn!” he moaned, sliding in and out of her wet walls, enjoying every second of it. When he felt himself getting ready to come, he sped up his strokes. Then as he pulled out, he grunted and came all over Diamond's ass. “Damn!” he said out of breath, flopping backwards on the bed.
“Who's the best?” Diamond asked with a smirk on her face as she headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
“You are, baby,” Kendu said, his eyes closed.