Perry then pressed the steaming hot iron on the woman's face and held it there. He listened to the flesh sizzle on the hot iron as he held it down on her face. After holding the iron down for over a minute, he removed it, along with half of the woman's face.
He then removed his razor from his pocket and went to work on what was left of her face. “You dirty-ass bitch!” he growled, slicing the woman's throat.
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Kendu reached the location where Dirty Black and his crew hung out at and knocked on the door.
Seconds later some ugly black nigga answered the door. “Fuck you want?” he asked, a frown on his face.
“I'm here to see Dirty Black,” Kendu replied, not in the mood to play around with the ugly man.
The ugly guy looked Kendu up and down. “Nah, fam. Ain't no Dirty Black here.” The ugly guy tried to close the door.
But Kendu stuck his foot inside before it closed. “Yo', I don't got time to be playing. Tell that nigga Dirty Black that Kendu is out here to see him!”
The ugly guy looked at Kendu like he was crazy and swung on him, punching him on the side of his head. Kendu took the punch well and fired back with a quick two-piece. The two then went blow for blow, each one taking the next man's best punch.
“Yo', these niggas out in the hallway getting busy!” a young shooter announced, causing everybody to run in the hallway and watch the fight.
Dirty Black and the rest of his crew quickly rushed out into the hallway in time to see Kendu catch the ugly guy with one last punch before he dropped low and scooped his legs from up under him, then dumped him on his head, causing them to erupt in a loud “Ooooooooooh!”
“Yo', go break that shit up.” Dirty Black nodded at Amazon.
Amazon got in between the two men and separated them with ease. “Y'all niggas chill the fuck out!” he boomed.
“I'ma kill you, muthafucka!” the ugly guy yelled, knowing Kendu got the better of him.
“Yo', chill the fuck out,” Dirty Black said to the ugly guy. He walked over to Kendu and draped his arm over his shoulder. “I like how you handled that back there.”
“I'm just here to get to business,” Kendu stated plainly.
“Follow me,” Dirty Black said with a smirk on his face.
Dirty Black knew he was getting over on Kendu, because the man was in a bind, and Dirty Black knew his crew was too strong for him to be touched. He sat behind his desk with a smile on his face.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing.” Dirty Black scribbled something down on a piece of paper and slid it to Kendu.
“What's this?”
“Some clown named Gansta Tone just got out of jail and call himself taking back his old block, which happens to belong to me now.” Dirty Black paused. “I need you to get this muthafucka the fuck up off my corner, and I need you to do it quickly.”
“A'ight, I got you,” Kendu said as he stood up to leave.
“You need a ratchet?”
“Nah, I got heat,” Kendu replied as he made his exit.
“Holla at me when that's done.” Dirty Black watched Kendu make his exit. He knew Gansta Tone didn't play, so this job was a test to see exactly what Kendu was made of. If he failed, then that would cost him his life, and if he passed, he just lived another day to complete another mission.
Chapter 7
Diamond entered the empty club and immediately spotted Perry, talking to a few employees.. She knew she had no business working in the nightclub, but her husband's life depended on it, or at least she thought it did.
“Hey, what's up?” Perry asked with a smile on his face.
“Ready to get to work,” Diamond replied, looking around.
“Good. 'Cause it's going to be packed up in here tonight.”
“So what you need me to do?”
“Basically take orders at the bar. If you need any help, Monica will help you.” He nodded over at the light-skinned woman who stood behind the bar. “Just relax. You're gonna do fine.”
“Okay, no problem,” Diamond said as she walked over and joined Monica behind the bar. She didn't have a clue, but she planned on doing the best she could.
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Kendu cruised past the block that Gansta Tone was supposed to be on. Immediately he spotted the Spanish man with long braids that came down to the middle of his back. Gansta Tone stood on the block with a few of his workers, and just by looking at him Kendu could tell that the man didn't play no games, and was about his business. The way his team flocked around him told Kendu that Gansta Tone was a powerful man. This job wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be.
Kendu parked his car about a block away from where Gansta Tone and his crew stood. He quickly loaded his .45 and tossed his hood on the top of his head as he slid out of his car.
Gansta Tone sat, leaned up against his Escalade, talking to his workers, when he noticed a man wearing a hoody walking swiftly in their direction. “Yo', who this right here?” he asked, his hand immediately sliding to his waistline.
Kendu noticed how Gansta Tone and his crew tensed up as he approached. “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath as he walked past Gansta Tone and his crew and headed inside the building. “Fuck it!” he said to himself. He would just have to wait until Tone and his crew came into the building.
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Two hours later Kendu saw Tone finally making his way towards the building. “About fuckin' time.” He pulled out his .45 and waited.
“Yo', I'll be right back,” Tone said as he headed towards his building. “I gotta go upstairs and finish bagging up. Y'all niggas, hold it down out here until I get back.”
Tone reached his building and popped open the door. He entered the building, and before he could turn the corner, he saw the barrel of a .45 in his face.
“What the fuck!?” Gansta Tone growled before he saw the muzzle on the gun flash and heard a loud
BOOM!
Kendu watched Tone's body drop to the ground as blood and brains splattered all over the mailbox and wall. As soon as Tone's body hit the ground, he exited the building, running full speed. Next thing you know, he heard gunshots ringing out. He looked up and saw Gansta Tone's crew shooting at him. He immediately returned fire before hopping over the fence and making his getaway on foot, leaving the stolen car he'd come in.
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“Thanks, girl for helping me out tonight,” Diamond said. The night ended up being harder than she expected.
“Don't mention it, girl,” Monica replied. “I think you did pretty good for your first day.”
“Yeah, give me about a week, and I'll have this whole thing mapped out.” Diamond grabbed her jacket as she got ready to leave.
“Okay, girl, I'll see you tomorrow.”
As soon as Diamond stepped foot in the parking lot, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly turned around and grabbed her heart in relief when she saw it was only Perry. “Don't sneak up on me like that. You scared the shit outta me,” she said with a smile.
“My bad. You know I gotta make sure you get to your car safe,” he said. “So how did you like your first day?”
“It was cool. My feet hurt.”
“Well, maybe you should let me rub them one day.” Perry stepped in way closer than he needed to be.
“That's why I have a husband,” Diamond replied with a smirk. She hopped behind the wheel of her car. “See you tomorrow.” She waved as she pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Perry standing there.
Perry stood in the parking lot and watched Diamond pull off. His patience was running thin. He had to have Diamond and soon. It was just something about her that made her different from all the other arrogant women that he'd killed for no reason. Perry knew he had a sick problem, but for some strange reason he felt that she might be the one to help him with it. He just felt, with Diamond on his side, nothing else mattered.
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Diamond pulled into her driveway and quickly exited her vehicle and headed inside the house. She was tired, and just wanted to hop in the shower and go straight to sleep. She walked in the door and was startled when she saw Kendu sitting at the table with blood on his shirt.
“Oh my God! Baby, are you all right?” She rushed over to Kendu's side.
“Bitch, where the fuck you been at all night?” Kendu barked. “It's muthafuckin' four o'clock in the morning.”
Diamond said the first thing that came to her mind. “IâIâI was at the club.”
Kendu quickly shot up from his seat and forcefully grabbed her throat and pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. “Don't fuckin' play with me!” He growled. “You don't even have on your club clothes, so where the fuck you been? And don't lie!”
“Get your fuckin' hands off of me!” Diamond struggled to loosen up his grip. “Muthafucka, when you coming up in here at muthafuckin' five oâclock in the morning, do I fuckin' question you to death? NO! So get your fuckin' hands off of me!”
Kendu looked dead in Diamond's face, smirked, then went out the door.
Immediately Diamond followed him to the door. “Yeah, that's right. Go run to your other bitches. You dirty muthafucka, this marriage is over! You never loved me in the first place!” she screamed, standing in the doorway. “You go run over those other bitches, not me!” she yelled as she slammed the door.
“Dirty-dick muthafucka!” She slouched down to the floor and put her knees in her chest and just cried. All she wanted to do was help her husband. She didn't understand why he talked to or treated her the way he did. After a while, Diamond got up, went upstairs, and just cried for the rest of the night.
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Carmen looked through her peephole and saw Kendu standing on the other side of the door, she immediately opened the door and stepped to the side so he could enter. “Hey, baby. Everything all right?” Carmen kissed Kendu on the lips.
“Me and Diamond just had a big-ass fight. I'ma need to stay here for a few nights.” Kendu plopped down on the couch.
“I hope y'all wasn't fighting over me again,” Carmen said, feeling bad about interfering in their marriage. She knew it was wrong to be seeing a married man, but the feelings she had were too strong for her to stop.
“Nah. I think she cheating on me.” Kendu was hoping he was wrong, but his gut told him different.
“Why would you say something like that?” Carmen asked with a concerned look on her face. Her face was healing very nicely after the brutal beating she took.
“Every time I come home now she's never there anymore. Then when I ask her where she was, she lies to me,” he said in a defeated voice. He may have cheated on Diamond every once in a while, but Diamond was his life, and without her he felt totally incomplete and out of place.
“Just because she's not home when you get there doesn't mean that she's cheating on you,” Carmen told him.
“Well, it means something. People just don't up and change out the blue.”
“You may just need to talk to her, and try making a little more time for her,” Carmen suggested.
“Fuck that!” Kendu said, waving her off. “She know what's going on out here in the streets. She know that I was on borrowed time. It's not like I want to be in the streets. I have to be in them, and now that this clown got me working for him, ain't no telling how much I'ma have to be out in the streets.”
“I understand, because you talk to me about these things. Maybe you should talk to her about this situation.”
“I'll think about it.” Kendu massaged the bridge of his nose. He had so much on his mind and so much going onâpushing Diamond to the side and not even realizing it. Now it was too late because she was already sleeping with another man.
Chapter 8
Kendu pulled up to the block that Dirty Black and his crew hung out at and parked his car. It had been a month since he had last spoken to Diamond, and inside it was killing him. Ever since that day she didn't answer any of calls. And every time he went home, she was never there. Kendu walked up and gave Dirty Black a pound.
“What's good,
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? How you feeling today?” Dirty Black asked, foam cup in his hand.
“I'm good,” Kendu replied. “What's the plan for today?” he asked, needing something to take his mind off of Diamond.
“It's a light day today,” Dirty Black told him. “I just need you and Amazon to go uptown and pick up some money from this clown named White Mike.”
“That's it?”
“Then after that we gon' go get our party on downtown at this new club,” Dirty Black said.
“Come on, nigga. Let's go get this shit over with, 'cause I got other shit I gotta do,” Amazon said, and him and Kendu hopped in the all-black Yukon.
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Amazon pulled up in front of White Mike's house and let the engine die. “You ready?” He turned and looked at Kendu.
“Let's do it,” Kendu replied as he hopped out the truck.
Kendu reached the front door, and just as he got ready to knock, Amazon quickly kicked the front door open.
White Mike jumped up off the couch when he heard his front door get kicked in. He quickly grabbed the shotgun that rested under his couch, thinking it was the cops coming to arrest him. Once he saw Amazon pointing a .357 in his direction, he lowered his shotgun. “What's up, Amazon? My bad. I thought you was the cops.”
“Dirty Black needs his money,” Amazon said, never taking his eyes or gun off White Mike.
“I'm going to need at least another month,” White Mike told him. “I just had to pay my lawyers a grip to get me up outta jail. Tell Dirty Black I got him, though. He knows I'm good for it.”
Amazon didn't reply. Instead, he shot White Mike in his hand, causing him to drop his shotgun.
“Awwww fuck!” White Mike screamed as he dropped down to his knees, clutching his hand.
White Mike's wife came running from upstairs when she heard the loud gunshot go off.“Oh my God!” she screamed, running and kneeling by her husband's side.
“I know you got some money up in here somewhere,” Amazon growled as he walked over and stepped on White Mike's bloody hand with his Timberland boots.
“I swear I don't got shit up in here,” White Mike pleaded.
“Oh, I know you got something up in here.” Amazon looked over at White Mike's wife. “Yo', hold this nigga down,” he said over his shoulder.
Immediately Kendu walked over toward White Mike, his .45 aimed directly at the man's face.
“Bitch, get ya ass up!” Amazon barked. He snatched White Mike's wife up off the floor by her hair. “Where the fuckin' money at?”
“I swear to God, I don't know nothing about no money.”
Amazon sighed loudly as he pulled a Rambo knife from the small of his back and started stabbing the woman like she was an animal.
Kendu watched in horror as Amazon plunged the knife in and out of the woman repeatedly. White Mike tried to jump up and rescue his wife, but Kendu quickly erased that thought with a blow to the head with his gun.
Amazon stabbed White Mike's wife to death and kept on stabbing away.
Kendu grabbed his arm. “I think that's enough!” he said in a stern voice.
Amazon looked at Kendu like he was crazy. “Get your muthafuckin' hands off me before you be next!”
Kendu released his grip on Amazon's arm.
Amazon cleaned his Rambo knife off on Kendu's shirt. “Take care of this clown, so we can go.”
Kendu turned and looked down at White Mike, who was holding his bloody hand. He felt sorry for the man, but he knew he had to do what he had to do. It was either kill or be killed. He raised his arm and shot White Mike in the face, and him and Amazon walked out like nothing never happened.
Amazon and Kendu got back to the hood, and Kendu listened to Amazon laugh, bragging about how he had viciously stabbed White Mike's wife to death. Kendu had done dirt in his day, but it was always a business move. Amazon was just a straight animal. He killed just for fun and for a street reputation, and from listening to him tell the story, he enjoyed doing it.
“This nigga Kendu was acting like he was scared to shoot that white nigga. The nigga hand was shaking more than Muhammad Ali,” Amazon said, and him and the rest of the crew busted out laughing.
“All that matters is, I got the job done,” Kendu countered.
“Everything all right?” Dirty Black asked. “You been kind of quiet these last couple of days.”
“Yeah, I'm cool,” Kendu replied.
“Let me talk to you outside for a second.”
Dirty Black and Kendu stepped outside so they could talk in private.
“Talk to me. What's bothering you?” Dirty Black asked.
“I'm straight,” Kendu lied.
“Listen, fam. Let me tell you something,” Dirty Black began. “You on my team now, so if you have a problem, come to me and I'll take care of it.”
“Just been having a little trouble with my wife.” Kendu sighed loudly. “I think she fuckin' another nigga.”
“You need him killed?” Dirty Black asked seriously.
“Not really certain yet if she's creeping or not.”
“What does your gut tell you?”
“She fuckin',” Kendu answered seriously. And his gut was always right.
“It's a million women out here, fam.” Dirty Black reached down in his pocket and peeled off five thousand dollars and handed it to Kendu. “Here. That's for your pockets.”
“Good looking,” Kendu said as he gratefully accepted the money.
“We headin' to the club in about thirty minutes, so get your head together. Have a few drinks and enjoy the night,” Dirty Black said as he went back inside.
When Kendu had first started working with Dirty Black, he thought he was just another fool with money. But after working with the man, he learned that Dirty Black was one of the realest people he had ever met in his whole life. Even though he was told that he would have to work for free, Dirty Black was still paying him for every job he did, and always made sure he was good and felt like family.