So there I was, standing in front of this judge, Kiki, and Black, about to marry a man I didn’t even know too much about. Was I afraid of losing him like I’d lost my dad years ago? Deep down did I blame myself for my father’s departure? I guess I did. I had to hold on to what was mine.
The ceremony was short and sweet and we walked out of there husband and wife. We didn’t even have any of our relatives there. I had never even met his mother and shit, I couldn’t find mine to introduce him since she was too busy getting high. Even though I wasn’t really in love, I was happy. Happy that I had a man that would marry me to keep me and one that was more than capable of taking care of me. I left city hall with a huge smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.
We all left and Kemp took us over to Mélange, a black-owned Italian and Southern restaurant in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. The space was small and you had to bring your own bottle. Kemp had two bottle of Rosé that they put in the ice buckets for us. We talked and laughed, and I never had so much fun doing something as basic as eating. We stayed all of about two hours. The restaurant was damn near closing when we left. Black offered to drop Kiki off so that we could head home. Kemp was happy about that. I knew that he was sure to tear this up once we got home and I was ready for whatever he had coming next.
The ride home we were quite both probably thinking about what we wanted to do to each other. I was getting wet just thinking about it. We couldn’t get to the house fast enough. I took it upon myself to reach over and rub his dick through his pants. It was getting hard just from the touch. I was horny and I wanted to suck his dick right at the moment. Fuck it, I thought, why not? He was my husband now.
I loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing his dick from captivity. He looked at me shocked like he didn’t believe that I would do something so daring. I didn’t care, shit, even if someone saw me, I was going to lick his dick like a Tootsie Roll Pop. The pre-cum was right on top waiting for me. I loved the taste of it and I got every drop off before going down the shaft. He was trying to watch the road and me at the same time. He always said that watching me suck his dick turned him on. Shit, just thinking about his dick turned me on. If I could hop on him and fuck him while he was driving I would have.
My thick lips were wetting his dick from top to bottom. I felt his hand on the back of my head guiding me into a deep-throat routine. I loved to feel it on my tonsils and feel it beating as he moaned out loud. I was excited, which made me do a little extra, of course. I was moving to the beat of the song that played in the background.
“Damn, babe, this shit feel so good,” he said in a low tone.
I was shoving every inch of him in my mouth. I didn’t want to stop; it was tasting so good. Was I crazy? Did dick really taste good? Well, his did, and I couldn’t wait to get home. Soon I felt the car pulling over but I knew that we hadn’t reached home yet. We were still on the expressway. Kemp pushed the seat down and told me to take off my panties. I hurried up and pulled them off. I climbed over the seat and got on top of him. My pussy was already wet so his dick slid right in. I almost came as soon as it got in since it was building up the entire time I was giving him head.
“You love this pussy, don’t you?”
“Damn right, I love it, it’s my pussy, right?”
“Yes, it’s your pussy.”
“I can’t hear you. I said, is this my pussy?”
“This is your pussy!” I came all over his dick. Adrenaline ran through my body and I picked up speed. You could hear my ass slapping up against his legs even over the loud music. He was holding onto to my ass cheeks tight. I knew he was about to cum. I wanted to see his face. I pulled his face close to me.
“Look at me when you bust in this pussy.”
With that, he let go and his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Damn, that shit was good. I moved in to kiss him. It was a sensual kiss, probably one of the best that I’d ever had. He loved me and I felt bad knowing that I didn’t feel the same way, but I was damn good at playing it off.
He started the car back up after I hopped back in the passenger seat. We headed home and once inside we had a race to the shower like two kids. He won so, I got in with him and got a little bit more before we went to bed. Well, before I went to bed, anyway. He had to go back out and work as usual. Now, what man goes out to work on his wedding night? A true hustler is what I’d call him. I didn’t care about him leaving out because more work meant more money. I did want to be ready to head to the lawyer in the morning, though. Yes, the lawyer’s office. I wasn’t playing any games or wasting any time. I wanted to get everything signed. Shit, I had an insurance agent coming out to the house as well. I wasn’t about to be married without any insurance. I might sound like a true gold digger but I simply called myself smart.
I knew what I had to do, so that the day I went through with my plan I would be able to reign over his assets the way that I imagined. I could see it now, for a change something I wished coming true. I had been unlucky most of my life with men starting with my father. I missed him and I always thought for sure one day he would come back and tell me how sorry he was for leaving me and how much he loved me. It never happened and it most likely never would. My relationships were doomed from that day. Just look at them. Johnny was in jail because I pushed him to stand up for himself. For that I was blamed. I landed in jail because of Davey and I would probably never trust another man because of the way he did me. I could partly blame myself since I let my father’s leaving mold the way I reacted to men. I never wanted another man to leave me so I jumped through hoops for Davey, hoping that it would keep him with me. I wasn’t about to be a fool with Kemp. I walked down that aisle confident about not turning back or ending up in the same situations that I had been in in the past.
Chapter Eighteen
Mica: Held Hostage
Where the hell was Tyson? I had been calling him for hours and he still hadn’t answered. I was getting angrier by the second. He should have been here by now. I heard some footsteps near the door. I thought, Good, he’s home. But each time the footsteps kept walking by. I picked up the phone again and it went to his voice mail.
“Tyson, where the hell are you? I’ve been sitting here waiting and now I’m getting worried. I know you better not be out with some bitch! Call me as soon as you get this.” Click.
I could just scream. I hated when he promised me to go somewhere and he didn’t show up. I was almost ready to get in the car and drive around until I found his ass, but I didn’t want to look like a damn fool. I always thought that women were fools when they did stuff like that and here I was about to do the same damn thing.
I heard a few more footsteps then a couple of knocks. What the hell, did he lose his key? I got up from the sofa and walked over to the door. I couldn’t see anything out of the peephole so I opened it. The door flew open, damn near knocking me to the floor. Instead, it slammed me up against the wall. Three guys wearing black ski masks ran in. One guy came and covered my mouth with his hand. I didn’t scream because I was too afraid to. I didn’t know what the hell was going on and I wished that Tyson would have been here with me.
“Where’s your man at?” the tallest guy asked in a deep tone.
“I don’t know,” I replied. Hell, I wanted to ask him the same damn question.
“He owes me a lot of money and I need to find him. If you know where he is I suggest you tell me before you become a casualty for him.” He put his gun under my chin.
“I really don’t know. I have been trying to find him for hours and he hasn’t answered me.” I figured if I told them the truth that they would let me go. Next thing I knew he hit me over the head with the gun and I fell to the floor. I couldn’t even open my eyes to see what was going on....
Chapter Nineteen
Diamond: We Meet Again
“Diamond!” Kemp screamed my name through the house.
“What?” I yelled.
“I need you to do something for me, come here.�
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I headed down to the living room to see what the hell he wanted. I was trying to get a nap since he was out working, but I guess that was out of the question. “What’s up?”
“Look, get dressed. I have somebody at the warehouse that I need you to keep an eye on. I got some shit to handle.”
“Keep an eye on someone, what the hell is going on, Kemp? You know how I feel about getting involved in your mess.” After my experience with Davey he knew I wasn’t trying to do anything that would land me back in jail. Since the wedding three months ago, all I did was run errands. I wasn’t a damn errand girl and I was getting pretty annoyed.
“Diamond, I just need you to watch someone. That’s it.”
“Why me, where are all of you workers?”
“They have to go with me. Come on, babe. I need your help.”
“This shit better not land me in no bullshit, I mean it!” I pointed my finger at him. I reluctantly agreed to go. I wasn’t trying to hear any bullshit from him. Besides, I didn’t need anything standing in the way of me getting to his fortune. I wanted him to think that I would do anything for him. I needed him to believe that to get me one step closer to where I needed to be. I had already gotten him to confide in me, so believing that he had a down-ass chick was next. I put on some clothes and got in the car with him to head over to his warehouse. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I was soon about to find out. Once we entered the building, I noticed a female tied up in a chair with her back facing the door.
“What the fuck is this, Kemp?” I asked. I was instantly pissed off that he would put me in this position.
“I said I needed you to watch someone for me. That’s all I need you to do.”
“Your not going to hurt anybody, are you?”
“Look, someone has stolen from me and she’s my bait, okay. Just sit in here and watch her until I can free up another guy to do it for me. Babe, please do this for me,” he said before pulling me close and kissing me on the forehead.
“Don’t have me here too long. I don’t want to be mixed up in this.”
“Okay, I’ll be back soon. Thanks, babe.” He left with the guy that he had sitting here before we came. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I just stood there, stiff. Why the hell was she here? I didn’t really want to know. I thought about trying to make small talk, but I didn’t want her to know who I was. I didn’t want her to see my face in case anything bad happened and she could ID me. I grabbed a chair and sat down, still sitting in an area where her back was facing me.
“Who’s there?” she asked, trying to turn her head to see me.
The voice sounded so familiar to me. I still sat quiet. “Please, who’s there? Let me go, please,” she continued to plead for her freedom.
I definitely wasn’t in any position to let her go. Hell, I didn’t even know why she was there. I did know that I wished that I had never agreed to sit there. Her voice continued to stick out to me like a thorn. I knew that I’d heard it before, but I couldn’t put a finger on it. The longer I sat there the more anxious I got. It had already been an hour and after listening to her sob and beg for an hour I thought that I should talk to her to calm her down. The whining was definitely getting on my last nerve.
“What’s your name?” I asked as I still sat in the chair. I figured that I could make small talk without her seeing my face.
“My name is Mica.”
“Mica?” I said, shocked. That was a name I hadn’t heard in years. I knew the voice sounded familiar. How the hell did she know Kemp? Now I knew I had to reveal myself, especially if I wanted to get more information out of her. I got up out of the chair and began to head over to where she was sitting. She was squirming in the chair, probably unsure of what was going to happen next. I walked around in front of her. She looked up at me and before speaking she gave me a look of death. I knew that she’d hated me ever since her brother had been locked away. What was I to say to her? I hadn’t seen her since she moved out of the neighborhood.
“Diamond? You little bitch, are you the reason that I am here?” Her eyes pierced me like a knife.
“I still see things haven’t changed. I didn’t even know that it was you here, so how the hell would it be because of me?”
“I’ve never trusted you. You’ve caused nothing but trouble in my life.”
“Trouble? How have I been trouble?”
“Everything you touch turns to shit! My brother, me; shit, your own family gave you up!”
“First of all, my family didn’t give me up and you should do your research before you speak. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about and you aren’t in any position to be throwing jabs.” I was pissed. Me being adopted had always been a sore spot for me and she knew that.
“Whatever, Diamond, you know that what I’m saying is true and the truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
“It’s not the truth so it doesn’t affect me. Good try, though.” I tried to blow her off, hoping that she would just end the conversation or change the subject. I hated that I had been adopted and I tried my hardest to act as if it weren’t true.
“You can try and fake it but you can’t hide your true feelings.”
“I’m not hiding anything and since you’re Miss-Know-It-All, I want to see you get yourself out of the bind that you’re in!” I walked away angry. I was going to try and help her out because deep down inside I did feel bad about the way things turned out with her brother. I knew that I couldn’t change any of it and I wasn’t sorry for anything that I’d done. I had moved on with my life and I stayed as far away from her as I possibly could to allow her to do the same. I could see now that she still held a grudge and she probably would never shake it if she hadn’t by now.
We both sat silent for a while. I pulled out my cell phone to play a game of solitaire since there wasn’t anything else to do in here. I was counting every minute waiting for Kemp to come back so that I could go the hell home.
“Diamond,” she called out, in a low tone. I hesitated before answering because I wasn’t in the mood for anymore of her ranting.
“What?”
“Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I was just pissed off.”
She sounded sincere but the way I looked at it, she could be faking just to get me to let her go. I wasn’t about to do that since Kemp would have my head on a platter. If there was one thing that Kemp didn’t play with it was money and since she was obviously here because of that I couldn’t go there.
“And what’s your point?” I rudely responded.
“Look, Diamond, we were friends at one point. We are grown women now and the way I see it we can put the past behind us and let bygones be bygones.”
“What made you change your tune? Because you were definitely singing a different song a few minutes ago,” I asked, confused. Was this chick bipolar or something? I didn’t know what the hell to think about her attempt at reconciliation, especially since she was just putting me down a few minutes earlier. But I also had to acknowledge the fact that she’d probably say any damn thing to get out of here alive.
“I know, and that was just me being selfish. I thought that you were the one that put me here. I know that you didn’t have anything to do with it now and I’m sorry.”
“What makes you so sure that I didn’t have anything to do with it?”
“Because I know you, and I know that you wouldn’t do anything like that to a friend.”
“Friend? Are you fucking kidding me?” I laughed.
“Yes, Diamond.”
“We stopped being friends the moment that you blamed me for your father’s murder,” I said. I hated the fact that she blamed me for it. I could have never predicted what Johnny would do.
“I know that I blamed you but I’m over it. I was young and I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t want to lose my brother and I thought that it was your fault. I recently visited him and he told me how much he misses you. I didn’t even know that he still thought abo
ut you.”
“He misses me, he really said that?” I began to move back over to the chair where she was sitting.
“Yeah, he did. He said that he writes you all the time but you never respond.”
“I never got any letters from him.”
“He sends them to your grandmom’s house. That’s the only address he knows. You should probably ask them.”
On the outside my expression was pretty stiff, but inside I was smiling all over. I actually thought he’d written me off like everyone else. It felt good to know that my very first love still loved me.
“So, where have you been all of these years? I never thought we’d meet again, especially not like this.” I asked. I was warming up to her by now.
“Out Germantown, I wasn’t that far. I guess we just hung out in different places.”
“So, why are you here? Did your man steal from Kemp?”
“I don’t believe that he would do that. I mean, he was loyal to him. He made sure that things were always on point. I warned him about his crew, though. They were too sloppy and if anybody stole from him it was one of them.”
“When is the last time you seen him?”
“I haven’t seen him in a week. I’ve been worried as hell calling him all day but his phone goes straight to voice mail. I don’t know what the hell is going on.”
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