“Aneesah…Tudy,” Knuck chimes in. “You were so mean when we first met. That’s how she got the name Tudy, y’all. Short for Miss Attitude.” The room chuckles. “I have some stories to tell you about the man you just married but I won’t. Nyce, man we been banging together since we were teens. Got into so much sh…stuff that…oh God our kids, and God has the nerve to bless us with daughters,” he laughs shaking his head. “We took a pledge man, remember that? We were supposed to be players for life. Who’d a thought that we, us, out of the whole crew would be the ones living the family life?
“Excuse me while I dime you out for a minute homie, but I promise I won’t say anything too incriminating. I remember the day you told me about Tudy. You said your heart stopped and that you found the one and I said nig…man, that’s just your hormones talkin’ but you was like naw. It’s a different feeling. A freeing one and I thought you was really buggin’ until I met mine,” Knuck says looking at Pree. “A’ight, I’ve been up here too long so to wrap this up, what I am trying to say is, I am happy that you found your Diamond in the rough, my niggah,” he winks. “Diamonds are forever, and I hope that’s how long the love y’all share lasts. To James and Aneesah,” he shouts as everyone holds up their glasses in salute.
“May I have this dance?” Nyce asks, holding out his hand. I walk with him to the dance floor and Ginuwine starts to belt out his song; our song “Differences”. I look up at my husband and kiss him tenderly as he holds on to me, slow dancing across the floor. When the song ends it immediately goes into Big Pun and Joe’s “Still Not A Player”, everyone rushes to the dancefloor. I laugh because this is so Nyce. He briefly breaks away from me when his boys pull him to the side and embrace each other in a manly group hug. Nyce breaks out of their hug and rushes back over to me picking me up, smiling.
“So, you’re stuck with me now. You okay with that?” I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Baby, you’re my favorite pain in the ass. There isn’t another person I’d rather be stuck with,” he smiles and gently places his forehead to mine. “I call her Diamond because my dick is her best friend,” he laughs in my face. “My Diamond girl. I ain’t never givin’ you up. You got me forever,” he whispers and seals it with a kiss.
The End!
NYCE
June 7, 2018
6 months ago
So, a niggah fucked up. I know this but Aneesah doesn’t have to be a dick about it. I love her. Love her with everything I am. I would die for her; kill for her; rob a niggah and steal for her ass, and she won’t let me touch her. She doesn’t even want to be in the same damn room with me when all I want to do is love her and hold her; tell her how beautiful she is ‘cause damn, she looks so fuckin’ beautiful to me carryin’ my seeds, and those stretch marks on her thighs, the ones she’s obsessing over, are sexy as fuck. I just want to kiss and lick every squiggly line. Just her mere presence turns me on and to watch life; the life I planted inside her grow, I never wanted her more than I do now.
I stalk her Instagram and Facebook fan page accounts just to steal pictures of her that she posts carrying my boys. Hell, I even go into the theater room at night to watch her on the cameras. She a freak; still masturbating and shit. All she gotta do is hit a niggah up. Yeah, I’ve stooped to an all-time low, a peeping Tom creep dude but she’s never been sexier. Her pregnancy glow and her thighs spreading; she got them baby making hips now and her ass…her ass…her ass, legs, and smile has always been my weakness. How do I win her back and how do I make her love me again?
That whole Tori situation…yeah. I hit below the belt. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Drunk as hell in Vegas with a wounded heart is never a good idea. I needed the distraction. I was wrong, and I fucked up. I never even thought that I could stoop to that level or get stuck in a bullshit marriage that I have no recollection of how it happened; was even in denial about it when Tori said that we were married and had she not shown me the photos and marriage certificate, I would have never believed her. Fuck. One dumb ass mistake…alright, a few dumb ass mistakes and now Diamond, my Diamond wants nothing to do with me.
Did I put Aneesah on a pedal stool? You damn right I did. She was my image of perfection, just right for me. Even her pussy fits my dick like a glove. I trained her sexually to my liking but my Diamond, my heart, isn’t without flaws. At that time, she was damaged and became a person I no longer recognized, and that shit broke me. I just wanted to forget about her and that’s how Tori’s ass was able to swoop in. I have to show Aneesah that I am here now. No more broken promises and if she gives a niggah one more chance, I swear on the life of my unborn kids that I will do right by her and make her mine forever.
“One-hundred and ninety-six,” I exhale as a bang out my last set of sit-ups for the night. Biggie’s barking and the alarms going off interrupts me. Looking over at the clock, it’s after three in the morning. I hope it’s not that trifling ass Dani walking up in here. I swear I fuckin’ hate that bitch.
Jumping to my feet and opening my door, Biggie is in the doorway staring up at me.
“What up, Pup?” I ask patting his head. He starts to cry. I walk up the hallway and tap on Aneesah’s door. When she doesn’t answer, I slowly open the door hoping that I can be a creep and watch her sleep. Yeah! A niggah does that too. She left the lights on as my eyes scans the room. She’s gone, and she left the safe wide open.
“What the fuck?” I shout running over to the safe. There is a piece of paper on the floor with an address scribbled on it.
“FUCK,” I yell out when I notice that the address is a house that Bo’s sister owns. I have a list of every property he and his family own in the Tri-State area.
Is this shit really going down? It’s been over fifteen years of searching and senseless shootouts trying to track him and Terry’s ass.
I run up the hall into my room and grab my “hot” phone.
“Yo, I need Five Guys with French Fries,” I say to Knuck when he answers.
“Shit. On it. I’ll call the others.”
“Aye, P-12 and hurry the fuck up. Aneesah is there,” I tell him alerting him to meet me at Bo’s property. We labeled each property accordingly just for nights like this. As I am trying to stay calm, changing my clothes and packing up my bag, I call Black.
“Five Guys with French Fries and bring the Munchkins,” I tell Black when he answers.
“Fuck man. You sure?” He asks.
“P-12 and hurry the fuck up. Aneesah’s there,” I hang up. I walk down into the basement and into the panic room that Aneesah knows nothing about.
“Don’t tell your Mom,” I say to Big as I am packing up a duffle bag full of guns, ammo, and my medical supplies. Big looks at me wagging his tail.
“You want some of the action too?” I ask him. A smile spreads across my face as I text the guys to bring the dogs. “Your Mom is going to kill me,” I tell him as I load the truck, sending text messages and phone calls while driving 100 mph trying to catch up to Aneesah. My mind is going crazy and I’m trying to stay calm.
“Niggah, calm the fuck down,” Knuck barks at me on the phone. “I got the young boyz set up.”
“Fuck that. Niggah, get there,” I order.
“I’m driving,” he snaps. “I swear, ol’ girl gots no fuckin’ chill. I swear she’s the smartest, dumbest broad I know, and I love her stupid ass.”
“Niggah, fuck you. Your own wife tried to shoot you a couple of weeks ago on some shit, or did you forget?” I snap.
“Why you gotta bring up old shit?”
“Just know if something happens to her, Pree will never be the same.”
“Man, now why you gotta get all personal and shit? I said I was comin’,” he huffs as I finally hear some urgency in his voice.
I make it to the house in Philly and Redz, one of my homies that works for the utility company already has the block blocked off as the five cops who used to be on my pay roll are adding to the scene.
“Took you long enough
niggah,” Knuck says coming from the back of the house with Star trotting beside him. “Tyson and his boyz got the burners on them through the window. Them niggahs know to shoot if shit gets serious. Right now, Bo and Terry are just toyin’ wit’ her. Yaya and Lamar’s bitch ass is in there too.”
I pull on Biggie’s chain just as Black and Sabrina pull up followed by Mookie and Twyla.
“You always got us in some dumb shit, Nyce,” Sabrina snaps, hopping out the car.
“Thanks for coming,” I tell her giving her a hug. “You got the baby?” I ask.
“Yes. He’s in the backseat sleeping so hurry this shit up so I can break back into his mom’s house to return him before her ass wakes up.”
“Good lookin’,” I tell her kissing her cheek. “I’m going to send Aneesah out. Take her home and take care of her for me.”
“I got you,” she replies. I open the door and let the dogs in before nodding my head at Redz and watch him unhook the electricity on the block. We listen from the porch, guns drawn, listening to the dogs do their thing. I hand each man a pair of infrared goggles.
“Y’all remember the plan?” I whisper. They nod their head letting me know it’s about to go down. Black and I proceed into the house and I smile at the sight of Biggie having a death grip on Terry’s leg, Star has Bo by the balls, Lou has Lamar cowering in a corner and whomever this other cat in here is, is being mulled to death by Chaos who has lock jaw on the guys neck.
“Lights,” I say to Redz through the walkie-talkie letting him know to turn the lights back on in the house. The lights cut on and each man is looking at us with shocked faces, not knowing I had one up on them the whole time.
“RELEASE,” I shout at the dogs who obediently obey and sit in front of their prey. Black goes over to Chaos to pry his mouth off his now dead prey’s neck.
“Where’s Aneesah?” I ask Lamar, the weakest link in the group.
“Fuck you,” he spews.
“ATTACK,” I shout as all four dogs leap at him.
“THE BASEMENT, THE BASEMENT,” he screams, pointing at the door.
“RELEASE,” I yell before darting for the basement. I pause on the stairs when I see Aneesah pointing her gun at Yaya.
“Yaya, please don’t make me do this,” she utters, finger on the trigger. I raise my gun, aiming it right in between Yaya’s eyes. When she leaps in Aneesah’s direction, I pull the trigger and watch her head snap back.
I finally got that bitch, I smile as her body falls to the floor. Aneesah is just standing there in shock. I walk down the rest of the stairs and place my hand on her shoulder. She jumps before letting off another round. I gently take the gun out of her hands before her ass accidently shoots a niggah.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I didn’t’ think you had it in you,” I chuckle, glad to see her; glad that I didn’t get here too late. “You have to get out of here. Sabrina is in the car waiting for you.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Aneesah,” I call her name, looking into her eyes. She has the remnants of Yaya’s blood seeping down her face. I dig inside my book bag, removing a towel.
“I know you are in shock right now,” I tell her calmly, gently wiping her face. “But I need you to put one foot in front of the other and leave.” She still doesn’t respond, her eyes displaying a look of shock, fear and terror.
“ANEESAH,” I bark, pushing on her stomach to get the babies to move.
“Okay,” she whimpers. I take her by the hand and lead her up the stairs. Big Charlie is here holding a fucked-up Dani in his arms.
“Wait,” I tell him, digging inside my bag and pulling out a syringe and gloves.
“What are you doing?” Aneesah asks. I ignore her as I search for a good vein in Dani’s arm.
“Nyce, man. I didn’t know,” Lamar starts to explain. I hold my finger up to my lips for him to be quiet because I swear on my life if he doesn’t shut the fuck up, I am not going to be able to contain myself in killing him sooner than I want to.
“My Uncle, Nyce. You can’t touch me because my Uncle will kill you,” Lamar continues. I swear to God I’m gonna make this mothafucka suffer.
“Your Uncle Tone gave me his blessings, pussy. Code of the streets,” I mumble while I continue to concentrate withdrawing Dani’s blood. The front door busts open and in walks Black, Knuck and Twyla.
“Oh my god. I am such a fan,” Twyla’s ass fawns over Aneesah, pissing me off.
“Twyla, you gotta job to do,” Black snaps pushing her forward.
“Alright, alright honey. You don’t have to be rude,” she says as I nod my head at Black advising him to have her sit down on the couch.
“Aneesah, you have to go,” I turn my attention to her.
“What’s that?” She asks when Mookie comes in with my bag.
“Surgical supplies, baby. We about to operate on these niggahs,” he smiles.
“What the fucks wrong with you? Shut the fuck up,” I snap. I swear this niggah talks too fuckin’ much. I turn to Aneesah. “You have to leave. NOW. Get out.”
“I’m taking her to the hospital,” Charlie says referring to Dani.
“Alright, man. Thanks for coming,” I nod my head.
“Nyce,” Aneesah whispers my name, tears in her eyes. “Can you come home with me please? Can we just go home now, together?” She asks so sweet and innocently, breaking my heart to see her and leave her like this. It is taking everything in me to not surrender to her small request, but I have a job to do, a score to settle.
“I need you to leave,” I tell her calmly looking into her beautiful face. I just want to hold and kiss her. Protect her from what she witnessed tonight.
“But…,” she pleas.
“GO!” I snap, getting into character. She stares at me for a moment before gently touching the side of my face. I let out a breath of relief, feeling like a weight has lifted off my heart. She still loves a niggah. I gently put my hand to hers before removing it. The sooner she leaves, the sooner I can rush home to her.
“Go,” I tell her again as she reluctantly walks out the front door as Sabrina brings the baby in, handing him to Knuck.
Black is supervising our hostages, demanding them to remove their clothes. When striped down to their boxers, Knuck and Mook pick Terry up and throw him down the basement stairs before walking down after him. I let Biggie and Star go as they run down the basement stairs after them.
Cracking my neck and knuckles before lacing up my boots and taking off my shirt, I watch Knuck and Mook walk back up the basement steps.
“We got ‘em tied and hanging,” Mook says. I look at my boys.
“Nobody come down,” I tell them.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight in case that niggah tries something,” Knuck retorts. I give Knuck the look of death, but he doesn’t back off.
“Nobody comes down,” I repeat.
“I’ll respect you enough to give you five minutes and then I’m coming down.”
“Whateva,” I respond and proceed down the basement stairs. The dogs are standing guard as Terry hangs from one of the bars from the ceiling. I whistle at the dogs and they obediently walk over to me. Grabbing them by their collars, I lead them up the stairs as Knuck grabs ahold of them.
“Finally,” I let out, walking over to Terry and throwing him his clothes and shoes.
“Fuck you, pussy,” he spits. I cut Terry down and watch him tumble to the floor.
“Get dressed,” I demand as he looks up at me with confusion.
“What are you doing?” He asks stumbling to put his clothes on.
“We are going to handle this like men,” I reply watching him closely. He quickly gets dressed and turns to face me.
“You ready?” I ask.
“For?” He questions.
“To die,” I answer as he lunges at me. I move out of his way, elbowing him in the back of his head, dropping him to the floor. He quickly crawls over to the box of kitty-litter that I neglected to see, grabs a
handful and throws some into my face before punching me in the jaw.
“MOTHAFUCKA!” I yell, stumbling back, blinking my eyes rapidly. Not fully being able to see, I grab Terry by his throat, lift him off his feet and slam him to the ground making sure his head hits the concrete of the basement floor. I rush over to the sink to rinse my eyes out.
“Mothafucka,” I say again, pissed the fuck off. I stand over him, watching him crawl on his hands and knees before taking off my belt.
“Pussy,” I yell, slicing the belt through the air, landing on his back. I start to beat the shit out of him like he is a child who just got caught stealing something from me.
“You tried to kidnap my girl?”
Whoosh the belt slices through the air.
“You tried to hurt my kids?” I yell again, landing the belt across his chest.
“Who’s you’re Daddy now, bitch?” I laugh, belt coming down, seeing welts and blood seeping through his shirt.
Whoosh the belt cuts through the air again and I hit the niggah so hard, I lose my grip and the belt flings out of my hands. Kicking him in his stomach, he falls face forward, laying stretched out on the ground. Flipping him over, my size 13 boot comes crashing down on his chest. It takes two good stomps before I hear the sounds of bones breaking under my foot. Squatting low, I punch him in his nose as blood squirts rapidly.
“SAY HER FUCKIN’ NAME,” I bark, beating him in the head with my fist.
“DESTINY SIMONE HENNESSEY,” I yell still pounding my fist into his face.
“HER BIRTHDAY IS AUGUST 28TH. HER FAVORITE COLOR IS GREEN,” I shout as years of anger and hate for this niggah releases out of my soul.
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