“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”—Spider paused—“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 and—”
“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.
“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. Y‘all 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 y‘all 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.
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 t
rying 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.
Chapter 5
“Fuck!” Diamond cursed loudly as she slowed down for the yellow light. Ever since Kendu had told her about the situation with Dirty Black, that was all she could think about. She needed to find a way to help out her husband. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she knew she had to help out some kind of way.
She pulled into the parking lot of one of her favorite diners. All that thinking made her hungry. She hopped out her car and quickly entered the restaurant. Her mind was so all over the place, she didn’t even know she was being followed.
Perry pulled in the parking spot next to Diamond’s car, and let his engine die. He had been following her for the past two days, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pretend he was just bumping into her by accident. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror before heading inside the diner.
As soon as he stepped in the diner, he immediately spotted Diamond sitting alone at a table, skimming through the menu. “Hey, I thought that was you sitting over here,” Perry said with a smile. “What you doing up in here?”
“I come here all the time,” Diamond replied. She nodded her head, signaling him to sit down. “The question is, what are you doing here?”
Perry looked at her like she was crazy. “I come here all the time,” he lied. He quickly browsed through the menu. “It’s nice to see you again. Next time I just hope it’s not by accident.”
Diamond smiled. “It’s not like that. But you already know that I’m married.”
“I mean, you not allowed to have friends?” he asked seriously.
“Yeah, I can have friends, but I don’t really need any new friends right now. I have a lot on my mind right now, and would hate to be mean to you for no reason,” she said honestly.
“Well, what’s wrong?” Perry asked, hoping somehow he could help her out.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Diamond answered quickly. She didn’t want to tell him about her and her husband’s money problems.
“I have a lot of connections,” Perry told her. “You never know ... I might be able to help.”
Diamond thought about it for a second. She knew that in order to keep her husband alive and out of harm’s way that somehow she had to help bring in some money.
The waiter walked up and interrupted her thoughts. “Are y’all ready to order?”
Perry looked over at Diamond. Once she ordered, he placed his order.
He pressed. “So are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Money!” Diamond said finally. “I need to find a way to make a few extra dollars.”
Perry busted out laughing. “Is that all?”
“What’s so funny?” Diamond asked, not finding anything funny about what she had just said.
“Oh, nothing. I just thought it was something a little more serious.”
“Well, to me it is serious, real serious,” Diamond said, rolling her eyes.
Perry stopped laughing. “Tell you what I can do. I can let you work at the club at nights, and I’ll look out for you.”
“What would I have to do?” she asked suspiciously. “And look out for me how?”
“The same thing everybody else does that works at the club.” Perry smirked.
“Okay, but don’t think just ‘cause you hooking me up that I owe you anything, ’cause if that’s the case, then you can take that job and shove it up your ass.” Diamond meant every word she spoke.
“Let me tell you something,” Perry said, leaning forward so Diamond could hear him. “Whatever I want, I can get, point-blank. All I’m trying to do is help. If you want it, you can take the job, if not, then you don’t have to.”
“Sorry. I’m just not used to people being so nice to me for nothing. Plus, I don’t like for people to feel like I owe them anything, you feel me?”
“I totally understand, ’cause I’m the same way. All I’m trying to do is help a sister out. Whenever you ready, just give me a call.” He handed her his business card.
“Thanks,” Diamond said, accepting it. She knew that her getting a job wouldn’t sit well with Kendu. “I enjoyed lunch with you, but I think I better get going.”
“Yeah, it is getting pretty late. Make sure you give me a call.”
“Yes, of course.”
The two shook hands and went their own separate ways.
As Diamond walked off, Perry made sure he watched her nice-sized ass switch from side to side until she slid in her vehicle. “Damn!” he said to himself, as she pulled out into traffic. “I gotta have her.”
Chapter 6
Kendu sat in his trap house with a stressed-out look on his face. A week had passed, and he still didn’t have a plan on how he could come with even half of the money.
“You came up with anything yet?” Spider asked, stirring his vodka and orange juice.
“Nah, not yet. I’m having a hard time thinking. This shit is fuckin’ with my brain.”
“You might just have to leave town,” Deuce suggested.
“And look like a coward?” Kendu huffed. “Fuck outta here! I’ma figure something out, like I always do.”
No matter what, leaving town wasn’t an option for Kendu. His pride and manhood just wouldn’t allow him to go out like that. He had spent his whole life building up his street rep, and refused to let another man take what he’d worked so hard for. At the end of the day, Dirty Black was a man just like him.
“It’s only one thing I can do,” Kendu said, getting everyone’s attention.
“And what’s that?” Deuce asked.
“I’m gonna have to get the connect to front me a few extra bricks. And we going to have to get ruthless out here on these streets and hit ’em hard.”
“What did you have in mind?” Deuce asked.
“Basically, if I don’t come up with this money, I’m a dead man, so with that being said, whatever I gotta do, I’ma do. Shit, I ain’t got shit else to lose.”
“I’ma push these niggas as hard as I can,” Spider said. “We going to get this money up for you.”
“I appreciate it, my nigga.” Kendu gave Spider a pound as he stood up to leave. “I’ma scream at y’all later.” He gave everybody a pound then made his exit.
Kendu slid in his Acura and pulled away from his trap house, the sound of Jay-Z filling his car as he just drove around, thinking. “Fuck!” He cursed loudly, not knowing what his next move was going to be.
As Kendu pulled up at a red light, he saw Dirty Black and about thirty of his goons in the middle of the projects having a cookout. “Fuck this shit!” He quickly pulled over and hopped out his whip. He needed to have a word with Dirty Black, let him know what was on his mind.
“Nigga, I fucked seven bitches last night, all from the same family,” Dirty Black was saying, causing everybody around him to bust out laughing.
Amazon’s laughter quickly came to an end when he saw Kendu approaching. “Fuck you want?” he asked, blocking Kendu’s path.
“I need to talk to Dirty Black for a second.”
“Fuck you mean, you need to talk to Black for a second?” Amazon frowned. “Can’t you see we busy taking care of the community right now?”
“It will only take a second.”
“Muthafucka, didn’t I just tell you”—Amazon growled as he roughly hemmed Kendu up—“that he’s busy right now?”
“Let him go!” Dirty Black ordered.
Kendu fixed the collar of his shirt. “Yo’, Black, I need to talk to you for a second.”
“You got five minutes, so make it quick,” Dirty Black said, a blunt dangling from his black lips.
“I’ma be straight up with you,” Kendu said. “I’m going to need some more time to get up that money.”
“No can do!” Dirty Black said quickly. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to take things that don’t belong to you? Now you gotta deal with the consequences.”
“I didn’t know it was your shit I was taking,” Kendu told him. “I gets paper however I can. You gotta respect that.”
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