“Thanks.” Starr continued to play it cool. “And I wanted to thank you again,” she added. “You seemed to be the only one truly there for me when it counted,” she declared. She wanted to stroke the left side of Monica’s face, but instead, she offered an appreciative smile. “Everyone else was so caught up. Nobody else even sent me a single letter. But you, you were there for me every day.”
“Don’t mention it.” Monica smiled back.
Starr nodded. “Nice job by the way.”
Monica knew she was referring to the funeral assassination. It was actually Prime who had taken care of it for her, but there was no way she was going to let Starr know. Instead, she took the credit for it like she and Prime discussed. Monica played her part to a T.
“I’m here for you. Just keep letting me prove myself,” she whispered. She leaned forward so only Starr could hear her, only to pull back abruptly.
Without having to look over her shoulder, judging by Monica’s facial expression Starr knew Diamond was near. Diamond slid up behind Starr and slipped her arms between hers and hugged her from behind. She kissed Starr on the right side of her neck.
“Am I interrupting something?” Diamond asked.
Starr quickly backed away from Monica. “No, not at all,” Starr calmly replied. “It’s good to see you,” she then directed to Monica. The two walked into a hug, an abrupt embrace.
Diamond never even acknowledged Monica’s presence. She reached for Starr’s hand and pulled it behind her. “C’mon. The real party’s over there. There’s plenty of time to be the lover girl you are.”
“D, don’t—”
“No, don’t you,” Diamond cut Starr short. “Let’s just enjoy your freedom,” she added as she led the way.
Starr nodded and smirked as she followed. She knew she was going to have to have a sit-down with Diamond, but tonight was not that night.
Monica slowly trailed behind, feeling uninvited.
“You ready to party tonight?” Diamond asked, cutting her eyes over at Monica.
Starr let out a light chuckled and nodded. This day was bound to come, thought Starr. The last thing she wanted was for Monica and Diamond to get into it, but she knew that if they did she’d have to remain neutral. Regardless of how she felt about Monica, seniority ruled, and Diamond had status in the Double Gs organization. Starr glanced over at Monica. Her eyes said more than what Starr hoped would come out of her mouth. Be smart, Starr thought, hoping Monica held her tongue.
Stupid bitch, your time coming to an end, Monica wanted to say but knew better than to so much as blink the wrong way. There was no doubt in her mind that Starr still loved Diamond, no matter how she felt about her. If anything were to jump off, she was sure that Starr would not stand in the way and the rest of the Double Gs would take Diamond’s side. She did a quick survey of the VIP section. All eyes and ears were tuned in to the small exchange among the three of them. So rather than create a lose-lose situation for herself, she smile politely and waved at Diamond. Diamond didn’t return the gesture. She rolled her eyes and returned her focus to Starr.
“You sure you ready?
Starr knew what Diamond was doing. The tension between her and Monica was unmistakable. Diamond had never been the jealous or petty type, but tonight she was both. Starr was surprised at her behavior, though. It was not like her to display so much public affection, or to be extra, especially when they were out with the Double Gs. But Starr understood and blamed herself. Though she loved being in Diamond’s embrace, she hated the fact that they were still not on the best speaking terms. True, they were still together, although some thought they weren’t, but after all that had been happening, Starr realized she wanted so much more for her and Diamond. She looked at the woman who was the same five foot six stature and wanted to believe the two of them could have a respectable future together.
“I’m always ready.”
“Good.” Without warning, Diamond pulled Starr away from Monica and guided her over to where Bubbles and the twins were. She didn’t let Starr finish whatever it was Monica and Starr were conversing about.
“Why you do that?” Starr asked.
“Fuck her,” Diamond said calmly. “We’re here to have a good time and be with family,” she reminded Starr. “You lucky I didn’t smack fire outta her mouth,” she added.
Bubbles caught the last few words and knew who and what Diamond was referring to. She shook her head. “Sis, chill. Let that go.” A light chuckle accompanied her words.
“Just for tonight,” Diamond replied.
“That’s a start.” Bubbles’s chuckle turned into laughter. “So, what’s up, bossy lady?” Bubbles punched Starr in the arm playfully. “How you feelin’?”
“It’s good to be back out and on the scene,” Starr admitted. “It’s important everybody know that we still out here, and we untouchable,” Starr snarled. She could feel her normal boss juices starting to awaken. It was as if she had turned from Dr. Jekyll to Ms. Hyde. Out of nowhere, she felt the urge to want to ball out and stunt on dudes in the club, who were trying to do the same. Feeling that the city may have been thinking they were getting weak or falling off, Starr caught the attention of Lacey and waved her over.
“You need something?” Lacey asked.
Starr dug her hand in her pocket and came out with a monstrous wad of cash full of hundreds. She counted out twenty-five bills and handed them to Lacey. “Bring me twenty-five hundred in singles.”
Lacey’s eyes widened. “All singles?”
Starr never looked up. Instead, she counted out another twenty-five bills. “Matter fact, make that five,” she corrected, handing Lacey an additional $2,500.
“That’s how you feeling?” Diamond grinned.
“Damn right.” Starr smiled.
They’d come to the club to celebrate the face of the Double Gs, and that’s exactly what they were doing. “Bring me five too,” Diamond requested.
“Y’all ain’t gonna be making me look like I’m a broke bitch,” Bubbles chimed. “Bring me some too.” Bubbles reached into her back pants pocket and pulled out a stack that appeared to be half of the one Starr and Diamond had pulled out. She gave Lacey twenty one-hundred dollar bills.
“Aw, shit, it’s about to be lit!” Glitter boomed.
She and Sparkle had already started pulling their money out. Before Starr knew it, every Double G in the area requested singles. Before the night ended, nearly one hundred bottles of champagne and assorted liquor were run through, and over twenty Gs were tossed in the air, despite the obvious, which was that it wasn’t even a strip club.
* * *
After the night had wound down, Diamond invited a few of the Double Gs to one of their honeycomb hideouts for an after-party. Among them were Bubbles, Sparkles, and Glitter along with Starr and Diamond, to freak a few chicks from the club, including Lacey. Diamond had recruited her personally for her and Starr. She knew how much Starr enjoyed the pleasures of a thick white girl in all the right places. Out of spite, she started to invite Monica, to show her how she meant nothing to Starr, but decided against it, not sure whether that was the case. Thirty minutes later, they were all engrossed in some sort of sexual activity.
Diamond cooed as she lay next to Starr on the plush living room couch. They both were receiving some bomb oral from Lacey, while Sparkle and Glitter were preoccupied with one of the other girls and Bubbles freaked another. It had been a long time since the two had indulged in a ménage à trois together. It was Diamond’s peace offering and welcome home gift to Starr. She knew how much Starr enjoyed threesomes.
Starr gazed at her. To be a short bitch, Diamond held her own, and that quality was always attractive in Starr’s eyes. Her natural blond curls smelled like cotton candy from the state fair and hosted twists that looked like her favorite sweet, black licorice that she bought from Aldi. Starr peered over at Diamond, whose pecan tan skin glistened as she watched Lacey switch from her to Diamond’s love box. Starr couldn’t help but admi
re her beauty. Her legs were sculpted firm like a bodybuilder’s, and her feet were well maintained and suckable. She loved the way Diamond’s smooth hands guided Lacey up and down as she slightly thrust her waist in her face.
Starr leaned over and kissed Diamond. The kiss ignited a familiar feeling within her, one she had missed. In all the years she and Diamond had been dealing with one another, this was the longest they had gone without any sexual contact. Starr tried not to think about it. She shook the feelings off, not wanting to kill the mood to the well-orchestrated welcome home party/orgy.
Diamond stared back. In a way, she felt guilty knowing in the back of her mind that she had been giving Starr the cold shoulder. The truth was, she missed her. But the Monica incident still left a bad taste in her mouth. That night she watched the videotape of Starr and Monica the day the club got raided nearly rocked her, but she was able to keep it together. She still wasn’t sure whether she was going to reveal to Starr that she had seen the footage. She glanced at Starr’s six foot two frame and 185 pounds of mocha coffee goodness. Damn, I love this bitch, Diamond concluded.
Diamond loved hard and fought harder, and she couldn’t see herself going through life without Starr being in it, and as more than just her boss. She needed one good friend who loved her and accepted her for who she was and, for her, Starr was it. After her encounter with Edge, old feelings had resurfaced, but she realized that although she still loved Edge, she was in love with Starr, despite her cheating on her with Monica. Tonight wasn’t about love or being in love, though. It was strictly about having fun and enjoying the release of her boss and lover. Diamond peered over and down at Starr, who was tickling her nipples with her hand and mouth as Lacey attacked her clit.
Off to the right, Sparkles and Glitter double-teamed a thick chick, while Bubbles had another sprawled out on the living floor.
“Naw, bitch.” Glitter gripped the waist of the big, light-skinned chick she and Sparkles had who was trying to get away, as she continued to smack and pound her with the strap-on dildo like tomorrow was Armageddon. “Naw, you ain’t going nowhere. You gonna take this,” Glitter stated.
Sparkle got a thrill out of hearing the girl moan and groan with pleasure while being pressed against the window by her sister. She toyed with the girl’s voluptuous breasts as her sister continued to ram the plastic dick in and out of her.
Glitter stopped smashing the big girl and backed away. “Sis, I think we should switch places so you can get it in.”
“That’s what’s up,” Sparkle answered as she stroked the strap-on she was wearing.
Glitter spun the girl around and bent her over in front of her sister. She pushed the girl’s face between Sparkle’s inner thighs, wanting to get a few licks in before her hole got pummeled by that monster dildo.
“Can I get some?” Bubbles asked as she downed the watermelon-flavored Four Loco with her right hand and massaged her strap-on with her left.
“If you put your tongue on this, I’ll get on all fours and let you breed me like a bitch,” the other female they had brought back to the bachelorette pad announced. She got on all fours and arched her back. Bubbles granted her wish.
Diamond and Starr wanted to see the show. Bubbles always talked about how she would make different chicks cream left and right from the slightest touch of her tongue and how good she could perform with a strap-on. And she had never lied. By the time she sucked on the girl’s clit from the back and entered her with the strap-on, Bubbles’s skills had the girl begging to stop because she couldn’t take the multiples anymore. Starr, Diamond, Sparkles, and Glitter, along with the two other females, all stopped to watch Bubbles put in work. It was indeed a welcome home party Starr would never forget. It almost made her forget the hellhole she had just been released from. After her last round with Diamond, Starr showered and drifted off into a deep sleep.
* * *
The cocking sound and the feel of a barrel pressed to the side of her head immediately caused Starr’s eyes to shoot open. “Bitch, is you serious?”
Diamond hovered over her with a pistol in her grip.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” Starr mumbled.
A look of rage appeared on Diamond’s face. “You! That’s what’s the matter,” Diamond spat. “You been saying that Monica bitch’s name all night, tossing and turning saying you loved her and shit!” Diamond shouted.
Starr couldn’t believe her ears, not because she was being accused of dreaming about Monica, but because she had been talking in her sleep. “Dreams are just that: dreams. They don’t mean shit,” Starr shouted.
“Oh, really now? Bitch, you was moaning in your sleep, tugging at your pussy like you was fucking, too!” Diamond barked.
“Diamond, you bugging.” Starr was unfazed by the gun Diamond now had pointed in her face. “I’ma give you one minute to get that fucking gun outta my face,” she warned.
Diamond looked down at Starr. “I can’t do this anymore,” Diamond bellowed before she abruptly stormed out of the room.
Starr jolted out of bed after her.
“Tired of this fucking shit!” Diamond chanted.
Starr grabbed hold of her arm, but Diamond jerked it away. Grabbing both arms this time, she pinned Diamond to the wall.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Baby, listen to me!” Starr spoke.
“No, you listen,” Diamond shot back. “You calling some other bitch’s name during love when it should be mine! Why the fuck is she on your mind when I’m the one you claiming to love? Huh, Starrshma?” Diamond barked.
Shaking her head, Starr replied, “What do you want me to do? Tell me.”
“I want you to prove you love me!” Diamond chimed.
“How? Tell me what I have to do, and I’ll fucking do it, okay?” Starr burst out.
“I want you to kill that bitch,” Diamond said with authority.
Starr frowned and drew back. Desperation was on her face. “What did you say?” Starr murmured.
“You heard me. The only way to get her off your mind is to take that bitch out. She’s no more use to the Double Gs,” Diamond responded.
“What are you saying? You want me to choose?” Starr stated.
“It’s either her or me.”
Starr grunted. Diamond’s request confirmed to Starr that she knew how serious things had gotten between her and Monica. She knew Diamond all too well. If she saw the tape, then Diamond had been building a personal secret case against both Monica and her. Starr also believed this was the sentence Diamond wanted handed down for her actions behind her back with Monica.
Without a doubt, outside of Queen Fem, Diamond was the only woman in existence who could request such a thing and have Starr honor it, no matter the case. Diamond had proven both her loyalty and love on more than one occasion to her and Starr couldn’t deny her.
“Okay, Dee. You win. I’ll take care of it.” Starr grimaced.
Diamond walked over to Starr and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.”
Chapter 18
McCarthy and Reddick introduced themselves and shook the parole officer’s hand, explaining their situation to him quickly.
“I’m glad to be of assistance. I guess I’ll just give you the facts and you can take it from there,” Parole Officer Roberts began. “At approximately two-sixteen in the morning, a Benard Parker and Samuel Baxter were admitted into Clark County Hospital. It appeared at first glance that they had been on the losing end of a fist fight. But my kid Parker’s nose had been broken, and his jaw in two places. He swallowed three of his teeth and had several deep lacerations that required stitches. Baxter made out a little better, I guess you could say. He got clubbed in the head with a blunt object that we’re assuming is a gun. He has a nasty gash in the back of his head and a huge knot. More than just a hairline fracture, that’s for sure. A major concussion and he keeps slipping in and out of consciousness. We all just naturally assumed they got jumped. Local s
treet kids going to war with each other, you know how it is. But come to find out the usual victimizers became the victims, and it appears that they had been robbed.”
“And how did you find this out? Parker and Baxter gave you this info?” McCarthy asked.
“Fuck no! Parker’s ass is sitting in the county jail as we speak. I violated his ass!” the parole officer announced with authority. “He wasn’t supposed to be in that kind of neighborhood or atmosphere, and he violated his curfew. While he was in the hospital I gave him a piss test, and it came back hotter than a prostitute’s panties on an August day,” Roberts said, erupting in laughter. His pale face turned pink as he slapped his thigh.
McCarthy thought the man’s laugh was very aggravating. It reminded him of that guy’s laugh from the Revenge of the Nerds movies.
McCarthy and Reddick stared at each other, then back at Roberts, not seeing what the joke was. The PO noticed that he was the only one laughing, so he stopped, regained his composure, and continued, “Baxter is also in custody. We found thirty-three bags of heroin in the front of his long johns. Neither one of them are cooperating with us. This is really no surprise to us. Plus my kid’s jaw is broken and wired shut so you can already imagine he’s being pretty closemouthed about the whole situation.” The large man exploded in another fit of laughter. His extra-tight Dockers slacks looked as if they were about to bust open at any second.
“Closemouthed about the situation,” Roberts repeated as tears squeezed out of his eyes. “I love it. Aww, man, I love it,” he finished, wiping his eyes.
Reddick looked as if he was ready to slap the shit out of him. “So if they didn’t give you the information, then who did?” Reddick asked, trying to keep his temper and attitude in check.
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