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Authors: Boston George

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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.”
A smirk danced on Dirty Black's lips. “I like your style, so I'll tell you what I'ma do for you.” He paused to light up his blunt. “I'm going to let you work for me for a whole year for free.”
“Damn? A whole year?” Kendu echoed.
“Listen, I'm trying to help you out. The choice is yours,” Dirty Black said nonchalantly. “Take it or leave it.”
“What I gotta do?”
“Whatever needs to be done,” Dirty Black answered quickly. “You owe me, so you can either pay with your life or by working for me for a year. What's it going to be?”
“Give me a day or two to sleep on it,” Kendu said.
“You got twenty-four hours to get back to me, fam.” Dirty Black chuckled as he walked off, leaving Kendu standing there looking confused.
 
 
Perry sat upstairs in the club in his office counting money. He had a hard time trying to focus, because the only thing on his mind was Diamond, he loved how she carried herself. It was just something about her. Perry didn't know how, but he planned on stealing her away from her husband. He felt that if anybody deserved her, it was him.
His office phone grabbed his attention. “Hello,” he answered.
“Yeah, it's this chick down here talking about she needs to speak with you, and she said it's important,” the manager told him.
“A'ight, I'll be right down.” After Perry hung up the phone, he grabbed the bottle of Ciroc that sat at the end of his desk and poured himself a quick shot and downed it. “I'm ready to go home,” he said out loud, and headed downstairs.
Perry's face lit up when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw Diamond sitting at the end of the bar patiently waiting for him. “I hope I didn't have you waiting too long,” he said in his sexiest voice.
“No, I wasn't waiting that long.” Diamond smiled as she quickly gave him the once-over.
“What can I do for you?” Perry asked, placing both of his hands in the pockets of his slacks, a smile on his face.
“I'm here for the job.” Diamond hated that she had to get a job, but for Kendu, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do.
“Let's go up to my office so we can talk.”
Perry led the way up the steps, and Diamond followed him to his office.
Perry sat down behind his desk and poured two shots of Ciroc. “So why didn't you call me?”
“I had to throw your card away.” Diamond accepted the drink he handed her. “If my husband found another man's card in my possession, he would kill me.”
Perry chuckled. “I understand,” he said, just happy that she was sitting in front of him at this very moment.
“So what you gon' have me doing up in this joint?” Diamond asked, looking around. “I ain't cleaning no toilets or no dumb shit like that, I'm telling you that now.”
“Nah.” Perry smiled. “You can work the bar if you like. That's really the only thing I'll have you doing up in here. You are way too beautiful to be working too hard up in here.”
“That's nice and all that, but I got problems, so I gotta do what I gotta do.”
“I understand.” Perry downed his shot. “So when can you start?”
“Shit, tonight, if you need me to.” Diamond laughed, but she was dead serious.
Perry smirked. “Tomorrow night will be fine.”
“Okay, thanks. I appreciate everything you are doing for me.”
“It's nothing,” Perry said, looking at Diamond's titties on the low. They were sitting right there staring at him.
“Okay, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow,” Diamond said, as she stood up to leave.
“Let me walk you to your car.” Perry stood up. He grabbed Diamond's waist as he led her back down the steps, treating her like, if he let her go, she would break.
They reached the parking lot, and Diamond quickly removed her keys from her purse. “Thanks for everything.”
“If you ever want to talk about your problem that you have, feel free. I'm always available, if ever you want to talk about it.”
“I'll be all right, but thanks for being concerned.” Diamond smiled as she slid behind the wheel of her whip. “I'll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” Perry said, looking at his watch. “Matter of fact, I have to run to the crib and take care of something myself.” He waved bye and walked off to the other side of the parking lot and slid in his Range Rover.
Diamond pulled up to her home and saw Kendu's car in the driveway. She stepped in the crib and saw him sitting at the kitchen table. “Hey, baby.”
“Where the fuck you been at?” Kendu growled.
“I was out with my friend Tiffany.” Diamond was scared to tell him she went out and got a job to help him out.
“Why the fuck you ain't never home no more?”
“Well, I ain't gon' just sit up in the house all day while you out all day and night,” she said, flipping the script on him. “You must got me fucked up.”
“Watch your mouth!” Kendu warned with a point of his finger.
“Sorry, daddy,” she said in apology. “Did you come up with a plan yet?”
“Not yet, but I'm working on something, as we speak.”
“Are you going to let me know what it is?” Diamond asked as she heard a light knock at the door.
“That's Deuce.” Kendu got up and answered the door.
“What's good, five?” Deuce said, giving Kendu a pound. “Hey, Diamond. How you feeling?”
“Hey, Deuce. I'm good.” Diamond kissed Kendu on the lips. “I'ma go upstairs so y'all can talk.” She turned and trotted up the steps.
Deuce helped himself to a seat at the kitchen table. “So what's popping?”
“Dirty Black told me if I couldn't pay him, I could work for him for free for a whole year,” Kendu told him, waiting for a response.
“Damn! A whole year?”
“A whole year.”
“You gon' do it?”
“I don't really have a choice,” Kendu said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It's either that or get killed.”
“Anything you need me to do?” Deuce asked.
“All I need you to do is go hard out here in the streets and make sure Spider and the rest of them niggas get that money.”
“I got you. You just make sure you be careful. Dirty Black is a dirty muthafucka!”
Kendu smirked. “Yeah, I know.”
 
 
Perry entered his home and made a beeline for his bedroom. He went straight to his closet and grabbed his all-blue mechanic suit, put it on over his outfit, and quickly headed down to the basement. In the basement sat a dark-skinned woman tied to a chair laying on its side. She had rocked back and forth so much in the chair, trying to escape, she had tipped the chair over on its side.
“I see someone has been being a bad girl,” Perry said, a menacing smile on his face as he slipped his fingers in the latex gloves.
The woman tried to speak, but all that came out was muffled moans, due to the duct tape covering her mouth.
“I see I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.” Perry grabbed the iron and plugged it into the socket. “One you won't forget.”
The woman's eyes got as big as fifty-cent pieces as she struggled to get free, but it was no use. Perry watched the woman try her hardest to get free for fifteen minutes before he made his move.
The first thing he did was rip the her blouse straight off her back. He then grabbed the iron off the table and made his way toward her. “Is it hot in here, or is it me?” He laughed at his own joke like it was the funniest shit he'd ever heard.
“Now this is going to hurt a little bit,” he whispered. Then he pressed the iron on the woman's stomach for about four seconds.
The smell of burning flesh attacked his nostrils as he watched the skin from her stomach get stuck to the iron.
“You like that, don't you?” Perry pressed the iron on the woman's stomach once again, this time on the other side.
“Let's try the legs next,” he said, smashing the iron down on the woman's leg. Then he worked his way on to the other leg, then the arms, then her back.

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