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  Inside his trunk lay a young lady he had kidnapped outside of his club. The young lady was doubled over between two cars throwing up when he crept up on her from behind.

  He popped open the trunk, and immediately the woman tried to scream, but all that could be heard was a muffled noise, since her mouth was heavily taped.

  “Nobody can hear you.” Perry smiled as he grabbed the young lady and tossed her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

  He carried her throughout the house until he reached the basement door. “Home, sweet home.” He chuckled as he opened up the door and headed down the steps.

  Once down in the basement, he placed the young woman in a chair and quickly tied her up so she couldn’t escape. The first thing he did was snatch the tape off of her mouth, along with any hair she had on her upper lip.

  Instantly the woman threw up, obviously still feeling the effects from the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

  “Where am I?” the woman asked, a long string of saliva hanging from her chin. “Where the fuck am I?”

  “You’re home,” he said with a smile, removing a bag of tools from the closet.

  “My friends are going to come looking for me,” the woman said, trying to scare the man who had captured her.

  “So let them come,” Perry said seriously. He slipped his hands inside the latex gloves that the doctors use.

  “What are you about to do?” the woman asked in a nervous tone. She threw up again.

  “Dont worry. This won’t hurt a bit.” Perry turned around with two wire hangers that he had bent into the shape of a knife.

  “Please don’t,” the woman said, endless tears on her face. “Why are you doing this?”

  Perry ignored the woman as he roughly spread open her legs, taping the hangers both to the legs on the chair. That way she couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to.

  He slowly rolled up her skirt then snatched the woman’s thong off of her like the fabric was made out of tissue.

  “I have money,” the woman pleaded. “Just name your price and it’s yours.”

  “Keep your money, sweetheart.” Perry smiled as he roughly jabbed the wire coat hangers deep inside the woman’s vagina, causing her to howl at the top of her lungs.

  Back at the club Diamond sat inside Perry’s office counting up the money they had made from the bar so far. She heard somebody knocking on the door and quickly placed the money inside the drawer. “Come in.”

  Cory stepped inside the office with a smile on his face. He was the one who ran the place whenever Perry wasn’t there.

  “What you smiling for?” Diamond started smiling herself.

  “We cleaning up tonight,” Cory said, talking about how much money the club had already made and the night wasn’t even halfway over. “I need the key to the storage room ’cause we running out of liquor.”

  “I don’t have the key,” Diamond told him.

  “Well then, who got it?”

  “Perry has all the keys.” Diamond pulled out her cell phone and dialed Perry’s number. She listened as his phone rang out then went to voice mail. “He not answering.” She redialed his number, only to get the same result. “He’s not answering.”

  “So what we suppose to do?” Cory said, looking nervous.

  “Fuck it. Gimme your car keys,” Diamond said as she stood up from behind the desk.

  He tossed her his keys. “What you about to do?”

  “I got a copy of all the keys at the house in case of emergencies,” she said as she headed out the office. “Which car is it again?” she yelled over her shoulder.

  “The green Honda Civic,” Cory yelled back as he made his way back downstairs.

  Diamond hopped in Cory’s car and searched through his CDs. “Yes.” She found Alicia Keys’ CD. She quickly popped it in and pulled out of the club’s parking lot and headed home.

  As Diamond drove, she wondered why Perry wasn’t answering his phone. “He probably fell asleep,” she said to herself.

  She continued to sing along with Alicia Keys until she finally pulled up into the driveway. “I knew he was in here ’sleep,” she said out loud, seeing the top of Perry’s car in the garage.

  Knowing she had to hurry up and get back to the club, Diamond quickly hopped out of the car and headed inside the crib. She made a beeline for the bedroom so she could surprise her man. Diamond stood in the doorway with a confused look on her face when she saw that the bedroom was empty. Where was Perry?

  “Babbbbbyyyy!” she yelled as she headed back downstairs.

  Perry circled the helpless woman in the chair like a shark that smelled blood. The woman begged him with her eyes to please stop, but he ignored her look as he backhanded her so hard, the chair almost tipped over.

  Abroad smile spread across his face as he removed a sharp butcher’s knife. He got down on both knees and began to saw away at the woman’s pinky toe. The sight of all the blood had turned him on.

  Just as he was about to move on to the next toe, he heard his front door slam. “What the fuck!” he mumbled. He shot to his feet and listened closely to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

  Seconds later he heard the stairs squeak as somebody was going upstairs. “Fuck!” He quickly snatched off his gloves and tossed them on the floor. Then he slid out of his mechanic suit. As soon as he got the suit off, he heard Diamond calling him.

  Fuck is this bitch doing here? He hurried up the steps.

  Perry made it upstairs and quickly shut and locked the basement door behind him. He turned around, and Diamond was staring dead at him.

  “Oh! Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” Perry asked in a shaky voice.

  “I had to come and get the spare key for the storage room in the club. I called you like five times, but you didn’t answer the phone,” Diamond said, looking at Perry suspiciously. “What was you doing down in the basement?” she said, her hands on her hips.

  “The damn basement got flooded again,” he lied.

  “You must think I’m a damn fool,” Diamond said, walking up to him. “You got another woman down there, don’t you?”

  “Huh?” Perry said, caught off guard. “Baby, you know I would never cheat on you.”

  “Oh yeah?” Diamond looked him up and down. “Then let me go down there and see for myself.”

  She reached for the knob on the basement’s door, but Perry quickly grabbed her wrist with force. “I said the basement is flooded!” he said through clenched teeth.

  “Take your fuckin’ hands off me.” Diamond snatched her arm away. She knew Perry was hiding a woman in the basement. She turned and slapped him across the face. “Have that bitch out of here before I get back!” she said, her finger pointed in his face.

  All Perry could do was rub his face as he watched Diamond storm out the house and slam the door. He waited until he heard her pull out the driveway before he peeked through the window to make sure she had really left.

  Once the coast was clear he headed back down to the basement. He had to clean up this mess before Diamond got back home. He quickly grabbed the sharp knife and stabbed the woman repeatedly until he was sure she was dead. He then took the knife and carved the young woman’s face up, like he did all his victims.

  Diamond drove down the street like a madwoman. She couldn’t believe Perry had the nerve to bring another woman into their home. She was starting to believe that all men were the same. At times like these, she missed her husband.

  “You know what,” she said to herself. “I think I’ma swing by the house, since I ain’t too far from there.”

  She dropped off the keys then headed to her old house.

  Ten minutes later Diamond pulled up to her old house and saw a strange car just pull into the driveway. Just then she saw a beautiful woman with the body of a stripper emerge from the car and walk up to the front door.

  “This nigga told me he would never let another woman into our home,” Diamond said to herself as she continued to look o
n. She watched as Kendu answered the door and let the woman inside. “Oh, hell naw!” she said out loud. She hopped out her car and headed towards the front door.

  Kendu sat in the crib sipping on some coconut Ciroc, and Drake’s album played in the background as he waited for Crystal to arrive. When he had finally made it home, it was 11:30 P.M., so he only had thirty minutes to change out of his bloody clothes and take a shower. Rocking some Sean John sweatpants, a wife-beater, and some house slippers, on one wrist he wore a nice expensive-looking watch, and on the other a diamond-studded bracelet. He was bobbing his head to the music when he heard a knock at the door. He flicked his wrist and looked at his watch, which read 12:13 A.M.

  He opened the door and smiled when he saw Crystal standing on the other side looking sexy as usual. “Thanks for coming,” he said, stepping to the side so Crystal could enter.

  “Thanks for inviting me.” Crystal looked around at Kendu’s living room. “You was making it seem like you lived in a cardboard box or something.”

  “This is a cardboard box compared to your crib.” Kendu smiled as he opened his arms for a hug. As he hugged Crystal, he made sure to look down at her ass that she couldn’t hide even if she wanted to.

  Crystal looked at Kendu’s glass. “What you sipping on?”

  “Ciroc. You want in?”

  “You already know how we do,” Crystal said, referring to how drunk they got at the lounge that night.

  “Make yourself at home.” Kendu headed to the kitchen to make Crystal a drink.

  As he returned to the living room, he heard someone knocking on the door like the police. Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “What the fuck!” Kendu said out loud as he handed Crystal her drink.

  He grabbed his .45 from under the couch cushion and headed to the door.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Kendu looked through the peephole and saw Diamond standing on the other side. He put the safety on his .45 as he slipped the gun in his pocket, and cracked the door. “Wassup?” he asked, peeking his head out the door.

  “Don’t wassup me!” Diamond pushed her way up in the house. Immediately she spotted Crystal sitting on the couch sipping on a drink. “Who the fuck is this bitch?”

  “Listen,” Kendu said, grabbing her arm, “don’t come in here with that bullshit. This my peoples, and we just chilling.”

  Diamond looked at Kendu like he was insane. “Y’all just chilling?”

  “We are not together anymore, so what’s the problem?” Kendu said, still holding her back.

  “Either you put the bitch out of our house, or I’ma do it!” Diamond yelled. “And I ain’t playing.”

  Crystal hopped up off the couch and smoothly slid out of her heels. She sat her drink down on the coffee table and put her hair in a ponytail. “Why the fuck is you yelling all up in my man’s face?” she said.

  Once Crystal got close enough, Diamond swung around Kendu and hit her in her face. From there it was on. Kendu stepped out the way and watched as the two women got busy, grabbing one another’s hair and going to work on each other, tearing up his house in the process.

  Kendu let the two get it outta their systems before he stepped in and broke up the fight. He then roughly escorted Diamond outside. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he barked. “Don’t come over here fuckin’ my shit up then go back to that other nigga crib and play house!”

  “Fuck you!” She swung at Kendu, still caught up in her feelings.

  Kendu quickly grabbed her arms and pinned her down on the hood of Crystal’s Lexus. “We are not together anymore,” he said, looking in her eyes. “You chose who you wanted to be with. You been living your life, now let me live mine.”

  “Get the fuck off me!” Diamond said, tears pouring down her face. She knew she was wrong for what she did, but she just couldn’t stomach her husband fucking another woman. Something inside of her just wouldn’t allow her to just look past that, whether they were together or not.

  “I’m sorry.” Diamond got up, wiped her face, and headed back to her car.

  Kendu just looked on as he watched her walk to her car. He still loved her, but he wasn’t just going to sit around and wait for her to decide if she loved him again.

  After Diamond’s car pulled off, Kendu went back inside. As soon he stepped foot back inside the house, the first thing he did was apologize to Crystal, who had a few scratches on her neck.

  “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve kept my cool.” Crystal sipped from her glass. “Sorry for messing up your house.”

  “It’s okay. I wanted to re-decorate anyway,” Kendu joked.

  He went to the bathroom and returned with a warm wet rag. He sat beside Crystal, and gently applied the rag to her scratches.

  “You know what would feel better than that rag?” she said in a seductive tone.

  “What?” Kendu asked, tossing the rag on the coffee table.

  Crystal whispered in his ear, “I think it would be better if you kissed my wounds.”

  That being said, Kendu leaned over and began to kiss and suck all over Crystal’s neck. He then made his way to her lips, and their tongues intertwined in a slow dance.

  Crystal stood up and slid out of her one-piece dress. She stood before Kendu wearing nothing but a black thong. Kendu stood up and removed his wife-beater, revealing his six-pack. As the two kissed again, he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as the two continued to kiss, while he carried her upstairs to the master bedroom.

  Kendu laid Crystal down on the bed and quickly removed his pants and boxers, while he watched Crystal slide out of her thong. Crystal’s thighs were so thick, and her ass was so big and juicy, he had no choice but to taste her peach.

  She spread her legs as far as she could, and he placed his head between her split and licked and sucked all over her wet pussy, like it was the last time he would ever be with a woman again.

  Crystal moaned as she wrapped her legs around Kendu’s head and thrust her pussy farther in his mouth. She moaned loudly as she felt herself releasing in his mouth and on his face. She then pushed him on his back and straddled him.

  Inside of Crystal felt like heaven. Kendu just lay back and watched as she bounced up and down on his dick, demanding that he come.

  Kendu kissed Crystal passionately as he came inside her, and Crystal lay her head on his chest, and the two quickly drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 14

  Kendu’s sleep was abruptly interrupted when he heard his cell phone ringing in the middle of the night. He looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It said 4:25 A.M. He grabbed his cell phone. “Yo’,” he answered.

  “We got a problem,” Amazon said into the phone. “Get down to the spot now!”

  Kendu listened as the phone went dead on the other line. “Fuck!” He cursed as he slid out the bed and quickly got dressed. He kissed Crystal on the cheek, who was knocked out as he headed out the door.

  Kendu hopped in his Audi and backed out of his driveway like a madman. He didn’t know what was going on, but from the tone of Amazon’s voice, he knew it wasn’t nothing good.

  Twenty minutes later Kendu pulled up to the front of the spot and saw about ten to fifteen goons standing out front, talking loud. Immediately he knew something bad had gone down.

  He walked up and gave all the men he knew dap and made his way through the house. He saw Dirty Black and Amazon sitting in the back room talking. “What’s going on around here?” Kendu asked as he gave both men dap.

  “It’s time to ride out.” Amazon was dressed in all-black. He was tired of waiting around and ready to hurt somebody.

  “This clown Big Time made a move on two of our soldiers,” Dirty Black said in a calm voice. “Now him and his whole crew going to have to pay.”

  “So what’s the plan?” Kendu asked, still a little shaken from being awaken from his sleep so suddenly.

  Dirty Black sat straight up. “That clown you used to fuck with named Deuce, you still know where
he lives?”

  Once Kendu heard Dirty Black say Deuce’s name, he knew he was going to have to kill his childhood friend. “Yeah, I know where he lives.”

  “Good,” Dirty Black said. “He’s the first one that has to go.”

  “Not a problem.” Amazon tapped Kendu then headed for the door.

  The ride to Deuce’s house was a quiet one. Kendu didn’t really have too much to say. He just never thought he would have to kill his childhood friend, a person who, when he was younger, had sleepovers at his home and all that.

  Amazon noticed Kendu was in deep thought. “Fuck you over there thinking about?”

  “Just ready to get this shit over,” Kendu said, his eyes on the road.

  Amazon laughed. “This shit is just now getting started.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Kendu pulled up across the street from Deuce’s house.

  Amazon hopped out the van and grabbed a shotgun from the back. He turned to Kendu. “You ready?”

  Kendu threw his hood over his head and cocked back his .45. “I am now.”

  Deuce and Mousey sat up in his crib entertaining two of their lady friends. The foursome sat up talking, and getting their drink on.

  “Yo’, hold that thought,” Mousey said as he got up and went to the bathroom.

  “Yeah, that nigga always be having to take a shit,” Deuce joked.

  Just then Deuce’s front door came crashing down.

  The two women screamed at the top of their lungs when they saw the front door get kicked open and two hooded men barge in.

  Immediately Deuce reached for his 9 mm that rested on the table, but a bullet in his shoulder from Kendu’s .45 jerked his body back on the couch.

  At first Amazon was going to let the women live, but he couldn’t take all that screaming. He immediately aimed his shotgun at the first woman’s face and pulled the trigger. Boooooom!!!