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  He then turned his shotgun to the next woman. Booooooom!!

  Amazon cocked another round inside the chamber as he trained his shotgun on Deuce. “Where can I find Big Time at?”

  “I—I d—don’t know,” Deuce stuttered.

  Straightaway Deuce felt his knee get blown off from the force of the shotgun.

  “I’ma ask you one more time.” Amazon pumped another round into the chamber.

  Out of nowhere Mousey came from out the back blasting his .357, firing recklessly over his shoulder as he dashed straight out the back door.

  Kendu fired four shots in his direction, but missed all four as he watched Mousey escape out the back door. He then turned his .45 on Deuce. “Where the fuck is Big Time?”

  “Why are you doing this?” Deuce asked, looking in Kendu’s eyes. “We supposed to be family.”

  Kendu ignored Deuce’s comments. “Last time. Where’s Big Time?”

  “Fuck you!” Deuce spat. “You never cared about me. You was always out for yourself. Do what you gotta do, ’cause I ain’t telling you shit!”

  Kendu shook his head at his friend’s ignorance and disloyalty. He pulled the trigger, blowing his brains all over the back of the couch.

  “Come on. We gotta go,” Amazon said, and him and Kendu jogged back to the van.

  Chapter 15

  Crystal woke up in the morning and rolled over. She found out that she was alone in the bed. She quickly got up and got dressed. She had a wonderful time with Kendu last night, but she had a few things that she had to get done today, so she wrote him a note letting him know that she would call him later. She placed the note on his pillow as she left his house. Then she hopped inside her Lexus and headed home.

  When Crystal pulled up in her driveway, the only thing on her mind was a nice hot shower. She stuck her key in the lock then entered her home. She tossed her keys on the counter like she always did, kicked off her shoes, and made her way to the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Big Time sitting on her couch watching Rick Ross’s new video on BET.

  Big Time sat up on the couch, looking Crystal in her eyes. “Where the fuck you been all night?”

  “None of your fuckin’ business. What are you doing in my house? And how did you get in here?”

  “This my house,” Big Time reminded her. “Now I’ma ask you one more time—Where the fuck you been all night?”

  “I been out. That’s where I been! Now get out before I call the cops.” Truth be told, Crystal would never call the cops. She hated them and everything they stood for. She was just hoping her threat would scare Big Time, but it didn’t.

  Big Time didn’t want to have to put his hands on Crystal, but he couldn’t have her just out all night with the next man. He had to do what he felt was necessary. He walked up to her and slapped her down to the floor.

  “Get ya ass up!” he growled. He dragged her through the house by her hair all the way upstairs to the master bedroom. “Bitch, you better have your ass at my house tonight, or else I’m going to kill you! And you better have my daughter with you.” He punched her in the face so she could know he wasn’t playing. “Let me not see y’all tonight.” He left Crystal curled up on the floor crying.

  Big Time exited Crystal’s house, headed to his favorite soul food restaurant. He didn’t want to hit her. All he wanted to do was show her that he had changed, and was ready to be a family man and treat her the way she deserved to be treated, but she refused to give him that chance. He loved Crystal and couldn’t see himself without her, so he refused to let her leave and go be with the next man.

  Kendu and Amazon cruised through every hood looking for Big Time and anybody affiliated with him.

  “That was your first time killing somebody you knew?” Amazon asked, breaking the silence.

  “Yeah,” Kendu answered. “I just don’t know why he would switch sides like that.”

  “Just because you loyal doesn’t mean the people around you are too. I also had to learn that the hard way. This nigga Big Time still stuck in the eighties.”

  “Who the fuck is this Big Time nigga anyway?”

  “Some clown who used to be the man back in the day, but what he has to realize is that the game has changed, and so have the players,” Amazon said.

  Kendu was about to say something else, until he saw flashing lights in his rearview mirror. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly. “Five-O behind us!” he announced in a panic tone.

  “Damn!” Amazon said out loud.

  “What we gon’ do?” Kendu asked, placing his .45 on his lap. The van was filled with guns, duct tape, rope, and all kinds other shit they didn’t have an explanation for. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he did know he wasn’t going to jail.

  “Fuck it! Speed up then stop,” Amazon said. “We gon’ have to take our chance on foot.”

  “Fuck it!” Kendu stepped on the gas, his eyes still on the cop car in his rearview mirror.

  Amazon gave Kendu dap and looked over at him. “If one of us don’t make it, I just want you to know you a real-ass nigga.”

  “You too.” Kendu stomped on the brakes.

  As soon the van came to a complete stop, both men quickly hopped out and ran in opposite directions. Kendu aimed his .45 at the cop car and sent three shots through the front window. Then he ran through someone’s backyard, quickly hopped the fence, and disappeared through the woods.

  Amazon ran in the opposite direction, through someone’s backyard too. The only difference was, the officer decided to chase him.

  “Fuck!” Amazon felt himself getting tired as he tried to escape through the woods. “Fuck this shit!” He turned around and fired two shots. When he looked up, he saw the officer fall to the ground. “Fuck!” He cursed. Then he thought, Better him than me. Amazon hit the main street, quickly hopped in a cab, and rode off to safety.

  Kendu wiped down his .45 with the sleeve of his hoody. Then he tossed the gun in the woods along with the hooded sweater, before making his way to the main street and blending in with the crowd. He tried to catch his breath, but his walk was still swift.

  Three minutes later he finally realized where he was. He wasn’t too familiar with the area, but he knew it was a train station at the next corner. Kendu was just grateful that he got away from the police officer. He was hoping Amazon had as much luck as he did.

  Just as Kendu spotted the train station, he saw Big Time exit some restaurant, carrying some food. “Damn!” He was hoping Big Time didn’t see him.

  Today must not have been his day, ‘cause Big Time immediately spotted him and recognized him as the guy he saw hop in a cab at Crystal’s house. He also remembered him at the cookout, standing next to Dirty Black.

  From the evil smirk on Big Time’s face, and the way he sat his food down on the hood of his car, Kendu knew something was about to go down. He instantly regretted tossing his gun in the woods.

  Kendu was going to try to walk past him, but Big Time blocked his path with an ice grill on his face. Once the two got close enough, Kendu swung on Big Time. Big Time easily blocked the punch, using technique fifty-two that he had learned while in prison. He threw a quick jab that landed squarely on Kendu’s nose, causing his eyes to water. He smiled as he blocked a few more of Kendu’s punches.

  Once Big Time got tired of playing with him, he dipped one of Kendu’s punches and caught him with a clean uppercut, knocking him out cold. “Bitch-ass nigga!” He snarled, kicking Kendu in the face like it was a soccer ball.

  Big Time looked up and saw that now a crowd had developed. A smile quickly appeared on his face. He pulled out his penis and urinated all over Kendu’s face and clothes. Once that was over Big Time grabbed his food, slid back in his car, and bounced, leaving Kendu laid out on the ground.

  Fifteen minutes later Kendu finally came back around. The only thing he remembered was bumping into Big Time, and that was it. He picked himself up off the ground and noticed that a nice-size crowd had formed.


  “That nigga got knocked the fuck out!” he heard someone from the crowd say, which was followed by laughter.

  Kendu touched his face, and his hand came away wet and sticky, smelling like urine. “What the fuck!” He thought out loud as his blood began to boil. Big Time had not only knocked him out, but he’d also humiliated him. As Kendu continued on towards the train station, he knew wherever he saw Big Time again, it was going to be on, on sight.

  Big Time made it back to the hangout crib and couldn’t wait to brag about how he had knocked out one of Dirty Black’s boys, but when he got inside, he saw everybody standing around Mousey. “Fuck going on around here?”

  “They just killed Deuce, and tried to take my head off!” Mousey said, a hint of fear in his voice.

  “Who?” Big Time asked.

  “Dirty Black’s peoples,” Mousey said. “About fifteen of them bum-rushed the crib, and they all had machine guns.” He lied to make himself seem bigger than he really was.

  “So how you get up outta there?” Big Time asked.

  “I shot my way up out that bitch!” Mousey told him.

  “Fuck it! These niggas wanna war, that’s what they going to get,” Big Time said, looking around. “Yo’, Action, me and you going to go take care of Dirty Black tonight. The rest of y’all niggas, I want y’all out here on these corners getting this money.”

  Big Time and Action Jackson exited the crib. If Big Time knew that Dirty Black had his people try to take out his little nephew, he definitely would’ve killed Kendu right there in the middle of the street earlier.

  “What’s the plan?” Action Jackson slipped his hands inside his black gloves.

  “We going to pay Dirty Black’s ass a visit,” Big Time said as they both hopped inside the ride. “But, first, I gotta go pick up my babies real quick and take them back to my crib,” he added, headed towards Crystal’s house.

  Big Time pulled up in Crystal’s driveway and hopped out the car. He had a serious look on his face as he banged on the door.

  After three minutes of waiting, Big Time turned, lifted his leg, and kicked the door. It took two tries before the door finally gave in. Big Time and Action Jackson searched the crib like it had a hidden treasure.

  After searching the house for over six minutes, he and Action Jackson came up empty.

  “What you wanna do now?” Action Jackson asked.

  “Let’s go handle this business. I’ll catch up with her later,” Big Time said, and they exited the house.

  Kendu hopped out the shower still upset that Big Time had pissed on him. He already had planned in his head what he was going to do to him the next time they bumped into each other. He dried off and threw on some sweatpants and a wife-beater. He thought about ordering some food, but his jaw was still a little sore from the beating he took earlier in the day.

  “Fuck this shit!” Kendu cursed as he opened up a bottle Grey Goose and poured himself a shot. He downed the liquid fire in one gulp then poured himself another one. He downed the second shot and was about to pour a third, when he heard somebody knocking on his door.

  “Who the fuck is knocking on my door at this time of night?” he said out loud. He grabbed the .380 he had resting on his countertop and headed towards the door.

  Kendu opened the front door and saw Crystal and a little girl who he figured was her daughter standing on the other side with a bunch of luggage. The look on their face said that they didn’t have any other place to go where that clown Big Time wouldn’t find them. He stepped to the side, so Crystal and her daughter could enter his home.

  As Crystal walked past him, she mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

  Kendu just replied with a head nod. “And what might your name be?” he asked the little girl.

  “Jessica,” she replied politely with a smile.

  “Nice to meet you, Jessica,” Kendu said, gently shaking her hand. “Make yourself at home. If you need anything, and I mean anything, you just let me know.”

  After Kendu got Crystal settled in, and Jessica ready for bed, him and Crystal sat on the couch cuddled up on one another.

  “Thank you so much,” she said. “I really appreciate this, and I promise I won’t be here for long.”

  “Take as much time as you need, baby.” Kendu noticed Crystal’s busted lip and a small bruise under her eye. “What happened?” he said, nodding towards her busted lip.

  “When I left here the other day,” she began, “I went home, and that fool was already inside my house waiting for me. He started questioning me about where I was coming from, and when I didn’t answer, he started hitting on me.”

  “You never have to worry about that clown putting his hands on you again,” Kendu promised her. “I just bought this new movie earlier. You wanna check it out?”

  “Sure.” Crystal smiled. “What’s the name of it?”

  “It’s called No Way Out.”

  “I would love to.” Crystal curled up in Kendu’s arms after he sat back down, and the two watched the movie.

  Chapter 16

  The past two weeks for Perry’s and Diamond’s relationship had been rocky. Diamond was still mad because she thought Perry had another woman in their home. And Perry was fighting his own demons. He fought with himself not to kill Diamond. He wanted to trust her, but something inside of him just wouldn’t let him. It was something about her that he loved, and something about her that he didn’t trust.

  Perry walked in the bedroom, and saw Diamond laying across the bed butt naked watching TV. He was about to tell her something, but the sight of her nice plump ass just sitting right there messed up his train of thought.

  “What?” Diamond asked, when she noticed he was looking at her.

  Perry didn’t reply. He just walked over to her and made her get on all fours on the bed. He spread Diamond’s ass cheeks open and began eating her pussy from the back, knowing that was her favorite.

  “Ooooh!” Diamond moaned, throwing her face in a pillow.

  Perry licked and sucked all over Diamond’s clit, forcing her to come hard. He smiled as he slapped her ass. “Now get up and get dressed,” he told her. “We going out.”

  “Where we going?” Diamond was drained from the sexual episode.

  “To go get something to eat,” Perry answered as he started getting dressed.

  An hour later Diamond stepped out the house wearing an all-red business suit, with her matching red pumps, her hair flowing in the wind as she walked to the car. Perry wore some slacks and a nice sweater.

  “You driving,” he said as he slid in the passenger seat of her all-black Audi A8.

  For the whole ride to the restaurant, Diamond tried to make small talk, but she could see that his mind was somewhere else. “You all right, baby?”

  “I’m fine, baby,” Perry said, a fake smile on his face. “Just got a lot on my mind. Got a lot of paperwork I gotta fill out for the club.”

  Diamond pulled up in the restaurant’s parking lot. “I’m here if you need me, baby.”

  Inside the restaurant, a waitress quickly escorted them through the restaurant over to their table. “Can I get y‘all something to drink while y’all look through the menu?” she asked politely.

  “Yes, can you bring us a bottle of red wine, please.” Perry was about to say something to Diamond, but when he looked up, he saw Kendu and a fine woman being seated right across from them. “There go your boyfriend,” he said.

  “What are you talking about?” Diamond said, a confused look on her face. She turned around and saw Kendu and Crystal being seated right across from them.

  Kendu sat down and gave her a head nod as him and Crystal picked up their menus. Crystal shot her an evil look before picking up her menu. Diamond rolled her eyes at Crystal before focusing back on her own menu.

  “Do you still love him?” Perry asked, never taking his eyes off his menu.

  Diamond didn’t know where all this was coming from. “Huh? Love who?”

  “Don’t play stupi
d with me! Do you still love that muthafucka or not?”

  “No, baby. I only love you,” Diamond told him. “If I wanted to be with him, then I would be.”

  A smirk danced on Perry’s lips. “I’m not even hungry anymore. Let’s go.”

  Perry got up and left Diamond sitting at the table, and she quickly got up and followed behind her man.

  “What is your problem?” Diamond asked Perry when she finally caught up with him in the parking lot.

  “Just open the door,” Perry said, not even bothering to look at her.

  Diamond sucked her teeth as she unlocked the doors and hopped in the driver’s seat. Before Perry could even get his seat belt on, she stormed out the parking lot like a bat outta hell. The entire ride was filled with silence as Diamond weaved in and out of lanes on the highway until the Audi finally made it to their driveway.

  “Jealous muthafucka!” she mumbled as she stormed in the house.

  When Perry stepped in the house, she let him have it.

  “Listen, nigga. I don’t know what kind of chicks you used to dealing with, but you need to get with the program. I’ve never disrespected you in any way. Now if you can’t deal with having a bad bitch on your arms, then let me know now, so we can stop wasting each other’s—”

  A backhand slap to the face shut her up.

  Perry smacked the shit out of Diamond then started to strangle her, both of his hands around her throat. “Bitch, you just don’t know!” he snarled through clenched teeth. He slapped her a few more times until she hit the floor.

  He then dragged Diamond through the house by her hair until he reached the basement door. He grabbed the doorknob and froze. “What the fuck are you doing?” he said, catching himself. He let go of Diamond’s hair and headed upstairs, leaving her crying on the floor.

  Perry went upstairs and slammed his bedroom shut. He was going crazy. Never would he let a woman speak to him the way Diamond just did. He flopped down on his bed and began to think. He loved Diamond, but he was starting to see she was just like all the other beautiful women he had killed. Right then and there, his mind was made up. He knew he was going to kill her.