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  “It better not—unless you wanna be a muthafuckin’ lookout.”

  Deuce laughed out loud.

  “Now where that paper at?”

  Kendu and Deuce watched as Spider trooped up the steps.

  Minutes later he returned carrying a JanSport book bag. “Here,” he said, handing Kendu the bag. “It’s straight.”

  “It better be.” Kendu handed the book bag over to Deuce. He was about to say something else, until he heard some loud banging on the back door. He watched as the young teenager slowly bopped to the door and yelled at the fiend before serving him.

  “Yo’, my man.” Kendu waved the teenager over.

  “What up?” the teenager said with a smile on his face.

  Kendu quickly removed the smile from the kid’s face when he dug down in his pocket and took all the money he had on him. “Now get the fuck outta here!” he barked.

  “Bu—but what did I do?” the teenager asked, a confused look on his face.

  “Fam, I said get the fuck outta here!” Kendu repeated in a sterner tone.

  The teenager asked with a mean look on his face, “Can I at least get my jacket from upstairs?”

  “Nigga!” Deuce growled as he stole on the teen, dropping him with a quick right hook. “Talk too fuckin’ much! The man said get the fuck out!”

  “Listen. Find me somebody else to serve the fiends. Somebody who wants to work. This ain’t no movie,” Kendu said seriously. “And I want the fiends coming to the front door. Let them in, serve them, then send them on they way out the back door. In and out like a robbery. I don’t want to see no fuckin’ lines and shit outside,” he said, looking to see if Spider was paying attention. “Start treating this shit like a business, and not a hustle.”

  “You right,” Spider said, knowing he was wrong.

  “And clean this shit up,” Kendu said, looking at the kitchen, him and Deuce getting ready to leave.

  “Hold up,” Spider said, stopping them before they left. “Word on the streets is one of Dirty Black’s boys got robbed the other day.”

  “Yeah, and?” Kendu shrugged his shoulders.

  “And the streets is saying it was you who robbed him,” Spider informed him.

  “And what they saying about Dirty Black?” Kendu asked curiously.

  “Nothing yet,” Spider answered. “But you know it won’t be long until he finds out.”

  “Fuck Dirty Black!” Kendu spat. “I ain’t hard to find,” he said as him and Deuce exited the trap house.

  Kendu and Deuce sat in IHOP getting their eat on, waiting on somebody who wanted to buy ten pounds of weed. “I got this plan on how we can up on some real paper.” Deuce cut his pancakes and stuffed a forkful in his mouth.

  “How?”

  “I say we should open up a whorehouse,” Deuce suggested.

  Kendu laughed, almost spilling his orange juice. “A whorehouse?” he repeated.

  “I don’t see why not,” Deuce said seriously. “I mean, pussy never stops selling.”

  “Nah, I ain’t no pimp,” Kendu said, turning down his idea. “I do what I know. I don’t got no time for some dumb shit to be happening right now. We almost right where we need to be,” he reminded his partner.

  “You right,” Deuce agreed, but deep down he liked his idea and really felt that it could work. He hated how Kendu always shot down his ideas without even giving them any thought. “Ain’t that that clown right there?” Deuce motioned his head towards the two men coming their way.

  Mousey walked up with his main goon close on his heels, and the two men helped themselves to a seat. “Gentlemen,” Mousey said as he gave Kendu and Deuce a pound.

  “Took you long enough to get here,” Kendu huffed, mad that Mousey had him waiting.

  “My bad,” Mousey apologized. “Traffic was crazy,” he said, placing the book bag he held in his hands under the table in between Kendu’s legs. In return Deuce handed Mousey the bag with the weed under the table.

  “Nice doing business with you.” Kendu head-signaled for Mousey to leave.

  “I want to talk a little business with you before I bounce,” Mousey said, a grimy look in his eyes.

  “What’s on your mind?” Kendu’s eyes never left his plate as he cut up his pancakes.

  “I was thinking that maybe my team and your team should team up and take shit over,” Mousey said. “Us together would be unstoppable.”

  “What’s the benefits both ways?” Kendu asked. “’Cause we good over here.”

  “I mean,” Mousey began, “you got the connect, and I got the soldiers. We getting money, but we could be getting more money if we had your connect.”

  Kendu finally looked up. “And what would I get out of this deal?”

  “I’m bringing muscle to the table,” Mousey said with a smirk on his face. “I mean, I heard about the shit with you and Dirty Black, and you know I roll with nothing but gorillas, so you’ll be straight.”

  “I’m already straight,” Kendu said, not liking how Mousey’s last statement came out.

  “Not like that,” Mousey said, trying to clean up his last statement. “All I’m trying to say is us together would be un-fuckin’-stoppable.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks.” Kendu wiped his mouth with a napkin. “We good how we are right now. And if it ain’t broke, I ain’t going to try to fix it.”

  “But think about all the money we could make.”

  “Listen, fam,” Kendu said, “I fuck with what I know, and I know I’ve made it in this game a long time sticking to what I know, and that’s how I’ma keep it.”

  “A‘ight, cool.” Mousey stood up to leave. “If y’all change y’all’s mind, holla at me,” he said as him and his boy exited the restaurant.

  Once the two men left the restaurant, Deuce spoke up. “That sounded like a good deal he proposed to us.”

  “Fuck him!” Kendu said coldly. “A nigga like that can’t be trusted. He’s too greedy.”

  “But what he was saying was right. If he got all the goons, then we won’t have to worry about Dirty Black’s peoples coming at us from all angles.”

  “You sound like you scared.” Kendu chuckled. “Let me find out this nigga Dirty Black got you shook.”

  “Please,” Deuce said. “I ain’t scared of nobody. I just know what the nigga is capable of.”

  “Anybody can pull a trigger,” Kendu said as he got up. He paid the bill then left. He pretended that the Dirty Black situation didn’t bother him, but the truth was, it was at the front of his mind.

  After Kendu and Deuce finished splitting up the money, Kendu shot over to Carmen’s house. He did the special knock that he always did, and seconds later Carmen opened the door with a smile on her face.

  “What took you so long to get here?”

  “My bad. I had to take care of a few things,” Kendu said, stepping inside the crib.

  He looked at Carmen and noticed that she wore a red camisole with the matching thong, her hair thrown back in an effortless ponytail. Carmen favored the singer Toni Braxton. She was definitely a lady in the streets, and a super freak behind closed doors.

  “You like my outfit?” Carmen asked, flashing a pose so Kendu could get a good look at her ass.

  “I love it.” Kendu thought Carmen looked real sexy in her outfit. “Why you got all this sexy shit on? You know I can’t stay long,” he reminded her as he handed her a book bag full of cash.

  “I know we pushed for time, but I thought I’d make the best out of the little time we do have.” Carmen seductively applied lip gloss after stacking Kendu’s money in his safe.

  “What did you have in mind?” Kendu asked with a smirk on his face.

  “Glad you asked.” Carmen pushed Kendu down on the couch as she squatted down in between his legs and removed his pants. “I see somebody missed me,” she said, referring to Kendu’s manhood sitting at attention. She slowly wrapped her soft lips around his pipe as she tickled the head with her tongue. “You like that?” she asked in
a seductive voice. She stroked Kendu’s dick while looking in his eyes. “You want some more?”

  Kendu didn’t reply. Instead, he just pushed Carmen’s head back down as he watched her make his dick disappear in and out of her mouth at a fast pace. “Damn,” he whispered as he stood up and began fucking Carmen’s mouth like it was a pussy. Carmen took each stroke like a pro as she continued to suck the shit out of Kendu’s dick, until he exploded all in her mouth.

  “Damn! That was quick,” Carmen said as she stood up. “Wifey must not be handling her duties at home?”

  “Shit been fucked up at home ever since she spoke to you on the phone the other night.”

  “Sorry about that, baby. I swear I didn’t tell her nothing.”

  “I know you didn’t, baby.” Kendu gave Carmen a hug. “I‘ma call you later, a’ight?”

  “Okay, baby.” Carmen watched the man she loved make his exit.

  “When you coming home?” Diamond asked.

  “I’m on my way right now,” Kendu replied. “I should be there in about twenty minutes.”

  “Okay, I’m going to run to the liquor store and grab us some wine real quick,” Diamond said.

  “A’ight, and grab me some Grey Goose.”

  Diamond quickly threw on some black jeans, a black shirt, and slipped her feet inside her Ugg boots. She threw her hair in a ponytail, put on a thin jacket, and headed out the door. She hopped in her new Infiniti G35 and flew out the driveway like a bat out of hell.

  Diamond pulled up in the liquor store parking lot and was pissed when a new Lexus coupe pulled into the last parking spot. “Muthafucka!” she yelled as she beeped her horn at the Lexus.

  “Damn,” she mumbled when she saw the tall dark-skinned man step out the Lexus and make his way towards her car. “Damn, he fine,” she said to herself as she saw the man approaching. The Derek Luke look-alike slowly walked up to Diamond’s window and tapped on it.

  “Yes,” Diamond said with an attitude as she slightly cracked the window.

  “Did you want that spot?” he asked.

  “I know you saw me headed for that spot,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “Sorry. I thought you was a guy,” he told her. “I didn’t know you was so beautiful. Hi, my name is Perry,” he said, holding out his hand.

  Diamond rolled down her window and shook his hand. “I’m Diamond.”

  “The name fits you perfectly,” Perry said, openly flirting.

  Diamond saw an open spot right next to Perry’s Lexus. “Let me get that spot before somebody takes it,” she said and quickly pulled into the spot.

  She stepped out her car and headed inside the liquor store, with Perry close on her heels.

  “So,” Perry began, “you live around here?” he asked as he picked up an expensive bottle of champagne.

  Diamond turned around to face the handsome man. “Listen, you seem like a real cool person and all, but I’m married. Sorry.”

  “Does that mean we can’t be friends?” Perry asked with his million-dollar smile.

  “That’s exactly what it means,” Diamond said as she walked over and grabbed her two bottles of wine, and one bottle of Grey Goose. “It was nice meeting you, though.” She placed her bottles up on the counter and paid for them.

  “See you around.” Perry watched her walk from the store all the way back to her car.

  Diamond watched Perry watch her as she pulled out of the parking spot and headed home.

  Diamond pulled up in her driveway and saw Kendu’s car sitting there. About time he brought his black ass home, she thought, as she slid out her whip and headed inside the house.

  “Hey, baby. What’s up?” Kendu said, sitting at the kitchen table, counting money. “You got my Goose?”

  “Right here,” Diamond replied, holding up the bag. “You missed me while you was out running the streets?” She kissed her husband on the lips.

  “I always miss you, baby,” Kendu said, never taking his eyes off the money. “I just be having a lot of shit on my mind, you dig?”

  “Well, maybe if you talk to your wife, I might can help you,” Diamond said as she slid in his lap.

  “I think I done fucked around and robbed the wrong nigga this time, baby,” Kendu told her.

  “What happened?” Diamond knew it had to be bad if Kendu was concerned.

  “Robbed some nigga named Dirty Black.” Kendu paused. “The nigga is large out here in the streets.”

  “Yeah, I think of heard of him,” Diamond said. “So what you going to do if he try to get at you?”

  “You already know,” Kendu said, tapping the ratchet on his waistline.

  “Please be careful out there in them streets.”

  “I got everything under control, baby,” Kendu said in an unbelievable voice.

  “Come upstairs so I can give you a massage.” Diamond grabbed Kendu’s hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. She could tell that her husband had a lot on his mind, and figured a nice hot oil massage should make him feel a little better.

  Chapter 2

  Perry looked up at himself in the mirror as he washed fresh blood from his hands. Just thinking about what he had just done brought an evil smirk to his face. He reached over and grabbed a washrag and placed it under the faucet. After he slowly rung out the rag, he wiped the blood specks off his handsome face. He turned to his right and saw the blond-haired woman laid in a tub full of ammonia, with over a hundred cuts and slices on her body. The duct tape over her mouth prevented her from screaming.

  “How you feeling?” Perry asked with a smirk on his face as he snatched the tape from the woman’s mouth.

  “Please, I’m begging you,” the woman began. “Please let me go.”

  “Sorry, no can do,” Perry said, shaking his head. “You should of thought about that before you failed my test.”

  “What test?” the woman asked in a weak voice. “You can’t go around killing people because you don’t like something about them.” The woman sobbed.

  “Women who think they too good for the rest of the world because of how beautiful they are shouldn’t be allowed to walk this earth. All I’m doing is cleaning up this fucked up world.” Perry believed every word he spoke. He had given the woman his test, and she had failed it miserably. Now she had to pay.

  “You are a fucked up individual, and I hope you get what you deserve.” the white woman spat in Perry’s face. “Do what you gotta do,” she said, closing her eyes, anticipating the pain she knew was on the way.

  Perry pulled out his street razor and firmly grabbed the woman’s chin. He threw his arm in the air and came down with force, and the blade left a nasty cut on her face. Perry repeated that motion over and over again until the white woman’s face looked like a crossword puzzle. “Dirty-ass bitch!” Perry hawked and spat in the woman’s face. He walked over and grabbed the plugged-in lamp from off the little table that sat over in the corner.

  “Fuck you, Perry!” The woman began praying out loud.

  Perry stopped about three or four feet from the tub and tossed the lamp inside the tub with the woman still inside. He watched as her body jerked and jumped like a fish fresh out of water. Once the woman’s body stopped jerking, Perry just shook his head at the smoking bathtub.

  Carmen stood in front of her full body mirror applying lotion on her sexy smooth legs. The only thing on her mind was Kendu. Even though she knew he was married, she was still in love with him. And she didn’t mind being his number two. The way she saw it, it was better to have a piece of him than none at all. As she stood in front of the mirror, she paused when she thought she heard a noise. Seconds later she heard a loud BOOM! followed by glass shattering.

  “Oh my God!” Carmen screamed. She ran over towards her cordless phone as she heard loud footsteps running throughout her house. She reached the phone and desperately tried to dial Kendu’s number, but a strong punch to her face stopped her in mid-dial.

  Carmen screamed out in pain as she fell on the floor. She l
ooked up and saw two masked men standing over her, one man holding a shotgun, the other a Desert Eagle.

  “Bitch, get yo’ ass up!” The shorter one of the two men grabbed a handful of Carmen’s hair, helping her back up to her feet. “I’m only going to ask you this once,” he growled. “Where’s the money?”

  “What money?” Carmen replied with a scared look on her face.

  As soon as those words left her mouth, she immediately felt the Desert Eagle slap her across the face, dropping her on impact.

  The gunman aimed his Desert Eagle at Carmen’s head and pulled the trigger, aiming slightly to the right, missing her head by inches on purpose. “Last time. Where’s the money? And I promise the next time I won’t miss.”

  “It’s over there in the safe,” Carmen said, her head hung low.

  “What’s the combination?” the gunman asked in a menacing voice.

  “Thirty-five, eighteen, six,” she answered in a low voice, feeling like she had just let Kendu down.

  Immediately the second gunman raced over to the safe and put in the combination. The door on the safe immediately popped open, and Carmen watched as the second gunman greedily filled up the black garbage bag.

  “Y’all clowns must not know who y’all fuckin’ with,” Carmen huffed. “When my man finds out what happened, he going to have y’all heads in a bag!”

  The shorter gunman smirked from behind his mask. He walked over and kicked Carmen dead in her face. “You got a lot of mouth, bitch!” he growled, getting on top of her and rearranging her face with his Desert Eagle.

  After thirty seconds of pounding her face in with the gun, the second gunman had to come in and stop him. “That’s enough, muthafucka!” he yelled, pulling the shorter gunman off Carmen’s body. “We was supposed to take the money and leave. That’s it!” He yelled as he grabbed his shotgun and ran out the house.

  The shorter gunman stomped Carmen in her face one last time before he followed his partner and ran up out the house, leaving Carmen for dead.