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  “Can I see it? I know it probably looks like another little house down there.”

  “I would love to show you my basement, but I just had a flood down there the other day, and it’s looking real nasty down there,” he lied. “Once I get all that taken care of, I’ll gladly give you a tour and show you around down there.”

  “No problem,” Diamond said as the two sat down on the couch.

  “Okay, I guess we can get down to business and start counting up this money.”

  “Hold up!” Diamond said in a stern voice. “We not counting shit until I take care of these cuts on your face.” She stormed off to the bathroom.

  A smile quickly spread across Perry’s face. He loved that Diamond was such a real woman. Any other woman would have just helped count up the money, got paid and left, but not Diamond. She was so different in Perry’s eyes.

  Diamond returned from the bathroom carrying a washcloth and some peroxide. Perry sat back on the couch and watched as Diamond gently cleaned his wounds. With each wound she cleaned, Perry could feel the love.

  “How you feel?” Diamond asked once she was done.

  “Much better now.” Perry walked over to the fridge and returned carrying a bottle of wine and a corkscrew. “I need a drink.” He popped open the bottle and took a swig straight from it.

  “Thanks for coming to my rescue back there.”

  “I would never let nobody hurt you. I don’t care who they are.” He handed Diamond the bottle.

  Diamond could feel the chemistry between the two, so she immediately broke eye contact and changed the subject. “You ready to count this money?”

  Perry stood up and walked over to the counter in the kitchen, from where he grabbed the book bag. He then returned back to the couch.

  “Damn! You trying to have me counting all—”

  Before Diamond could even finish off her sentence, Perry had leaned over and kissed her.

  Diamond knew that what was going on was wrong, but she kissed him back anyway. She lay back on the couch as Perry slid in between her legs, and the two continued to kiss passionately.

  Perry darted his tongue in and out of Diamond’s mouth as he began to unbutton her pants. She watched as he removed her pants from around her ankles. When he tried to take off her thong, she lifted up, so he could pull them down easily. Her thong was soaking wet with her juices.

  Once Perry spread Diamond’s thighs apart, his eyes lit up when he saw how wet her pussy was. Immediately he dove in head first, gently holding her lips apart with his thumbs as he began licking her pussy like he was a kitten. Diamond threw her head back in ecstasy as she closed her eyes while loud moans escaped her lips.

  Perry slipped two fingers in Diamond’s warm, wet pussy as he licked and sucked all over her clit, giving it a nice spit-shine. After he made her come twice, he was ready to see how that pussy felt. He quickly stood up and scooped her up in his arms. As he carried her upstairs to the master bedroom, the two kissed nonstop until they reached the bedroom.

  Diamond lay on her back in the bed with her legs spread wide open, playing with her clit with one hand, and holding one of her breasts in her mouth with the other hand.

  Perry got butt naked, put a condom on, then crawled in the bed on top of her.

  “No, wait. I want to ride you.” She pushed him over and rolled on top of him then reached back and slipped him inside of her. “Damn!” she moaned as she started bouncing up and down on Perry’s dick, loving every inch of him.

  Perry gripped both of Diamond’s ass cheeks and spread them open as she continued to ride him like she was riding a racehorse.

  He finally exploded in the condom. “Damn, baby!” he said, breathing heavily. “You the best.”

  “I know.” Diamond smiled as she lay her head on Perry’s chest.

  “Listen,” Perry said, looking in her eyes, making sure he had her attention, “I know you got a lot going on right now, but I just want you know that I’ll always be here for you.”

  “Thanks, Perry. I appreciate that,” she said sincerely.

  Diamond knew what she was doing wasn’t right, but after spending so much time with Perry, she started to really like him. Plus, she refused to just sit around while Kendu just fucked everything walking.

  For the rest of the night they just lay in the bed talking, until they fell asleep.

  Kendu sat up all night waiting for Diamond to walk through the front door. The longer he sat up waiting, the more he thought about her out fucking another man, the angrier he became. He understood that she just wanted to help him out financially, but it was the way he had to find out that really hurt him. He’d rather her just come to him and talk to him, instead of going behind his back and getting a job, especially a job where everybody could see her.

  The sun had come up, and Diamond still hadn’t come home yet. Kendu continued to get his drink on as he continued to wait.

  Once noon arrived, he came to the conclusion that she wasn’t coming home no time soon. Deep down inside, he really just wanted to speak to his wife and let her know how he really felt. Not to mention, he was beginning to get a little worried about her safety and whereabouts. Even if she did stay out all night, she should’ve definitely been home by noon.

  “Let me see what this nigga Deuce is up to,” he said to himself. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Deuce’s number.

  “So you sure only one person inside is strapped?” Mousey asked Deuce as they sat staked out across the street from Kendu’s trap house, which the two had been keeping a close eye on for the past two weeks.

  “Positive,” Deuce replied. “Only nigga in there holding is Spider.”

  Mousey had been planning this hit for the past two weeks, and he felt today was the perfect day to execute his plan. He hated that Kendu was doing better than he was. To make matters worse, Kendu had teamed up with Dirty Black.

  “How much money you said be up in there again?” Mousey asked, a greedy look in his eyes.

  “About ten to fifteen thousand. Today is pickup day,” Deuce answered quickly, knowing the routine like the back of his hand.

  Mousey nodded his head then pulled out his Nextel and ordered his goons to run up inside the trap house.

  “You promised nobody was going to get hurt,” Deuce reminded him.

  “Yo’, relax,” Mousey told him. “Ain’t nobody going to get hurt. They just gon’ go in there, take the money, then leave,” he lied.

  Before Deuce could reply, he heard his cell phone ringing. He looked at his phone and saw Kendu’s name flashing across the screen. “Yo’, what’s good?” he answered.

  “What you getting into today?” Kendu asked.

  “Nothing. About to head over to the spot and pick that up,” Deuce said, speaking in code.

  “A’ight, bet. After you do that, holla at me. I have to talk to you about something.”

  “A’ight, I got you,” Deuce said, ending the call.

  As soon as he hung up the phone, he watched four of Mousey’s goons kick in the front door of the trap house and bum-rush the joint. All he could do was pray that nobody got hurt.

  Spider sat on a milk crate making sure the count was straight, counting twenty after twenty. “Damn, B! My fuckin’ hands hurt.” He got up and headed towards the kitchen so he could wash his hands. The money he’d been counting was dirty and smelled like shit.

  After he washed his hands, he heard a loud boom come from the front door. “What the fuck!” he said out loud, pulling his 9 mm from his waist. Spider was ready to toss the gun, thinking it was the police coming to raid the place, but when he saw men wearing hoodies, he immediately aimed and opened fire as he backpedaled out the back door, popping shot after shot.

  Mousey and Deuce sat in the car chilling when they heard a series of loud gunshots ring out.

  “Fuck!” Deuce knew the plan wasn’t going down as smoothly as they had planned. “What’s going on in there?”

  “How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Mousey
replied, an evil smirk on his face.

  Just as Deuce was about to say something else, he saw Spider run from behind the house and hop over the fence leading to the neighbor’s backyard.

  Once Mousey saw his goons exit the house, he immediately pulled off.

  “What the fuck!” Deuce yelled. “You said nobody was going to get hurt!”

  Mousey pulled over and put the car in park. “Listen, you punk muthafucka, this shit we do ain’t for the weak. Understand? You gotta be a wolf to survive out here!”

  “I am a wolf,” Deuce told him. “Let me start killing people you grew up with, and we’ll see how much of a wolf you are.”

  “Listen, I ain’t mean for shit to go bad back there, but if we want the title, we going to have to take it! Ain’t nobody just going to give it to us. If you ain’t ready for that, let me know now.” Mousey tried to make it seem like him and Deuce was in it together, but, really, all he cared about was himself and taking over. Deuce was just a pawn on his chessboard.

  “I’m ready for whatever,” Deuce said, and he just sat back and enjoyed the rest of the ride.

  Kendu pulled up on the corner where Dirty Black said he would be. When he pulled up, he saw about thirty goons standing on the corner.

  “What’s good, my nigga?” He gave Dirty Black and Amazon a pound.

  “Everything good,” Dirty Black replied. “You patch everything up at home?”

  “Nah, she never came home,” Kendu said, an embarrassed look on his face.

  “She’ll be back,” Dirty Black said as he draped his arm around Kendu’s shoulder. “There’s a million chicks out here, and I can get you anyone you want. It’s nothing.”

  “Nah, I’m good,” Kendu said, declining Dirty Black’s offer. “I’m just focused on getting this money right now.” Instead of worrying about what Diamond was out doing, Kendu decided to just get his money up. If she really loved him, then she would be back, or so he hoped.

  “Cool,” Dirty Black said, getting down to business. “I got another little job I need you to handle for me.”

  “What’s up?”

  Kendu, Dirty Black, and Amazon all walked away from the crowd.

  “This clown Marcus caught some out-of-town niggas slipping last week. Word is, he held out on some of the money,” Dirty Black explained.

  “Hold on, hold on,” Kendu said, confused. “If Marcus is the one who robbed the niggas, then why we paying him a visit?”

  “I have a drug team, a stickup boys team, and I have a team that collects.” Dirty Black smiled. “Marcus is on my stickup boys team, and you on my collect team, and I need you and Amazon to go collect that money he held out on.”

  “I guess.” Kendu heard his cell phone ringing and quickly snatched it out the case, hoping it was Diamond calling him. When he looked at his phone and saw Deuce’s number flashing across the screen, he answered with a slight attitude. “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Yo’, somebody just hit up the spot!” Deuce yelled into the phone, pretending to be shocked.

  “Fuck you mean, somebody hit up the spot?” Kendu growled. “Where you at right now?”

  “Two blocks away from the spot.”

  “I’m on my way!” Kendu said, hanging up in Deuce’s ear.

  “Everything all right?” Dirty Black asked.

  “Yeah, everything good,” Kendu said as he turned to face Amazon. “You ready to go handle this?”

  Amazon didn’t reply. Instead, he went and hopped in the passenger seat of the car. Kendu hopped in the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb like a madman. “Yo’, I gotta make a stop real quick,” he said as he made a quick detour.

  For the entire ride Kendu racked his brain trying to figure out who had caught him slipping twice. He was so angry, he didn’t even realize he had just run a red light.

  “Yo’, slow the fuck down,” Amazon huffed, giving him a stern look.

  “My bad,” Kendu apologized.

  When Kendu pulled up on the block, he saw police cars and flashing lights everywhere. “Fuck,” he whispered as he cruised by slowly.

  “Ain’t that your spot?” Amazon asked, a smirk on his face.

  “Yeah,” Kendu replied dryly. He spotted Deuce’s car and pulled over. “Give me a second.” He hopped out the car and walked over to Deuce’s car.

  Deuce slid out the car and held his hand out for some dap.

  “What happen?” Kendu said bluntly, leaving Deuce hanging.

  “I pulled up and saw cops crawling all over the place,” Deuce lied.

  “You ain’t heard nothing from Spider?”

  “Nah, I ain’t heard shit.”

  “Find out who was behind this before the night is out.” Kendu turned and headed back to his car, leaving Deuce standing there.

  “So it’s like that?” Deuce yelled out, not liking the way Kendu spoke to him.

  “Muthafucka!” Kendu growled as he walked back over to Deuce. “Nigga, you suppose to be on top of all this shit! Where the fuck was you at when all this shit went down?”

  “I was on my way up here,” Deuce lied again.

  “You slipping. Whoever did this was the same muthafuckas who hit up Carmen’s spot as well. They watching us.”

  “How you figure?” Deuce asked.

  “Fuck you mean, how I figure? Open your fuckin’ eyes!”

  Kendu walked back over to his car and slid behind the wheel and pulled off.

  Deuce stood there and watched as Kendu pulled off. He felt bad for what he was doing, but at the end of the day, it was every man for himself, and he wasn’t about to be the one who got left out while everybody else ate. Kendu wasn’t feeding him enough to get full, so he planned on doing what he had to do, and if that meant taking him out, so be it.

  Amazon looked over and saw that Kendu had something on his mind. “What that clown was talking about?”

  “A whole lot of nothing,” Kendu said in a disgusted tone. “This the second time we done got hit, and he don’t know shit.”

  “That’s ’cause he probably the nigga who’s robbing you,” Amazon said with a raised eyebrow.

  “Nah, I grew up with Deuce,” Kendu said, quickly erasing the thought from his mind. He couldn’t see Deuce doing something like that, especially after all the stuff the two had been through together.

  “All I’m saying is, keep a eye on that clown. If he’s in charge while you away, then everything falls on his shoulders, and he should be held accountable.”

  “I’ma get to the bottom of this,” Kendu said as he pulled up in front of Marcus’s building.

  Kendu and Amazon quickly exited the car and made their way inside the building. Amazon reached the door and banged on it like he was the police.

  Seconds later they heard feet shuffling from behind the door before it opened. Marcus opened the door with a 9 mm in his hand. “Damn, Amazon! You knocking like you crazy,” he said as he tucked his 9 mm back in his waistband.

  Immediately Amazon cocked back and swung with all his might, punching Marcus in his face, knocking him out instantly.

  Kendu quickly rushed inside the apartment with his .45 drawn. “Don’t fuckin’ move!” He yelled, keeping Marcus’s girl and some other grimy-looking guy in check.

  “What’s this all about, Amazon?” the grimy-looking man asked.

  Amazon replied by smacking the shit outta him. “Did I say you could speak to me?” he growled. He pulled a knife from his back pocket. “Y’all niggas wanna steal money?” He flicked out the blade in a quick motion and started stabbing the man repeatedly until his body lay lifeless.

  Amazon then turned to Marcus’s girlfriend and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Get over here, bitch!” he yelled and plunged the knife in and out of the woman’s chest.

  Kendu looked on in amazement as Amazon put in that work.

  Once Amazon finished with the woman, he turned his attention to Marcus, who was just now coming back around. He walked over and removed Marcus’s 9 mm from his waist. “Get
yo’ bitch ass up!” He snatched him up by his neck and dragged him outside to the elevator.

  Kendu just looked on and followed Amazon’s lead.

  When the elevator finally arrived, Amazon shoved Marcus inside and pressed the button for the top floor.

  “Why you doing this for?” Marcus mumbled, holding his fractured jaw.

  Once the elevator reached the top floor, Amazon shoved him out of the elevator and into the staircase.

  “What the fuck you doing?” Marcus said with fear in his voice, as Amazon escorted him up to the roof.

  “I’ma show you what we do to niggas with sticky fingers.” Amazon lifted Marcus up over his head and walked over towards the edge of the roof.

  Kendu watched on in disbelief. Just as he was about to say something, Amazon tossed Marcus off the roof.

  Kendu quickly ran over to the ledge of the roof and looked down and saw Marcus sprawled out on top of a parked car. “You have a serious problem.” Kendu shook his head, not believing what he just saw. “You need help.”

  “Had to make an example out of that clown before other niggas out in the streets think it’s okay to start stealing money,” Amazon said.

  “I understand sending a message, but you be going overboard.”

  “Overboard?” Amazon echoed. “Today was a light day.” He bust out laughing.

  Diamond sat in Perry’s office in the club, with her feet up, sipping on some coconut Ciroc. Ever since she had hooked up with Perry, life was sweet. Perry made sure she never wanted for anything and treated her like a queen. Sometimes Diamond found herself still thinking about Kendu, but she’d quickly erase him from her mind. He was now her past, and Perry was her future. Anything she wanted, all she had to do was ask. And Perry came straight home every night, so she never had to wonder or guess what he was out doing.

  As Diamond sat chilling, she heard a light knock on the door before it opened.

  “Hey, baby, you all right?” Perry said, peeking his head inside.

  “Yes, baby. I’m fine.” Diamond smiled. “What you doing? Checking up on me?”