Diamond and her three wolves stood in the middle of the street, ripping bodies to shreds. When there was no one left standing, she and the others stepped over their corpses and went into the house. From the kitchen, Vicious and C-4 started blasting their handguns back into the living room. Diamond took cover behind the safety of a sofa. She peeked out to see where the two were. Instantly, Butch dashed through the door, firing a Mac-10. Seeing he was outnumbered, Vicious made a run for the back door, while C-4 provided cover.

  Diamond snuck out from behind the sofa, pulling the trigger as the Uzi vibrated her arms, tearing up tables and furniture. C-4 couldn’t dive for safety fast enough and got hit. When his body hit the floor, Diamond had a clear shot at Vicious’ head before he could escape. She took a precise aim and pulled the trigger.

  Click!

  “Shit!” she hissed, watching Vicious run out the door.

  When Butch joined her, she turned and said, “Go get the truck started and give me your gun.”

  After trading guns, Butch followed orders. Diamond watched C-4 crawl to grab his gun. She slowly moved in for the kill. She stood over him as he turned onto his back to witness the face of death. Diamond pulled the bandana down to blow him a kiss before aiming and firing.

  Boom!

  Chapter 30

  BLOOD MONEY

  In east Germantown, Philadelphia, outside on the basketball court at the Lonnie Young Recreation Center, Montega sat on a park bench surrounded by the seven young up and coming stars of the ‘hood. Razor, Tank, Lil Man, Killa, Gutta, J-Rider, and Nino. They all listened intently to Montega. As the other guys played basketball and kids swam in the pool, the seven looked to Montega for guidance.

  “So, what are we gonna call ourselves?” J-Rider asked, with his hands behind his back.

  “How about Dangerous Villains?” Razor suggested.

  “Fuck, no. That was a long time ago. We grown now,” Montega stated before leaning forward. “Look, we can’t be representin’ shit that don’t pertain to what we after. You got to look at it this way. What are we all after here?”

  “Money.” Gutta stated the obvious.

  Montega nodded. “Okay, and what would we do for money?” he continued.

  “Anything necessary,” J-Rider replied emphatically.

  “Would you kill somebody for it?” Montega asked.

  “Fucking real,” Killa retorted.

  “Would you rob a nigga for it?” Montega inquired.

  Everyone nodded with serious faces. That’s when an idea came to mind. “How about…BMM?” Montega suggested.

  “BMM? What the fuck is that?” Razor asked as someone approached.

  “Blood Money Mafia,” Montega revealed.

  Everyone thought about the name for a moment before nodding their heads in approval. That decided, Montega cracked open a Heineken and took a sip, then passed it around to his homies to formalize the decision.

  The meeting was interrupted when a chick with honey-brown skin and micro braids walked up with a look of urgency. “Which one of you guys is Kenny?” she asked.

  “Ay, look, shorty, I’m a little busy right now. Tell them that--”

  “No, you look,” Breezy interrupted, posing with one hand on her curved hip that was shifted to one side. “You need to get down there and see who put their hands on Kia, because she got a big-ass handprint on the side of her face.”

  “What?” Montega vented while quickly rising to his feet. He followed Breezy down the block and over to Stacy’s house.

  As soon as he walked in, he spotted Kia sitting on the couch with her girlfriends, Gi-Gi, Crystal, and Jasmine. Taliban hovered over her, trying to get a name. “Kia, who fucking hit chu?” Taliban repeated for the seventh time. But Kia didn’t respond.

  As soon as Montega walked in the house with Breezy, Kia looked at him dead in the eyes. The two had a bond that no one could understand but them. It was like Montega could read her mind. So, instead of asking her who had hit her, he headed down the steps to his room in the basement.

  Going under his bed, he pulled out a Timberland shoe box where he hid a Mac-11 fully automatic submachine gun with an infrared tracer beam and a 31-shot magazine filled with dum-dums. Montega had purchased the gun from a crackhead for $200 and five dimes of crack. He had never had a chance to use it until now. Taking the gun out of the box, he attached the extended clip and cocked it back, sliding a bullet into the chamber. Sticking the gun in his waistband, he went searching his drawer for the old costume he wore on Halloween, the night he and his homies went on a robbing spree around the ‘hood.

  Montega tucked the black Phantom mask into his pocket, along with the black bodysuit that came with it. He went out the basement door and headed up the alley. Million Dollar Moe had just pulled up to the corner of the Chinese store and gotten out with two of his soldiers, Kali and Kyree. Million Dollar Moe was a big bruiser with an intimidating stare and a humungous chip on his shoulder. Everyone knew that upsetting him could be perilous. Moe was only 28 and had already earned close to $2 million. Kali and Kyree were Moe’s two ruthless goons; everyone knew that they meant business. Million Dollar Moe spotted Reek by the mailbox and approached him. “Yo, where that muthafucka Mike at? That nigga ain’t check in with me in two fuckin’ weeks,” Moe snapped.

  Reek shrugged his shoulders. “He probably outta town or something,” Reek replied.

  “He ain’t tell me,” Moe shot as if Mike had to.

  “And, he shouldn’t have to, frontin’-ass nigga,” Reek said under his breath, but replied aloud, “I don’t know what to tell you, Moe.”

  Moe shook his head in disgust. “I put that nigga in charge and he skips town on me. First, I gotta smack the shit outta my little bitch, now this. You know what? Everybody, get the fuck off my block, right now.”

  Everybody looked at him like he was crazy. “Oh, y’all think this a game? Ay, Kali and Kyree, get these niggas off my strip. I’ll hustle my own coke if niggas can’t be out here”

  “Y’all heard what he said,” Kyree shot back, approaching the guys on the corner with intimidation.

  While the hustlers started to walk off feeling like suckas, a figure in the alley crept out and cautiously approached. Before Kyree could turn around, a red dot was on the back of his head. Montega’s heart pounded with fear. He really didn’t want to kill anybody, but he knew that there was no other way. And, like going down a one way street, there was no way he could turn back.

  Kali peeped game and quickly tried to warn his boys. “Ay, Kyree, watch ya--”?

  “BOOM!”

  The Mac sprayed from Montega’s hand, ripping Kyree’s head apart. Montega’s ears rung like crazy as everything seemed as if it was all in slow motion. When Kali witnessed his homie fall to the Phantom killer, he froze in shock, giving Montega just the time he needed to target him. Kali tried to duck, but the rapid fire of the bullets were much faster, ripping him to shreds.

  As soon as Montega looked up, Million Dollar Moe was making a run for it down Woodlawn while all the other hustlers ran for cover. It didn’t take long for Montega to catch up with Moe and spray his back red. Moe stumbled and fell out in the middle of the street while everyone in the swimming pool screamed and ran out for their lives.

  As Moe rolled over onto his back in pain, the Phantom figure stood over him. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll give you anything,” Moe squealed in agony.

  Montega ignored Moe’s pleas for help and thought about his sister’s bruised face. Clenching his teeth, he pulled back on the Mac, emptying out the rest of the clip into Moe’s body. He then stood over the corpse, watching it twitch for a few moments before taking steps back and turning to head for the alleyway.

  Inside Stacy’s house, everyone besides Kia ran to the porch to see what had transpired at the top of Blakemore Street. Kia couldn’t care less what was going on. She was too hurt and heart-broken. Suddenly, she heard a door close in the basement, which made her curious as to what her brother was up to.

  Kia got up and headed down the basement steps and unexpectedly witnessed her brother slide a box under the bed and stand up to face her. His face looked white as if he had done something he shouldn’t have.

  “Kenny are you al--”

  “Kia!” Gi-Gi said, rushing down the steps. “Guess what just happened. Oh-my-God, you’re not gonna believe this. Somebody just shot Moe and his two young bols. I think they’re dead.”

  When Kia heard that, she turned her attention to her brother, who was now lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. He couldn’t get the face out of his head, nor could he speak at the moment. That day, a monster had been created.

  Chapter 31

  ACT LIKE A LADY, MOVE LIKE A GANGSTA

  Diamond watched from the back seat of the SUV as her team followed Vicious’ Impala to the outskirts of Compton. Once he parked, they did the same, five cars away. The team observed the Ape Gang lieutenant jump out of his car and rush into a house that had a black screen door. Diamond popped another 50-shot ladder into her Uzi, cocked it, and swiftly exited her car, with Butch at her heels.

  Butch was amazed at how gangsta his little cousin had become. She rode harder than most killers he knew. He had heard the saying about a woman scorned, but Diamond was way past that. She was a rider.

  When Vicious got inside the crib, his pregnant girlfriend was on the couch, doing his mother’s hair. His father sat in the recliner, a 40 of Old English in his hand, watching “Cops” while his 17- year-old younger brother had just come down the steps, ready to head out the door to a basketball game. Vicious quickly got on the kitchen phone to call Steel and let him know what the hell just went down.

  As his little brother opened the door, he stopped in-stride before taking a step back as guns were pointed in his face. Once Diamond and Butch entered, Vicious’s mother screamed in fear. His father spewed a mouthful of beer onto the screen, causing Vicious to drop the phone as Diamond pointed a gun at his pregnant girlfriend’s head. “Oh, shit!” Vicious gasped in desperation.

  “You might as well come out,” Diamond said coldly.

  Seeing that he had no play, he walked out with his hands up.

  “What the fuck do you want with me?” he asked as his eyes scanned the room.

  Butch fired a warning shot at the ceiling, making everyone jump, including Diamond. “She’s asking the questions, not you,” Butch snapped.

  Diamond took over. “I want to know who was involved in killing JR, and you better not lie to me,” she warned.

  “Man, I don’t know,” Vicious grumbled.

  Diamond aimed at the pregnant girl and pulled the trigger.

  The woman howled in pain as a hot bullet plunged into her arm. Vicious’ eyes became as wide as manhole covers at the sight of her falling to the ground, holding her bloody arm.

  “What the fuck?! OK, OK. I’ll tell you. Just don’t kill her,” Vicious pleaded. “It was the Agugbo brothers. Tanetche gave the order to Steel to kill JR. He said something about JR stealing his diamonds.”

  “Who’s the Agugbo brothers? And who the fuck is Steel?” Diamond questioned.

  “The Agugbo brothers live in New York. They are head of the Ape Gang, but Steel, he’s their lieutenant,” Vicious answered, quickly glancing over at the wounded girl crying on the floor.

  “Where can I find this Steel?” she asked.

  “He be round Lawndale, near Alondra Park. That’s his main spot.”

  Diamond looked over her shoulder at Butch, then back at Vicious. “Now I know.” She aimed her gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Butch drew his weapon on the wounded girl, but before he could squeeze off a shot, Diamond stopped him.

  “Stop. We have no beef with them. Let’s move out,”” Diamond instructed before she turned and walked out.

  Butch smiled wickedly before spraying up the whole house.

  When Diamond arrived back at the White mansion, Justin was emerging from the kitchen. As Diamond picked up the few envelopes of mail in her name, she looked up and glanced at him before heading up the steps. She had other things on her mind. But first, she hopped into the spa tub to relax a bit. She had seen a lot of death in the last few days, more than most police officers saw in a lifetime. Once she was washed and at ease, she wrapped herself in a towel, then walked over to a full-length mirror, where she dropped it to stare at her naked body. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She abandoned the mirror and put on a robe. When she answered the door, she saw Justin standing there.

  “What?” she asked irritably after cracking the door.

  “Can we talk?” he asked calmly.

  Diamond frowned. “Talk? Talk about what?” she asked cynically while she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  Justin slid into her room as she was tying the belt to her robe. He couldn’t help but notice her pretty, painted, pedicured toenails and her wide, hour-glass hips, which left little to the imagination behind the silk fabric.

  “Can you make this fast? I kinda want to be alone right now,” Diamond mentioned.

  “Alone for what?” he asked, pausing to study her a moment, circling her to get a glimpse of her apple bottom. “You know I care about you, Diamond, regardless of our differences. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but your brother is now in charge of your pop’s business. A lot of people are gonna test him to see what he’s made of, including Castor- - your pop’s arch enemy. Castors already taken out all of your pop’s organization. You need protection. I can protect you.”

  Diamond looked up at the tall, light-skinned man with braids.

  “So, you want to protect me? What’s in it for you?” Diamond asked seductively.

  “I don’t know,” he lied, closing the gap between them. He fondled the drawstring on her robe. “Whatever pops up fir --”

  Before he could make another move, Diamond kneed him square in the nuts. Justin let out a loud oomph, before curling up on the floor in the fetal position. She then pushed him out of her room, causing him to fall in the hallway in pain. Banishing him with a warning, she said, “If you ever try to pull some weak-ass shit like that again, I swear, I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to you!” She then slammed the door and locked it.

  Chapter 32

  DEVIL IN A TIGHT DRESS

  Inside the fabulous Supper Club that entertained the rich and famous of LA, Clyde threw one of the biggest parties that the city had ever seen. Everybody who was blessed with wealth showed their faces for this mega event. Men and women were dressed in outrageously expensive designer outfits. Movie stars, real live gangsters, rappers, athletes and divas were there. DJ Khalid was bangin’ “The Game” and 50 Cent’ “This Is How We Do.” From the balcony, Clyde and his boys watched as some of the finest ladies in LA sat at the bar, gyrating their hips on their stools, enjoying shots of Patron.

  “Yo, have somebody call those bitches up here,” Justin ordered.

  Once his soldiers walked downstairs, Clyde smiled. “Damn, cuz,” he said, popping open another bottle of champagne, “we got enough bitches around us already. How many more do you want?”

  “It’s never enough bitches, cuz,” Justin replied before snatching the bottle out of Clyde’s hand and taking a long swallow. Besides, I want the VIP room to be packed with so many hoes that by the time we leave I’m a be swimmin’ out this muthafucka.”

  Clyde looked at Shug, who had two women sitting on opposite sides of his lap while rubbing his large belly. No doubt, they were tripping off of ecstasy; every now and then, Shug would get them to kiss each other. Clyde chuckled because he’d pick out two women himself later that night to take home. There were so many sack chasers running around, he didn’t know which one he wanted. As Mike strolled into the section with Deshawn Butler and his brother, Stephon, Clyde snapped out of his fantasy.

  “Clyde,” Deshawn greeted him before shaking his hand, “what’s been goin’ on, son?”

  The two embraced, looking like two true bosses. Both were dressed in Armani and Gucci and had jewelry that was so expensive that Jacob the Jeweler himself would have been impressed.

  Deshawn had an introduction to take care of before they proceeded. He gestured towards a well-built man behind him who could almost pass for his twin. “Clyde, this is my brother, Stephon.”

  “Oh, shit, I know who you are,” Clyde said, shaking Stephon’s hand. “You’re gonna be the next middleweight champion.”

  Stephon smiled. “Scar, I like this guy already. Word.”

  “C’mon, y’all, have a seat. We were just about to politic. How’s everything goin’ in New York?” Clyde inquired.

  “Everything’s smooth,” Deshawn replied. “I’m tryna get my brother a Nike endorsement deal. They wanna wait and see if he can beat the middleweight champ. So we’re on hold right now.”

  “Well, you know how that shit goes. Hell, I wish I had a brother that was in sports. Instead, I got cursed with a spoiled brat for a sister.”

  Deshawn chuckled. He had never met Diamond, but from what he had heard from Clyde, he knew she must be a problem child. Just then, a big commotion erupted near the club entrance. All heads turned as three African men in immaculate clothes walked in with a group of men. They parted the throng of people like they were Hollywood’s biggest stars. They headed up the lighted staircase, onto the balcony, where Clyde and the others sat.

  Deshawn was the first to stand. He extended his hand and the shorter African with a short goatee shook it first. “Simon, Hillary, Tanetche, it’s good of you all to come on such a short notice,” Deshawn said, stepping to the side. “This is the man I’ve been talking about. Meet the head of the Great White Organization, Clyde White, and these are his homies.”

 

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