The Black Kiss Of Death, page 17
part #1 of Montega Chronicles Series
“Aww, boo, cheer up. You still have me,” Diamond assured him.
Although Stephon was no longer the middleweight champ, Diamond still loved him. She knew what love meant, and when she fell for someone, she fell hard. Once the seven-foot giant got in the passenger’s side of the silver Lexus GS 400, Diamond drove off and headed for the mansion. On the way uptown, she noticed through her rear view mirror that she was being followed.
The black Suburban had been following her ever since she’d left Stephon’s place. Instincts told her not to go home until she found out who the hell was back there. Could it be Stephon? She thought.
Out of nowhere, another SUV smashed into the side of her Lexus. Diamond quickly regained control and floored the gas. “Bain, hold on. And shield your head,” she said as the car bolted forward.
She heard the sound of gunfire as a volley of bullets punched through the back window. Diamond swerved in and out of traffic, trying to shake the assassins. As she dropped into the far right lane, a glut of traffic slowed the assassins, giving her just enough time to escape.
Diamond stepped on it, but slammed on the brakes when she spotted a car double-parked up ahead. The Lexus smashed into the back of a Toyota Camry, causing the air bags to deploy. Bain quickly opened the passenger’s side door and rolled out as Diamond followed on the same side. She grabbed her bag just as the driver’s side door got ambushed with lead. The Suburban stopped and Ape Gang members hopped out with machine guns, spraying bullets. Diamond and Bain stayed low as she pulled out her semiautomatic Glock .40 with the extended magazine. Bain had his trusty Colt.45 automatic, ready to fire. Diamond crawled to the next parked vehicle and looked underneath, glimpsing at the feet of the assassins. She took aim and fired.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A few bullets caught the feet of one of the assassins, causing his palm to lock on tight to the trigger of his gun from the pain. He mistakenly killed two of his own members before he fell to the ground.
Diamond downed him with a head shot, which he took without warning. While the rest were distracted, Bain swung around the car and fired at the rest of the men who were trying to reload their weapons. Diamond dropped one of them and kept firing until her clip was on E.
Innocent bystanders ran for cover, leaving their cars as they ducked and hid from the loud gunshots. Diamond dropped down as bullets came her way. She reached into her bag, pulled out a fresh clip, and reloaded. Before she could get up to return fire, she heard a different round of gunshots in the distance. With the Ape Gang on top of them, a police helicopter hovered overhead and a SWAT team quickly started blocking off the area.
Diamond grabbed her purse and tossed the gun and clip in the sewer drain. She then nodded at Bain, and they trotted off for an alley, just as the Ape Gang turned their weapons on the SWAT team and fired. The Africans battled it out with the cops until the last man fell.
By this time, Diamond and Bain were three blocks away. The first person she thought of was her boo. “Bain, I have to call Stephon,” she said pulling out her cell phone and dialing his number. She got the voice mail. She was confused. He always kept his phone on, in case she called.
She prayed nothing was wrong as she called her cousin, Butch, to let him know what had happened and where she was. Too far away, Butch called Butta on the three-way and gave him her location.
It was a good thing Butta was at a restaurant nearby because cops had swarmed over the whole area. When Butta pulled up in his white Excursion, with his right-hand man, A-Z, by his side, Diamond and Bain got in and headed for Stephon’s mansion, hoping that they weren’t too late.
Chapter 43
WHEN A WOMAN’S FED UP
Diamond tried to call Stephon’s cell phone once more, but again, all she got was his voice mail. Out of frustration and fear, she threw the phone down. Once they pulled up, all four jumped out when they saw an unusual Dodge Challenger parked out front. A-Z handed Diamond one of his black P-89 twin Rugers and cautiously walked into the mansion, behind Bain. A-Z was a cold white boy with blue eyes and a crew cut fade. He was skinny, but he rode hard when things got dramatic. Big Butta fucked with him tough and kept him on the wing.
Together, they searched the first floor. There was no sign of an intruder. No sign of false entry. All of a sudden, they heard noises upstairs, squeals and grunts. Someone was in the house. They all headed up the spiral staircase, checking every room. When they finally reached the master bedroom, once again Bain took lead. Slowly, he twisted the knob, then pushed the door. It swung open and bounced against the wall, knocking a picture of Stephon and Diamond to the floor.
When Bain rushed inside with his gun drawn, his eyes widened with surprise. Lying on the bed were Stephon and some white woman. They both were completely naked, trying to cover themselves up with the quilt. When Diamond walked into the room, assuming that her boyfriend was dead, what she saw devastated her and broke her heart.
Both Stephon and the white girl lay there with their mouths agape as Diamond stood there, with her hands on her hips and a sneer on her face. “Diamond, baby, I can explain.”
“Oh, you can explain?” Diamond snarled as her left eyebrow arched in anger. “What? She accidentally came to the wrong house, found the wrong man, stumbled out of her clothes, and fell onto your dick? Is that what you were gonna tell me? And to think, I was worried about you.”
“Diamond, please-“
“Just shut up,” she snapped, finally fed up with his lies.
She aimed the gun at him while giving A-Z and Butta the nod to grip him up.
“Wait. What the fuck are y’all doing?” Stephon asked, panic stricken as the two approached. “Bain, do something.”
“Bain is no longer your concern. Besides, you don’t need a bodyguard where you’re goin, boo-boo,” Diamond promised him as A-Z snatched the chick off the bed and flung her down to the floor.
As Butta went to grab Stephon, the boxer cocked his arm to swing, but Butta’s 450-pound body was quicker on the draw. “Go ahead and try that boxing shit with me if you want, dog. I’ll bust ya ass, you flea-ass nigga,” Butta warned with the gun to Stephon’s head. “Now, get ya broke-ass dressed before you’re fighting for your life in the emergency room.”
Stephon did exactly as they said. He threw on some clothes, wondering where this was going. Diamond studied the girl on the ground and shook her head. Not only was she mad that he had cheated on her, but with a skank?”
As soon as Stephon was fully dressed, A-Z clobbered him on the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Diamond drew her gun and pointed it at the girl’s face. “Suck on it,” she demanded. “You like to suck black barrels, don’t you? Well, suck on this hammer.”
The chick hesitated until Diamond shouted, “Suck on it, bitch!”
Trembling with fear, the chick placed the barrel in her wide mouth. Disgusted, Diamond pulled the trigger, blowing her brains out. Butta and A-Z tied Stephon’s wrists, arms and ankles with duct tape as Diamond bent down to look at Stephon one last time.
“How could you betray the woman who always put you first?” she asked before kissing him on the forehead. Using the girl’s panties, she gagged him.
They carried him downstairs and threw him in the trunk of his brand new AMG Mercedes Benz. Inside the house, Diamond opened several jugs of gasoline and poured it on the flooring before setting the house ablaze. She then came outside with a bag and shovel in her hand. “You sure you good from here?” Butta asked.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks for everything. We’ll be in touch,” Diamond replied.
“You know Scar’s gonna ask questions about his brother,” Butta added.
“Fuck him. Let’s keep this between us, though.”
“You ain’t got to tell me that. I live by the code, and my man A-Z ain’t no rat, either,” Butta stated before jumping back in his truck and pulling off just as the house was engulfed in flames.
Diamond and Bain headed the opposite way, blasting Jay-Z’s “Say Hello” on the stereo. By the time she arrived on the outskirts of LA, to a place that overlooked the city, it had gotten dark and the city’s lights glowed below. Every time she visited the place, it made her think of JR. Diamond took the shovel and got out. As soon as she popped the trunk, she began to beat Stephon with the shovel. She pounded and pounded on him until he was a bloody, pulpy corpse. Bain pulled Stephon out of the trunk and laid him on the ground. Taking the shovel from Diamond, he dug a deep hole. Diamond went into the car and pulled out the bag and dumped it into the ditch: every picture that she and Stephon ever took together, along with shirts, panties and everything else that made her think of him. She poured gasoline into the ditch and set it on fire.
Diamond stood there for a second, thinking about what she was doing. Part of her wanted to stop, because what she was doing would kill her inside. Not to mention she had killed a high-profile Underworld member’s brother. The other part of her was saying that she was already gone and fuck who didn’t like it. Looking at Bain, she gave him a simple nod. Bain dumped Stephon’s mutilated body in the makeshift grave. The fire licked at the corpse for a while, then Diamond told him to shovel dirt in and be done with it. She told herself not to cry, but a lone teardrop found its way down her cheek, fell off her chin and landed on the grave below. At that moment, she realized that love was her worst enemy. She vowed never again to get that close to another man. Love was for the weak. And at that point, she needed all the strength she could to make it to the top.
Chapter 44
NEWS REPORT
“Oh, yes, right there. Yes! Yes! Yes!” Clyde pounded her out, doggie style. “Ummm, ssss, ohhh, yes, baby.”
Clyde could feel himself reaching his peak, but all of a sudden, he was distracted by a news report on his 43-inch.
“Good evening, I’m Barbara Benson, and you’re watching ‘Fox News at Ten’. A tragic fire broke out today in the Redondo Beach section of Los Angeles, leaving a woman dead. Police say that the house belonged to ex-middleweight boxing champion Stephon ‘Babyface’ Butler.”
When Clyde heard that, he pushed the broad off of him, fearing that the dead woman was his sister.
“Police found a Caucasian woman murdered, with a gunshot to the head. There was no sign of Butler anywhere. Police suspect that Butler shot the woman and fled after torching the house. If anyone knows of Stephon Butler’s whereabouts please call our hotline…”
Clyde couldn’t believe his ears. He knew that Stephon’s life started going south right after he lost the title belt, but he had no idea it was that bad. When the reporter spoke of a white woman killed in the house, he was relieved that it wasn’t Diamond. His thoughts were now on Deshawn, wondering how he was taking this loss. With his dick still hard and Tammie still horny, he pulled off the condom and lay back to watch the next segment. Knowing that she wouldn’t get it any other way, Tammie took his dick and started polishing it off inside her mouth.
“In Sherman Oaks, police say witnesses saw this Lexus crash into the back of a double-parked car as armed men opened fire on the vehicle with automatic weapons. Witnesses say a huge man and a black woman exited this vehicle and returned fire before escaping,” the reporter said as the TV flashed scenes where the shootout took place.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Clyde said in amazement as he watched.
“It’s good, daddy?” Tammie asked, lifting her head up.
“Not you. I’m watching the news,” he replied, pushing her head back down to finish the job.
The reporter continued. “Police say the woman and the accomplice managed to kill three armed men and evade a SWAT team. The vehicle that they were driving was registered to Stephon Butler.”
Clyde frowned when he heard that. What the hell is going on, he thought. It was obvious that Stephon got around and was probably fucking every bitch in the city. He knew he had to get down to the bottom of all this. “Ahh, shit, yeah!” he gasped.
She popped up with a big smile while wiping her mouth. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Yeah, that shit was bomb…now, get out!”
Chapter 45
CURRAN FROMHOLD - CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
PHILADELPHIA, PA STATE ROAD
Mike repeatedly dialed Jennifer’s number and got no answer. Hissing with frustration, he decided to call Reek. On the first ring, Reek answered. “Yo, big homie.”
“Hello, you have a direct call from…”
Reek pressed five and answered. “Mike, what’s good, my nigga?” he said, happy to hear from him.
“Ain’t shit. How’s everything going out there?” Mike asked while massaging his temple.
“Everything good. Your cousin definitely looked out. I just sent you a stack [$1,000] the other day.”
“Yeah, I got it, but that’s not why I’m calling. Look, I need you to drive past my girl’s crib and grab that bread I got stashed in the safe for me. She actin’ real weird, not answering the phone and shit,” Mike explained.
“Say no more, my nigga, I’m on it,” Reek said.
“Good looking out, bol,” Mike said feeling, a bit better.
“No doubt. Oh, yeah, before I forget, you know the shorty, Jazz, who be with Taliban and Montega’s sister, Kia?”
“Uh-huh, I know the bitch.”
“Yeah, well, she wants to holla at chu, so I gave her your address and PP number so she could come see you,” Reek stated.
“I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch, right now. I’m facing a murder, dog. What I need is hat bread,” Mike emphasized.
“A'ight, I’m on it,” Reek said before hanging up.
Reek hopped into his green Cadillac Eldorado and headed for the playground. There, he spotted Montega, his brother, Taliban, and Razor, chilling by the gates. Rolling down the passenger’s side window, Reek said, “What ch’all doin’ right now?”
“Shit,” Montega replied.
“Why don’t y’all take this ride with me up to Chestnut Hill?,” Reek suggested.
Once all three were in, Reek drove to Mike’s crib, located in a nice, quiet neighborhood. As soon as they pulled up, Montega recognized the place. He had been there plenty of times to cook up coke for Mike. But, this was the first time that it ever looked so plain.
When the four got out, they headed for the front door. Reek rang the bell. No one answered. As he tried again, Montega stepped up on the storm drain and looked inside the window. “Yo, ain’t no furniture in this muthafucka,” he observed, squinting through the glass.
“Fuck you mean, ain’t no furniture?” Reek asked, bewildered, before taking a look for himself.
Montega stepped down and walked up to the door and gave it a thunderous kick. The door swung in, and Razor looked at him with shock. “I see you been spending a lotta time with J-Rider and Killa lately,” Razor joked, referring to their homies who loved to burglarize houses.
Montega smirked devilishly and walked inside. Reek and the rest followed. When they got to the basement, Reek spotted the open safe on the floor and shook his head when he saw nothing inside but some worthless papers. All he could manage to say was, “Ain’t that a bitch.”
Chapter 46
ONE YEAR LATER
In an old-fashioned barber shop, Richard Zelinski sat in the chair while his barber shaved his face. In front of the shop, six Russian mafia soldiers stood around talking, while Zelinski talked to his underboss, Semok Budinov, as his bodyguards, Boe, Fatso and Pete, also sat in on the conversation. Semok needed to discuss Clyde White’s army destroying his club the previous night.
“Mr. Zelinski, I’m through being embarrassed by this guy. Something has to be done. You told me that this man wouldn’t be a problem after Max murdered Charles. Now his son is running around here like he owns the state,” Semok complained.
As the barber angled the chair forward, he grabbed the scissors and began clipping the loose ends of hair. Zelinski replied, “These things that you speak of are little consequence. After tonight, you will understand what I mean. What I want to know about now is our girl. How is she doing?”
“She’s really something, Zelinski. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman so persistent, so ambitious. It’s amazing. Not only is she hot, but she’s serious. She now buys over 2,000 kilos a month. Maybe soon, she’ll be buying our whole shipment,” Budinov exaggerated to make his point.
“I think I’d like to meet her. Set it up for me, will you?” Zelinski said just as his barber finished.
Semok nodded his head and faked a smile, “I’ll get right on it.”
Diamond lay back in her new boyfriend Hector’s estate while enjoying the pleasure of getting her pussy eaten. She raked her fingers through his hair. “Ummm, that feels so good, poppy,” she purred.
Hector was a Mexican drug lord who was head of the Sinaloa cartel. His cartel produced some of the finest heroin in Mexico, smuggled into America. His only competition was the heroin coming from Afghanistan, the stuff Verningo Castor had coming in from Colombia, and the heroin in Cuba.
When Diamond met Hector, she immediately talked with him about starting a new era in her business. Hearing so much about her, then seeing her in the flesh, Hector fell in love. Her beauty was exquisite, and her confidence and poise were well beyond her years. Never had he met a woman with such a touch of class.
From that point on, Hector was infected by her poisonous attraction and didn’t stop until he had her in his bed.
As Diamond climaxed, her cell phone rang. Her pussy still pulsating, she lifted Hector’s head from between her legs and answered it. Business first, she always said.
“Yes?” she said.
“Hello, pretty. How are you?”
