The Diamond Syndicate

They were standing in front of the nail salon and Trey glared at her through the store’s front window. He took his arm from around her and backed up, readjusting his weapon.

Diamond, feeling a little embarrassed by the incident, straightened her clothing and then turned around to face him. “What’s your problem?” she asked, looking seriously into his hazel eyes.

“Who is this clown you been fucking around with?”

“What?”

Trey stepped closer to her. “Who is this white muthafucka I been seeing you with?”

“Oh, him?” Diamond had to stall to make up some kind of lie.

Trey turned his head to the side and twisted his lips. “Don’t play yourself, Diamond.”

“OK, first of all, I ain’t one of them little tramps you run around with,” she said, trying to flip the script on him. “Second, don’t forget who you talking to. I’m a grown-ass woman.” She pointed her finger at his chest.

Trey chuckled. “Don’t try to flip the shit on me. Who is he?”

Diamond smiled. “You got issues. He is gonna be our next come-up, but if you keep acting like this it ain’t gonna be no come-up.”

“What we need him for? I take care of you.”

“I know you do, baby, but I’m telling you, we can’t pass this up, and I need you to trust me. I have to be with him to bait him.”

“You full of shit!”

Diamond studied Trey’s body. She had to admit, Trey was maturing into a sexy thug with each passing day. He turned her on in more than one way, but then there were those immature times. This wasn’t one of those times, though. He was turning her on by taking control.

“When did you ever know me to bullshit about money?”

“Never,” he said.

“All right, then, what makes you think I would bullshit about it now?”

Trey didn’t respond, nor did he stop mean-mugging her, his jaw muscle flexing.

Diamond continued to stare up at him, wishing he would lighten up. She really did have a plan to use Dr. Ricci so they could make some real cash, but she was also enjoying dating him in the process.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Huh?” She frowned. “I tell you about how we gonna use dude to make some real cash, and you talking about me fucking him. How you sound, Trey?”

“Did you fuck?”

“No, Trey, I didn’t fuck him. I’m going to get my nails done. I don’t have time to play these kid games with you.” She turned to leave.

Trey grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to him. He kissed her passionately before he released her. “Just remember who fucks you good and takes care of your ass.” He walked toward his car and got inside.

Diamond was turned on. I must be crazy letting this little young boy turn me out, she thought.

***

Later that night, Trey rolled off Diamond and lay panting beside her, while Diamond lay busted up on her back. Trey straight pile-drove into her treasures, until she came over and over again.

“So what kinda game you running on this white cat?”

“Remember I told you about the insurance thing I wanted to put in place?”

“No, I don’t remember.”