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  Black Diamond 2: Nicety

  Brittani Williams

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Black Diamond 2: Nicety

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter 1 - Diamond

  Chapter 2 - Black

  Chapter 3 - Diamond

  Chapter 4 - Black

  Chapter 5 - Diamond

  Chapter 6 - Black

  Chapter 7 - Diamond

  Chapter 8 - Black

  Chapter 9 - Diamond

  Chapter 10 - Black

  Chapter 11 - Diamond

  Chapter 12 - Black

  Chapter 13 - Diamond

  Chapter 14 - Black

  Chapter 15 - Diamond

  Chapter 16 - Black

  Chapter 17 - Diamond

  Chapter 18 - Diamond

  Chapter 19 - Diamond

  Chapter 20 - Diamond

  Chapter 21 - Diamond

  Chapter 22 - Diamond

  Chapter 23 - Diamond

  Chapter 24 - Diamond

  Chapter 25 - Black

  Chapter 26 - Diamond

  Chapter 27 - Black

  About the Author

  Copyright Page

  Black Diamond 2: Nicety

  Some call her Nice, but most call her Nasty

  Brittani Williams

  Acknowledgments

  I did it again, book number four! I thank God, for helping me through it because it was a rough process this time. Through illness I struggled and managed to get it done. I dedicate all that I do to my son as always because everything I do is for him.

  Thanks Mom and Dad for always having my back and spreading the word about my work. I love you more than you know.

  Thanks to all of my family and friends, you all mean a lot to me and I am blessed to have you all in my life.

  My cousin Frances, you have been there so much for me over the past year and I greatly appreciate it. I am blessed to have such a kind-hearted person in my life. I love you.

  To my friends Jennifer and Nikki, you both have been such good friends and I’m very glad that you are part of my life. Jen thanks for always checking in on me and Nikki thanks for just being there to talk, hang out with, and of course keep my hair tight! I love you both.

  Big Lil, thanks for coming in and being my savior for the new business. Things were looking grim but you stepped in and made things look a little brighter.

  To people like Ameer of UrbanSteez.com, Rell of the 1800Magazine.com, the Dedan Tolbert Show, Kenyatta of Love & Life Magazine, and all other magazines and book clubs. Your support hasn’t gone unnoticed.

  All of my author friends Anna J., K’wan, Mark Anthony, Dashawn Taylor, Daaimah S. Poole, Karen E. Quinnones Miller, Nyema Taylor, J.M. Benjamin, Shay, T. Styles, K.D. Harris, Anya Nicole, and so many others, thanks for always being a positive influence and I hope you all continue to flourish in your careers. Each of you are an inspiration to me.

  Neesh, thanks for taking that lead role of Diamond on for the stage play and for becoming a friend. I wish you so much success in your career. Ms. Cat, I’m so glad you hung in there with me, you are the bomb and I know your modeling and acting career will only continue flourish.

  Tiona Brown, I want to congratulate you on your book and I’m glad that we’ve met and become friends. I look forward to your success as an author.

  Thanks to Ralph, Ebey, Al, Babyman, Marv, Uncle Howie, and Buck Wild for the support. You have all supported me in some fashion and it means a lot. Thanks for promoting my work and me.

  To everyone who has ever e-mailed me, went online and left a review, or stopped me to let me know how much you loved my books, thank you! Your support definitely keeps me going.

  To anyone that I have forgotten, I sincerely apologize. It definitely doesn’t mean you aren’t important and I will make it up to you.

  Ms. Brittani

  Prologue

  I hope you enjoyed the last two months—get ready for a war. You should have checked my pulse to see if I was dead. I couldn’t believe my eyes nor could I believe such a thing was possible. Checked his pulse? Why hadn’t I done that? I stood there in the office with both Kiki and Black staring me down, waiting for me to tell them what the letter said. I had detached myself from the situation. I had instantly flashed back to that night and tried to figure out what I’d missed. Black went inside after me so he should have noticed. Did he see what I saw? I never really wanted to talk about it after that night but I just couldn’t understand how I’d been so careless. Yes, I was emotional, but this could be the end for me; this could be the end for both Black and me.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll take care of it?” I yelled.

  “That’s what I said, don’t worry about it.”

  “How the hell do you expect me to do that? There’s no way I can act like I didn’t just read that fucking note. How the hell could this happen, Black? What the hell are we going to do?”

  Kiki stood still as a statue; she couldn’t believe it either. She warned me about this, telling me that I needed to be careful and now look what happened. I wanted her to say something. I wanted someone to say anything that made sense at this point, because saying don’t worry just wasn’t going to get it. It just wasn’t possible at a time like this.

  “Didn’t you see him, Black? What did you see when you went inside the house?”

  “Diamond, I just told you what happened.”

  “Well, I need you to tell me again. Please tell me anything that would make this seem like a joke. This has to be a joke.”

  “I was sitting in the car when I saw you come out—I didn’t see anyone else around. No cars or anything. I was sitting there waiting for Kemp to call me—we were supposed to go make a drop. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but I knew that something wasn’t right. I waited until you pulled off and used the spare key Kemp gave me to go inside. I called his name and when I didn’t get a response, I went upstairs and saw him lay out on the floor near the bed. I noticed that you tried to throw some things around but it looked staged so I hurried and ransacked the place a little more and then I left.”

  “He was on the floor?” I asked. From what I remembered he was on the bed, so how the hell did he get on the floor?

  “Yeah, he was on the floor. Why does that matter?”

  “Because when I shot him he was on the bed. How the hell could he have gotten on the floor unless he wasn’t dead?”

  Black stood there with a puzzled look on his face. I was still trying to figure this out, there had to be something that we were missing. Kiki still stood in the same spot, silent.

  “He has to be dead, Diamond, it just doesn’t make any sense.”

  “I know that it doesn’t make sense but I know that someone knows something if they’re sending shit like this.”

  “There was no one else there, though, I sat outside and didn’t see anyone else.”

  “The note clearly says something different.” I was frustrated. This was something that I didn’t need to deal with—I couldn’t deal with it.

  “D, I’m kind of thinking Black’s right. I mean, if he went in and saw him dead then it can’t be him,” Kiki finally chimed in, though she wasn’t saying anything that I wanted to hear.

  This situation had me questioning everyone and everything. I wanted this to be over, I wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay but it didn’t appear that way. I took the note from Black’s hand and read it again—I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I grabbed my bag off of the chair and headed toward the door without saying a word. I heard footsteps behind me but I didn’t turn to look.<
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  “Diamond, wait,” Black yelled.

  “What, Black? I need to get home right now so talk to me when you get there.”

  “Why are you angry at me? I’m not the one that’s doing anything. Shit, you shot him—I just tried to help you cover it up.”

  I turned around and gave him the stare of death. “I didn’t ask for your fucking help, I didn’t ask you for anything.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that, Diamond. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re mad at me.”

  “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. I fucked up and now I could be killed. Look, I have to go. I’ll talk to you at home.”

  “I’m going to follow you, so just wait a minute. I don’t feel comfortable with you traveling alone.”

  I didn’t respond. I got in the car and drove off, leaving him standing there. I didn’t want to be followed. I didn’t want to feel like a damn criminal or a child. I wanted shit to be normal. I looked in the rearview mirror and didn’t see him. I needed some time alone. There wasn’t anything that he could say to make me feel better. The only thing that would make me feel better knowing Kemp’s body was six feet under where I watched them lower it.

  Chapter 1

  Diamond

  Tricks of the Trade, November 2007

  I had to see for myself. If I had the strength to dig six feet under I would have brought a shovel out here to this cemetery. It was cold and dark. Most people would think I was crazy for coming out here alone at 12 A.M. but for once in my life I could honestly admit that I was afraid. I had done too much to turn back or to even apologize, for that matter. How could you say I’m sorry for shooting you? The fact of the matter was that I wasn’t sorry for shooting him, I was sorry that he hadn’t died. I was confused—I could remember that day as if it were yesterday. I stood there at the foot of the bed as both Kemp and Mica’s blood poured out onto the sheets and soaked into the bed. Someone was trying to scare me and it was definitely working. He couldn’t be alive. I didn’t stay around to check his pulse but I knew it had to be him buried there. I put on an Oscar-worthy performance at the funeral, even kissed his cold cheek. I was sure that I had gotten away with murder. What was I supposed to do now? I got down on my knees and put my hand on the headstone that read his name. So many things were running through my mind at this point. I wanted to pray but then I’d feel guilty for what I’d done to get me in this position in the first place. In my mind, things like this only happened in the movies, people who were assumed dead would return to cause a ruckus, but not in the real world. I was losing my mind—I had to know one way or another who the hell was screwing with me. Someone else must’ve been there that night—that was the only explanation that I could come up with. I heard leaves breaking as if someone were stepping on them and breaking them into pieces. I quickly turned my head and looked around. I didn’t see anyone. What the hell was going on? I thought.

  “Who’s there?” I spoke loudly enough to be heard, but not too loud to wake up the neighborhood. I wasn’t trying to bring more attention to myself. The cemetery on Lehigh Avenue was directly across from residential homes so I knew if I got too loud they could hear me. Then I thought, maybe that was a good thing, in case someone was trying to attack me. “Who’s there?” I spoke again but still no answer. I focused my attention back on the headstone but at the same time I reached in my purse and held onto my gun to be safe.

  “I know that I buried you. I just don’t get it. Who’s down there?” I heard the leaves again. I was getting annoyed. I stood up from the ground and looked around again. “Who the hell is out here?” Still no one answered.

  Maybe I was just being paranoid. It was mid-November and pretty windy out so it could have just been the wind blowing the leaves around. I looked at the headstone one last time before walking toward my car. I kept looking around the cemetery but with so many trees you could easily hide and not be seen. I still gripped onto my gun tightly, walking so fast I was practically running. The sound of the leaves breaking got louder the faster I walked. My cell phone rang just as I pressed the keypad to unlock the car doors and damn near gave me a heart attack.

  “Hello,” I said as I hurried inside of the car and locked the doors.

  “Babe, where the hell are you?” Black yelled. I could tell that he was angry. With all of the stuff going on, he definitely didn’t want me out of his sight. I ditched his security to come here. I couldn’t stand to be followed.

  “I’m on my way home. I’m just leaving the cemetery.”

  “The cemetery? What the hell would make you go to the cemetery at midnight? You need to get back here now.”

  “I just said I was on my way home.” I knew he was worried but I wasn’t a child. Hell, without me, he wouldn’t have half of what he had now. He’d still be Kemp’s understudy waiting for a chance to take the lead.

  “Just hurry up!” he yelled into the receiver before hanging up. I didn’t get a chance to respond but I was ready to curse him from A to Z. Shit, he should have learned from Kemp, no man was going to tell me what to do. Those days were long over. I started the car and tried to pull off but the car wouldn’t move.

  “What the hell?” I yelled. I got out and walked around to the back of the car and noticed both back tires were completely flat. Someone was definitely out here and the feeling of fear that came over my body damn near buckled my knees. I hurried back inside the car and dialed Black again.

  “Come get me, somebody is out here trying to get me.”

  “What?”

  “Black, just hurry up! Both of my back tires are flat and I heard someone following me. Please hurry up.”

  “I’m coming now.”

  I pulled my gun from my bag as I nervously sat and waited. I should have never been out there in the first place. Each time I saw movement I put my fingers in place to shoot. I laughed—when it would end up being a tree branch or a plastic bag flying in the air. Was I tripping? Or was there really someone out there? I kept asking myself over and over again until something came crashing through my back window. Glass went everywhere and I heard footsteps going in the opposite direction. Once I could clearly see, I yelled, “I have a gun and trust me, I’ll shoot!” I was scared shitless and I prayed that Black would pull up at any minute. My prayers were answered when I saw the headlights of his BMW. I got out of the car and ran over, almost knocking him over.

  “Someone is trying to kill me, they threw something through my back window. I’m so glad you came.” I hugged him and held on tight. The river of tears began to flow once I knew I was safe. He walked me over to the passenger seat of his car and put me inside. He walked over to my car and looked at the tires and windows before making a phone call. I wasn’t sure who he called and honestly, I didn’t care. I wanted him to get inside of the car and take me the hell home. I’d had enough excitement for one night. He was still on the phone when he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove off.

  “All right, get with me and let me know what’s up. I need Merk to tow that car early. I don’t need that shit getting any extra attention . . . call me after he’s done . . . I’m staying with her tonight and we’ll link up tomorrow . . . all right one!” He turned and looked at me. I was still crying and shivering in my seat. He didn’t say a word—he just reached over and put his hand on top of mine. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say. They say what goes around comes around and maybe it was my time to get what was coming for me. I walked into the house like a zombie. Black still didn’t speak, which was probably a good thing because I didn’t know what to say. I sat down on the couch and soon he sat down next to me.

  “I’m glad you’re okay,” he finally broke the silence but I didn’t respond. I looked over at him and kissed him. Shit, I was more than glad that I was okay. I should have never been so foolish in the first place. I couldn’t figure out what the hell possessed me to go out to a damn cemetery at night anyhow. Though he was a man and he wouldn’t be one if he didn’t do or say the stupid s
hit that men do, he was the one that I loved. I mean, none of the other men in my past truly cared about me the way that Black did. With training, Kemp probably could have but Black didn’t need any of that. He did it on his own. It was then that I appreciated him even more. He could have went out to work, which is what kept us living the lavish life but he chose to stay with me. We continued to kiss each other as if it were the last kiss we’d ever have. His hands were soon all over my body and my clothes had since hit the floor. His smooth skin next to mine felt like silk rubbing across my naked body. His movements were slow and deliberate and each touch hit spots that I didn’t even realize could send chills up and down my spine. His body was sculpted to perfection and every muscle looked like chocolate greatness like it could melt in your mouth. I tried to relax and not exemplify how anxious I was but it was becoming more difficult to hold back with each second. His Sean John cologne was tickling my nose. I was in heaven waiting for him to reach my wet pussy and massage it as he’d done my nipples a few seconds earlier, but he chose to take his time. His hands slowly moved down my stomach and soon reached my throbbing clit, which was just about to erupt. My body began to shake on contact. The orgasm had been building up and just the slightest touch made me explode. Hell, he could have probably blown on it and gotten the same result.

  I moved my hips to grind against his fingers as he continued to kiss me sensually. At that point, I wished that I hadn’t waited so long to get with him. I mean, when I met Kemp, Black was hanging in his shadow. I was looking for a leader so naturally Kemp caught my attention. Since money was my main objective, being with Black back then wasn’t an option. All I could see were dollar signs. I married Kemp just for the money but being with Black was totally different; it was for love. Kemp had never been a slacker in the lovemaking department but it was just something about Black that I couldn’t explain. I had never been with a man who could look at me and cause my lips to quiver. He was perfect in every sense of the word and when I felt his thick fingers slide inside of me I began to fuck them. I moaned loudly but was soon silenced as his lips touched mine and his tongue quickly followed behind. He stared me in the eyes as if there was something that he wanted to say but couldn’t find the words to speak. I wanted to know what was on his mind but I was enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my pussy too much to say a word.