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  The Black Diamond Trilogy

  Brittani Williams

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One - Diamond: Who’s Betraying Who?

  Chapter Two - Mica: Dreams

  Chapter Three - Diamond: King of the World

  Chapter Four - Mica: Role-Play

  Chapter Five - Diamond: Him, Me, and She

  Chapter Six - Mica: Three-Letter Word

  Chapter Seven - Diamond: As Seen on TV

  Chapter Eight - Mica: Family Matters

  Chapter Nine - Diamond: Running His Game

  Chapter Ten - Mica: The Glamorous Life

  Chapter Eleven - Diamond: A Place Called Home

  Chapter Twelve - Mica: The Battle Within

  Chapter Thirteen - Diamond: Free to Roam

  Chapter Fourteen - Mica: That Old Thing

  Chapter Fifteen - Diamond: Fly like Me

  Chapter Sixteen - Mica: Risky Business

  Chapter Seventeen - Diamond: Down the Aisle

  Chapter Eighteen - Mica: Held Hostage

  Chapter Nineteen - Diamond: We Meet Again

  Chapter Twenty - Mica: Seal the Deal

  Chapter Twenty-one - Diamond: Together Again

  Chapter Twenty-two - Mica: New Horizons

  Chapter Twenty-three - Diamond: Hook, Line and Sinker

  Chapter Twenty-four - Mica: Sucka for Love

  Chapter Twenty-five - Diamond: Stick to the Script

  Chapter Twenty-six - Mica: Make Me Love You

  Chapter Twenty-seven - Diamond: HBIC

  Chapter Twenty-eight - Diamond

  Chapter twenty-nine - Black

  Chapter Thirty - Diamond

  Chapter thirty-one - Black

  Chapter thirty-two - Diamond

  Chapter Thirty-three - Black

  Chapter Thirty-four - Diamond

  Chapter Thirty-five - Black

  Chapter Thirty-six - Diamond

  Chapter Thirty-seven - Black

  Chapter Thirty-eight - Diamond

  Chapter Thirty-nine - Black

  Chapter Forty - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-one - Black

  Chapter Forty-two - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-three - Black

  Chapter Forty-four - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-five - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-six - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-seven - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-eight - Diamond

  Chapter Forty-nine - Diamond

  Chapter Fifty - Diamond

  Chapter Fifty-one - Diamond

  Chapter Fifty-two - Black

  Chapter Fifty-three - Diamond

  Chapter Fifty-four - Black

  Chapter Fifty-five - Feels So Right

  Chapter Fifty-six - Brass Knuckles

  Chapter Fifty-seven - Frenemies

  Chapter Fifty-eight - Back Against the Wall

  Chapter Fifty-nine - His Little Secret

  Chapter Sixty - Second Time Around

  Chapter Sixty-one - Forbidden Fruit

  Chapter Sixty-two - A Game of Chess

  Chapter Sixty-three - Foolin’ Around

  Chapter Sixty-four - Breath of Fresh Air

  Chapter Sixty-five - A Dose of Reality

  Chapter Sixty-six - Mr. Perfect?

  Chapter Sixty-seven - Open Season

  Chapter Sixty-eight - The Ties That Bind

  Chapter Sixty-nine - Choices

  Chapter Seventy - Sudden Impact

  Chapter Seventy-one - On a Mission

  Chapter Seventy-two - Lost

  Chapter Seventy-three - Chance Meeting

  Chapter Seventy-four - Expect the Unexpected

  Chapter Seventy-five - The Unimaginable

  Chapter Seventy-six - Game Time

  Chapter Seventy-seven - The Culprit

  Chapter Seventy-eight - Finale

  Chapter Seventy-nine - Life After Black

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  Chapter One

  Diamond: Who’s Betraying Who?

  I heard the moaning loudly through the halls and had I not been standing here myself I would have never believed it. Two people that I trusted, the two people that I would have taken a bullet for, were right there in my home betraying me. Sorry would never be enough to ease my pain, and at that point there was no turning back. My footsteps couldn’t be heard over their loud lovemaking, and not even the door opening interrupted them. I stood there in the dark hallway watching. Hell, I figured I might as well let them finish before I let my presence be known. At least then it would all be worth it. As Kemp laid flat on his back, his arms tightly gripped Mica’s waist. She grinded into him and let out moans each time the strokes hit her spot. The flickering of the candlelight bounced off of her body, making it radiant. Even the beads of sweat that formed on her back were evident. Though I was furious, I can admit that watching the two of them in action was slightly turning me on. Under different circumstances I would have gladly joined in, but I had to focus on the action at hand. She continued to ride him jockey style and soon he was yelling her name and palming her ass until he had expelled every drop of his love inside of her.

  She slowed her pace and after stopping I knew that it was my cue. I raised my gun and aimed in their direction. I released the safety, which quickly gained their attention. Mica jumped off of him and began backing up to the top of the bed, covering her naked body with the sheets. Kemp sat up in shock and spoke immediately, trying to calm me down.

  “Baby, it’s not what you think,” he spat, the same bullshit line that every man speaks when they get caught. What the fuck did he think—I was blind? I clearly walked into this room and saw him fucking my best friend and all his stupid ass could say was that it’s not what I think.

  “What kind of asshole do you think that I am?” I screamed, trying not to lose my cool. “Did you actually think you could get away with this?”

  “I’m so sorry you had to see this. I never wanted you to find out this way!” Mica cried, as tears began pouring out of her eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t want to hurt me? That’s bullshit! Fucking my man is definitely not the way to avoid it. I trusted you and this is what I get?” I pointed the gun again.

  “Please, Diamond. Don’t do this. This is not the way to handle this,” Kemp continued to try his hand.

  “Fuck you! You don’t have the right to tell me what to do and what not to do. I’m running this shit! Do you see this gun—remember this sight cause this is the last thing that you are going to see. I hope the pussy was worth it!” I cocked the gun and began shooting, releasing five shots. The blood spraying all of the room was something that I would
never forget, somewhat like a bad dream that seemed too real not to believe. I would take this to the grave.

  I never wanted to resort to murder. Hell, I wasn’t a criminal. Well, not a convicted one anyway. I worked hard to get to the point where I was today and I didn’t plan on letting anyone take me down. You never really know the things that lie ahead for you but all of the choices you make ultimately have an effect on the way things turn out. Looking back on the way I grew up, most would say that they wouldn’t have expected anything different from me. I, on the other hand, expected much more.

  I was adopted at the age of two and it wasn’t until I was ten that my mother decided to reveal the truth. I knew I didn’t fit the mold of the family from the beginning but I never had any concrete proof. After my mother and father divorced we moved in with my grandmother to a small row house in North Philly. In total, there were about five houses on the block occupied by humans. The rest were boarded up and infested with rodents, most of which the crackheads used as shelter to get high. My mother always said that eventually we would move on to bigger and better things, but eventually never happened.

  My grandmom had lived there all of her life and refused to move. Shit, she still had the old sofas with the plastic on them, so you know she wasn’t going anywhere. We weren’t the only ones in the family that had run to Grandmom’s for shelter. There was my aunt Cicely who swore her shit didn’t stink. She was on welfare and worked under the table at the hair salon as a shampoo girl. She was the reason the working class hated paying taxes, since she was more than capable of getting a full-time job but she’d rather collect money from the government to go clubbing every weekend. She barely saw her children since they were stuck in the house with my grandmom most of the time. Her idea of quality time was stopping in and giving them a few new toys. It was bullshit to me; I figured that anyone who wasn’t capable of being a good parent should never have kids.

  It was rough in the neighborhood. Resisting temptation was the hardest. With all of the drugs and things around, how could I not get involved? I know that sounds like bull, but try living in the world of sin and see if you’ll come out of it a saint. I didn’t have a lot of friends in the neighborhood because girls weren’t my choice of companionship. I was into boys early, which only got me into trouble.

  I met Mica through her brother Johnny. Johnny and I met after we both were caught stealing from the supermarket. There was a room in the back of the store where they would hold you until your parents arrived. I sat there quietly waiting for my mom to come and watched as Johnny cried buckets of tears. He must have been scared of an ass whooping or something because he was definitely a little extra with his reaction.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to get him to stop crying, because he was annoying the hell out of me.

  “Yeah, I’m fine!” he replied, turning his face in the opposite direction.

  “What’s got you so upset? I mean, damn, is the beating going to be that bad?” I asked, still not done probing him for information.

  “Why do you care? You don’t even know me,” he replied.

  “I know that, but I’m tired of hearing you cry like a little girl, so I’m trying to make small talk to get you to shut up!”

  “What?” he replied, turning to look at me.

  “You heard me! Stop crying like a little girl!” I yelled.

  He jumped up out of his chair and ran over to where I was sitting. Soon, we were rolling around on the floor fighting like two cartoon characters. It was probably comical seeing us trying to hold the other one’s hands down.

  He wasn’t really that much stronger than me, but I didn’t really feel like fighting. I simply wanted him to shut up.

  “Get your hands off of me,” I yelled, struggling to get my hands loose. “I knew you were a little girl, boys don’t fight girls!”

  “They do when girls don’t know how to keep quiet,” he yelled, not releasing his grip on my wrists.

  “You know you like it, you like a girl that’s slick with the tongue,” I said, trying to make him lose his concentration.

  “What?” He loosed his grip for a second, and that was all that I needed to get the upper hand. I flipped him over and was now sitting on top of him holding his hands down.

  “Now, why don’t you just give up? I got you now,” I said, looking him in the eyes as he tried to get loose.

  Just then the door opened and his father and sister came in with the security guard from the store.

  “What is going on here? Get off of him!” his father yelled.

  I quickly got up and moved over to the chair that I had been sitting in before our fight started.

  “Nothing, Dad. We were just playing,” he lied.

  “Just playing my ass, you know how much trouble you’re in right now?”

  “Yes Dad,” he answered after getting up from the floor. “Let’s go, don’t worry, he’ll never steal anything from your store again,” his dad said to the security guard as they headed out of the room.

  I felt sorry for him because I could tell that he was afraid of his father. It was a few weeks before I ran into his sister. I was walking to the corner store to buy a loaf of bread for my grandmom when I saw Mica. She looked at me strangely before coming over to talk to me. I thought for sure that she was going to want to fight since she walked in on me and her brother, but I was surprised by what she had to say.

  “You’re the girl that was in that security room with my brother, right?”

  “Yeah, that’s me. Why?” I asked, preparing for a throwdown.

  “Girl, what’s your name? My brother hasn’t stopped talking about you since that day. I think he’s in love,” she said, laughing.

  I stood there for a second in shock. In love? After the way I talked to him, he must be crazy, I thought. Then I replied, “My name is Diamond. What did he say about me?”

  “He just said that he liked your style and you were sly with your mouth but he could deal with that.”

  “That’s crazy, he really said that?” I asked. Now I was blushing because though I thought he was a little punk, he was cute. He wouldn’t be able to protect me but he was good to look at, as long as he wasn’t crying.

  “Yeah, he did. My name is Mica and his name is Johnny. We live right over there on Dover Street. Why don’t you come hang out with us sometime? We’re always outside.”

  “I might just do that. Thanks, Mica, I’ll be seeing you around soon,” I said before turning to head into the store. Soon Mica and I were best friends and Johnny was my first love. I found out that their father was really abusive and Johnny got it the worst. He was afraid of his father and that was why he cried that day in the supermarket. Johnny was really calm, not like all of the other boys I had dealt with. Most of them already had a sample of sex so they didn’t really care about quality time and conversation. Johnny, on the other hand, did. We would talk on the phone for hours every night about anything you could think of.

  During this time Mica and I hung out a lot too. We got really close but grew closer before Johnny got locked up for murder. After years of abuse he was finally fed up and in a rage he shot and killed their father. I was shocked when Mica called and told me the news. I was even more shocked that she blamed part of it on me. She said that it was me that pushed him to do it. I knew I had nothing to do with it. Johnny was fed up; all I did was encourage him. I never wanted him to be afraid of anyone. I hated that he was being abused. Shit, if anything she should have thanked me. It saved her from being beaten too.

  A few months later Mica and her mother moved out of the neighborhood to somewhere in Delaware County. It would be years before I would see Mica again, and now that I think of it, it may have been better if I’d never seen her at all. Then I wouldn’t be in my home covered with her blood. Damn, what happened to the good old days?

  Chapter Two

  Mica: Dreams

  I hated the long ride up to the Camp Hill Prison, but I had to show my brother love. Besides the f
act that we didn’t have much family, most of the family we had didn’t want to see him. I knew my brother too well and had it not been for him falling too deep in love he would have never been in prison in the first place. Though it had been five years since the day he murdered my father it still felt like yesterday.

  I was only fifteen the day they hauled him off to prison. At the time I didn’t get a true sense of what was happening, but it didn’t take long for me to figure it out. As time passed I realized that both my father and brother were gone. Johnny wasn’t dead but he was gone from the life that I’d been used to. That gunshot, to me, killed two birds with one stone. Most of my family completely erased him from their life. I loved him too much to treat him the way that they had. Where others couldn’t forgive him, I did. The person I couldn’t forgive was the bitch who pushed him to do it. I mean, I’ve been in love—don’t get me wrong—but if there is a love that can make you kill your own parent, then I don’t want it.

  After I arrived and checked in to see my brother I had to sit and wait until they brought him down to the visiting area. I was anxious to get this visit over with because I had a date with a fine-ass hustler that I couldn’t miss. I know that sounds inconsiderate, but shit, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. He might be the key that would finally get me out of the fucked-up neighborhood we called home.

  As my brother entered the room, I smiled. I missed my Johnny so much and even the letters weren’t enough to make me feel the closeness that we once had. He had gotten so big in prison and had turned into a man. It saddened me that he had to grow up this way.

  “Hey, baby sis!” he said, smiling and looking me up and down as if he hadn’t just seen me last week. I made it my business to get up there every week no matter what else I had to do. In my book, family came first. Everything else was secondary.

  “What’s up?” I said, reaching out to give him a quick hug. Hugging wasn’t really allowed but the guards were cool and would allow it for a second. “Did you get the money I sent last week after I left?”