Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 37

Chapter 37

Diamond

               The past couple of weeks had been good. With Dee, Alex, and Armani working for me faithfully, I had money stacking up in my bank account fast. I went out and bought me a burgundy Acura. It was newer than the one Calli had a few years ago and I felt like a bad bitch as I rolled around in it. I loved the new car smell and the fact that it was all mine. I loved the feeling of finally having enough, but it wasn't everything, and I still wasn't satisfied because I wanted it all.

         When the year of 1998 hit, I felt like my new years resolution was to become a ballin' bitch. I had to start thinking smart. I had to get out of my comfort zone before something bad would happen and I would lose what little I had. One day I rode down south in my new whip. I drove to momma's old run down house that I used to live in from the time I was twelve years old until I was fourteen. I pulled up next to it to see that it had boarded windows and notices on the door. I got out of my car with neighborhood eyes watching me. A clean whip like mines sitting outside of a house that looked like a vacant home was irregular and I could see why people starred and watched me. I switched my ass up the concrete steps to the front door. There was a small for sale sign plastered on it and a number, then I saw vacant notices. I took both of the signs, got back in the car and drove to my apartment.

        I sat at home at my dining table and dialed the sale number. A guy's voice picked up and said hello. I knew it was our old landlord from back in the day. "Hello, my name is Diamond Rosemont. I was wondering if I could buy your house that you had for sale today"? I asked as politely as I could.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That house is owned by the government now. You have to take all of this up with the bank".

"Okay". I sighed hanging up the phone aggravatingly, so two weeks later I went and took care of the business. The house was $14,000 which wasn't so bad. I put money up and Alex chipped in and together we bought the old house. I quickly knew my way around the old house that I used to live in what seemed like such a long time ago. I knew where I wanted everything, and I wanted it all in the basement. I had two stoves placed down there, a refrigerator, two long tables, and other shit used to make my product. I also had Armani set cameras up so I could see all that was all happening. I decorated the house like it was a regular home because I didn't want people to get too suspicious around me. Dee hired some girls to work there and cook my shit up for me. I told all of the six girls over the phone that if they were to ever steal any of my shit, then it would be their last motha fuckin' day standing. They all got the picture and got to work. Cash was starting to flow freely like I wanted, my name and my product was known all over Queens, and people's respect for me was growing more and more everyday, but there was still allot missing. I needed to grow the side of my hardness back. The side where I wasn't afraid to pull the trigger on bitches if they fucked up. I quickly called up Gay Tony who I had been slowly updating on my business. I sent him money now and then in thank you cards, but he would just send the shit right back and double it. Sometimes he would triple it. I asked him where I could get weapons and he came over to my apartment with a man that had a big, black box full of weapons. I ended up buying five nine millimeters, and two grenades. I hid my weapons everywhere. I placed a nine under my mattress, I had one in my dresser, I had one in my glove compartment, and under my drivers seat in my car. I had a nine under the sink in my kitchen, and one stuffed in between the cushions of my couch. I hid my grenades in my old room back at my momma's house just in case something tragic might happen and I might have to blow the motha fucker up one day. I went to the shooting range and practiced on how to use my weapons. The feeling of killing that man in the recreation center back in Harlem had came over me as I shot at the black signs with the outlines of people drawn on them. I was slowly becoming a drug lord more and more everyday and the more people respected me, the more I started to respect myself.