Hate the Player and the Game

Hate the Player and the Game part lV- chapter 51

Hate the Player and the Game

PART IV

Chapter 51

Diamond

              
            I pushed past people trying to get out of the club. I had to get out of there and fast. I had decided to go out with Columbus to a night club and Mondese just happened to be there. I hated his Liberian ass. I was just dancing and getting loose on the dance floor until he spotted me. I could feel eyes on me, but when I looked up and saw his, I knew that all was bad. He stared me down licking his lips with every move that I made wishing he could taste me or get in between my thigh's, but he also knew why he resented me so he pushed those thoughts to the side and I could feel his anger from where I stood. His  black ass, and his thick dreads that stopped at his cheeks erked my nerves every time I seen them. When he stood up and pointed in my direction, I started to panic. I had tried to kill him so many times, and I knew this was his chance to try and get at me. So here I was leaving the club with niggas after me. Shit, I was only twenty-five years old. I was too young to die. As soon as I got out into the warm air, I ran straight to my red Masarati stumbling in my tall heels and trying to force my thigh's to get room to run in the tight dress I was wearing. I had no idea where Columbus was, but I had no time to wait on him. I had to go. I hopped in my car and sped off around the parking lot. About time I made it to the club entrance, Mondese and some of his crew rushed out the door to see where I had went. I rolled down my window, grabbed my nine from the glove compartment, and rode past them busting. I squinted my eyes hoping I landed a bullet in one of them. Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap. I saw one of my bullets fly though Mondes's arm. I was glad that I finally touched this nigga, but then again I was angry that it didn't kill him. I watched him bend over in pain as he held his arm, but I wasn't done yet. I whipped my car around the parking lot again and started busting at them niggas. I landed another bullet in Mondese's shoulder and one in his partners leg. I then sped off toward my safe house which was my apartment. Everyone except my soldiers thought that I was still living in my mansion. My apartment was low key and no one knew where I stayed except for Columbus. I sped through traffic trying to make sure that these niggas weren't following. I had made a mistake to fire all of my soldiers and Gin a year ago. If I still had them watching my back, I don't think that I would have been so nervous, but I was now on my own. I pulled up at my apartment complex and got out of the car. I took the elevator up to the third floor and unlocked the door to my apartment. As soon as I stepped foot in there, I grabbed four of my suit cases and about three travel bags and threw them on my bed. I started to fill them up with clothes and weapons. I didn't know how many bags I packed through out my life, but all I knew was that I had to get the hell out of Miami before Mondese found out where I lived. When I finished packing, I piled up my shit over by my front door. I grabbed a large duffel bag and went over to a painting on the wall. I snatched the painting off and threw it to the ground to reveal and lock on the wall. I put in the combination and opened the door. I scooped the hundred grand that I had into my duffel bag and grabbed the chrome that I had in it and shoved it in the duffel bag also. I closed the safe and put the painting back on the wall. The duffel bag didn't want to zip and it was so heavy as I lugged it to the pile of bags I had by the door. I then went to go lay on my bed and I stretched out from all the work I had been doing. I picked up my cell phone and called up Gay Tony. He had recently came to Miami and bought a beach house, and this was about that time when I really needed him. "Hello". Gay Tony said sleepily.

"Tony......It's Diamond". I said trying to calm my nerves.

"Diamond, honey.......do you know what time it is"? Gay Tony asked in his Cuban accent, and I didn't. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock that sat on an end table. It was almost four-thirty in the morning.

"I'm sorry Tony, but it's important. Are you still in Miami"? I asked.

"Yes I am. Why"?

"I need to borrow your jet. My pilot Larry is in another state right now and I can't go to the terminal because of my weapons and all the coke I have on me". Airports were way out of the question. If you were in the drug business then it would be smart to have your own air transportation.

"Okay Diamond, but it's not going to be free". I rolled my eyes at Gay Tony. I guess he was tired of doing me favors.

"Okay, you can have my apartment. You can use it as a safe spot until the lease is up, that will be in about a good four months, and you can have my Masarati".

"I've been dying to get that car off your hands. When you came to visit me and I saw that mug, I wanted to have Hugo jack you for it". He laughed. I didn't find that amusing because I knew Tony was capable of it.

"Damn it Tony"! I yelled. "Just have the damn jet on Miami Beach by sunrise......that means seven o'clock".

"Got ya". Gay Tony said. I hung up the phone then sat it on the end table next to me. I just layed there on the bed starring up at the ceiling. I had went from being on the streets, staying in a group home, to having my own place and making serious money by myself, to big mansions and the best cars, and now I was back to square one. I had millions of dollars in the bank because of Royale's liquor bussiness, but the big houses and the high life just wasn't me. I didn't need all of that to be happy. Now all I felt like doing was going home.

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          I pulled up on the beach after a long drive. I saw Gay Tony's private jet just sitting in the sand. I pulled up closer to him and watched him walk down the stairs. I got out of the car still in my dress and heels that I had went to the club in. I took my shoes off and let my bare feet hit the soft sand. I let out a moan. It felt amazing as the sand buried my feet and sank in between my pedicured toes. "Ayye Diamond". Gay Tony said drawing me in for a hug. I layed my head on his chest softly. When we met all over again when I was seventeen, he instantly became the gay father that I never had. I held this man like he was my dad. I loved him like he was my dad. Shit, I wished he was. I pulled away from him and stared up at him.

"Thank you". I said.

"Do you know why I helped you so many years ago when I saw you in the mall"? He asked.

"No......Why"?

"Because when I looked at you I saw a young girl that had the heart and the mind of a hustler. I wanted to train you up for this bussiness and I did well. When I saw the biggest mansions that you lived in, It made me wish that I would have done things differently when it came to my game. I would have done it just like you did. Your so smart and it all paid off in the end". Hearing Gay Tony say that to me made me believe that he really was my father. I hugged him tightly for a long time. Sometimes he was all I had. I then pulled away and handed him my keys.

"Thank you". I said again as he took them.

"Your so very welcome my sweet girl". He said to me. The pilot came and helped me load my bags onto the jet.

"Stay out of trouble Diamond, or I will come for you and move you away". Gay Tony said getting into my Masarati. I was more concerned about him taking my car. I was going to miss it so much.

"Okay". I said boarding the jet. I sat down on the hot pink couches and poured myself a drink of Alize from the mini bar. I sank into the couches relieved that I was about to make it out of Miami alive. I shot Mondese twice and still that African mother fucker wasn't dead. I knew that he would be out to get me, but for right now I was going to enjoy my drink and the ride back home. Homecoming I thought as we lifted into the sky.