Duke couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he knew it was some bullshit behind Sherry’s addiction. Hearing that made him hate Stone and everyone affiliated with him even more. That nigga thought he was God.
“I hate that nigga.”
“Nooo, get that hate out your heart. I don’t hate him, I feel sorry for him because if he was behind it, the way God gon’knock him down is worse than any whooping man can put on him.”
Stone may not have pulled the trigger that killed his father, but he definitely knows who did. Duke had heard so many different versions and stories about his father and his street ties. His dad was a hood legend, and he would forever live through him. His father’s death was still fresh to him even though it was four years ago.
“Pray for me because I hate him.”
She nodded and let Duke have his feeling, “Soooo…Diamond huh? She’s a couple years younger than you.”
“Crazy because she acts older than me.”
Sabrina giggled, “She got that old soul like Sherry. Baby, we used to sit in her living room and get tore down listening to old school music.”
“Tore down?” he quizzed and laughed a little.
“Boy, your momma was that girl back in the day. How you think I hooked your daddy and got you here?”
“Ma, chill.”
They laughed together for a second before Sabrina’s face softened, “Do me a favor, next time you run into Sherry, remind her of who she used to be.”
“I don’t know who she used to be,” Duke replied as Sabrina nodded at him.
“That bitch. Tell her that and she’ll know exactly who it came from.”
17
Kayla didn’t slow down after her blow up with Diamond, if anything, she sped up. It started with shoes and clothes, new shit every other day. Designer logos that she didn’t have the money to buy. Her nails and hair were fresh, Diamond noticed a cash flow that didn’t come from her and their father.
Diamond always paid close attention to her sisters, she noticed small changes and Kayla was changing right in front of her eyes. Kayla would come home laughing, tossing bags in the closet like trophies. Her energy was sharp and nasty, especially with Diamond.
Like clockwork, Kayla walked in loud, but not alone. Diamond’s eyes shot toward the door as she walked in with her “friends” behind her.
“Come on, y’all, my room back here,” Kayla said as they followed behind her.
Diamond was stuck for a minute because she really didn’t know who the fuck Kayla was anymore. She had been trying her best to fix shit between them, but she could feel herself on theverge of spazzing out. Kayla knew better than to bring those hoes in the house, they never had company mainly because they were embarrassed of their mother’s addiction.
“You not gon’ say nothing?” Mia asked.
“Nah,” Diamond shot back and sat there and tuned back in to the tv.
She tried her best to stick to her word, but every time she heard one of them laugh or talk loudly, she got irritated. It wasn’t until she heard the music start blasting did she get up. She walked to Kayla’s room and opened the door without knocking. What she saw made her freeze and her eyes widened. It looked like Nordstroms had moved to their house, piles of designer clothes, bags, and shoes were on the bed.
“Y’all need to leave,” she demanded as they all fell silent and looked at one another then Kayla.
“Diamond, get out my room. Go find you some friends and get off my dick.”
She couldn’t believe the way Kayla was slick talking like she wouldn’t punch her in the fucking mouth.
“Kayla, you ain’t never been a follower, you let these hoes talk you into stealing.”
“Hoes? Man, Kayla, you better get this bitch,” one girl stood up.
“You get me, hoe! Matter of fact, get the fuck out, now!”
They all moved to the sound of Diamond’s voice, but at their own pace. As soon as she and Kayla were alone, she looked her sister in the face. She didn’t want to punch her, she wanted to hug her, but if she swung, she was hitting her back, again.
