“You’re fucking insane. Daddy isn’t about to pass up on these black diamonds. It’s all he’s been talking about for fucking weeks. I’m sure everything will be fine. Lorenzo probably got caught up doing something and lost track of time. If we still haven’t heard from him after we’re done dealing with the Russians, we’ll go look for him ourselves. He’s probably under some Latino pussy, you know that's his vice,” Snow said, laughing, trying to ease my mind.
“I hope you’re right. I just really wanted him to be there just in case.”
“Just in case of what?” The booming voice of my father made Snow and me look his way.
“Nothing, you clean up nice, old man,” I said, walking over to him so I could fix the collar of his shirt.
“Are you ready for this,figlio(son)? You’ll be the one running the show while I take a backseat. Once this deal goeswell, we’re about to be ten million dollars richer,” Tomasso smiled, rubbing his palms together.
“I’m ready. You ready, Snow?” I turned to my brother, who quickly nodded his head. “Well, alright then, let’s go get these black diamonds.”
The three of us walked into the living room, where my mother, Dior, and Sofia were seated. This was another tradition; the women in our lives would usually see us leave before going to make a ridiculous amount of money. This was the first time I had a significant other to share this with.
Our parents, along with Sofia, were informed about Ciara. Snow explained what happened, and I explained that I did what was best so that she would never be found. I would be lying if my parents acted heartbroken; my mother, especially, never liked Ciara. They did their part and asked my brother how he was taking it. They even offered him their condolences. However, I knew it was all formality; they didn’t give a shit that Ciara was dead.
“Come back in one piece with those diamonds,amore mio(my love),” my mother said as she hugged and kissed Tomasso. Snow and I stood back, waiting patiently for our father. Dior was still trying to piss a nigga off, so she sat there with an attitude as if I gave a fuck.
“Dior, aren’t you going to get up and give Phillipe your love?”
“Na, I’ll pass,” she said.
Snow snorted with laughter next to me, and I turned to him, daring him with my eyes. He always thought Dior’s temper tantrums were hilarious and entertaining.
“That’s not how we do things. You’ve been sulking ever since you got here. Now, I don’t know what happened between you and Phillipe, but it’s extremely important that you send him off with nothing but love,” my mother always said when you’re leaving the house; you always give the ones you care about your love and give them a kiss. She believed that was important because you’d never know what could happen.
I shoved my hands inside of my pants pocket, as Dior rolled her eyes but got to her feet. I looked at her, amused as she came over to me. Reaching for her neck, I bent my head and placed my mouth to her ear so only she could hear what I was about to say.
“I know exactly what you need. It’s been a while since you had it rough. So when I get back tonight, I’mma bout to fuck the shit out of you,” I ended my sentence by giving her a sweet and tender kiss on her lips. Dior watched me with lust in her eyes. I smirked at her because she was such an underneath freak.
“Ladies, we’ll see y’all when we get back,” I said to the three women before I turned and walked toward the front door, my brother and father following my steps. Francesco and Luca will be meeting us at the warehouse. I couldn’t wait for this night to be over. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
“There’s my brother,” Francesco said, walking over to greet us. He smiled wide as hell as he hugged Tomasso. Luca stayed a safe distance back. He knew not to say shit to me; he made sure not to make any form of eye contact my way. Or I would be tempted to take my gun out of my waist and fire a single shot between his eyes.
After he was done greeting Tomasso, Francesco looked over at me, the smile erasing from his face. He gave me a cordial nod, a greeting I did not return.
A Black SUV entered the compound and parked next to our bulletproof Hummer. Ivan Petrov emerged first, and then two other acquaintances of his exited from the backseat.
In Ivan’s hand was a small black suitcase. He walked over to where we were standing, and I approached him. This was my time to officially conduct a deal without my father’s input. I smiled as I held my hand out to Ivan.
“Mr. Petrov, so nice to see you again,” I gave him a healthy, manly handshake before I turned to his acquaintances.
“So nice to see you, Phillipe. How is your lovely wife doing?” Ivan asked in his thick Russian accent.
“She’s wonderful, trying her best to turn my entire head of hair grey,” I said, telling nothing but the truth about Dior.
“Welcome to marriage, my friend,” Ivan joked. “Please, let me introduce you to Vladimir and Dmitry. Their English is very limited,” he pointed out to the two men. I didn’t hesitate to greet them with a handshake as well.
“Shall we?” I said, allowing Ivan to lead the way. This was his warehouse, so he had to be the one to open the garage-type door. As we all walked forward, I slowed my steps a bit so I could look at my brother. We both locked eyes, and I gave him a quick nod so he would know to keep his eyes open. He nodded back to let me know he understood what had to be done.
Tomasso was the only one of the three of us who had no clue we had to keep a sharp eye out. I planned to fill him in after everything was over. For now, I just wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible.
“These diamonds are the rarest black diamonds, very hard to come by,” Ivan said as I inspected the diamonds through a special lens. I was satisfied that this cut was good enough, so I handed it to Tomasso to have a look.
I looked over at Snow and then Francesco and Luca, who were talking softly with each other. I narrowed my eyes when Francesco took his phone and appeared to send a text message.
“Well, this looks good to me. What do you say, Buddha? The call is yours,” Tomasso asked, handing the diamond back to Ivan, him and his associates waiting for my verdict.
“I say let’s do it,” I rubbed my palms together as I took my phone out of my pocket. “So two million with a street value that’s going to be more than triple the amount. Can’t get much better than that.” I said, logging into my online banking. My account was set up in a special way so that direct deposits of any amount can be transferred. A service I paid a very hefty under-the-table monthly fee to have.
