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prologue

ERICK S GRAY

Queens, N.Y. 3:35 a.m.

“You still coming through? I’m waiting for dat dick,” Diamond questioned a prospective client. She was in room 226 of the Executive Motel over on the Conduit waiting for her $100 to show up.

“Yeah, I’m coming through right now, shorty. Give me like twenty minutes, ahight?” Squeeze said, pushing the 4x4 down the Van Wyck while holding the cellphone to his ear.

“Ahight,” she said, chewing on bubble gum and poppin’ it.

“I’m sayin’ tho’, you chargin’ me full price tonight?” he asked.

“I gots to. My daddy is here with his bottom ho’. They both sleepin’ in the room. We gots to fuck up in the bathroom.”

“Damn, the bathroom, ma…? You chargin’ a nigga full price to fuck in the bathroom…? Hook a nigga up, lovely. You know wha’ I’m workin’ wid, look out. I ain’t got dat hun’red right now,” Squeeze explained.

“I’m sayin’ tho’, how much you gots?”

“Like eighty bucks. You good on dat?”

Diamond sucked her teeth without giving the offer any thought. She made a little over $1,200 tonight. Her pimp had her out there on the track since nine that night and she’d been on dick since then with his bottom ho’.

“Ahight, but you gots to make it quick.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“You know where the Executive is at in Queens??”

“Yeah, I know where you at.”

“Call me when you get to my floor, okay?”

He hung up and shouted out to his accomplices in the truck with him, “That’s a stupid ho! We ‘bout to get dat money, she just told me dat her pimp’s sleepin’.”

“Word?” Show asked with excitement.

“Yeah, we got this!” Squeeze reassured.

Diamond turned off her cellphone and slowly eased into the room where her pimp was sprawled out across the bed. His bottom ho’ was beside him sleeping. Her Daddy, a young twenty-one year old young man had two of Queens most successful women in the pimp world, was slipping right now. He was asleep when he was supposed to be making money. He was supposed to be up on things, especially his money and his bitches, his bread and butter.

Clad scantily in her mini jean skirt and a bra, Diamond pulled out a cigarette from her purse, lit it and sat against the wall near the door and waited for her date and money to arrive. She glanced at the time. It was almost 4:00 a.m.

Outside the motel, a 2003, burgundy GMC pulled into the motel parking lot and four men stepped out into the cool night air. They glanced around for a moment and then headed for the motel entrance.

“What room she in?” Pooh asked excitedly. He was the youngest in the group, only twenty-one.

“Room 226.”

“Her pimp in there wit’ her? Cuz I ain’t going up in there for some chump change. I need dat money,” Show said.

“Nigga, the bitch been working all night. I’m telling you, if you see shorty, you know she getting dat money for her pimp—she bad,” Squeeze explained. “I say about two G’s or better.”

“Ah, dats what da fuck I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” Show grinned.

The Executive had a reputation for being the ho-tel where anyone can pay up to fifteen, twenty dollars per hour for a short stay. All four men slipped pass the nodding clerk inside the motel.

They took the stairs two flights up and cautiously approached their destination. 45’s and 9mm’s came out, the two most popular handguns people die by in the hood. The date took out his cellphone and made the call.

“What up,” Diamond picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m outside,” Squeeze stated.

“Okay,” she answered and went to open the door.

Outside her door, their gats were cocked back and ready. They heard the door being unlocked and when it opened, they saw the bitch’s face. All four men rushed in with guns drawn, yoke the bitch and tossed her to the ground. They were able to quickly restrain her but she let off a piercing scream.

Hearing his ho yell woke up the young pimp and his bottom bitch. The nigga was wide-eyed when he found himself staring down the barrel of a 9mm.

“What da fuck?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Nigga, you know what time it is. You fucked up!” Squeeze announced glaring down at him.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t know!” Diamond shouted from her hands and knees. “I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry!”

“Bitch, shut da fuck up cuz you bout to get yours!” The pimp was furious. His bottom ho was in tears. Show and Pooh dragged both of them off the bed and onto the floor.

“You got dat money on you?” Squeeze asked taking aim at the pimp’s dome.

“Fuck you!” he shot back.

“What? Nigga, you ain’t in no position right now to come out your mouth. Don’t fuck wit’ me! I’ll body your ass right now if you want. Fuckin’ test me, nigga!”

“Where da money at?” Squeeze shouted.

The pimp didn’t answer. He glared at his pathetic, whimpering ho’ across the room, wanting to beat the shit out of her for being so fucking careless. Without warning, Pooh rushed over to the pimp and kicked him across his face with his size 11 Tim’s. The young pimp bellowed in pain, clutching his jaw as blood leaked from his wound onto the room carpet.

“Nigga, we ain’t fuckin’ playin’! Fuck dat!” Pooh shouted aiming the gat at the pimp.

“Nah, chill. We just tear this room apart till we find it,” Promise uttered. He was the most quiet. All night he was thinking that they didn’t need to go that far with the violence. “You know dat shit up in here somewhere,” he said quietly.

They all nodded.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” Squeeze demanded of the pimp.

“Y’all bitches too. Fuckin’ strip, hos’!” Show yelled impatiently.

Both ho’s took their clothes off. The room was searched and torn apart. They knew the money was in there somewhere. Homeboy didn’t have any cash on him and neither did his hos’. Then Show smashed the television against the floor and found the dough taped behind the TV.

“Got it,” he shouted.

“How much, how much?” Squeeze asked quickly joining him.

“Hold on. I’m counting it now.”

His hand slipped around twenty and fifty-dollar bills. It was $2,200.

“Ahight, let’s be out,” Promise said.

“Nah, nah, not yet,” Pooh said peering down at the naked bitches.

“What?” Promise asked bewildered.

“Bitch, come over here and suck my dick!” Show demanded.

Her eyes were stained with tears. “Bitch, you deaf? You heard what da fuck I said. Come over here and suck my dick!” Show shouted as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

The whore did as told, got on her knees whimpering, and slowly but reluctantly placed his dick into her mouth. Diamond glanced at her pimp before she started sucking.

“Um…ssshhhh…shit! Dats the fuck I’m taking about!” Show grunted.