Free Redrum by Boston George Page A

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    Dirty Black and his crew stepped up in the club thirty-deep, looking like stars. One of the bouncers quickly escorted him and his crew towards the VIP section. “Loosen up, fam,” Dirty Black whispered in Kendu’s ear as he patted him on the back.
    â€œI’m good,” Kendu yelled over the loud music. “I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” He snaked his way through the crowd, headed to the restroom.
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    Diamond stood behind the bar serving drinks when she spotted someone who looked just like Kendu headed towards the restroom. “Nah, that ain’t him,” she told herself as she continued to serve drinks.
    Five minutes later she saw the same man reappear from the restroom, and she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Kendu. “Oh my God! What the fuck is he doing here?” Diamond said out loud as she watched him disappear in the crowd.
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    Kendu made it back to the VIP section and noticed that they were half-naked women everywhere.
    â€œYo’, Kendu, let me introduce you to somebody,” Dirty Black said, draping his arm around him. “This here is Chocolate,” he said, introducing Kendu to the fine, sexy, dark-skinned woman.
    â€œOh, you ain’t tell me your friend was this fine.” Chocolate backed Kendu into his seat then slid down on his lap.
    â€œTake it easy on my man.” Dirty Black winked at Chocolate and walked off.
    Kendu let his hand slide down on Chocolate’s ass as he went in. “So what’s goody?”
    â€œYou tell me, baby,” Chocolate countered, massaging Kendu’s package through his jeans, working him into stiffness. “I’m down for whatever.” She seductively licked her lips.
    â€œWe gon’ make moves when we get up outta here,” Kendu said, checking her out from head to toe.
    Wocka Flocka’s song, “O Let’s Do It,” came blaring through the speakers, and the club went crazy. Kendu saw every gang sign in America thrown in the air when that song came on.
    â€œI’m about to go get me another drink. You want one?” he asked.
    â€œYeah. I’ll take the same thing you having,” Chocolate replied. She watched Kendu walk over towards where Dirty Black and the rest of the crew stood.
    â€œHow Chocolate over there treating you?” Dirty Black smiled, sitting between two women like a sandwich.
    â€œShe good, money,” Kendu replied with a smile. For once in a long time he was having a good time. “I need some more drinks.”
    â€œHold on. My man bringing back more ice right now.” Dirty Black told him.
    Seconds later a scrawny kid with a neck full of “Blood beads” entered the VIP section carrying a bucket of ice, his eyes low.
    â€œTook you long enough, muthafucka!” Amazon yelled over the loud music.
    â€œMy bad, my bad,” the scrawny kid said. “It’s this fine-ass bitch behind the counter I was tryin’a bag,” the kid said, motioning his head towards the bar. “And she got a fat ass.”
    â€œDamn! She is fine as a muthafucka,” Amazon said, grabbing his crotch. “I’d tear that pussy up.” He laughed loudly as he gave the scrawny kid some dap, and the two men laughed extra loudly.
    Kendu looked over toward the bar and immediately spotted Diamond behind the counter serving drinks. What the fuck is she doing up in here? he thought to himself. “Y’all hold that down. That’s my wife,” he said, leaving the VIP section and heading straight for the bar.
    Diamond handed a woman her drink, and when she looked up, she saw Kendu coming straight towards her. She had thought about hiding, but it was too late. He had already spotted her.
    Kendu walked right up to the counter. “Fuck you doing up in here?” he yelled over the music.
    â€œWhat does it look like I’m doing?” she shot back. “I work here.”
    â€œWhat you mean, you