Why bother to be his wife when you can never be his best friend? For Terrence, the best friend role has always been filled; wifey was the only available slot. Lani took that position with pride, but now she realizes that she has the entire game backward – she was foolish enough to think that the woman with the biggest diamond was the winner. Instead, she feels like just another obligation while Kenya, Terrence’s best friend, is where he has hidden his heart. But Lani isn’t your average house wife. And a smashed heart doesn’t make her lie down and die. Just the opposite, she jumps in the boxing ring with both gloves tied. But she isn’t fighting for Terrence or for love; she is going purely for self and taking no prisoners. In the end, neither Terrence nor Kenya can compare to her.
He couldn’t believe Lani had undermined his life like this. Threatening to call Virginia police on a black man was tantamount to requesting he get lynched. After she already disrespected him in every way possible. An irrational burning began to explode in his chest. Hate. I actually hate her.
Terrence began walking backward into the garage. “How long were you with Christopher, huh? How long?” He turned his back on her, looking for the stones that were in the back somewhere. Terrence had bought them to line the garden; he could slam them through her windshield. “You were with him for days…” he whispered. “For days.”
He spotted them, right next to the old golf clubs. Damn the stones, the clubs will be better. The golf club pleased him, it was a better option. He swung it in the air like a baton as he marched back to her car.
“You were with that son of a bitch for days. You don’t have any respect for me. I mean none. Bet you’ll respect my ass now.” He pulled club above his hand and began beating the hood of the car and the windshield. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR!
The Click Excerpt
I slide out of the passenger side of the Toyota Corolla, the piece of shit that I ride around in while I am doing business. It was time to make my move. There was no need in even letting homeboy get comfortable in the spot. The white girl had been tracking him for me for the past week, once he stopped returning calls, stopped coming by the trap, stopped re-ing up.
I am a reasonable man, a business man. If he had found another supplier, that was his business…the probably was that he hadn’t paid me for the last drop. I rarely give out on credit; I am not a damn bank. But this one here, I saw potential in. I saw hunger in his eyes. His word was solid, the crew that he had was proven. He said he could move weight and could do it in half the time and make double the money. I knew that shit wasn’t true…but I put him to the test. Thought that I would give him a chance to at least make the expected profit, teach him a lesson about letting his mouth write checks his ass couldn’t cover. Might bring him on my team.
Instead, he played me. Took the load and thought he could disappear. Because I operate silent and small, young guns assume me weak. When they learn their lesson, it’s normally too late for them to spread the word. This one here was about to fall to that same fate tonight.
Kai is the author of Daughter of the Game, Daughter of the Game II:The Secret Keeper, The Loudest Silence and The Loudest Silence, New Edition. She is president of Guaranteed Paper Publishing, Inc., and author of Peaceful Resolution, a poetry compilation and coauthor of Solo Shivers by Wilson, an erotic short story. Coming in 2013, Kai will be releasing daughter of the Game II:Burning waters, The Click and That Good Grind. Also, stay tuned for Kai’s short story in the upcoming anthology Gutta Mami’s by N’Tyse.
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