Diamonds Pumps & Glocks

By NeNe Capri

DIAMONDS
With torn spirits and jagged edges Samiyah, Nishay and Yanni are bonded for life by a pain that no woman should ever have to endure. Samiyah is forced to take matters into her own hands finding a way to break free from the bondage that soiled their innocence and contaminated their souls. She vowed never to sleep comfortably until she released them from a life of a sexual slavery and emotional shame. Samiyah quickly devises a plan that turns her enemies craving for once free pussy into an invitation to death.

PUMPS
Evil lurks in the background trying to destroy everything they hold dear and before the trio could set their feet firmly into the gritty streets of the DMV and claim what’s theirs, they find themselves waist deep in a world that feeds off the weak and turns on the poor. Murder, theft and bloodshed turns the city upside down setting off a chain of events that questions everyone’s truth, trust and loyalty.

GLOCKS
Pain, lies, and malicious intent will rest on the other side of very unforgiving triggers, as each women’s dark secrets forms a wedge that bends the bond that they thought could never be broken. These damaged jewels are fighting against an unforgiving clock where each stroke of the hand threatens to take freedom, life and love. Diamonds Pumps and Glocks a look into a grimy reality that if someone touches what you love, they can only repay you, in blood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: NeNe Capri
• Release date: Apr 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370454556

NeNe Capri

NeNe Capri, Author/CEOThe Journey:NeNe Capri is an Urban Fiction author or as it has been termed Street-Literature. She came on the scene in 2011 breaking boundaries with her first hot and controversial title, “The Pussy Trap”. NeNe signed this series with Wahida Clark Presents Publishing and then began to build her personal brand which has been coined #Trappin.History:NeNe Capri spent the first 18 years of her life without her father who was serving a life sentence for murder, raised on the ill streets of North Jersey by a mother and grandmother in Wilson Place and Mechanic St. projects.Being heavily influenced by her surroundings she went head first into the streets. Everything that she should have ran from, she instead ran head first into. Her grandmother Sarah tried to keep her engaged in activities such as volunteering with the elderly, modeling, dance, art and acting also active in all church functions and events. However, when NeNe reached twelve years of age she put down all her child like desires and slipped into a pair or grown woman heels she was not prepared to fill. After returning from Job corps the summer of 1991 where she had fled in an attempt to try at a better life only to get home sick after eight months and return home to find her grandmother’s health had progressed towards early dementia. To deal with the pain NeNe would spend every hour of the day running the streets smoking and drinking to deal with the pain of the only woman who every loved her completely and whose world she rested at the center of. And now, at times her grandmother could not remember her face.Once her grandmother passed January 1992 the only crutch she would have to get through the depression that followed would be alcohol. Being a 16 year old high school dropout with very little work experience she picked up on the neighborhood trades which only pushed her further into the streets and spun her totally out of control. It would be many brushes with death that would present a fork in the road and provide an opportunity for change.At 18, she met a mentor who quickly placed her under her wing relocated her to Georgia and put her on the road to success. NeNe started a few small businesses, one being “The Goddess In You” braiding shop in Trenton NJ and relocated it to Decatur, GA. While working her small business she landed a jobs at SunTrust Bank and Chase Melon Shareholders.In 2001 another life changing event would again put NeNe at a very beautiful yet critical stage of life. The birth of her Princess which would be the catalyst she needed to get to the next level. With the support of NeNe’s mom Birdie she went back to school got her G.E.D and then an A.A.S degree in Legal studies then on to attend Temple University to also add a B.A. degree in Pre-Law/Philosophy.Currently NeNe Capri is the CEO of “NeNe Capri Presents” Boss Lady Publishing and award winning Blogtalk radio show Real Raw Radio also Biltmorre Studios coming at you this fall. NeNe holds two certifications in mentoring and is a Certified Bail Bonds Woman and Notary. She is the founder of the Purple Diamond Sisterhood along with her sister of the Soul Kisha Steele.NeNe is an alumni member of The Literary Arts Society, Phi Alpha Delta and Parents of Murdered Children. NeNe is The Program Director of Project Blossom under Commissioner Bruce Holmes, mentoring teen girls also served as The Assistant Director of Prodigal Sons and Daughters Redirection Services Inc. Trenton Chapter, teaching and mentoring female and male inmates, and preparing them for what awaits them on the other side of the wall. Also works to, deters and redirects our youth to become productive members of society.The driving force to all her accomplishments is her daughter who is the motivation for every step she takes and she quotes, “Out of all the degrees and accomplishments I have. No title is more important to me than Mom.” ~NeNe CapriThe Work:NeNe is the author of “The Pussy Trap”, “The Pussy Trap 2: The Kiss of Death”, “The Pussy Trap 3: Death by Temptation”, “The Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow of Death” all under NeNe Capri Presents. “Trust No Bitch”, “Trust No Bitch 2: Deadly Silence” and “Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance” a collaboration with Author Ca$h. Diamonds Pumps and Glocks a collaboration with Authoress BlaQue Angel. She also has a short story entitled “Shattered” in the anthology “Love is Blind” presented by Boo Jackson in which 100% of the proceeds are donated to a battered woman’s shelter to help with the fight against Domestic Violence.NeNe signed with “G Street Chronicles” in 2013 and released her latest novel, “Tainted: Lies. Fear. and Death”, “Tainted II: Love. Deception. and Murder” and “Dream Weaver” with Diamonds Pumps and Glocks coming summer 2016 a collaboration with Authoress Blaque. NeNe Capri has also put on her Agent hat signing her first celebrity client porn star “Roxy Reynolds” to “G Street Chronicles” with her new novel Secrets of Porn Star.NeNe Capri has fought hard to build and maintain her brand and because she believes whole-heartedly in her work, she put together a plan to gain back her rights and is now the Soul owner and Publisher of “The Pussy Trap” series and Dream Weaver. Look out for the heat that will pour from her independent pen.With success in full view NeNe looks forward to the next level of her career and her life. NeNe says: “I am on a Journey called, Life, Love peace and Happiness for my Mind, Body and Soul..!! Please Join me.”She lives by the motto, “Good things come to those who wait, but only what's left by those who hustle. It’s Time for us to Hustle..!”NeNe Capri Presents:Devious Deception I & II by S. Chameleon, Malicious Intent by Boo Jackson, Sinful Lust by Imani Hilton...and more coming your way for the remainder of 2016..!! Get Ready..!!Join me at my spot: nenecapri.meFor Interviews and broadcasting services Contact us at: [e-mail] consultation and services: [e-mail] me on: IG, Twitter, Facebook and Periscope @NeNeCapri see you at the top..!!Reading Bosses Mail to:Po Box 743432Riverdale, Ga 30274

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Prologue

Bad Investment

"Daddy, make them stop," the little girl screamed, as she was dragged from one side of the basement to the other with her mother painfully shouting her name in the background.

Before Jack could speak another word, he was kicked in the mouth, sending teeth and climbs of blood to the back of his throat. She could hear her father choking on his own fluids as he begged them to let his wife and daughter go. There was no use; his pleas had fallen on an unforgiving ears.

The goon pushed the little girl to the floor and laughed as she scrambled to her mother’s side. She locked her arms around her mother’s neck and held on tight. Susan pulled her bound hands to her daughter’s head, and collected the memory of her silky skin against hers. The little girl cried, as her body shook with fear in her mother’s warm embrace. Her salty tears rained onto her mother’s face as they pleaded for mercy.

"Shut the Fuck up," the anxious man snatched the cord from a lamp, and headed in their direction.

He pulled at her young fragile body until he separated her from her mother’s loving grip. He then bound the little girl’s hands and feet, so that she couldn’t escape the punch he then delivered to her gut. It folded her in two; forcing air, and the remnants of her lunch to leave her throat. She trembled in his evil claws until her body felt limp. When he was sure she couldn’t move, he dropped her body to the floor then moved towards Jack’s wife who was crying uncontrollably as she desperately tore at the carpet in an attempt to get away. He walked heavily over to her, then in a swift motion, he viciously kicked her in her chest and ribs, rendering her helpless before climbing on top of her and tearing at what was left of her dress. He pinned her legs to the side, held her in place with one hand, and pulled out his dick with the other.

Hate peered down into the woman’s tear-filled eyes as he began to thrust his thick, raw, meat between her thighs. He looked over into her husband’s terrified face as he pumped away violently. Jack cried out to their attackers but received no sympathy; instead, he lay helpless in his own blood, sweat, and fear. The little girl battled with consciousness as the sound of her mother’s animal like moans assaulted her ears; the gruesome sight forced her eyes to close just as they peered through their slits. She prayed that this was all a bad dream but the sounds and feelings that took over her existence assured her it was real. The moans and groans continued as the man forced himself into her womb.

She closed her lids as tight as she could in an attempt to once again lose consciousness. She rocked and prayed for her mother to be released from her pain and just when she thought her prayers might be answered she heard her mother’s last painful scream as a single gunshot captured the room with silence. Slowly, she peered through the blood shot slits of her little weeping eyes to see the small hole in her mother’s head and the coldness of her stare peering back at her. She blinked through the tears as her gaze settled regretfully on her hero, her beloved father, who also just meet his own demise at the hand of the man whose name she would never forget, Tye.. Her fatigued body shook against the floor as the roar of the bullet stole the remainder of her future. The man grabbed her father by the top of his head, pulled a switchblade from his back pocket, put it to Jack’s neck just as he had promised, and opened his flesh from ear- to-ear.

The little girl again clamped her eyelids together in an attempt to block out the images, but the horror in that room would shatter her innocence and darken her soul etching this night in her mind forever.

Chapter 1

The Come Up

"I can’t do this tonight." Yanni said, looking up into Samiyah’s expressionless face.

Samiyah stood over the bottom bunk and tried to soften her eyes as she said the words that even her own heart didn’t believe. This is the last time, she forced a smile. Don’t fight them, just close your eyes, and let it happen. It’s almost over. I promise.

Yanni looked over at Nishay, then back up at Samiyah. I pray you’re right.

Samiyah quickly tucked her feelings and prepared her mind for tonight. Her once beautiful beating heart had been sealed with anger and hate, a place she now had to retreat to in order to endure endless weekends of violation and pain. Come on y’all, you know if we are late, that bitch will make them punish us, she turned to her dresser and began gathering her underwear and bra. She hoped her mix-matched undergarments praying they would make her less desirable to her predators.

N ishay rose from her bunk then grabbed the navy blue body dress from the bottom of the bed and held it in her hands. A lump formed in her throat as she thought about the horrid sexual acts forced upon her young body. She fought back the rage brewing inside the pit of her stomach as she pulled this symbol of disgust over her head and down against her weary body.

Yanni rubbed oil on her legs and feet as she stared out at the door, waiting for the knob to turn and the verdict to be delivered. For the last two years, she had been bought and sold dozens of times, and was paid nothing but degrading comments and animalistic acts by sometimes twenty men at a time. She had grown way past tired. She was fed up. She had vowed that after tonight, somebody was going to have to kill her because the next man that touched her, she was going to kill them, or she would die trying.

Let’s go, tramps, Mrs. Olivia yelled out harshly as she turned the knob and swung the door open.

Nishay looked in her direction as she slipped her feet into her six-inch pumps. The wicked money-hungry look on her pale, white face made her want to vomit, but she knew if she did, Mrs. Olivia would make her pay for it big time. No matter how bad things got inside the confines of the place which was supposed to be a shelter for the weary, Nishay knew things could always get worse.

Don’t look at me, wench, and make sure them little coochies are aired out and ready. No dry, stank pussy tonight, she walked into the girls’ room eyeing every corner of it. She picked up various bottles of lotion, and then placed them back on the dresser with her nose scrunched up in disgust. We leave in five minutes. Samiyah, make sure your little bitches are ready, she glared at Samiyah as she headed to the door.

Yes ma’am, Samiyah confirmed, giving Mrs. Olivia a slight smile as she passed.

As Samiyah watched her head to the hall, the smile quickly dissolved from her face, and her eyes lowered into a glare. Fuckin’ bitch, she based in her head. Samiyah took a deep breath, then moved about the room grabbing her knapsack along the way.

Nishay grabbed her small tote bag and Yanni did the same, they followed Samiyah out the door and down the rickety flight of steps.

As the girls loaded into the tinted fifteen-passenger van, along with four other teens who would share in the midnight horror, they clutched their bags tightly, and settled into their seats with butterflies dancing in their bellies. This was a trip that they were used to taking, however, they could never get used to the things that happened to them once they arrived at their destination.

The heat of the summer night leaned against the window as they passed abandoned houses and lots in seedy neighborhoods. Pulling into the oh-so-familiar driveway caused vomit to rise and settle in Yanni’s throat as the car came to a stop.

Let’s go, and remember, you do whatever they ask for, the husky voice bellowed as the doors opened.

The five girls and two boys filed out of the van one by one, and headed inside with their heads hung low and their emotions written on their weary faces. Samiyah was the first to enter the room. Instantly, she perked up when she eyed the coke and money on one table, and the filled cups and half-empty bottles of Cîroc and Hennessey on another. Her eyes rested on a .9mm and two handguns on an end table next to the couch. Her stomach tightened as she took a head count of the men in the room.

Every man in the room was drunk and high, and yelling over the loud music that seemed to boom from every corner of the room. Hungry eyes began to roam over Simiyah’s tender, young frame as she took a place behind the couch. Yanni and Nishay lined up next to her, and one of the young boys was placed beside them. The other girls and young boy were taken and lead towards the door. The boy who was being ushered out, locked eyes with Samiyah, and the pain in his soul silently screamed for help. She blinked back the tears, tightened her jaw, and gave him a reassuring nod. He turned with his chin buried in his chest. He had no idea what his fate would be, but he hoped the confident look on Samiyah’s face meant that she had a plan…a way for them all to be saved.

You can do whatever you want to them, just don’t bruise them, or make them bleed from their ass. That shit is hard to explain at the ER, Mrs. Olivia said as she extended her hand for the stack of money from one of the heads of the clique. Tonight was initiation night, and they were all to play a part in the celebration.

Olivia took the stack, tucked it in her clutch, and headed to the door.

An evil grin formed on Mink’s partially shaven, dark brown face, as he moved toward Samiyah licking his lips and eyeing her curvy hips. He stopped only inches away from her, and ran his finger along her arm, making goose bumps form on the spot where he had touched her.

I want you last, he looked at the bump of her ass in the soft cotton of her dress, and his mouth watered. I heard you had the type of pussy that a nigga need to just lay in, he said softly, releasing warm air onto her neck.

Samiyah cringed as she felt his rough hands slid up her smooth thigh. Lifting her dress over her ass cheeks, his hand rested between butter soft thighs. We gonna watch the show while I get this fish ready, he whispered as he positioned himself behind her pulling her butt against his steel as he circled her clit, eagerly awaiting his turn to do as he pleased with her.

Y’all niggas get with these bitches, I paid good money for them. Welcome to the family niggas, he chuckled as he continued to assault her clit while squeezing her tender breast.

At once, the men drew close to Yanni, Nishay, little Jerome and a new girl named Tiny. They took them by the hand, then surrounded them with about five guys each. To Samiyah’s surprise, the first one chosen was little Jerome. They wasted no time bending him over and violating him. Tiny fell to her knees and took two dicks in her hand at a time.

Mink’s dick grew harder as he watched the sins of his brothers displayed for everyone to see. To him, the brotherhood was about sharing it all; loyalty, pockets full of money, and pussy on call for all of them to share. He even supplied boy pussy for his brother who got down like that. He slid his fingers back and forth in her wetness, enjoying the slight mumbles that escaped Samiyah’s lips involuntarily.

You know you like this shit, he said as he tickled her spot. I’m not letting them get you. You’re for me. I’ma fuck this pussy real good all night long. I’ma make sure you remember me, he ran his tongue over her neck, and pressed harder between her thighs.

Samiyah allowed herself to feel the heat he was giving her. I want it, she whispered, convincing him that she wanted his unwanted advances.

Mink’s heart sank as her words played loud in his head. What you want?

I want to feel what I heard was a big dick that you know how to use well, she purred, pressing her ass against him, feeling his now erect pole in her plush backside.

Let’s go, he gurgled, accepting the challenge. Mink had heard she was the best, and that she could take a dick to the back of her throat like a porn star to make a nigga sing in different languages every time. Y’all niggas have fun, Mink said, grabbing Samiyah by the throat and walking her out of the room.

As they eased down the hall, Mink touched everything he could get his strong thirsty hands and mouth on. They passed a room with the door wide open, and there was the little white girl—Britney and Sullie. The men inside were hitting little mama in every hole, and poor Sullie had a line of niggas holding their dicks waiting their turn. Samiyah quickly turned her head as the door to Mink’s room popped open, and she was pushed roughly inside.

Mink wasted no time going after what he wanted. He put the contents of his sweat pants on the nightstand as he stepped out of them, then he pulled off his t-shirt, pushing Samiyah back and climbing between her legs with two swift moves. Mink eased some plastic from beneath his pillow and slipped himself inside of her roughly.

Samiyah braced herself for the size that the others girls described as torture. Mink took pride in his reputation, and began to uphold it with speed and precision. Samiyah lay under him gripping him tightly as he drilled her without mercy.

Samiyah looked over at the nightstand as he pumped and grunted. She then put in her request.

I want to feel you from the back, she squeezed him between her thighs.

Turn over, he ordered, wasting no time at feeling her soft ass cheeks smack against his pelvis.

Mink went into a zone as her young body flinched with every thrust he delivered. Don’t run, he teased as he held her in place.

Samiyah tried to concentrate to ease the pain, but the sound of his grunts, and the painful cries of her family that were being violated in the rooms surrounding them, played in her head like a skipped record. With his every stroke, her heart filled with rage. She rotated her eyes between the broken wooden headboard and the .45 that laid pretty on the nightstand. It was calling her name in time with Mink’s thrusts. Samiyah battled with reaching out and grabbing it, but the thought of fighting with him if she moved too slowly terrified her to the bone. She had almost talked herself all the way out of it until she heard Yanni cry out in pain from the depths of her soul. She was begging and pleading, and the words, This is the last time rang out in stereo. Samiyah pushed herself back into Mink with force, causing him to moan and mumble her name. When he reached the edge of no return, she pushed and pushed until he busted long and hard. As he fell to the side, she dove over, grabbed for the gun and a pillow, and fell back… squeezing off two into his chest.

Mink put his hand on his heart gasping for air, eyes wide full of fear, because he was no longer the predator. He had become the prey. She rested against the headboard with the gun firm in her grip until he fell over to the side, bleeding heavy and breathing slow.

Samiyah waited until his last twitch, then she eased off the bed and slipped her dress over her blood-splattered body. Holding the gun tight, she eased to the door slowly, pulled it open, and peeked into the hallway. The screams and grunts of both pain and pleasure filled the dilapidated dwelling, stealing the innocence of every little ear and eye in attendance. She passed the room that once held her friends and it was empty. Samiyah moved slowly toward the living room unaware of what she might see when she got to the other end of that hall. Carefully, she tipped until she came to the doorway, and without caution she turned the corner and began to shoot. She hit heads and chests, sending niggas running in every direction. Sullie was the first to join her. He dove over to the table, grabbed one of the .9mm’s, let off a few shots, hitting one of his attackers in the leg and the other one in the dick. Both men doubled over in pain as Yanni and Nishay crawled franticly over to where Samiyah stood, and when they rose to their feet, there wasn’t a man standing.

Sullie stood in place, breathing heavy as a hundred tears rolled down his face. He felt free, he felt like he could enjoy silence. Samiyah walked over the Sullie’s side and took him by the wrist.

We gotta go, she said gently.

Sullie blinked back to reality and looked up into Samiyah’s face. Thank you, his voice cracked with each word.

I got you, she confirmed. Come on, she turned to the table with the money and drugs, looked over for her bag among the carnage, then began to fill it up with everything that wasn’t nailed down.

Come on we don’t have a lot of time, Yanni pulled her clothes up and joined Samiyah in gathering the rest of the guns and ammunition. Nishay started checking pockets and snatching jewelry from every victim. Tiny helped little Jerome and white Britney get themselves together, then helped with the search, stuffing everything they could carry in their bags.

When they had gone through the house from top to bottom, they put bleach in a few bottles, poured it over the bodies, and ran out the back, throwing the bottles of solution at the windows. Then they turned, running as fast as they could as the house of horrors went up in flames.

What do we do now? Once Mrs. Olivia finds out that we fucked up her money, she’s gonna kill us, Sullie said, still clearly shaken from what had occurred.

We go home and we finish this, Samiyah replied coldly. She knew that if they didn’t get rid of Mrs. Olivia, everything they had done would have been done in vain.

* * * * *

Sullie peeked through the side window viewing the husky man and Mrs. Olivia locked in a playful position of sixty-nine. He signaled to Samiyah who tried the back door, then crept inside.

Samiyah walked light but quick toward Mrs. Olivia’s bedroom. She pushed the door open, and stared at the two figures enjoying the sins of carnal pleasure. Here it was, this bitch who swore to keep them safe, sold their little souls night after night, then lay up under a

Reviews for Diamonds Pumps & Glocks

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OMG!!!! I could not put this book down. I finished it in one day. I was upset that it was over. I can't wait to read more from this author.