A Gangster and a Gentleman by Diamond De'Nesha & Swinson Kiki

Author:Diamond, De'Nesha & Swinson, Kiki [Diamond, De'Nesha & Swinson, Kiki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780758281913
Amazon: B007XIC4E2
Goodreads: 18919830
Publisher: Dafina
Published: 2012-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

3

Two weeks later . . .

Who in the fuck is this muthafucka? Blake’s gaze shot back up to the rearview mirror of her Jaguar convertible as she eyeballed the black Mercedes GL550 stalking behind her off Wilshire. Mercedes were a dime a dozen in Beverly Hills, but it was the blacked-out windows that caught her attention first thing that morning. Still she dismissed it. Maybe it was some celebrity or overpaid professional athlete who was getting their rocks off riding behind the illegal tint. The second time she spotted the vehicle, she dismissed it as being a coincidence. Then she spotted it a third time.

And now a fourth time.

Her mind flew through a list of potential shady characters she’d worked with in the past. The entertainment business had its share of dangerous and unscrupulous people, and she had crossed a few of them to take B. Scott Management firm to the top. A few illegal recordings and a couple of compromising photos had opened quite a few doors that would’ve otherwise been closed to her. Recently, one door blasted open when a certain studio head, Ajet Austin, with conservative family values had been recorded freebasing and fucking a snaggletoothed crackhead who went by the street name Juicy.

So what that Blake hired and paid Juicy for the lurid and graphic video. So what that she blackmailed the scum for $2 million and then forced his studio to hire a few of her clients for major features. Hardball was the only game played in this industry—and she was a champion at the game. Besides, only idiots and fools believed in luck—and she was neither. She believed in hustlin’ and creating the illusion of luck. Don’t pimp the player, pimp the game, right?

Blake smiled, but then her gaze drifted back to the tag rolling three cars back. Austin. Clearly he trusted her about as much as she trusted him to fulfill her end of their bargain. But he’d soon find out that she didn’t intimidate easily. Blake opened the glove compartment and removed the pink handled .38 Special and slipped it into her tote sitting in the passenger seat.

“Ms. Scott, are you still there?” her annoying, perky new assistant, Perri, chirped through the Bluetooth clipped onto her ear.

“Um . . . yeah. I’m still here,” Blake said, jerking her gaze back to the road in front of her and immediately slamming on her brakes. A blue Bentley was stopped at a red light. “Fuck!”

Tires screeched as her hand locked in a death grip on the steering wheel. She slowed the momentum down enough so that when she tapped the back bumper, her airbag didn’t deploy. However, the Bentley’s driver still jumped out from behind the wheel. “What the hell, lady?”

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Blake snatched off her sunglasses, shifted her car into park, and killed the engine.

“Ms. Scott? Is everything all right?” Perri’s high-pitched voice penetrated.

“Does it sound like everything is all right?” Blake snapped, climbing out of her vehicle. “Call Mr. Braddock and tell him that I’m running late for our meeting, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.

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