Always Unique by Nikki Turner Read Free Book Online Page B

had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of, had been murdered. It was incomprehensible.
    A wry smile appeared on his face. “But I kept my word to her: gave up the dope game and got knee-deep in this boxing game, and ended up with all this.” He spread out his arms. “Now I have you and another baby on the way. Life really couldn’t be better.”
    Right, she thought as he kissed her on the lips. Couldn’t be better.

 
    A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE
    Over the next week Kennard doted on Unique. As far as he was concerned, nothing was too good for her—or good enough. Outwardly, Unique basked in his generosity—flowers, candy, notes, jewelry, clothes, food—but inside she felt like a heel for keeping secrets from him. Her conscience ate at her like a tiger dining on slices of raw meat.
    But she’d already made up her mind. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, and she had to do what she thought was best for her and her new family.
    In Unique’s eyes, it was a real blessing in disguise that the big sellout fight was less than two weeks away. The upcoming festivities kept Kennard extremely busy. This was being called the fight of the decade and Kennard was milking it for all that it was worth. Set to take place in Madison Square Garden, the sheer magnitude of the event kept him away from Unique more than usual.
    The timing couldn’t have been better. Unique hated not seeing him until late at night, but the time alone was perfect for putting her own business in order. After playing and replaying the pros and cons in her mind over and over, she decided that the only logical option was to heist Shummi’s diamonds. She liked Shummi a lot and the man had never done anything to her, but what else could she do? Her back was up against the wall. It was the only way to get Fat Tee off of her back and out of her life.
    And with that being said, today was the day it was about to go down, and she had solicited Tyeedah and her little brother for help.
    All I can say is love makes a person do some strange shit!
    Unique waited on Fifty-second Street for the courier to pass. She had his schedule down pat like the finale to a tango. Once she saw him bend the corner, Unique knew there was no turning back. It was about to go down. She felt bad that she had to do this but was relieved that this was going to finally be over once and for all.
    Once Unique saw the courier, she spoke into her Bluetooth. “There he goes: blue jeans, camouflage jacket, and a Jets baseball cap. Game on, Playboy.”
    “Roger that,” Lil-Bro said from a motorized scooter. He confirmed he had seen the target. “I got him.”
    Unique quickly hopped into a pedicab and instructed the guy to take her to Fifth Avenue. The man maneuvered the three-wheeled passenger bicycle with great precision while she still had the courier in sight. He started weaving in and out of the afternoon traffic, seemingly unfazed by the congestion and poisonous exhaust fumes and diesel fuel he breathed in from the clusters of cabs and buses polluting the atmosphere. Lil-Bro was in and out of traffic as well, trailing the courier on his moped. Traffic came to a halt but it didn’t stop him. The courier, used to sharing the crowded streets with many modes of transportation, didn’t think anything of the moped on his tail.
    In between buses and alongside cabs, Lil-Bro rode that motorbike like he was in a triathlon, trailing the courier like he was racing for the medal.
    In the process of coming to the surprise stop, Lil-Bro ran up beside the messenger and bumped the back wheel of his bike by mistake, causing him to lose control of the bike and fly over the handlebars and hit the concrete.
    “Oh shit!” Lil-Bro said, quickly stopping his own moped. “Man, I’m sorry!” He added, as innocently as possible. “I was texting and riding, man … you know how that shit is.” Lil-Bro got off his bike and began to help the man off the ground. “I feel bad, man. Hope I ain’t bruise your