Always Unique by Nikki Turner Page A

side, opposite of Unique. He was excited. “Anything you put your head to, you make happen. You are one of the most ambitious people I know, I will say that,” he said, feeling the vibe that Unique had really pulled off getting him his million dollars. “You know I give props where they are due.”
    Unique just sat there with no emotion toward Fat Tee as he tried to act like a big shot.
    “Who’s your friend?” He looked Tyeedah up and down and licked his lips. “Fine ass. You know the freaky things I’d do to you, girl?”
    Tyeedah glared at him, and her nose flared like someone had just dropped a bag of shit next to her. “Not in your wildest dream or nightmare for that matter,” she responded, shutting him down.
    Unique never offered a name; Fat Tee already knew too much for his own good. Fat Tee kept eyeballing Tyeedah, obviously feeling himself, but Unique wasn’t bothered by that. “How about you let me take you down south with my friend,” he said with an exaggerated drawl, painting his crusty, purple lips with his tongue.
    Tyeedah snorted. “If you were dying of starvation, I wouldn’t even allow you to eat out of my ass.”
    Not sure whether he should take the remark as a compliment or a diss, Fat Tee was at a loss for words. His mouth parted but no words came out; the look on his face was priceless.
    “Let’s get down to business, don’t nobody have time to be shucking and jiving with you. This is not a leisure session, this is a business meeting,” Unique said, and handed him a Bergdorf Goodman shopping bag, which contained the knapsack with the diamonds in it.
    Fat Tee looked confused and asked, “What the fuck is this? Ain’t no million fucking dollars in here.”
    “Actually, it’s more than a million dollars,” Unique said dryly. She looked around to make sure no one had heard his loud voice before she spoke again. “Just open it up and look in the bag.”
    When he did, the sheen from the diamonds seemed to lighten up the entire room. His eyes did a double take. “What the fuck is this?”
    “This fool can’t be as stupid as he was acting,” Tyeedah said to Unique.
    “What does it look like?” Unique asked Fat Tee mockingly.
    “I know what they are,” Fat Tee acknowledged, “but what the fuck I’m supposed to do with them? I asked for cash.”
    There were over a hundred diamonds in the pouch, all either nicer or just as nice as the ones that Shummi showed to her and Kennard. Unique’s mental appraisal of the jewels was that they were worth way over a million dollars. Damn, I’m so wanting to get this nigga off my back that I’m slipping. In fact, Unique was disappointed in herself that she wished in hindsight that she had taken out a few of the diamonds for herself; at least she could have given Tyeedah and Lil-Bro a couple for their help. But she just wanted to get Fat Tee out of her face, out of her life, and on his way.
    “What the fuck you think you’re supposed to do with them? They are fucking some of the best diamonds available,” she informed him. “You still a hustler, right?” she said sarcastically.
    He looked at her like she was asking him the most stupid question. “Until the day I die. But that don’t have shit to do with the fact that I asked for cash. Hell, you might as well have given me fuckin’ euros that I have to go to the foreign currency counter to exchange. I wanted cash.”
    Tyeedah sucked her teeth and added, “Again, are you sure you a hustla? Or a pimp? ’Cause it’s a little confusing to me.”
    That comment bothered Fat Tee, and he used his neck to motion to Unique. “She knows my résumé in the streets?”
    “Résumé? I can’t tell? You asking her what you gonna do with some diamonds. Who knows? Shit, you stalking ladies for money and shit—ain’t no real hustla raping and extorting no woman for money,” Tyeedah said, wanting to give him more than a piece of her mind.
    Unique spoke up before this got out of control. “Just