The follow-up to the erotic thriller that delves deeper into the lives of the main characters and their nemisis.
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“This is a real thriller, better than the original if that’s possible!” -John Blassingame, Today’s Black Woman Magazine It's been two years since lessons were learned and lives were shattered. How did everyone turn out? Only time will tell, but that's one thing the 12 Inch Brotha no longer has! People close to him are disappearing, his best friends’ lives are being torn apart, and he himself is feeling the backlash of a problem he thought was long gone. Witness the return of Rique, Blaque, Melanie, and Dalvin as the high drama of the International hit thriller DIARY OF A 12 INCH BROTHA II gives you even more the 2nd time around! With special guest appearances that will blow your mind, this is some of FEENIX’s best work! You’ll finish it in a day, be late picking the kids up from school, miss your lunch hour, and kick your spouse out of bed just because they asked you too many questions while reading! (smile) Dante’ Feenix is Hip-Hop Business Journal’s Literary Award Winner and author of the Black Butterfly Series.
After getting everything set, Niagara a Cat exited the club by way of the back alley. Nu-Nu secured Paulie while Darryl opened the club and set up a sign-in sheet for the amateur dancers. Last week’s winner, Sin-cere, worked the door and escorted every new prospect back stage so they could get dressed for the show/audition. It was a process that had become so routine both Darryl and Nu-Nu hated doing it.
“Okay Sin, we’re ready to see the first dancer! What’s her name again, Darryl?”
“I can’t read it; it’s scribbled across the page…”
“It looks like Black Barbie…”replied Nu-Nu.
Suddenly, a girl walked onto the stage with black sun-glasses and a light weight trench coat tied tightly around her waist. Both Nu-Nu and Darryl looked at each other; then busted out in laughter.
“Oh no sweetheart, who are you supposed to be?”
“And please don’t say Black Barbie because that’s been played out so much that Matel Toys gonna start suing niggas for sayin it,” joked Darryl.
“BUT I’M THE ORIGINAL,” shouted the girl as she pulled two nine millimeter hand guns from her coat.
“OH SHIT,” they screamed in unison before ducking under the table.
Eboni ran in through the front door with her guns drawn and scanned the room with her eyes. After locking the door behind her, she quickly moved to the back of the stage and ordered everyone to the center of the club.
“Eboni, make sure the blinds are down and the closed signs are flipped,” said Blaque from the stage.
“Got you…” she replied.
“Alright everybody, just chill and nobody will get hurt. This is not a robbery… we just want some information!"