Dirtiest Revenge (16 page)

“
Why don’t you give her a call?” his mom asked.

Trent laid across his mother’s bed. “C’mon, Mom. I haven’t talked to G’Mama in a few months. She’s gonna think something is wrong. Could you just call her for me please?” Trent pleaded. He just hoped she would give in.

“
See there. If y’all kids spent more time with your G’Mama, you wouldn’t have to go through this. You should never distance yourself from her. She’s getting old, and she is not able to move around like she used to. Go and offer to take her shopping or bring her flowers. Just don’t show up when you’re needing something!” Mrs. Moore said, breaking it down.

Trent kissed his mom on the check and laughed out loud. This was the second time that she had read him, and it was becoming scary. He didn’t want to waste anymore of her time. He grabbed the cordless phone and called his granny. His cousin Brandy answered on the first ring.

“
Hello,” she answered, sounding real snotty.

“
Get off the phone, gurl, and give G’Mama the phone,” Trent demanded.

“
Who dis?” Brandy asked in her broken English.

“
Don’t worry who I am. Just put G’Mama on the phone.” Trent was becoming irritated.

“
She ‘sleep right now. Who is dis?” she continued to ask.

“
Damn, girl. Your ass is nosey. Just tell G’Mama, when she wakes up, that I’m coming to see her in a few.”

“
That’s all fine and dandy, but who am I gonna say is comin’ to see her?” Brandy asked with an attitude.

“
Damn. If you must know, it’s Trent,’’ he responded as sweat formed above his eyebrows.

“
I knew that,” Brandy said, clicking back to the other line.

Trent envisioned choking his little cousin when he saw her.

“
Why didn’t she say anything?” Trent wondered aloud.

Trent put the phone back on its base. He, then, grabbed his cell phone and texted Nicole: AYE! MEET ME AROUND THE CORNER IN TEN MINUTES. LEAVE AFTER I LEAVE. I NEED YOU TO ROLL WITH ME.

After Trent pressed the SEND button, he kissed his mom once more.

“
Tell Pops that I said he owes me money from that bet we made,” he laughed.

“
You be careful, you hear? By the way, how’s Kendra doing? Tell her I’m here for her if she needs anything. Poor baby, losing her mom at such an early age,” Mrs. Moore said, showing sympathy and concern.

“
She’s coping, and I’ll make sure to tell her to give you a call,” Trent answered.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Trent and Nicole were headed up the highway to Rialto. It had been awhile since Trent had visited his grandmother. If it wasn’t for the position he was in, Trent probably would have let another month or two pass before he made his visit. When they arrived, Trent rang the door-bell and waited patiently for someone to come to the door. After a couple minutes had past, there was still no answer. Trent became worried. He knocked again and shook the handle. Trent found that the door was unlocked. He entered with Nicole behind him. He walked through the foyer and found Brandy chatting away on the phone.

“
Did you hear the fucking door?” Trent spat.

Brandy rolled her eyes and kept on chatting away. Trent snatched the phone from Brandy’s ear and hung up on whoever she was talking to.

“
Trent, have you lost your damn mind?” Brandy exclaimed, reaching for the phone.

Trent, however, kept it behind his back and asked, “Where is G’Mama at?” He held the phone high above his head.

“
Trent, you play too damn much. Now, give me back the phone ‘fo I tell G’Mama you swearing in her house,” Brandy threatened.

Nicole laughed as the two cousins bickered. Trent was ready to choke Brandy out, but Nicole caught his hands.

“
Baby, calm down. She’s just playing with you. Just have a seat!” Nicole suggested.

Brandy rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Trent took Nicole’s advice and calmed down. Brandy was the daughter of Trent’s uncle. Brandy had lived with G’Mama since birth because her mother and father were strung out on heroin. G’Mama called Brandy her miracle child because, at birth, she had weighed only two pounds. Trent used this opportunity to get his bag out the trunk.

“
Keep an eye out for me and let me know if my granny comes in,” Trent instructed Nicole.

He turned on the TV for Nicole and handed her the remote. Then, he headed for the shed in the backyard. The shed was dark and had a lot of debris in it. He moved some stuff around and found an old trunk. Trent, then, set the bag inside it. Before closing it up, he took out a whole bird and stuffed it in his Gucci backpack with all the money he could fit in it. After everything was secure, Trent locked down the trunk. He found a padlock sitting next to him and on the wall hung various keys. He didn’t want to really search for the key, so he picked out the funniest looking one and prayed that it worked. Trent stepped back into the house at the same time his granny walked in.

“
Hey, G’Mama. How are you, baby?” Trent asked, giving his granny a kiss on the cheek.

“
Boy, what you doing all the way out here? Are you in some kind of trouble?” she asked.

“
C’mon, G’Mama. What kind of grandson do you think I am?” Trent answered in his boyish tone.

“‘
G’Mama— my ass! I wasn’t born yesterday. You’re just trying to get your nut on, and this is not the Holiday Inn,” she uttered.

Trent fell out, laughing. “Nah, G’Mama. I really came to see you and kick it with you for a couple of hours,” Trent lied.

“
I’m hungry, Trent,” Nicole announced, hoping that they could get out of the house soon and get back to LA, but Trent purposely ignored her.

“
Nicole, you remember my G’Mama Gloria, right? G’Mama, this is my friend Nicole.”

“
Hello,” Nicole said as she attempted to shake G’Mama’s hand.

“
You better get on up and give G’Mama a hug. We don’t shake hands in this house,” she advised.

Brandy came back in the room. She rolled her eyes at everyone.

“
Girl, don’t make me knock your eyes out their sockets,” G’Mama warned her. “Now, where are your manners? I know I taught you right. Well? Now, get over here and give me some suga.”

Brandy gave her grandmother a hug and a kiss. Trent caught up on some memories with G’Mama and, before he knew it, it was time to hit the highway.

“
I’mma make sure I come see you more often,” Trent informed his granny while giving her a hug and a kiss.

“
Oh, no! We don’t wanna see you like that,” Brandy hissed, walking towards the door. Trent stuck his foot out, making Brandy hit the floor hard. She was just about to say something slick when she realized G’Mama was still in the room.

“
It was a pleasure meeting you, G’Mama,” Nicole said, giving her a hug.

Nicole was happy to leave. She liked Trent’s grandmother, but she couldn’t stand Brandy, and, if she had stayed in that house another minute, she would have hurt that girl.

“
Do you have anywhere to be right now?” Trent asked Nicole.

She shook her head. “Why? What’s up?”

“
Shit! I figured, on our way back home, we could hit up DT,” he responded. “You down to roll?”

Trent knew he was taking chances being downtown. It was only a short time before someone linked him to JD’s disappearance or that he ran into Wiz, but money needed to be made, and it damn sure wasn’t going to make it itself.

*****

Kendra was exhausted from the two days she had spent with Wiz, and all she wanted was to go home and relax. She wanted to take a long, hot bath, but that was short lived when she saw Trent’s face, but she decided to ignore him. Kendra finally had peace of mind. She warmed some soup up for herself and decided to watch a movie in the den. Kendra was battling her love and affection for Trent. She had begun to think the love she really missed was the love from her father. She pondered that question all the time. She figured that it was time to visit her father. He could give her the answers her soul desired.

A side of Kendra felt that sneaking and creeping with Wiz was payback for all the hurt and agony Trent had caused her. Besides, it felt good. On the other hand, she knew two wrongs didn’t make a right, and, if her mom had still been alive, she would have torn her a new one. Kendra marked the calendar for when she would go visit her father.

*****

Trent and Nicole made it to downtown L.A just in time for the police’s shift changes. They rode around for fifteen minutes before parking. Trent tried to make sure the coast was clear. He took the pack from his bag and started breaking down rocks. He made sure to have quarter pieces, eight balls, dubs, dimes, and nickels. He cut them up to perfection, like it was what he went to school for. After an hour of cutting, he was ready to get it over with. His first stop would be to the park. That was where all the fiends congregated, so he was sure he would dump the majority of his product off there.

“
What’s going on, young blood?” one of the smokers asked as he approached Trent and Nicole.

“
You know. Same ol’ same. Just trying to make a dollar or two,” Trent replied.

The guy shook his head. “Come here and let an old head learn you something real quick,” the smoker suggested. Trent stepped to the side where only he was in earshot.

“
What’s going on?” Trent asked, not sure of what the smoker wanted or if he was trying to buy dope on credit.

“
Yeah, they found that young boy shot up in the dumpster, and people are tagging your name to it, so I’m just letting you know to watch yourself out here because Brody and his team been hot out here for a minute. Thing is there were no witnesses, but I’m just giving you a heads up,” the smoker stated.

“
Nah, I don’t know nothing about that,” Trent responded, “but good looking out, though.”

Trent handed the guy a dub sack.

“
Well, just keep your eyes and ears glued. You know the streets are talking,” the man said before he walked away. That little bit of information was all that Trent needed to hear. Now, he really had to watch his back. Trent wasn’t paranoid, but he liked to stay two steps ahead of everyone. He gave half the sack to Nicole and stated, “You know what to do, baby girl.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He just walked off, and she went the other way. That night in the park was moving too slow for Trent. He didn’t plan to stay any longer than two hours at the most. Trent, at times, kept watching over his shoulders for a just in case moment. He didn’t want to be caught slipping, and he wasn’t trying to go out like a sucker.

On the other hand, the fiends were loving Nicole. Each one she stepped to made sure they copped a nickel or a dime from her. One thought he was slick when he asked her for a dub and handed her a lot of ones, so she would be thrown off, but Nicole was much smarter than that.

“
Aye! Hold up, my nigga. Make sure you count that before you put it my hand,” Nicole said harshly. The smoker looked a little nervous, but then he began to count.

“
I only have seventeen,” the smoker said, but Nicole wasn’t buying into it.

“
Come back when you have the full dub. I’m not taking no shorts or losses,” Nicole said, leaving the man to stand there to marinate on what she had just said.

*****

Trent thought his eyes were deceiving him when he looked up and saw Wiz talking to a lady across the street. It had been five years since Trent had killed his cousin. He made sure to stand out of Wiz’s view, but he made sure he could see him. He had thought Marcos was lying earlier, but seeing him in the flesh put him on high alert. Trent checked his waistband, but his glock wasn’t on him.

“
Shit,” Trent cursed to himself. Now, he had to make an exit out the park without being noticed.

Nicole walked up behind him and said, “Are you ready? I’m hungry, and I have a class in the morning.”

“
Yeah. Yeah. We can roll out,” Trent replied, making eye contact with Wiz.

Nicole sensed that Trent was shaken up about something, but, when she asked, he cut her off, saying, “I ain’t never spooked.”

Trent wasn’t sure if Wiz noticed him because, after making eye contact, he turned his back and kept right on talking.

*****

A smile spread across Wiz’s face when he saw Trent. He acted as if he was talking to a lady just to make sure it was really him. His plan was to look like he was conversing with this white lady, but the only thing she was talking about was herself. He turned to meet Trent’s stare for a moment. Then, he turned back to throw him off, to make it look like he really hadn’t seen him. Wiz thought,
Pay back is a mutha, bitch!
Then, he, too, headed to his car to go back home. He knew what his next move would be. Wiz figured, since he couldn’t get the one he wanted, that he might as well take the one Trent loved.

Wiz wanted to make sure that Trent suffered the same pain he had suffered when he took out his younger cousin. Wiz wasn’t able to attend the funeral because he and his family had to flee the U.S., but, now, he was back. Wiz had his mind on his target, and he was ready for it to play out. His trigger finger was itching, and he knew he had to act fast.