Dirtiest Revenge (18 page)

Kendra thought her ears were deceiving her as she heard Nicole’s voice echoing through her head, “Your suspicions are right. Not only am I fucking him, my momma’s fucking him, too, and I’m three months pregnant,” was all that kept replaying in her head. Kendra raised her hand.

“
You gonna hit a pregnant woman?” Nicole asked.

“
Bitch, your face ain’t pregnant,” Kendra said. Before she knew what she was doing, she had hit Nicole with a right hook.

“
I’m only going to tell your ass this once. Fuck with my man again, and I’mma see that your bastard-ass child won’t make it into this world.”

As Kendra got back in her car and sped off, Nicole remained in the same spot with a dumbfounded look on her face. Concerned people asked if she was okay, but she just ignored them and kept it pushing. Nicole really hadn’t thought that one through. She was well aware that Kendra would put her hands on her. Apparently, Kendra had made her look like a fool, but Nicole kept her stride.

“
All’s fair in love and war, baby,” Nicole said as she shook it off and continued walking to the Moore’s house.

*****

Once she was outside of Trent’s parents’ home, she realized that she didn’t know how they would take this news because she had been friends with Treniyah since she was eight years old. She had enjoyed spending some summer and Christmas vacations with the Moores. She had practically lived with them from time to time.

When she was fifteen, she saw Trent coming out the bathroom after taking a shower with just a towel wrapped around his body. She instantly developed a crush on him. She was also fifteen when she started giving him oral sex. Trent was her first for everything, so, in her mind, he was rightfully hers. She had loved him ever since she first laid eyes on him. Every time she stayed the night over, she tried to figure out a way to sneak into his room.

Nicole opted to write Treniyah a letter explaining every detail because she was too afraid to face her best friend in the whole wide world. As Nicole was putting the letter in the mailbox, Treniyah exited the house and asked, “Hey, Nikki! What do you have in your hand?”

Tears formed in Nicole’s eyes. She didn’t want her friend to think any less of her, and she hoped that, no matter what happened, she would still be her friend and that she would choose to be a part of her niece’s or nephew’s life. “It’s a letter for you. I don’t know how to tell you the words, Tren, so I thought I’d write it down. Please don’t read it until after I’m gone.”

As Nicole walked away, Treniyah read the letter. By the time she finished, Nicole was out of sight. Treniyah was so wrapped up in the letter that she hadn’t noticed the dark green Nova parked across the street a few houses from their home. Treniyah was so confused by the information that she had just read that she was speechless.

*****

The man in the dark green Nova had been casing the Moore’s home for a while, waiting on anyone to come or go from the house. He had been growing more and more impatient by the minute. He was just about to start his engine when luck struck his way. He watched when Kendra came and went. He even saw the dispute between Kendra and Nicole. His luck seemed to have gotten better when Treniyah appeared outside to talk to Nicole.

He stepped out the car, heading in Treniyah’s direction. She never even looked his way. She assumed that he was there for a neighbor. Before she realized what was happening, it was too late. The man walked up with a napkin in his hand. He covered Treniyah’s mouth with it, and she fainted instantly. He, then, picked her up and placed her in the backseat of his car. Another masked man grabbed her cell phone and placed it in one of the pockets of his jacket. Then, the driver drove to a secluded location in Long Beach.

Wiz was waiting for them when they arrived. He ordered them to tie Treniyah up. “Make sure y’all niggas don’t do anything to her unless I give you the green light. Is that understood?”

Both men nodded their heads. Wiz wanted for there to be a fair exchange for Trent’s sister. He wanted Trent. Things hadn’t been going as planned since he’d stepped back into the states. He had almost lost another of his boys when he was grazed by a bullet from Trent’s gun, so Wiz wasn’t leaving until he had his head.

Kendra was overwhelmed, but she knew that there was no forgiving Trent. This time, she was making sure to put her foot down. Kendra didn’t have time for the “I’m sorry’s” or “My bad’s”. She was more than fed up. This was the very straw that broke the camel’s back.

Kendra ran into her sister’s house. “I can’t believe this nigga,” she cried.

Nia looked at her sister and asked, “Why you keep doing this to yourself? Don’t you know you’re worth more than that?” Nia walked out the room. Frankly, she was tired of hearing about it.

Kendra followed behind her sister. “I’m dead serious. On my word, I’m good on that nigga. Can’t believe this bitch says she was carrying his baby,” a distraught Kendra said, holding her head down. That immediately had Nia’s full attention.

“
What the fuck did you just say?” Nia asked, hoping her ears had heard wrong. “Wait a minute! Back that shit up! Who the fuck is pregnant, Ken?”

“
That trifling bitch-ass Nicole. That bitch thought she was talking slick until I slapped the dog shit out of her,” Kendra answered, slapping the air like Nicole was in her presence.

“
Yo, Ken! You can’t be hitting pregnant women. Your ass will end up where daddy at. Don’t be a stupid bitch.”

“
Fuck that. I let that bitch know to stay the fuck away, or I’ll make sure her baby won’t be born.”

“
So, what you plan on doing? You know I got your back.”

Kendra shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what the fuck to do. I have so much going on in my mind right now that my head is killing me,” she spoke out.

“
I wonder if Marcos’s ass knew anything about this shit. I’mma text his ass and find out. He probably was fucking the nigga’s sister for all I know. I don’t put nothing past niggas,” Nia said, reaching for her cell phone.

Kendra slapped the phone from her sister’s hand and said, “No! No! No! I don’t want Trent knowing that I know. If you tell Marcos, Marcos will warn him. ”

“
Yeah. You’re right about that, but I wanna know if the nigga is out fucking hoes, too,” Nia said.

“
I seriously doubt that. That nigga loves your dirty-ass panties. I think you done put a hex on that boy ‘cause he chases you around like a puppy,” Kendra said, laughing.

“
Bitch, please. Me and this nigga wasn’t always like this. I had to tame that ass. Shit! You remember, when me and him first hooked up, he stayed his tail at fucking Starlight, tricking his money off on those nasty bitches, doing God knows what with them, then coming to me when he ain’t have gas in his car.”

“
Excuse the hell out of me. I used to be one of them bitches in Starlight. Did you forget?”

“
You know what the fuck I mean, Ken,” Nia explained. “I don’t even think it’s a good idea for you to keep living at Momma’s. Too much has been going on, and I think, sooner or later, you’re going to have a nervous breakdown with all this bullshit that has been happening. You’re more than welcome to shack over here if you want to.” Unbeknownst to Nia, her life was in harm’s way as well.

“
I don’t know, Nia. I will have to think about that one. Momma’s house is my only home right now,” Kendra explained.

*****

Trent tried playing his life over in his head. One would have thought his life was a movie.

“
Fuck it. A’int no nigga gonna run me off the block. If they want war, then I’mma bring the heat for them niggas. A’int no marks living here,” Trent said, reaching for his heat from underneath the couch and putting it behind his back, in his waistband. Outside, Trent grabbed his Beretta from his work car and stashed it under the backseat of his Escalade. Again, Trent was on a money mission. He knew what was against him. Trent had that ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude’ going on. Back downtown, Trent stayed up top, hustling in front of the Frontier with Marquise and Marcos not too far from his side. They all kept themselves on high alert.

“
Here come that nigga, Dan,” Marquise alerted.

Dan, a retired police officer from Chicago, was the top security guard for the Frontier Hotel. He had moved to California when his wife was murdered. The authorities never found the killer. Word around town was that he had bodied his wife; then, he went on the run. The police had never had any leads, so they never pressed the issue.

“
How many times do I have to tell y’all not to serve that shit right here? Take that shit elsewhere,” Dan commanded.

Trent, along with Marcos and Marquise, crossed back to the other side of Fifth. Marcos was handling a customer when he heard someone yell, “They’re in the window!”

Marcos walked off, and the smoker went in the other direction. Right when Marcos got to the corner, the cops jumped on him.

“
Fuck,” Marcos mumbled.

“
You got marked money,” the officer said, walking up on Marcos.

“
I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he replied.

Trent and Marquise were also getting hemmed up by the other officers.

“
I’mma say it again. I believe you have marked money,” the officer said, taking the twenty dollar bill out of Marcos’s pocket. He had given it to the smoker to buy the drugs with. The officer had his clipboard with a Xerox copy of the twenty dollar bill. He examined the serial numbers on the money to make sure they matched. Marcos knew he had gotten caught slipping.

“
Yep, that’s my money,” the officer confirmed. Marcos was handcuffed and hauled off to the precinct.

Trent was sweating bullets because he still had his gun on him. Some way, God was on his side. The officers had to break up a fight between a mother and her daughter. The daughter was mad that the mother had smoked up their last bit of crack. Trent looked up and whispered, “Thank you, Jesus,” as he found a paper bag and wrapped his gun inside of it. He, then, knocked on the door of the Sanborn. He handed his gun to the person who opened the door, so he could stash his gun for him. Next, he paid one of the chicks that hustled on the block to go see about Marcos.

*****

Treniyah was now awake and alert. Her head was pounding, and her throat was dry. She noticed that her hands and feet were tied. She tried to scream out but to no avail. Tears raced out her eyes. She didn’t have a clue where she was or who she was with. Last thing Treniyah remembered was reading a letter from Nicole. As she was trying to recall how she got where she was, Treniyah heard footsteps. Then, the door opened and shut. She blinked her eyes, trying to see her assailant. She squirmed violently, trying to free herself.

“
I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise,” Wiz said.

Treniyah managed to ask for a cup of water, and Wiz complied. After taking several sips of water, Treniyah asked, “Why am I here?”

Wiz didn’t have an answer, so he just sat quietly, but that didn’t stop Treniyah from questioning him. “Can you please tell me why I am here?”

“
Nothing against you, lil mama. Let’s just say someone owes me something, so I gotta hold you here until I get what I want.” Wiz didn’t want to reveal too much to the girl, so he left it at that.

In Treniyah’s mind, she figured that somehow the reason she was in this predicament was because of her brother. Although Treniyah was twenty years old, she still had the heart of a teenager. She had never traveled far away from home because she didn’t think she’d be able to be without her family.

While he was in the room with Treniyah, Wiz received a text message from Kendra, explaining that she needed him. Wiz replied that he could meet up with her at his house within the next hour. Wiz walked out the room and talked to one of his masked men.

“
Keep an eye on her. If she gets hungry, feed her. I need to make a run real quick. Under no circumstances are you guys to touch her. If I come back here and her clothes look wrinkled, I’mma put a bullet in your head, dig?”

The two young dudes said they understood, but, as soon as Wiz left, one of the young dudes started to flirt with Treniyah.

“
Aye, cuz. She looks like she has a fat ass,” the thug said, licking his lips.

“
My nigga, don’t even try it. You heard that nigga. He ain’t playing with us. He said, if he came back here and her clothes were wrinkled, he would body us,” the other thug spoke out.

“
Nigga, lighten up. I’m just having some fun. That nigga Wiz ain’t stunting this bitch right here.”

“
All right. Shoot yourself. I don’t want any parts of this.”

The young thug got up and walked out the boarded up house. To him, it didn’t make no sense for two niggas to die because of one person’s stupidity. He decided that he would wait for Wiz to come back. He sat at a donut shop around the corner from where the house was located. Back in the house, the thug was caressing Treniyah’s legs and saying, “Mmm, baby, you thicker than a Snicker. You got me hard already. I bet you have that wet-wet.” He pulled her pants down aggressively. “This is the best early birthday present,” he said as he slid her panties to the side and violated the space between her legs.