Dirtiest Revenge (19 page)

Treniyah cried and prayed at the same time. The thug dropped his pants and boxers. He laid her up on the bed and tried to kiss her. Treniyah spit in his face. The thug slapped her across the face and said, “Stupid bitch!” He roughly spread her legs apart and entered her.

Treniyah screamed out in pain, “No! Get off me!”

She cried, but the thug tuned her out while he kept pumping.

“
Damn! Your shit’s tight,” he announced.

Neither one of them heard the door open while the thug was tearing into her virgin womb, so he didn’t even know what had hit him. The other thug had returned and shot him in the back. Treniyah screamed out.

“
Ah, cuz! What the fuck you doing?” he asked, rolling off Treniyah.

“
Don’t make no sense for both of us to die over your dirty dick, so I made the decision for Wiz.”

The thug shot the other twice more in the back. Treniyah was still screaming as blood splattered all over her.

“
Calm down! I’m not going to hurt you at all.”

He picked her up as she shook uncontrollably. He carried her to the bathroom. The water wasn’t running, so he sat her on the toilet and ran to the kitchen to grab some water. The thug took his shirt off to clean the blood off of her.

Treniyah was still shaken up. She cried out, “Can you please let me go? I just want to go home to my family please.”

The thug felt sorry for Treniyah. He wished that he could have gotten to know her. He wondered what it would have been like to date a young woman as beautiful as she was.

“
I’m sorry. I can’t do that, ma. If I let you go, we will both end up dead. I already messed up by leaving you in here with my dude, and he violated you. Now, when Wiz gets back, I will have to pay the piper,” he said with anguish in his voice.

He ran to grab a shirt out of his car. This was the second time Treniyah had heard the name Wiz. She made sure his name stuck in her head like cement. She would never forget the name, and, God willing, she was going to make him pay.

The thug made sure she was all cleaned up. He even untied one of her hands, so she could clean down low. He gave her privacy, but he left the door open just in case she tried anything. After Treniyah was done, she put on the extra big Pro Club shirt he had given her. Treniyah stepped out the bathroom and said, “I’m finished now. I guess you can tie me back up.”

The thug grabbed her by the hand and said, “Look. I’mma check us into a motel. Now, I want you to play along like everything is cool. If I feel you tryna be a threat, then you will leave me no choice but to hurt you, understand?” he asked.

Treniyah got the message loud and clear. To her, he was something like a hero. Although he had kidnapped her and was keeping her hostage, he had also killed his friend for raping her. She felt somewhat safe, so she agreed to follow the rules.

“
Understood,” she said.

They drove to a motel on the east side of Long Beach. After checking in, the thug sent Wiz a text message to let him know about their new location.

Chapter 11

Wiz drove up to his home. Kendra was waiting in the lobby for him. He could tell that she had been crying.

“
Sup, beautiful. What’s the matter?” he asked her once he stepped inside.

Kendra hugged him with passion, making Wiz laugh. He said, “I’m happy to see you, too.”

They went to his unit. Once inside, Kendra finally blurted out, “I’m done with trifling, no good-ass niggas. Fuck that dumb shit.”

Wiz let Kendra spaz out. Once she was done, she apologized for letting her emotions come out.

“
It’s alright, baby girl. I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.”

He already knew all about what was going on. He had a smile so bright in his heart because he knew Trent was out the way.

“
Nah, I can’t sit here and talk about another nigga, but what I do know is that he and I are completely over.”

“
That’s what’s up, so are you ready to be mines. I was only playing in the background until that nigga messed up, and, since he has, I’m ready to play up front,” Wiz said with a smile.

Kendra didn’t really want to rush into things, but she was quickly falling in love with Wiz, and she couldn’t control how she felt.

Wiz’s phone went off. He checked his message. Instantly, his smile turned into a frown.
Damn! I should have never let those young niggas do a grown man’s job. All they had to do was keep an eye out for her
, Wiz thought to himself.

“
Baby girl, I have to go handle some biz, but I want you here when I get back home, so please don’t go anywhere. Ken, just make yourself comfortable. Anything you want or need is here for you. Kick up your feet and relax.”

*****

When Wiz was back on his way to Long Beach, he called the young thug back and said, “Please tell me why the fuck you’re in a motel right now. I thought I gave y’all simple niggas an easy task— just keep an eye out. Did you ask me if you could relocate? I’m on my way, nigga.”

Wiz hung up before the young thug could answer.

*****

Treniyah asked if everything was okay. The young thug didn’t respond. To make matters even worse, he hadn’t told Wiz about the dead body. He figured he would let him know when he arrived. The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He made sure Treniyah was still tied up before opening the door.

“
I swear I can’t let little boys do a grown man’s job. All y’all had to do was watch her and don’t say shit, but see y’all can’t do that shit. And you wanna tell me why the fuck Tone is laying dead in my spot?”

“
I know you said to watch her, and that’s what we were doing, or, at least, I thought we were until Tone wanted to do his own thang. I tried talking him out of it, but, then, the nigga started rambling, saying ‘fuck you’ this, that, and the third. At that point, there wasn’t no reasoning with him, so I left out the house and sat at the doughnut shop because I didn’t want any parts of it. When I came back, he was on top of her,” he answered, hoping Wiz would lighten up.

“
You saved your own ass, but you never smoke your boy over a bitch,” Wiz said, letting the words sink into the young thug’s mind. Then, he said, “A’ight! I’m gonna send someone to discard the body.”

As he left, Wiz sent a text message to one of his other boys.

*****

“
This is a collect call from the Los Angeles County Jail. You have a collect call from Marcos.”

Nia’s heart skipped. She hurriedly pressed five, interrupting the recording. She waited until Marcos started speaking.

“
Hey, love! They got me on some bullshit-ass charge. Call Trent on three way and see

what’s up.”

Nia did as she was told and called Trent on three way. When he picked up, she said, “Hey, Trent. I have Marcos on the other line. I’mma connect you.”

Nia transferred the call and asked, “Bay, you there? Trent, you there?”

Both men said yeah at the same time. Then, she said, “Okay. I’mma let y’all talk, but I’m not putting the phone down.” Nia let the two men speak.

“
So, what are they saying?” Trent asked.

“
Man, they tryna stick me with a sell. I go see the magistrate tomorrow at nine A.M. I don’t know what my bail’s looking like. Hopefully, it ain’t high,” Marcos stated.

“
Don’t trip, my nigga. We got you. We’ll bail you out,” Trent said.

“
What about Prop 36?” Nia asked.

“
I never had the drugs on me, just that twenty that was marked money. Bay, just make

sure you’re here tomorrow please,” Marcos said.

“
I’ll be there, bay. That’s my word,” Nia answered.

“
Hold the line. My mom’s is calling in,” Trent said. He clicked over and said, “Hey! What’s going on, Ma?”

“
Have you heard from your sister? I haven’t seen her all day, and, when I call her phone, it goes straight to voicemail,” Mrs. Moore said. Her voice was full of concern.

“
Nah, ma. I haven’t heard from her. She’s probably chilling with her friends, or she may be with Nicole. No need to panic. That girl is a grown woman.”

“
Then, why would she leave her car at home? You know how your sister is. If she goes anywhere with somebody, she’s always taking her damn car.”

“
Hold on, ma,” Trent said and clicked back over. He told Nia to let him know everything that happened at court and that he had a big issue going on that he had to attend to. Trent clicked back to his mom and asked, “How long has she been gone?”

“
Son, I really don’t know. I just know I haven’t seen her. I wanna say since three thirty. I called Kendra earlier to see if they’d left together, but she hasn’t returned my call. I’m going to call the police and file a missing person’s report.”

Trent cursed at the thought of his baby sister missing. He managed to calm down his mother and let her now that he would check the streets for her. She agreed. Then, they hung the up. Trent didn’t know what was going on with his sister. First thing he did was call Kendra. Maybe, they had gone out for a girl’s day or something. They could have been at the movies.
Maybe, that’s why Kendra didn’t answer her phone
, he thought, trying to reason with himself. A worried Trent hopped into his truck. He rode around to some of his sister’s friends’ houses to see if they had heard from her or seen her, but none of them had, so Trent rode of over to Nicole’s. He parked his ride after seeing a lot of girls on Nicole’s porch talking and laughing. As he got closer, the crowd became silent. The door to Nicole’s house was open, so Trent let himself in. As soon as he was inside, the girls on the porch started laughing and carrying on. Ms. Johnson was in her room, smoking on a cigarette.

“
What do you want, muthafucka?” she said menacingly.

Trent disregarded her comment and said, “Where’s Nicole? I’m looking for my sister.”

“
I put that raggedy bitch out my house. Knowing I can barely take care of her, she wanna go and get pregnant by yo trifling ass. I can barely feed my other kids. That’s why they’re always with they no good-ass daddy. I told the bitch to get rid of it. You wanna know what that high yellow heifer had the audacity to tell me?” Ms. Johnson didn’t wait for a reply she just kept right on talking. “The little bitch told me she loves you and she’s going to keep her baby. She better miss me with all that bullshit.”

Trent wasn’t getting anywhere, so he just turned around and left before things got out of hand. Trent heard Ms. Johnson call him a bitch under her breathe, but he just ignored it. As he passed by the girls, he stopped and asked where he could find Nicole. Before any of them could say something, Ms. Johnson was at the door, screaming at the girls, “Stay the fuck outta people’s business! Don’t tell him shit!”

Then, Ms. Johnson slammed the door. Trent rubbed one of hands across his forehead. It took everything in his might not to react because he was more concerned about his sister’s whereabouts.

“
Fuck what she say. Has anyone seen Nicole?”

One of the girls quickly replied, “What’s in it for us?”

Another girl nudged her, indicating that she should keep quiet.

“
What I’m saying is, if he wants us to tell him, he gotta pay us. Shit!” she replied.

Trent dug into his pocket and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills. As he flashed the money at the girls, he asked, “Is this enough?”

“
Hell, yeah,” they all chimed in. “She’s staying over at the Snooty Fox.”

That was all Trent needed to hear. He hopped in his truck and drove. In the truck, he called Kendra.

“
Hello,” Kendra answered groggily.

“
Are you ‘sleep?” Trent asked.

“
What the hell it sound like to you?” she responded harshly.

“
Is Treniyah there with you?” Trent asked, praying the answer was yes.

“
Trent, I’m going back to sleep. I don’t have time for your games.”

“
What the fuck, Ken? All I asked was a simple yes or no question! Ain’t nobody playing no damn games! My sister’s missing, and all I’m asking is have you seen her, but your bitch-ass talking shit!”