When a Hood Legend Claims It All 4

by Belleza

  Moving his head up and down to show he understood what I was saying, Kenton pivoted on his heels and stormed out of the room. I turned to face CoCo dragging my hands down my face.

  “I’m so sorry,” she murmured.

  “It’s cool. Just make sure you listen to me from here on out.” I kissed her lips. “Shut down and go back to my place with Kenton. You have fifteen minutes. If I get a call that the shop isn’t closed I will send men down here to make sure it is. You hear me?”

  She nodded her head wildly. I pulled the gun from my waist and pressed it into her hand.

  She looked from the burner to my face in shock. “I can’t take this, Amare. I… I … don’t know how to shoot it.”

  “Anything feels out of place, shoot. Don’t ask fucking questions, just shoot.”

  Curling her hand around the gun, I kissed her again and left out with my phone in hand to get in-contact with Wes.

  All this shit happening at once had my head spinning, but I had to stay focused and level headed because now my sisters life was on the line.

  Rita

  “So what’s it gonna be? Ms. Meyers? Your life or your boyfriends. The choice is yours?”

  I maintained a blank expression as the frail white officer sat on the other side of the table with her hands clasped together. She was sure one ugly ass bitch.

  “How the hell do you expect me to cooperate when I’m uncomfortable as hell? I can’t function because I’m in pain with my hands behind my back. I’ve been sitting in this damn hard ass chair for almost an hour with you asking me the same goddamn question.”

  Pressing her thin lips in a tight line, she shot up from the chair she was in and came around the table. I heard keys jingling in her hand, the cuffs click and then finally my aching wrist were free. I brought them up to my chest in front of me rubbing the soreness away.

  “Can you think now?” she spat sarcastically.

  “Of course.” I smiled just to be a bitch.

  “How you cooperate is based on if you can keep that dazzling smile on your face, Ms. Meyers. Tell me everything you know about Amare Davis?”

  My smile dropped. “Who?”

  “Don’t play games with me. I know you know who Amare Davis is. You’re his partners girlfriend.”

  Holding my hands up, I shrugged. “That name doesn’t ring a bell. Just because I’m fucking Kenton doesn’t mean I’m aware of who he hangs around.”

  “Who he hangs around?” she asked back laughing. “They’re not doing no damn hanging. More so fucking dealing illegal product all over the city.”

  “You obviously know more than me, so it’s a waste of time for me to be here.”

  “What kind of woman are you! You lay with one of the ruthless men in the city that’s poisoning other human beings with this filth and you don’t even bat a fucking eye as you stand his ground.”

  “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t discredit my worth because you’re not doing the job you get paid to do,” I stated keeping my eyes on her.

  She wanted Kenton and Amare bad for whatever reason, but she wasn’t going to get to him through me. I really didn’t know shit, but even if I did my response would be the same thing.

  The officer started clapping. “Bravo, you’re playing the role of a ride or die bitch well. In fact, knowing everything you’ve been through I thought you would have stepped down from that role being as though it landed you in jail for a few years.”

  My lip curled from her statement and she finally smiled. “I know who you are and what you use to do. You think you turned your life around because instead of holding a gun and robbing niggas you’re spreading your legs. Well riddle me this, does Kenton know what you did in the past and who you’ve done it with? You think he’ll ever trust a thief like you?”

  I didn’t say anything.

  “Tell me what I want to know. I don’t got all day. Remember I have agents ready to get that gun you pulled out on Trevor.”

  Again, I stayed silent and she smiled as if my stance changed in the situation. I was far from a dumb ass bitch.

  “What I know is that you’re desperate as fuck for me to tell you some shit, I don’t know. I don’t know anything about what Kenton does. No matter how many times you ask me the same question over and over again, nothing I say will change. As far as that gun you keep talking about, do what you gotta do. Just like you’re wasting your time now, you will be wasting your time looking for a damn gun a criminal tried to snitch on me about.”

  The best part of being raised by the streets is that I had the ability of reading people. I was kicking my own fucking ass for even stepping foot in this building knowing this officer was doing everything ass backwards.

  “Keep it real with me, who you work for?” I leaned up with a smug smirk on my face. “I’m sure it’s not only for the people that issued you that badge.”

  “This ain’t about me!”

  “I bet. Come open up this door so I can leave.”

  “Sit your ass down before I put those cuffs back on your wrist!” she snarled so angrily that she had spit flying out of her mouth and almost fell out of her seat to stop me.

  Before she got a chance to get to me, the door opened stopping her in her tracks. A man in a suit walked in along with another officer.

  “Ms. Sharita Meyers, I presume. I’m Frazier Hardy. I’ve been retained to represent you, and we’ll be leaving now since you’re not being charged with anything.” He glanced at me before facing the officer that had me in custody.

  The officer gritted her teeth and waved her hand as if she was dismissing me. Hardy chuckled and stepped aside so I could leave out before him.

  “You’ll be hearing from me soon,” he said as he left out of the room.

  Hardy didn’t say anything else to me after that. From the way he was dressed I knew he meant business. He was clad in an expensive suit and had a certain arrogance in his demeanor whereas my public defenders were dressed in suits that they were swimming in and barely remembered my name because they had hundreds of other cases to review and represent.

  Leading the way to the front of the district he passed me a cell phone. I looked down at it and back at him before taking it in my hand. Putting it to my ear I spoke. “Hello.”

  “Are you cool?” Kenton’s voice finally had me beaming. I was lowkey stressed out at first but the longer I stayed in that room I knew this was some bullshit.

  “Yes, I am. Thank you.”

  “A small thing to a giant, but we have more pressing issues to face,” he responded which caused my stomach to turn.

  “What now?”

  Kenton sighed. “I have a car outside waiting for you. It’s going to bring you to Mar’s place. I’m here with Corryn.”

  “Ken, what the hell is going on?!”

  “I’ll see you once you get here,” he said with finality and then ended the call.

  Defeated and heart racing, I handed the lawyer back his phone and left out of the District to the black Navigator sitting outside. I assumed it was for me because the driver called out my name. I got inside the back seat and sunk into the butter soft seats rubbing my hands through my messy hair. This way one hell of a day and it wasn’t even half way through.

  I would’ve loved to have enjoyed the ride back to Mar’s place, but a million questions were running through my head. When we arrived the driver helped me out. Corryn was snatching open the door as soon as she saw me. We ran into each other and embraced each other like Celie and Nettie off The Color Purple when Albert was trying to separate them.

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked as we went inside the house.

  “First, are you ok?” she asked back and I moved my head up and down.

  “Yes. I didn’t get a chance to see you, but my ex walked up on me yesterday when I closed the shop. I had my gun on me and I pulled it out on him. He knows I went to jail so I’m guessing he told the cops on me.”

  “What kind of shit is that.”
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  “Some manipulative shit. That officer is working with him. I’m pretty sure of it.”

  “Did you get the officer's name?”

  Kenton’s deep baritone voice could be heard as he approached us.

  My face had to have shimmered with delight as I took him in. He took slow deliberate strides until he was in my space grasping me in his thick strong arms.

  “No, I didn’t,” I responded. “I don’t recall her having one on actually.”

  “That’s the least of our issues. You were aware of Amena and this new nigga she was dealing with?”

  I looked from him and then back at CoCo wondering if it was cool for me to admit that she moved on. The look on both of their faces led me to believe something wasn’t right.

  “Whoever the guy is, kidnapped Amena, and is now holding her for ransom. Amare and Wes are now preparing to get her back.”

  My mouth dropped along with my heart after receiving that information.

  “Oh my fucking God!” I exclaimed. “It’s one thing after the other.”

  “We’re going to get her back,” Kenton tried to assure me, but a nagging sensation had me believe otherwise.

  “I hope so…” I muttered wishing I could believe myself.

  Amena

  “What do you mean a goddamn lawyer came and got her? Did the lawyer say who retained him… you can’t do shit right! What the hell do I pay you for?!”

  As Trey yelled on the phone, I managed to slip my rose diamond ring off my finger and sawed it at the zip ties that were on my wrist. It was almost two thousand dollars down the drain, but no diamond ring was worth saving over my life. I had plenty more of them in my house that were worth double.

  “He should be here soon with the money. What the hell do you get? You couldn’t hold up to your end of the bargain and keep Rita for me. You’re not getting shit!”

  Rita?

  My eyebrows furrowed hearing Sharita’s name. I didn’t know any Sharita’s since I’ve met the one I knew. I was almost certain he was talking about the same girl.

  Snapping out of my thoughts I continued rub the petal part of my ring against the zip tie. My heart was banging against my chest feeling the tie was splitting, but I couldn't get free quick enough.

  “Where’s this brother of yours?” His shoes pounded against the rickety hardwood floors of the house we were in. It wasn’t a rundown house, but it was apparent no one lived in it for years. Ceasing my movements, I looked up at him trying my best not to look upset. I swear if I got out of this before Amare arrived he really was going to have to kill me because I wasn’t going out without a fight.

  “He’ll be here with your money.”

  “For your sake he better.” Trey moved to the window and pulled the blind down to peek out. “I’m sure the way they went hard for you they’ll be here soon.” He turned back to me with raised eyebrows as if I really was going to have a full blown conversation about my ransom.

  “I can’t believe you.”

  “Shit, I can’t believe myself. I asked for one million when I’m sure your brother is good for two. He should be good for it, right? He did take Pitt out of business.”

  My eyes narrowed. “You don’t feel bad? You literally played on my weakness and made me fall for you to only use me to get to my brother?”

  As I spoke guilt started to sink in thinking about all the times my brother went hard about me staying away random men. All this time I thought he was only trying to keep me away from falling in love when in reality he was protecting me from this scenario right here. I was already promising myself that once I was out of this situation I was staying to myself.

  “No because I was feeling you. Shit, I still am. Your pussy is so good, and I feel like you’re used to being a kept bitch, so after I get this mill we can skip town.”

  “I wouldn’t dare,” I snarled, and he shrugged.

  “Your loss. Guess I’ll settle for Sharita and Vett.”

  I bit my tongue wanting to mention something about Sharita, but I didn’t want him to know I was listening. He turned to look out the window. His phone ringing, had him move from the window.

  “What are we going to do Trevor…”

  My eyebrows snapped together when I heard the caller calling him Trevor. The house was so quiet, I heard the caller loud and clear.

  He swiftly moved out of the room and I continued to saw at the zip tie around my wrist. I don’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew I had to get out of this shit alive.

  Mar

  “Here,” Wes said tossing the black duffel bag on the scale. I eyed him before focusing on the weight. It was a little off, but I was sure it was only because of the bag it was in. Unzipping the bag, I picked up the stack of money and flipped through it making sure everything was legit… well as legit as fake money went.

  I wasn’t the one to do bad business, but the fake twenty dollar bills Wes obtained for me were worth it. I paid a pretty penny to receive some fake shit, but in the long run it was going to get the job done. No dollar amount was too much for my sister’s life.

  For a nigga like me that knew money I could not only glance at the bill, but also feel that it was fake. None of the bills weighed more than a gram, but a greedy person that never had real bread would have a field day with this shit.

  Slipping a bill out of the stack, I thumbed it and then placed it on a smaller scale. As expected it weighed less than a regular one. The shit looked legit as shit though.

  “Good looking.”

  “A’ight we out,” he said, and I looked at him like he was crazy.

  Carefully putting the bill back inside of the stack, I place the stack back in after and then zipped up the bag.

  “You can’t go.”

  “And why the fuck not!”

  “You a’ight?” I snapped. “You came here tight as shit for no reason. Take that shit out on Kesha. Not me.”

  “This shit don’t have nothing to do with Kesha. How you gonna tell me I can’t go get Amena when her life is in danger. I love that girl.”

  “We all do, but I’m not about to jeopardize her life because you want to ride shotgun. I’ma give the nigga this shit, get my sister and body him myself.”

  I went to go head to the door but stopped in my tracks when I heard his statement. “This shit ya fault. Had you not kept her so sheltered she could’ve been with me. All this shit could’ve been avoided.”

  The bag fell from my hand and I slowly turned my head over my shoulder.

  “What the fuck you say?” I said in a low menacing voice.

  When I was back facing Wes, he had his face contorted in an identical expression. I don’t know what it was with my fucking friends but they both were definitely tripping. Kenton I kinda understood, but was my right fucking hand trying to come at my neck over my muhfucking sister?

  “You trying to keep Amena from pursuing a relationship with anyone pushed her into the arms of an enemy.”

  I walked up closer to him rubbing my face. “So you’re saying had she been with you, none of this would’ve happened?”

  He went to open his mouth to say ‘yes’ or ‘maybe’... whatever he was about to say didn’t get a chance to escape his lips because I sent my fist flying to the side of his jaw.

  Wham!

  Wes ate that shit and looked at me before he sent a punch my way. He wasn’t a bitch, so we went at it for a few seconds throwing body and face shots until we both were holding each other by the neck.

  Remembering that I had to get my damn sister, I let him go and then he did as well. Licking the blood from my lip, I walked away, snatched up the bag of money and left out of the trap house to go get my sister.

  When I got to the small ass ‘95 Honda Civic, I pulled open the door, tossed the bag beside me and started the car pulling off quickly. My phone rung and I saw that I only had forty minutes to get where I needed to go, so I answered thinking it was that nigga, but it was actually Kenton.

  “You knew Wes was fuc
king my sister!” I snapped answering the phone.

  “Whoa! What the fuck! I know you worried about Meen, but where the fuck you get that from?!”

  The shock in his voice led me to believe he had no clue. Shit, I didn’t even know if they fucked or not but how he was talking and the look in his eyes said it all. I didn’t know if I was pissed that he was messing with my sister or he was able to keep that shit from me. I was good at finding out shit and reading people and they really had one up on me.

  “Nothing, man. What do you want?”

  Kenton paused before he answered. “I was giving you a heads up that Sharita was back. Turn ya location on just in case you need back up.”

  I simply hung up on him. I was tripping, but if I ain’t know better he probably had a thing for Amena as well.

  Amena

  My body flooded with delight feeling the zip tie break loose. I was thinking it was a lost cause but having my hands free came at an advantage. Trey left out of the house and was still arguing on the phone with whoever he was with.

  I hurriedly glanced around for something to use so I could escape. Standing up from the chair I tiptoed in all the rooms with my heart racing looking for anything. It wasn’t until I got to what looked like a den, where there was wood that must’ve been used for the fireplace. It looked old and crawling with bugs but at this rate it was life or death and I’d have to suck it up.

  Lifting one log of wood, I made my way back to the front of the house and blew out a deep breath. Trey’s back was facing me, so I pushed open the door hoping it didn’t squeak. He was too busy yelling that he barely noticed it. Once I got close enough, I pulled back the wood like a bat and swung with all my might clocking him upside his head. He hit the ground with a loud thud, phone flying in the air. He groaned, and I dug in his pocket and grabbed the keys to his car.

  I bolted to the car, got inside and drove like a bat out of hell. The road we drove to get to the house was nothing but dirt until I got to a main road which took about a good fifteen minutes. As soon as I turned on the road, I noticed this beat up Honda. Looking harder, I beeped my horn when I noticed it was Amare. He stopped when he realized it was me.