Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  “Okay. Just tell me how to get there. I’m on my way,” Kendra said excitedly.

  Wiz gave Kendra his address, and, as promised, Kendra was there in twenty minutes flat.

  Wiz met her at the door, holding a bottle of wine.

  “Welcome to my humble abode. I’ll be your server Mr. Belvedere,” Wiz joked.

  They shared a laugh. Wiz guided Kendra through his home. “I hope you’re hungry because I slaved over the phone and ordered a lot of food,” he said.

  “Mmm. It smells delicious. What are we having?” Kendra inquired, licking her lips.

  “Glad you asked. We’re having a feast, straight from Italy— spaghetti and chunky meat lasagna with all the right herbs, chicken Alfredo, salad, bruschetta and your choice of red or white wine,” Wiz said, looking at Kendra and smiling.

  “Oh, wow! I don’t think I’ll be able to eat that much. I’ll just have a sample of all you have.”

  Kendra was very modest because she most definitely didn’t want to pig out and scare the man.

  *****

  Trent drove around his neighborhood for more than a hour. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn that a souped up Monte Carlo was following him. Trent had it in his mind that he would play a game of cat and mouse, and he knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to be the mouse. Trent made a quick left turn on National and another left on Robertson. Every turn Trent made, the MC made as well. Trent was going over eighty miles an hour. Instead of turning on Cadillac, he smashed to Guthrie, making a right at Corning Street. Trent hit the lights, pulled behind an apartment building, and waited for the MC to pass. He, then, reached under his seat and grabbed his .357. He sat it on his lap with his finger on the trigger. As soon as the Monte Carlo drove past, Trent waited for a couple minutes. Then, he pulled out of the alley, making sure he kept a short distance. When he was sure that they knew he was following them, he took his gun, aimed, and started shooting. He blew the back tires out, and he shot again. This time, the bullet shattered the back window and grazed the driver’s head, causing the driver of the MC to crash. Trent drove past the car to see if he could recognize any of the assailants, but the only thing he could see was the color black. Trent knew it was just a matter of seconds before the ghetto bird came lurking, and he knew that whoever was chasing him wasn’t going to say anything. Since he knew everyone in the neighborhood, he didn’t have to worry. They damn well wasn’t going to talk. Trent wasn’t sure what the assailants wanted. He figured that they must’ve wanted money and knew where he lived, so, instead of going home or to his mom’s house, he drove to Nicole’s, thinking no one would think to find him there. Trent tried calling Kendra, but she wasn’t answering, so he sent her a text message, giving her instructions not to return home and saying that he would explain later.

  *****

  “Excuse me while I take this call,” Wiz said as he stepped away from Kendra and into the living room.

  As Wiz walked away, Kendra felt her phone vibrate. Because she didn’t want to be rude, she was just about to turn it off when she saw that it was a text from Trent. After reading the text from Trent, Kendra swallowed hard on air. She became flushed with fear, and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to regain her composure before Wiz returned to the room.

  In the next room Wiz was displeased with the conversation he was having with one of his boys because their plan to rob Trent hadn’t gone as planned. Wiz grew furious when he found out that Trent had put one of his henchmen in the hospital. He knew he was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

  “Is everything alright?” Wiz asked, stepping back into the dining room.

  Still stunned, Kendra wore a blank stare on her face. He could tell that something had happened while he was out of the room.

  “Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I...I have to go. Once again, you have managed to make my day brilliant. Thank you,” Kendra said, leaving out the door.

  *****

  Kendra called Trent once she was in her car. The second he answered, she asked, “Hey, baby. Are you okay?”

  “I see you read my message. Just do as I say. Please go back to your mom’s house until further notice. I’ll see you inna minute,” Trent told Kendra.

  Before she could get a word out, the phone went dead. Kendra didn’t understand what was going on, but she listened to her man and drove to her mother’s house where she patiently waited for Trent to come. Even though Kendra was worried, she couldn’t keep her mind off of Wiz. Everything seemed so right about him. He was so pleasant, and that was what she liked. Kendra couldn’t wait to see him again. While she was deep in thought, Trent walked in.

  “Hey, Ken. We need to talk. This is some serious business,” Trent told Kendra as she followed him to the den.

  “What’s going on, baby?” Kendra asked, taking a seat on the floor next to the couch.

  “Look, ma, I have to be honest about some shit that has been going on,” Trent said as he shifted his position on the couch. “I was followed home today, but I’m not sure who was following me.”

  Trent’s mind went back as far as he could remember. It just didn’t make sense that someone would follow him. He knew JD’s people weren’t really concerned about him. Out of the blue, he yelled out, “Marquise! I’ll kill that nigga!”

  Kendra looked at him as if he had lost his mind. Soon as the words left his mouth, Trent shook his head and said, “Nah, can’t be. That nigga knows where I keep my stash.”

  Kendra looked at Trent for some type of answers. She wanted to know why her life and home were in danger.

  “Ken, look. Before you came back home, I had a money dispute with a nigga downtown. He didn’t wanna pay, so I had to body his ass. Come to find out, he had my money plus my dope,” Trent explained.

  “I can’t believe you, Trent. I can’t believe you would put your family in harm’s way. What were you thinking?” Kendra said angrily, shaking her head. “Trent, you do stuff without even thinking. You got niggas chasing you ‘cause you decided to play God and end someone’s life?” Kendra was pissed. She really hoped to start an argument, so she could have an excuse to leave. She had unfinished business to attend to, and Wiz was the name.

  “What about my clothes, Trent? You don’t expect me to go to work wearing the same thing I wore yesterday, do you?” Kendra asked.

  Trent sighed and took a deep breath. Then, he answered, “Alright, lil mama. I’ll take you shopping when you get off work.” Trent was getting worked up.

  “No, Trent! I don’t want to shop. I just want my things. Why can’t we just get my things?” Kendra whined just like she did when she wanted to get her way.

  “Damn, Ken! Stop it with the bullshit! You’re fucking acting like a dumb bitch, like you don’t know the game.”

  Trent was enraged. He was five minutes from going off on her, but he knew it would have caused a big ass argument, and he wasn’t going to allow her to take him there. He knew he had brought this on them, but he really didn’t want to hear “I told you so,” especially not from his girl. Trent humbled himself before he spoke out.

  “Baby, try to understand that this is a very crucial time. We can go back home in due time. I just wanna make sure things die down before we go back,” Trent explained.

  Kendra nodded her head in agreement. Then, she said, “Well, I’m tired. I’m about to take a bath then, I’m going to lay it down.”

  She gave him a peck on the lips and headed to the bathroom. Kendra ran water in the tub and added bubbles. After filling the tub, Kendra slipped and let the warm water envelope her body. She replayed her life and thought of how she had let herself get back into the same situation. She grabbed a pen and a notebook from the side of the tub and wrote to her dad. It had been a long time since she’d had any communication with her father. Nia went twice a month to visit him, but Kendra hadn’t built up enough courage to go since she’d gotten older. Kendra really blamed her father for being incarcerated. Even though it wasn’t his fault, she still blamed him for
not being able to be in her life every day. She needed him right at that very moment in her life. Kendra needed guidance. She thought a letter would be a perfect way to reconnect with him.

  *****

  After Kendra had poured her heart out in the letter, she sat the pen and paper down and decided to relax and let her mind captivate her thoughts. Kendra washed her body. Imagining her hands were Wiz’s hands, she caressed her nipples. While biting on her bottom lip, she guided her hands down in between her thighs. Kendra massaged her clitoris, letting the heat rise in her body. She started with a slow, circular motion, causing friction between her legs. She inserted one finger into her canal, using her other hand to massage her breasts. She was just about to erupt when Trent interrupted her flow. He undressed and joined Kendra in the whirlpool tub. He took her finger and put it in his mouth, savoring her treasure.

  Trent raised Kendra slightly out the water and dove head first in between her legs, sucking and licking on her pearl. Trent begged for forgiveness while lapping up all her juices. Kendra began to moan while holding on to the edge of the tub. Trent eased himself inside of her ever so gently, taking his time, pumping in and out, going as far as she would let him. Kendra was enjoying the moment. She was on a high. All of her pain had escaped her mind momentarily. Trent wrapped Kendra around his waist while still inside of her. He carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on top of the bed, keeping his stroke. Kendra laid back and let Trent take total control, but she made sure she threw that pussy back at him, contracting her pussy muscles and releasing Trent’s dick at the same time, putting Trent in a frenzy.

  “Work that shit, ma. Make that pussy talk to me,” Trent whispered in Kendra’s ear.

  Then, he started speaking in his native tongue. That always sent Kendra over the edge. She loved the way he spoke Spanish. It made her melt, and, like clockwork, Kendra squirted all over the place. Kendra rolled over onto her side. She couldn’t help but think about Wiz. She felt a little guilty because, in her mind, she was sexing Wiz not Trent. Kendra giggled to herself and closed her eyes.

  Once Kendra was fast asleep, Trent eased himself out the bed. He walked into the den, turned on the TV, and rolled a blunt. Trent stopped just before he lit his blunt and thought about the time Mrs. LaSalle had caught him smoking in the house.

  *****

  Kendra and Trent were visiting one Sunday evening. After dinner, Kendra escorted Trent to the den, so he could catch the game. He, then, took his blunt from Kendra’s purse. He laid his head back, smoking and enjoying the game. Out of nowhere, Kendra’s mom walked in and yelled, “Boy, I know damn well you’re not smoking that shit in my house.”

  Trent didn’t know what to do or say. He just sat there with his mouth wide open. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. LaSalle. I didn’t know.”

  “Just make sure you save me the other half of that blunt,” Mrs. LaSalle said with a wink.

  Then, she returned to clear the dishes off the table, leaving Trent astonished.

  Trent laughed at the thought while he blazed his blunt. Thinking of Mrs. LaSalle brought tears to his eyes. He had loved her like his own. Trent sat back, contemplating his next move. He needed to make a few calls to his boys to make sure everything was kosher.

  First, Trent called Marquise just to see if he had heard anything, and, if he was too quick to give up any info, then he would be dealt with. The phone rang five times before Marquise picked up.

  When he answered, Trent could hear the slurps and moans of a woman.

  “Who dis?” Marquise asked, moaning into the receiver.

  “Nigga, who the fuck you think this is?” Trent said heatedly.

  “My bad, dog! I just got another phone and didn’t have time to store numbers yet,” Marquise said, pushing the young girl’s head away. “What’s going on, my nigga?”

  Trent sighed, “Somebody followed me home today, but I took them on a chase through the neighborhood.”

  “Damn, my nigga! You alright? Shit! If you know who it is, we can always go to war,” Marquise stated, down for the cause.

  “Yeah, I’m a’ight, but check it. I need you to do me a favor. Slide through my crib. Make sure everything is cool. Once it looks like it’s okay, enter the house from the garage. Call me once you’re there, so I can tell you what do from there,” Trent replied, and Marquise agreed.

  After talking to Marquise and confirming he wasn’t the culprit, Trent called the next soldier in line. Trent didn’t roll with many niggas, and it was hard to be in his circle. After talking to the soldier, Trent called Marcos, but his line went to voicemail.

  Marquise called right back and said “Aye, my nig. Seems like your house has been broken into,” Marquise said as he stepped inside. “Damn, dog! They fucked the place up real bad, too.”

  Trent advised his protégé that he would be there shortly.

  Chapter 7

  Trent drove back to his house, where he met Marquise outside. They gave each other a dap. Then, Trent took a brief look around.

  “Do you think this has anything to do with JD?” Marquise asked.

  Trent shrugged his shoulders. “I doubt it very seriously,” Trent answered. “It had to be those same niggas that was following me earlier. I think one of ‘em caught a bullet, not sure though.” He proceeded to walk around the house, looking for things that were missing. Upon entering his room, he found it to be quite strange that everything he owned was out of place and damaged. He found it to be even stranger when he discovered that Kendra’s things hadn’t been touched. That’s odd, Trent thought. Whoever broke in had to be some crazed lunatic.

  Marquise ascended the steps two at a time. He looked around and said, “Damn, kid! Someone don’t like you very much. I just got a text from Marcos. He said he’s on the way, so, my nigga, what they want?”

  “Shit, my nigga! You got me. I’m still tryna figure it out myself,” Trent said, taking a seat on the dresser. He sat there with a perplexed look, deep in thought. He didn’t know where to look. He just knew he was in a fucked up situation, and, from that point, it was on. Everyone was getting the green light. Trent saw the lights of Marcos’s Camaro, so he headed down the stairs. Trent met Marcos at the door.

  “Sup, my nigga?” Trent asked.

  Marcos shook his head as he gave Trent dap and a brotherly hug.

  “What the fuck is going on ‘round here? Shit! Ken must really be tired of your trifling ass!” Marcos observed. “My nigga, this is bad. You have spray paint on the walls. Looks like either a bitch did this or a little nigga that’s tryna be down with some crew.”

  “Funny thing is they fucked up my shit, but they left Ken’s stuff untouched,” Trent answered. “And I didn’t even get to tell you that I was followed earlier, but I eluded they ass. Then, I shot one of ‘em,” he stated.

  Marcos raised an eyebrow. “You said this happened when?” Marcos asked.

  “’Round six. Why? What’s up?” Trent asked.

  Now, he was staring at Marcos, ready to give him the business. Trent stayed ready. His motto was “If you stay ready, you ain’t got to get ready”. Marcos knew that look all too well to know when Trent was upset. Marcos respected Trent and cared for him like he was a brother. The only time they ever got into it was over a football bet. It was so petty, but they didn’t talk for weeks. Finally, their girlfriends made them make up.

  “My nigga, why you looking at me sideways?” Marcos asked.

  “Nigga, you know something I don’t? Speak up,” Trent demanded.

  Marcos leaned in the doorway as he sipped on his cranberry juice.

  “Nigga, that’s what the fuck I came to see you ‘bout! I just got word from one of my customers that they seen that nigga Wiz earlier, but I seriously doubt it’s him because he’s on the run from the feds,” Marcos answered.

  Trent and Marcos were well aware of what this meant. There was an ongoing war between the two groups that had caused mayhem and bloodshed in the streets of Los Angeles. Word on the street was that W
iz and his family had fled the country because the feds were after them. Now, they were back to handle an uneven score.

  *****

  Trent was a thug in his own right. The streets knew not to fuck with him, but Wiz was feared. It was like he was Lucifer himself. He had the whole city on lock. Wiz came from a family that owned everything from apartment buildings to restaurants and grocery stores to clothing stores. Wiz even had the blocks answering to them. His family was notorious in Los Angeles. His parents had created an empire that was passed on to him. He had never had to work a day in his life. Wiz was the only kid, but he had several aunts, uncles, and cousins. There was one cousin that he treated as the brother he never had. They had done everything together. If you saw one, you saw the other. Wiz brought his younger cousin Alonzo into the dope game. He taught him everything, from weighing the dope to cooking it to cutting it down. He also explained to him street value and the amount of money he could make. Wiz also explained the importance of being good to their customers.

  “If you are good to them, they will show you some love in return, and, before you know it, you will have a bunch of loyal fiends.” He also taught him to make sure he never got high off his own supply. He asked Alonzo, “How can you make millions when you’re smoking up your product? Don’t do shit asshole backwards. If you do, you will make a mockery out this family, ya heard?”

  Alonzo agreed. Shortly after that, they were making money non-stop, building to their family’s empire. Money was coming from all angles. Trent was once one of Wiz’s heaviest buyers, but, one day things went totally wrong. To this day, Wiz wished he could have traded places with his cousin. The day of Alonzo’s death was a day he would always regret, and he had never forgiven himself for it either.