Wiz rose from his seat and said, “That pussy-ass nigga talking shit. They’re bluffing. They just wanna see us fall.”
He looked up at his father for some kind of reassurance, but his father turned his head. “I hate to admit it, but Reinger is right. They’ve had this sting operation on me for years, but I’ve managed to stay out of trouble. They say they have witnesses, informants, undercover police, and special agents that are willing to testify against me,” Wiz’s father said.
Wiz looked to his mother, then to his father. Then, he asked, “What’s this all supposed to mean?”
To Wiz, it seemed like his father was giving up. He had never showed signs of weakness before. He had always remained strong and in control of everything, especially when Wiz was younger. He’d always admired everything about his father, the way he moved, the way he talked, and how he handled people in the streets. He loved how the streets feared him and how the fiends loved him. He had watched his father make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Thanks to his father’s hard work, they had gone from rag to riches, so Wiz couldn’t understand where his father was coming from. All Wiz knew how to do was ride or die. “Get down or lay down” was the code they lived by.
“Look. We’re leaving tonight. I’ve transferred all monies to an offshore account, so I’m temporarily signing over all the businesses,” his father stated. “I changed everything a week ago. I knew that it was just a matter of time before they came with the indictments, so I got everything in order.”
Gabe looked at his son. He could tell his son was perplexed.
“We will be long gone before they come back in seventy-two hours. Tomorrow, they will try to freeze my accounts, put a hold on our passports, but not to worry. We’re flying in my private jet to France,” his father said.
Afterwards, Wiz’s mother chimed in and said, “Everything will stay here like we’re still living here— ID’s, social security cards, birth certificates, the whole nine. Your father has a business partner in France who will be making us new identities.”
*****
Later that evening, Wiz’s father had his chauffer drive them to their private jet. Everyone exited the vehicle. Wiz didn’t like the idea of fleeing. He was a real thoroughbred dude, and he wanted to stay, but he knew it wasn’t the safest thing for him to do, but he had made a promise to his cousin and father that he would body Trent as soon as he returned. It was a must.
Chapter 8
The next day, Kendra called in to work. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the same clothes. It just wasn’t in her nature to do such a thing. When she woke up, she noticed that Trent was gone.
“Hmm… he probably left a little while ago,” Kendra said. She called him on his cell and asked,
“Baby, where are you?”
“Shit, ma. Our house was broken into,” Trent answered.
Kendra panicked and said, “Oh, my gosh, baby! What did they take? Is everything okay?”
Trent smirked. Then, he said, “Nah, baby. They fucked up everything, but funny thing is none of your shit was touched.”
“Nigga, I don’t know why you directed that statement towards me. Asshole, why would I have someone break into our home when I live there, too?”
Kendra couldn’t believe she had just heard Trent say the words that had come out of his mouth. Was he really accusing her of stealing? She knew it was going to be a long day. She had to get out of the house as soon as possible. She wasn’t in the mood for Trent’s accusations or his attitude. Kendra spoke into the receiver and asked, “Are you going to bring my stuff here?”
“Yeah, I’ll bring what’s left in an hour or so. Look, we may have to be at your mom’s house until I buy another house,” he said dryly.
Trent was already agitated and speaking to Kendra added a little more fuel to an already burning flame.
After hanging up with Trent, Kendra cooked up a nice, big breakfast— buttermilk pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon. She placed a big pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice on the table. Almost every morning, Nia and Marcos joined them. After she cooked, she sat the food out on the table, buffet style. She tidied up the kitchen. Then, she straightened up the living room and dining room. After, Kendra made up her bed, she moved on to the bathroom. She stopped short and broke down and cried. It was a hard task for her to move forward, but she was striving to put her life back together.
After cleaning everything, Kendra was exhausted. She laid across her bed and closed her eyes. Her phone went off, indicating she had a text message. She ignored it, but the buzzing continued. She reached for her phone and smiled when she read the words on her phone. It was a text from Wiz, telling her to have a beautiful day and letting her know that he was looking forward to seeing her soon. Kendra pressed the talk button, which dialed Wiz.
“Hey, beautiful. How’s work today?” Wiz asked.
“No, sweetie, I didn’t make it into work. I had a few setbacks, but I'm good. How is your morning going?” Kendra asked.
“Everythang is on the up and up with me. Look, lovely. I wanna see you today. Is that a possibility for you?” Wiz asked in a smooth, sexy tone.
“I think we can make that happen. Let’s say somewhere around six,” Kendra said.
“That’s perfect timing. Let’s make this a date. I’ll call you around five thirty,” Wiz said before hanging up.
Kendra jumped up and down like a little girl about to go on her first date. She was very anxious. She glanced at the clock and laughed, “I must be bugged out over him.”
It was barely ten A.M. She had eight hours before she would be in the presence of this Adonis, so she decided to take a shower. While she was showering, she wondered what was taking Trent so long. She dismissed the thought as she washed her hair and opted for a wet set look. She pinned her wet hair up. Then, she used the blow dryer to dry the curls in place. Once her hair was taken care of, she applied a little makeup. That was when Trent walked in the bathroom.
“I brought everything that I could. Your clothes and your sister are here. I’m out,” Trent said, turning his back and heading for the door.
“Damn. Bye. Shit,” Kendra said with an attitude as she applied lotion to her body.
Fuck this nigga and his funky-ass attitude, she thought. Kendra put on her robe and stormed out the bathroom. She charged at Trent and exclaimed, “Nigga, you got me fucked up, coming up in here with your funky-ass attitude like I did something to your trifling ass! You need to separate that bullshit! Mad at me cuz they fucked up your shit and not mines! You’re acting like a real bitch right now!”
She was heated, and she was tired of Trent’s bullshit. On that day, she showed Trent and everyone else in that house that she wasn’t taking no mess. Everyone was stunned.
Trent simply answered, “Yeah. Okay. I’m gone.”
Trent was holding back on what he wanted to say because he knew Kendra didn’t set him up, but his ego was fucking him up. He deserved everything Kendra said to him, and he didn’t want to argue, so he just exited stage left.
“Wow, Ken. Calm down and go put on some clothes. Nobody wanna see your nipples,” Nia said.
Kendra rolled her eyes, slammed her room door, and searched through her things. She chose to lounge around in her Old Navy sweat pants and a matching shirt. She threw on her white Nike Air Max shoes. Then, Kendra went back into the living room.
“Sis, I need to get up out this house before I lose my damn mind,” Kendra said to her sister.
“I’m down to roll,” Nia replied as she grabbed another slice of bacon.
*****
As Kendra walked to her Nissan, she threw Nia the keys so that she could drive.
“Where we headed to, boo?” Nia asked, already knowing the answer to her own question. Every time her sister was pissed or stressed about something, she let her frustration out by shopping, eating, or running.
I know like hell I’m not running, so I guess we’re going shopping, Nia thought as they drove into the Beverly Center. Nia
tried to make the situation better by cracking jokes about people as they walked by.
At the Beverly Center, Kendra and Nia went to their favorite store— Bloomingdale’s. The duo bought almost everything they tried on, which totaled a little over five g’s. The salesman was so happy to get a nice, hefty commission off his favorite divas.
“There is a Burberry perfume set that is screaming your name, gurrrll” the salesman said, emphasizing the word “girl”.
They both laughed at him and said no thanks. Then, they grabbed their bags and headed out the door. Kendra noticed a group of girls heading their way and talking loud. One of them bumped Kendra.
Already heated and ready to whoop ass, the loudest girl said, “You excused!”
That made Kendra stop in her tracks. She spun around quickly and asked, “Come again?”
“You heard what the fuck I said,” the girl answered, walking up on Kendra.
Kendra was never intimidated and wouldn’t back down for nothing, so, when the loud girl came into view and she saw that it was Candy from Starlite, Kendra knew it was gonna be on.
“I see you wanna get your ass whooped again,” Kendra said.
She still vividly remembered their fight from six years ago.
“Bitch, I dogged your ass then, and I’ll dog your ass now,” Candy proclaimed.
Kendra laughed so hard that everyone around them looked at her like she was crazy. Kendra knew Candy was putting on a front for the dusty looking girls in her entourage, so Kendra challenged her.
“It ain’t nothing but space and opportunity, so let’s make it do what it do,” Kendra said.
Nia looked at her sister and said, “I hope you know we’re in a mall surrounded by a bunch of white people. I look too good to be sitting in someone’s jail cell.”
Kendra was furious. She said, “Fuck that. This bitch keeps yapping at the mouth, so I’mma show her how I get down for real.”
Candy started to walk away until she saw mall security. That was when she really started to get buck and make a scene.
“I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to ask you all to leave. You guys are causing a disturbance. If you don’t leave, then LAPD will escort you out,’’ the mall security guard said.
That was all Nia needed to hear. She grabbed her sister’s hand and headed for the escalators.
“I swear, Nia. You act so damn scary sometimes,” Kendra said, rolling her eyes at her sister. Nia didn’t respond right away because she was already embarrassed enough. She waited until they got in the car before she chewed her sister out.
“I think you have me fucked up with one of your home girls. This is really not the place to be getting all rowdy. You of all people should know that I will beat a bitch or nigga down then ask questions later, so don’t even try and play me like that! Now, I don’t know what you got going on with your man, but I’m not the one, so don’t write a check your ass can’t cash!” Nia said as they drove off. Kendra didn’t even try to argue back.
Kendra glanced at the clock. It read two thirty. She still had time to get a spa treatment. She told her sister to turn on Third. Kendra had the car parked by a valet. After what seemed like an eternity, Kendra felt like a brand new woman. She realized she had been real tense, but the deep tissue massage had relaxed her. She checked her phone for the time and saw that she had less than an hour to get ready. Kendra panicked and said, “Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now? I can’t drive all the way back home and get dressed in time.” As soon as she spoke those words, her phone rang.
“Hey, pretty woman. How are you?” Wiz asked.
Kendra smiled when she heard Wiz’s voice.
“I’m not doing too fine, but I’ll be better once I see you,” she giggled.
Wiz liked that he brought the little girl out in her. Something about her drew him in, and he was willing to make her his if she’d let him.
“Say, baby girl, can you meet me at the Blue Velvet around eight? I’m still out shopping, and I still need to get a haircut and my beard trimmed,” Wiz said.
Kendra breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t have to rush. She could take her time and do it right. Kendra agreed and said, “Just one thing. Do you mind if I bring my sister along?”
“Anything my baby wants. It’s your world, boo. Just don’t stand me up,” Wiz said.
Kendra smiled and thanked Wiz.
After they disconnected the call, Kendra and Nia checked into their suite at Hotel Sofitel. Kendra had reserved the room for two nights. The bell hop asked if they needed any assistance, and they happily accepted. The bell hop rode with them to the fourteenth floor, showed them to their room, and helped with their bags. The suite had two full bathrooms, so neither lady had to wait on the other. Kendra advised Nia of the time and said, “Let’s give ourselves forty-five minutes to an hour to take a bath and get dressed. Right now, it’s a quarter past six, so, at seven, we need to be ready to go.”
Nia nodded her head in agreement. The sisters went their separate ways and prepared for a night of fun. Kendra emptied all her bags on the king sized bed. She carefully laid her Herve Leger signature halter black dress on the bed and placed her black Christian Dior heels on the floor.
In under an hour, Kendra stepped out the room, looking good from head to toe. The dress complimented her curves. She spun around in the mirror seductively. She bent down, touched her toes, and made her ass clap.
“I see someone misses the stage?” Nia laughed. Kendra joined her sister in laughter.
“I kinda do miss the stage. Seeing Candy today brought back some memories, but, instead of the stage, I’ll be working that bed tonight,” Kendra said, feeling sure of herself.
She high fived her sister. Kendra grabbed the diamond studded earrings that Wiz had given her from Tiffany’s the other day and placed them in her ears.
Nia wore her Dolce & Gabbana catsuit, red pumps, and a red clutch with a matching belt. Her hair was wrapped in a bun with Chinese bangs.
*****
It was five minutes to eight when they stepped into the Blue Velvet. The place was jammed packed. Every seat in the house was taken, and there was barely any standing room on the dance floor. Nia sucked the air and exclaimed, “I know like hell we’re not staying here. This shit is crazy!”
“Hold on. I want to see if he’s here. I’mma give him ten minutes. If I don’t see him, then we out,” Kendra replied. Kendra and Nia found a standing spot next to the bar.
“It’s so fucking hot!” Kendra yelled over the music, fanning herself with her hand like that would do the job.
Just then the music stopped and the DJ announced, “Can I have your attention please. There is a very special woman in the room tonight, and I need for her to join me on the dance floor.”
All the women hoped that it was their man who was calling them out. Even the men were looking around to see who this lucky girl was.
“Let’s be out,” Nia said.
They were making their way through the crowded room when Kendra heard her name come out of the speaker.
“This woman gives me the chills. I can’t seem to get her off my mind. She’s so sensual and sweet that she brings a playa to his knees. If you’re in the place tonight, Kendra, can you please join yo boy Wiz on the floor?” Wiz asked.
A smile was plastered on Kendra’s face as she turned around and headed back to the DJ booth with Nia right on her heels. Nia had to hold onto her shoulders just to keep up.
One very drunk woman approached the DJ booth like her name was Kendra, but she was quickly carried away. Wiz stepped from behind the equipment and said, “I’m so glad you came, sexy.”
He flashed his perfect smile. He put his arms around Kendra’s waist and embraced her. He, then, led Kendra and Nia to a private table.
“Wiz, you remember my sister Nia, right?” Kendra asked.
“Where are my manners?” Wiz exclaimed as he politely hugged Nia. “Please, y’all, have a seat.” Wiz sat down beside Kendra. Then, he wrap
ped his arm around her shoulder. He asked, “How was your day, baby girl?”
“It was long, so much going on. Don’t know where to start,” Kendra began.
Nia bumped her sister on the knee. This was code for “you’re talking too much,” but Kendra paid Nia no attention as Wiz ordered them drinks, and they talked more. By Kendra’s fifth drink, she was feeling herself, and she wanted Wiz more than ever. He had mad sex appeal. Kendra felt the friction between her thighs. There was a fire brewing and only one person could put the flames out.
Kendra whispered to Wiz, letting him know that she wanted him in the worst way. Wiz looked deep into her eyes and said, “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to do this. We can take our time.”
Kendra grabbed Wiz by the hand and said, “I’m sure of this.”
Those were all the words Wiz needed to hear. Wiz smiled to himself and thought, Bingo! The icing on the cake to bring Trent to his knees.
Kendra informed her sister of her plans. They covered all the basis. If Trent got suspicious about Kendra’s whereabouts, Nia would cover for her. They all made their exits out the club. Kendra hugged Nia and said, “Drive safely, mama, and call me if anything changes.”
They hugged once more. Then, Kendra and Wiz watched as Nia hopped into Kendra’s ride and sped off through the night. Wiz grabbed Kendra by the hand and led her to his Bentley.
Wiz began, “So, are we going back to my place or…”
Kendra shook her head slowly. Then, she answered, “No, sir. I got a suite at Hotel Sofitel.”
She smiled as Wiz hit the alarm on his 1999 Bentley Coupe. The doors automatically opened. Once Kendra was seated, Wiz closed the door for her. Then, they drove the short distant to the hotel. Once they arrived, Wiz valet parked his car. Kendra seductively hummed Don’t Disturb This Groove by The System.
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