Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  *****

  Kendra had nasty thoughts going on in her mind. She just hoped like hell those thoughts wouldn’t run Wiz away. They walked to the elevator, hand in hand. Wiz was elated that Kendra had made the first move. He, too, had his mind on all the things that he would do to her. They reached the fourteenth floor. By then, Kendra had already come up out her shoes. With her key card in his hand, Wiz picked her up and asked, “Which way?”

  Kendra pointed the direction. Once inside the room, Kendra wasted no time. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Whiz’s eyes focused on her perky breasts. She grabbed Wiz’s face and kissed him hungrily. Her mouth watered as she tugged on his jeans, anxious to get a hold of Wiz’s manhood. When she felt the bulge in his pants, she undressed him in one swift motion. Wiz lifted Kendra up by her arms and said, “Baby, slow down. I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have to do this like this. I want you to be my wife, not just a fling. We have plenty of time to have sex.”

  “No. You’re not rushing me. I want this. I need this,” Kendra explained.

  Wiz kissed Kendra softly on the lips as he guided her to the bed. Once there, he laid Kendra on her back. He kissed her body ferociously and caressed her breasts, palming each breast and sucking and licking on the areolas. A small moan escaped Kendra’s mouth. Wiz eased a finger inside her warm middle, working on her pearl. He, then, inserted another finger in, Kendra started to buck against Wiz’s hand. Seeing how wet she was, Wiz licked his fingers. Then, he smiled and said, “Mmm… delicious.”

  His joint was rock hard. It had Kendra’s full attention. She tried to get up, but Wiz pinned her to the bed and said, “Nah, baby girl I’m ‘bout to give it all to you straight up with no chaser.”

  Wiz dove his head between Kendra’s thighs, planting soft kisses around her buried treasure. Parting her lips open with his fingers, Wiz let his tongue play a rhythm on Kendra’s pearl while making a humming noise. Wiz sucked and slurped for about fifteen minutes. He made Kendra cum four times in a row. Kendra had never experienced such a feeling before. She was on cloud nine, and she didn’t want to come down. Afterwards, Kendra tried to return the favor, but Wiz, once again, declined her offer.

  “I’m gonna give you what your heart, soul, and body desire,” Wiz said. He, then, flipped Kendra onto her stomach. He admired her from the back. Wiz gently sighed, “Damn, baby girl! God sure has blessed you in the right places.”

  Kendra rose onto her knees, giving Wiz a good view of her apple ass. She made it clap, which drove him crazy.

  “Yeah! Do that shit, mama!”

  Wiz spread Kendra’s ass cheeks apart. First, he blew, then he licked between her cheeks. Kendra was elated and on the verge of having her fifth orgasm. Her breathing became sporadic as she screamed, “Oh, my! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Ahhh! Oooh, baby!”

  Her body went limp.

  “I see you can’t handle me,” Wiz laughed.

  Kendra huffed. “Wanna see what I’m made of?”

  Wiz nodded his head. A smile spread across her face as Kendra kneeled between Wiz’s legs and stroked his manhood to a nice size. She licked around his mushroom head. Then, she licked up and down his shaft while cuffing his balls with her hands. Kendra put him in her mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow. She took him in inch by inch until she gagged.

  “Put that shit on this dick,” Wiz mumbled. Kendra kept right on sucking and slurping. Wiz’s body went into convulsions as he filled her mouth up with his warm, creamy substance. Kendra swallowed every bit, not wasting one drop.

  “I think you got me beat,” Wiz smiled, caressing Kendra’s hair as he thought to himself, I didn’t know it was going to be like this.

  Kendra opened the drawer of the night stand and grabbed a condom.

  “I don’t think he’s ready,” Wiz said.

  Kendra giggled, “You must not know ‘bout me! Just watch me go to work.”

  Kendra straddled him, moving up and down on his shaft. Like clockwork, Wiz was hard again. Kendra ripped opened the condom with her teeth and put it on him using her mouth. She, then, eased back on him and went to work. She rode him like a stallion. They stayed locked in their suite all night, fucking and sucking, never coming up for air.

  Chapter 9

  Trent was still overwhelmed by Wiz’s return to town and his beef with Kendra. He swore to himself that she just liked bitching for the hell of it. Trent just gave her some space because he really didn’t want to go down that road again. They had just gotten back together, so he did what he had to in order to appease her. Since he and Kendra had had an argument, he chose to stay out of her way. Trent had been so busy that he hadn’t noticed that Kendra had stayed out. He was in and out himself. The majority of the time he was over at Nicole’s or in his trap house, contemplating his next move.

  It was a little past two o’clock when Kendra strolled through the door. Trent was in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Kendra rolled her eyes as she walked to her room.

  “Are you just going to ignore me? Do you not see me standing here?” Trent managed to say.

  Kendra stopped in her tracks and said, “Hello, Trent. How are you?”

  After saying that, she continued to her room. She hung her things up, glanced in the mirror, and thought, Damn! I need to make a hair appointment! Trent stood in the doorway and just watched her. Finally, he said, “Where did we go wrong? We used to be so much in love. Now, we barely speak.”

  Kendra sat on the bed. As she kicked off her shoes, she answered, “Trent, I really don’t want to hear this right now. We talked about this the other day, so I thought we had resolved it.”

  “Fuck it! I see I can’t have a decent conversation with yo ass. A nigga tryna show some remorse about things that’s going on, but you wanna have a funky-ass attitude.” Trent was frustrated with the whole situation. It had become very old to him.

  “Are you done?” Kendra asked. She wasn’t in the mood and didn’t feel like talking.

  “You know, Kendra. I’m tired of kissing your ass. In a minute, you’re going to find yourself by yourself, and that’s a fucking promise,” Trent said with bloodshot eyes. “Aight. I’m out.”

  When everything failed and no matter how many times he dissed her, Nicole seemed to embrace him with open arms. Trent went back to his trap house to make sure his money was intact. Since he was not sure who was after him, Trent decided to take the money and drugs and relocate them. At that moment, he didn’t have the slightest idea where he would hide everything. He just knew he had to keep his guard up. Trent knew he couldn’t put nothing past anyone.

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  After he had packed his truck up, he decided it was time to visit his granny in Rialto, which was located in the Inland Empire about forty-five miles east of Los Angeles. When Trent made it to his parent’s home, he used his key to let himself in. He walked in and was greeted by his sister and her friends. Nicole was among them as well.

  “Treniyah, where’s Mommy?” Trent asked.

  “Last time I saw her, she was in the backyard watering the grass,” Treniyah answered.

  Nicole chimed in, “Yeah, I seen her go towards the back of the house.”

  “Thanks, ladies,” Trent said.

  He walked to his parents’ room and found his mom, sitting on her bed and watching a Lifetime movie. “Hey, sweetie. You didn’t call me today. Is everything good?” she asked.

  “Yes, ma’am. I wanna go visit G’Mama today,” Trent said in an almost boyish tone. G’Mama was what they called his grandmom.

  “Why don’t you give her a call?” his mom asked.

  Trent laid across his mother’s bed. “C’mon, Mom. I haven’t talked to G’Mama in a few months. She’s gonna think something is wrong. Could you just call her for me please?” Trent pleaded. He just hoped she would give in.

  “See there. If y’all kids spent more time with your G’Mama, you wouldn’t have to go through this. You should never distance yourself from her. She’s getting
old, and she is not able to move around like she used to. Go and offer to take her shopping or bring her flowers. Just don’t show up when you’re needing something!” Mrs. Moore said, breaking it down.

  Trent kissed his mom on the check and laughed out loud. This was the second time that she had read him, and it was becoming scary. He didn’t want to waste anymore of her time. He grabbed the cordless phone and called his granny. His cousin Brandy answered on the first ring.

  “Hello,” she answered, sounding real snotty.

  “Get off the phone, gurl, and give G’Mama the phone,” Trent demanded.

  “Who dis?” Brandy asked in her broken English.

  “Don’t worry who I am. Just put G’Mama on the phone.” Trent was becoming irritated.

  “She ‘sleep right now. Who is dis?” she continued to ask.

  “Damn, girl. Your ass is nosey. Just tell G’Mama, when she wakes up, that I’m coming to see her in a few.”

  “That’s all fine and dandy, but who am I gonna say is comin’ to see her?” Brandy asked with an attitude.

  “Damn. If you must know, it’s Trent,’’ he responded as sweat formed above his eyebrows.

  “I knew that,” Brandy said, clicking back to the other line.

  Trent envisioned choking his little cousin when he saw her.

  “Why didn’t she say anything?” Trent wondered aloud.

  Trent put the phone back on its base. He, then, grabbed his cell phone and texted Nicole: AYE! MEET ME AROUND THE CORNER IN TEN MINUTES. LEAVE AFTER I LEAVE. I NEED YOU TO ROLL WITH ME.

  After Trent pressed the SEND button, he kissed his mom once more.

  “Tell Pops that I said he owes me money from that bet we made,” he laughed.

  “You be careful, you hear? By the way, how’s Kendra doing? Tell her I’m here for her if she needs anything. Poor baby, losing her mom at such an early age,” Mrs. Moore said, showing sympathy and concern.

  “She’s coping, and I’ll make sure to tell her to give you a call,” Trent answered.

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  Thirty minutes later, Trent and Nicole were headed up the highway to Rialto. It had been awhile since Trent had visited his grandmother. If it wasn’t for the position he was in, Trent probably would have let another month or two pass before he made his visit. When they arrived, Trent rang the door-bell and waited patiently for someone to come to the door. After a couple minutes had past, there was still no answer. Trent became worried. He knocked again and shook the handle. Trent found that the door was unlocked. He entered with Nicole behind him. He walked through the foyer and found Brandy chatting away on the phone.

  “Did you hear the fucking door?” Trent spat.

  Brandy rolled her eyes and kept on chatting away. Trent snatched the phone from Brandy’s ear and hung up on whoever she was talking to.

  “Trent, have you lost your damn mind?” Brandy exclaimed, reaching for the phone.

  Trent, however, kept it behind his back and asked, “Where is G’Mama at?” He held the phone high above his head.

  “Trent, you play too damn much. Now, give me back the phone ‘fo I tell G’Mama you swearing in her house,” Brandy threatened.

  Nicole laughed as the two cousins bickered. Trent was ready to choke Brandy out, but Nicole caught his hands.

  “Baby, calm down. She’s just playing with you. Just have a seat!” Nicole suggested.

  Brandy rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Trent took Nicole’s advice and calmed down. Brandy was the daughter of Trent’s uncle. Brandy had lived with G’Mama since birth because her mother and father were strung out on heroin. G’Mama called Brandy her miracle child because, at birth, she had weighed only two pounds. Trent used this opportunity to get his bag out the trunk.

  “Keep an eye out for me and let me know if my granny comes in,” Trent instructed Nicole.

  He turned on the TV for Nicole and handed her the remote. Then, he headed for the shed in the backyard. The shed was dark and had a lot of debris in it. He moved some stuff around and found an old trunk. Trent, then, set the bag inside it. Before closing it up, he took out a whole bird and stuffed it in his Gucci backpack with all the money he could fit in it. After everything was secure, Trent locked down the trunk. He found a padlock sitting next to him and on the wall hung various keys. He didn’t want to really search for the key, so he picked out the funniest looking one and prayed that it worked. Trent stepped back into the house at the same time his granny walked in.

  “Hey, G’Mama. How are you, baby?” Trent asked, giving his granny a kiss on the cheek.

  “Boy, what you doing all the way out here? Are you in some kind of trouble?” she asked.

  “C’mon, G’Mama. What kind of grandson do you think I am?” Trent answered in his boyish tone.

  “‘G’Mama— my ass! I wasn’t born yesterday. You’re just trying to get your nut on, and this is not the Holiday Inn,” she uttered.

  Trent fell out, laughing. “Nah, G’Mama. I really came to see you and kick it with you for a couple of hours,” Trent lied.

  “I’m hungry, Trent,” Nicole announced, hoping that they could get out of the house soon and get back to LA, but Trent purposely ignored her.

  “Nicole, you remember my G’Mama Gloria, right? G’Mama, this is my friend Nicole.”

  “Hello,” Nicole said as she attempted to shake G’Mama’s hand.

  “You better get on up and give G’Mama a hug. We don’t shake hands in this house,” she advised.

  Brandy came back in the room. She rolled her eyes at everyone.

  “Girl, don’t make me knock your eyes out their sockets,” G’Mama warned her. “Now, where are your manners? I know I taught you right. Well? Now, get over here and give me some suga.”

  Brandy gave her grandmother a hug and a kiss. Trent caught up on some memories with G’Mama and, before he knew it, it was time to hit the highway.

  “I’mma make sure I come see you more often,” Trent informed his granny while giving her a hug and a kiss.

  “Oh, no! We don’t wanna see you like that,” Brandy hissed, walking towards the door. Trent stuck his foot out, making Brandy hit the floor hard. She was just about to say something slick when she realized G’Mama was still in the room.

  “It was a pleasure meeting you, G’Mama,” Nicole said, giving her a hug.

  Nicole was happy to leave. She liked Trent’s grandmother, but she couldn’t stand Brandy, and, if she had stayed in that house another minute, she would have hurt that girl.

  “Do you have anywhere to be right now?” Trent asked Nicole.

  She shook her head. “Why? What’s up?”

  “Shit! I figured, on our way back home, we could hit up DT,” he responded. “You down to roll?”

  Trent knew he was taking chances being downtown. It was only a short time before someone linked him to JD’s disappearance or that he ran into Wiz, but money needed to be made, and it damn sure wasn’t going to make it itself.

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  Kendra was exhausted from the two days she had spent with Wiz, and all she wanted was to go home and relax. She wanted to take a long, hot bath, but that was short lived when she saw Trent’s face, but she decided to ignore him. Kendra finally had peace of mind. She warmed some soup up for herself and decided to watch a movie in the den. Kendra was battling her love and affection for Trent. She had begun to think the love she really missed was the love from her father. She pondered that question all the time. She figured that it was time to visit her father. He could give her the answers her soul desired.

  A side of Kendra felt that sneaking and creeping with Wiz was payback for all the hurt and agony Trent had caused her. Besides, it felt good. On the other hand, she knew two wrongs didn’t make a right, and, if her mom had still been alive, she would have torn her a new one. Kendra marked the calendar for when she would go visit her father.

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  Trent and Nicole made it to downtown L.A just in time for the police’s shift changes. They rode aroun
d for fifteen minutes before parking. Trent tried to make sure the coast was clear. He took the pack from his bag and started breaking down rocks. He made sure to have quarter pieces, eight balls, dubs, dimes, and nickels. He cut them up to perfection, like it was what he went to school for. After an hour of cutting, he was ready to get it over with. His first stop would be to the park. That was where all the fiends congregated, so he was sure he would dump the majority of his product off there.

  “What’s going on, young blood?” one of the smokers asked as he approached Trent and Nicole.

  “You know. Same ol’ same. Just trying to make a dollar or two,” Trent replied.

  The guy shook his head. “Come here and let an old head learn you something real quick,” the smoker suggested. Trent stepped to the side where only he was in earshot.

  “What’s going on?” Trent asked, not sure of what the smoker wanted or if he was trying to buy dope on credit.

  “Yeah, they found that young boy shot up in the dumpster, and people are tagging your name to it, so I’m just letting you know to watch yourself out here because Brody and his team been hot out here for a minute. Thing is there were no witnesses, but I’m just giving you a heads up,” the smoker stated.

  “Nah, I don’t know nothing about that,” Trent responded, “but good looking out, though.”

  Trent handed the guy a dub sack.

  “Well, just keep your eyes and ears glued. You know the streets are talking,” the man said before he walked away. That little bit of information was all that Trent needed to hear. Now, he really had to watch his back. Trent wasn’t paranoid, but he liked to stay two steps ahead of everyone. He gave half the sack to Nicole and stated, “You know what to do, baby girl.”

  He didn’t wait for a response. He just walked off, and she went the other way. That night in the park was moving too slow for Trent. He didn’t plan to stay any longer than two hours at the most. Trent, at times, kept watching over his shoulders for a just in case moment. He didn’t want to be caught slipping, and he wasn’t trying to go out like a sucker.