Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  “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!”

  Kendra was now up and alert. She couldn’t believe Trent had just called her a bitch.

  “Oh, my gosh! Trent, are you serious? I was over there earlier, but, when I left, she was still home. Keep me posted. If you hear anything, please let me know,” Kendra said, feeling bad.

  “Nah, I’ll be ‘sleep,” Trent said and ended the call and kept on driving. It was very late. He thought he would have to post up and wait for Nicole to come out, but, as soon as he pulled in, she was just going back inside her room. She didn’t even turn around to see the car behind her. Trent sat for a minute. He didn’t know if someone was in the room with her or not. He reached for his gun underneath the backseat. He used the butt of the gun to bang on the door. Nicole opened the door and asked, “What the fuck you want?”

  She stopped talking when she realized who was at the door. Trent had the gun pointed at her. Nicole backed away from the door.

  “Is there anyone else in the room with you?”

  Nicole shook her head. Trent stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He motioned for Nicole to sit on the bed while he sat in a chair. Nicole was scared for dear life. She knew the ultimate beating was coming as she wondered how he had found her. She thought about her plans to hurt him, but they soon vanished.

  “I’m gonna ask you this but once. Have you seen or do you know where my sister is? We haven’t seen her all day, and her car is parked in the driveway, and her phone keeps going to voicemail.”

  “I swear I haven’t seen her since earlier today when I stopped by. Other than that, I haven’t heard from her,” Nicole answered.

  Her palms were sweaty as she rubbed them together. Trent could tell that Nicole was nervous about something, but he never asked. “A’ight. I’m ‘bout to bounce. If you hear anything from my sister, let a nigga know,” Trent said. He went into the bathroom to see what Nicole had up her sleeve. After five minutes of searching, he didn’t find anything. He left out the room without saying another word.

  Not once did it ever occur to Trent that Wiz was the reason that his sister was missing. Tired and frustrated, Trent decided to take it on in. When he got home, he laid across the bed with all his clothes on. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out for the count.

  *****

  Kendra accompanied Nia to the criminal court building in downtown LA, which was also known as CCB. As they waited, they witnessed public defenders as they pulled out inmates’ family members to talk to them about their cases. An older black lady asked if there was anyone there for Marcos Hale. Nia and Kendra stood up. The lady said, “Please follow me outside.”

  Once outside, the public defender went over the case with them. Then, she gave them the options that Marcos might want to use. “Let’s see. Marcos was charged with possession and sale of narcotics to an undercover agent.”

  Nia interrupted the lady and said, “I’m sorry, but he wasn’t caught selling to an undercover agent. Matter fact, when they arrested him, all they took was a twenty dollar bill. Now, is the guy that he supposedly sold it to in court today?”

  The lady shook her head.

  “No, but the officers are due to show up in court today. I, also, see that Mr. Hale has an outst
anding warrant for his arrest, but I’m sure I will be able to get it added onto his case now.” Nia was ready to curse the lady out, but, instead, Kendra grabbed her by the arm and ushered her back into the court.

  “Fake-ass public pretender,” Nia managed to say.

  The old lady just looked at her and shook her head.

  *****

  The judge saw about four other cases before Marcos’s case was called. Marcos and his public defender stood before the judge.

  “Are you aware of the charges that have been brought against you?” the judge asked Marcos.

  Marcos nodded his head, so the judge continued. “So, Mrs. Wright, how does your defendant plead?”

  Marcos whispered in her ear as she responded, “Not guilty, Your Honor.”

  “Mr. Hale, these are some very serious charges against you,” the judge said. Then, he looked back at his paper work. Afterwards, he looked at the DA and asked, “Is the officer that filed the report here in court?”

  “No, Your Honor, but we do have the witness that the police took a statement from,” the DA said. Both Kendra and Nia turned around in their seats to see if anyone was coming forward.

  “Well, I’m waiting,” said the judge.

  “No, Your Honor, just the statement from the witness,” the DA announced.

  Marcos’s attorney stepped in and said, “Your Honor, there is no one here in person to testify to the charges against my client, so I think that is grounds for a dismissal.”

  The judge took his time looking though the paperwork once more before he spoke. “Since there is not enough evidence against Mr. Hale on the charge of possession, I’m

  hereby declaring this case dismissed.”

  A smile spread across Nia’s face. She looked up and mouthed the words “thank you’’ to the man upstairs.

  “I see that you also have two outstanding warrants totaling $25,000. I’m sentencing you to a maximum of forty-five days at the Men’s Central Jail where you will be housed for the remainder of your sentence. Is that clear?” the judge said, looking towards Marcos and his public defender.

  Again, Marcos whispered to his attorney. Then, she cleared her throat, “Your Honor, what about bail?” she asked.

  “Because Mr. Hale is not considered a flight risk, bail is set at $50,000. Court is adjourned.”

  Then, he banged his gavel while the inmates were walked back to their holding cells. Marcos made sure he hollered to Nia, “Make sure you handle that! I love you, ma!”

  *****

  After court, Nia and Kendra grabbed something to eat before going to a bail bondsman and waiting for Trent to arrive. Before Trent headed to the bail bondsman, he checked in with his mother to see if they had heard anything from his sister. When he arrived, he could tell his mother had been crying all night. His father was worried himself.

  “This is just not like her, Trenton. You know, if your sister goes out somewhere, she lets us know. I’ve checked with all of her friends, and still nothing,” Trent’s mother said. Her eyes were red and puffy.

  “Well, dear, you know we’ll have to wait for seventy-two hours before we can file a missing person’s report,” Trent’s father said.

  Trent kept his word and met up with Nia after talking to the bail bondsman. Trent handed over ten percent of the fifty thousand dollar bail. Kendra signed off on the paper work since she was the only legitimately employed person, so just in case they were wondering where the money came from, it could be accounted for. Everything was good from that point on. They all waited for Marcos to be released.

  “So, have you heard anything from or about your sister?” Kendra asked, but Trent ignored her. Kendra rolled her eyes but remained silent.

  *****

  It had been more than seventy-two hours since Treniyah had been captured, and Wiz was growing impatient by the minute. Trent’s family didn’t seem too worried about her or so he thought. Wiz made sure she was comfortable. He even untied her, so she could bathe. He did leave the door open and had his young thug keep an eye out for her, though.

  Every night, Wiz would return to his home and cuddle up with Kendra like nothing was wrong. Each day, Wiz or the young thug gave Treniyah a little more space. Over the three days, she had developed a plan because she missed her family like crazy. On the third day, Treniyah decided to seduce the young thug. She waited until Wiz left for the night. Treniyah sat up and started playing with the young thug’s hair.

  “Uh, huh, ma. What you doing?”

  Treniyah covered his mouth and asked, “Doesn’t this feel good to you, baby?”

  He didn’t respond, so she licked his ear and his neck. She caressed his chest with her fingers. The thug pushed her back.

  “Cut it out, girl,” he stuttered, but Treniyah kept right on going. She pulled her shirt over her head and exposed her perky nipples. She lifted one breast with her hand and licked around the nipples. Treniyah had watched many porns, so she knew what she was doing. She laid back on the bed and opened her legs wide. Then, she inserted her finger in her middle. She took her finger out and stuck them in her mouth.

  “Mmm. Yummy,” Treniyah laughed.

  “C’mon now, ma. Stop playing and put your clothes on,” he said.

  Treniyah laughed seductively. Then, she taunted, “Aww. Is the little boy scared of some pussy?”

  Treniyah dipped her finger back in her middle and fondled it a bit. Then, she stuck it in her mouth again. She was giving the thug a peep show, and it was defiantly turning him on.

  “Ness never scared of the pussy. I whoops the pussy,” he said, imitating the dad from Friday After Next.

  Treniyah kept laughing, telling him he was scared. Truth of the matter, he was attracted to Treniyah and had been since the day he kidnapped her, but he wanted to make sure he stayed on his p’s and q’s. Treniyah, however, kept opening and closing her legs, exposing her goodies. She was very hard to resist.

  “Fuck it. I’m gonna give you what you really want.”

  Ness took off his jewelry and his clothes. He folded them neatly and put them on the bed adjacent to the one they were on. His dick was already rock hard. He embraced Treniyah and gave her some tongue action. He sucked on her breasts while rubbing on the other one with his hands. Treniyah never thought that kissing Ness would be that good. He spread her legs apart using his knees. Then, he eased himself right on in.

  “Damn, ma. You tight as a mug,” he said as he kept pushing until he was inside.

  Ness pounded on Treniyah. He wanted to make her feel the pain for calling him scared. Treniyah scratched away at his back. It was both pain and pleasure.

  “Yeah. What’s all that shit you were talking before? I can’t hear you,” he taunted.

  Treniyah couldn’t speak. All she could do was moan. She closed her eyes and prayed that it would be over soon. After five minutes of pleasure, Ness busted his nut. He pulled out, making sure not to leave his semen in her. He breathed heavily like he had just run a marathon.

  He said, “Damn, ma. I’m glad you chose to give it me.”

  “Can I please wash up?” she asked him.

  “Go ‘head, ma. You know the routine,” he answered.

  Treniyah walked into the bathroom and made sure to leave the door open. Then, she turned on the bath tub faucet and let the water run until it was almost at the rim. Once she was in the tub, she tried to close the door, but it was difficult because Ness watched her like a hawk.

  “Ma, you know the rules. Do I have to sit and monitor you?” he asked.

  He walked into the bathroom, grabbed an extra towel, and washed himself off. After he was done, he excused himself and put on his boxers and his jeans. He laid across the bed and was out in the next two minutes. Treniyah wanted to shout because he was finally asleep. She’d heard that fucking was like a work out, and, if your stuff was good, it would surely knock a nigga out, but for how long she didn’t know. Treniyah sat in the tub for a few more moments. She wanted to make sure that Ness was sound asleep.


  Chapter 12

  Treniyah let the water out the tub. Then, she crept back into the room, making sure she didn’t make a sound. She grabbed her clothes and went back into the bathroom to put them on. Earlier, Wiz had dropped by with some sweats and t-shirts, so she was happy that she had clean clothes to put on. After she was dressed, she looked around for Ness’s phone, but she soon realized it was attached to his hip. She scanned the room and noticed that they had taken the phone out the room. Treniyah turned the knob on the door, trying to open it with caution, but the creaking of the door woke up Ness. Treniyah ran out the room screaming, but Ness soon caught up to her.

  “See! A nigga can’t even take a nap without you tryna sneak out! You know I don’t wanna, but now I’mma have to tie you back up. I tried, ma, but you tried to play me. Thanks for the pussy, though.”

  Once they were back in the room, he tied one of Treniyah’s hands to the bed post.

  *****

  “If that nigga ain’t gonna come to me, might as well come to him. Fuck waiting,” Wiz yelled on the phone.

  Wiz was heated that Trent hadn’t shown up for his sister. He was more than ready to take him out. He was now rolling through the streets of Los Angeles in an attempt to find Trent. He even went back to the DT post and waited for Trent to slip up. Wiz made his presence felt when he stepped out. He wore Iceberg jeans with a black shirt and some Gucci shoes. His pinky ring was encrusted with so many diamonds that it could’ve made anyone who looked directly at it go blind. His hair was neatly tapered, and, in his ears, he wore Cartier diamond earrings. Everyone’s head turned as soon as he got out his 745Li. His gun was tucked in his waist with the safety on.

  It must have been fate. It seemed like a dream had finally came true for Wiz because he was now face to face with his arch enemy.