Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  “Listen, ma. I just need an hour of your time. I promise it won’t take that long. I promise. Just please don’t let me down,” Trent begged in between sobs. Kendra couldn’t resist. She felt that she owed it to him to be by his side.

  “Okay, Trent. One hour. No longer.”

  Kendra threw on some sweats with a hoodie. She called out for Wiz once more, but she still didn’t get an answer. She grabbed her purse and keys off the coffee table and headed out the door.

  *****

  Kendra arrived at the Moore’s home in twenty minutes. The yellow tape that was left on the poles indicated that the house was a crime scene. Kendra parked her vehicle and took a deep breath before exiting. Trent met Kendra outside. He led her to the guest house where he could talk without whispering.

  “There’s some shit that I haven’t been honest with you about, and I feel that I owe it to you.”

  Kendra tried to protest, but Trent kept right on talking.

  “I think I’m the cause of my sister’s death!”

  “Huh? What are you trying to say?” Kendra asked, confused.

  “Six years ago, when we met, I was into it with another drug king here in L.A. To make a long story short, I ended up killing his cousin in a drug deal gone bad. After the deadly mayhem in DT, he fled, but now he’s back to even the score,” Trent confessed.

  Kendra’s mind wandered back to six years ago. She remembered the massacre that had taken place in downtown Los Angles. She covered her mouth and shook her head in disbelief.

  “I caused my sister’s death. How can I explain it to my parents?”

  Kendra placed her hand on Trent’s knee, caressing it.

  “I’m quite sure this had nothing to do with what took place so long ago. I can’t see it happening,” Kendra said, trying to rationalize with him, but Trent’s mind was made up.

  “I also wanna apologize to you. I know you made up your mind about us. It was very selfish of me to try to have my cake and eat it, too, but I’m deeply sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? You know my mom constantly tells me that I’ve fucked up a good woman.”

  “Well, you know your mom knows best. Look, Trent. It’s already late. I have to get back home before…” Kendra stopped herself before she continued.

  “C’mon, ma. Ten more minutes. I swear I’ll let you go after that,” Trent pleaded.

  Kendra looked down at her phone. She decided to stay ten more minutes, and Trent thanked her. They talked about everything from how they had fallen in love to what had gone wrong in their relationship. Before they knew it, the sun was coming up. Trent kissed Kendra on the lips and covered her with a blanket. Trent went back into the main house to be with his mother and father.

  When Kendra awoke, she was confused. She didn’t know where she was. It took her a minute to remember that she was at Trent’s house. Damn! Wiz would kill me if he knew I was here, she thought. Kendra folded the blanket and sat it on the arm of the chair she had slept on. She didn’t want to bother the family, so she decided to leave from the backyard. As soon as she made it to the front to retrieve her car, Mrs. Moore stuck her head out the door and, with her hands on her hips, said, “I know you’re not about to leave without coming in to say hi or bye.”

  Kendra forced a smile and said, “I just didn’t want to be a bother. You guys are going through a lot, and you may just want to be around family.”

  “Nonsense! You are family. We share an even closer bond now. Come over here and give me a hug. I better not ever hear you say you’re not family. Just ‘cause you’re not with my son doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

  Mrs. Moore welcomed Kendra with open arms. As they shed tears for Kendra’s mother and Treniyah, Kendra’s phone rang. It was Wiz. Kendra answered quickly.

  “Hey, babe! Where were you? When I woke up, you weren’t there, baby?” Kendra asked, sounding all mushy. Kendra waved to Mrs. Moore. Then, she mouthed the words “see you later”.

  “Where the fuck are you?” Wiz demanded with bass in his tone.

  Kendra was flabbergasted that he would use that kind of tone and language with her. In her mind, she thought, I know this nigga ain’t talking to me like this.

  “I went to see about my ex’s family. I’ll be there shortly.”

  Kendra figured it wasn’t no need in lying. She had let Wiz know last night that she would be reaching out to Trent, so she thought nothing of it and ended the call, but, when she got home, Wiz was waiting for Kendra in the living room. As soon as she opened the door, he went off like a mad man.

  “So, you fucking with this nigga? You leave out in the middle of the night to go chill with your ex.”

  He stood to his feet with fire in his eyes. Wiz was filled with so much rage. Looks told a thousand words that one word couldn’t explain. Kendra knew, if looks could kill, she would have been dead.

  “Babe, what are you talking about? And where were you in the wee hours of the morning?”

  Kendra turned the tables around on him.

  “If you must know, I went to the hospital because I was having pains in my chest. I didn’t want to wake you, so I called my homie to scoop me,” he lied, trying to make Kendra feel bad.

  “So, how the fuck you know I wasn’t home?”

  Kendra could’ve slapped herself because she was admitting that she’d left the house at that time. Wiz grabbed Kendra by the arm and said, “Stay away from that nigga Trent.”

  He let go of Kendra’s arm when he saw how he was hurting her.

  “I don’t want Trent. How many times do I have to tell you this? He did me wrong, but they just found his sister’s body. Regardless of how I feel about him, I had to go pay my respects to that family. Grab me like that again and your mama’s gonna be wearing that black dress early,” Kendra spat. She was enraged. Wiz didn’t know what to say. He just looked on.

  “Maybe, this is a bad idea. We’re moving way too fast. I can’t take this jealousy shit,” Kendra said.

  She was just about to take off her engagement ring and give it back when Wiz apologized.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t imagine you not being here. I need you here by my side,” Wiz confessed.

  He pleaded with his eyes, and Kendra quickly forgave him. Then, they began kissing ever so gently yet passionately. Wiz undressed his soon-to-be-wife. He kissed her neck, leaving trails from her breasts to her navel. A moan escaped her mouth.

  Wiz palmed both breasts with his hands while teasing her nipples with his fingers. He removed her sweats and pushed her thong aside. He rubbed her clean shaven pussy and spread her lips with his tongue, flicking it in and out of her canal. Then, he inserted his finger, trying to get to her G-spot. Kendra’s breathing became sporadic. Kendra pulled and tugged at Wiz’s pants, aching to put his juicy member in her mouth. The head protruded through his boxers. She seductively licked her lips.

  “Mmm, daddy, looks like he’s happy to see me,” Kendra moaned.

  They wasted no time in doing the 69 position. Kendra was on top sucking and slobbing all on Wiz’s knob. The way she was going in one would have thought that this was her first time with the swipe. Almost immediately, Kendra was on the verge of cumming.

  “Damn, bay. That’s it. Make this pussy cum. Mmm, baby, don’t stop,” Kendra moaned, bucking her hips on Wiz’s tongue.

  “Babe, fill my mouth up with that good stuff,” Wiz begged.

  As if on cue, she bucked faster. Her body started to twist and jerk. Without warning, her juices ran like a river. Wiz quickly turned Kendra over, so he could be on top. He wrapped Kendra’s legs around his waist and scooted her towards the edge of the bed for better leverage. Wiz slid right in. Kendra’s walls fit him like a glove. Once again, they were rolling around, bodies intertwined. Kendra was really putting her hips into it, like she had something to prove. Wiz was doing a number for himself, showing out by doing all his tricks. He pinned Kendra’s legs over her shoulders with one hand. Then, he stretched his right leg over hers, so he
could go as deep as possible.

  “Damn, ma! Yo pussy is so tight. A nigga ready to cum all in this pussy,” Wiz said, continuing to pump. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tried his best not to nut too quickly.

  “Oh, daddy! Do that shit! Ah, yeah,” Kendra cried out.

  The moaning turned Wiz on even more. He pumped even faster, whispering in Kendra’s ear, “You ready for daddy to cum.”

  The pleasure Kendra was getting made her unable to speak. All she could do was moan.

  “Oh, shit! I’m cumming, ma. Oh, shit!”

  Sweat poured from his face down to Kendra’s lap, Wiz erupted like a volcano. After they were done, they laid wrapped up in each other’s arms, panting heavily.

  “I love you, Mrs. Sutton,” Wiz said, kissing Kendra on the forehead and holding her close to his chest.

  “I love you, too, Mr. Sutton,” Kendra smiled at the sound of being called Mrs. She glanced at her ring, then smiled again. Kendra wanted to know what Wiz thought about staying at the Ritz Carlton in Cancun, Mexico, but, as soon as she got ready to speak, she could hear Wiz snoring lightly.

  Chapter 17

  The days passed, and Nicole got better. She was now able to speak, and Mrs. Moore came to visit frequently. The news of Treniyah’s death and her unborn child had sent her into shock. Doctors had to rush in to help Nicole come to. She advised the doctors that she didn’t want any visitors. Now that she was healthier, Nicole spent most of her time plotting revenge against Trent for everything that he had put her through. She figured, when she got through with him, he would wish he was dead. A knock on the door snapped Nicole out of her thoughts.

  “Come in,” she said.

  The woman walked in wearing all white with black Prada shoes and big Prada shades that covered her face. She wore no make-up, but her beauty was astounding. The diamonds in her ears sparkled in the dark room and the ring on her finger could have blinded someone. The woman didn’t utter a word. She just passed an envelope to Nicole. As quickly as she had entered the room, she was gone, leaving the scent of Burberry Weekend behind. Nicole looked at the envelope and back at the door to see if anyone was coming. She opened it up, and a note fell out with two words on it: IT’S TIME.

  Nicole looked at the note again before tossing it in the trash. Then, she turned over and went to sleep. The doctors checked her progress daily. It was nearing her time to leave the hospital. Mrs. Moore continued to visit, bringing all kinds of whatnots for Nicole. Mrs. Moore figured that she’d lost her only chance at being a grandmother.

  “Thanks, Mrs. Moore. I truly appreciate you being here for me. And please save me an obituary,” Nicole said. Her eyes watered. She still couldn’t believe her best friend was dead.

  “Oh, baby. You don’t even have to ask, and I will be here after the funeral to bring you a nice, hefty plate.”

  That put a smile on Nicole’s face momentarily. That night, Nicole sat up and thought long and hard on the dirtiest revenge. Her mind was still wracked by the pain of the ass whooping she had received from Trent. Was there any harm in loving a man that belonged to someone else or loving him after she’d caught him with her mom? Fuck no! He don’t care, so now I don’t! She thought.

  *****

  Treniyah’s funeral service was held at First AME Church in Los Angeles where the late Eazy E’s service was also held. There were thousands of people in attendance. Friends from elementary school, junior high, high school and college were in attendance. Several wore RIP shirts with Treniyah’s picture on the back. News reporters were lined up outside to catch a glimpse of the family, and police offers were there to diffuse any situation that got out of hand. Everyone was dressed in Treniyah’s favorite color— turquoise. The front pew was filled with the family, and behind them sat Kendra, Marcos, Nia, and Marquise. The service was nice. It was a closed casket funeral, but there with a big picture of Treniyah displayed on top. The choir sang “The Storm Is Over Now” by Kirk Franklin and the Family. After the song, a friend of the family read the obituary:

  Treniyah Renée Moore was born on June 6, 1985 in Los Angeles CA. She was the youngest of two and had a very good relationship with her older brother Trenton Moore. Treniyah attended Baldwin Hills Elementary, Audubon Middle School, and Palisades High. She was furthering her education at West L.A. College. Treniyah accepted God at an early age. She was an active member in church and found a home at First AME. She sang in choirs and loved to help the youth.

  Treniyah leaves to cherish her memory her parents, Trevor and Denise Moore, her Grandmother Eloise G’Mama Baker, and brother Trenton Moore, all from Los Angeles, six aunts and seven uncles and a host of cousins and other relatives and friends.

  After reading the obituary, friends and family gathered to share their fondest memories of Treniyah. Kendra and Nia were asked to sing “His Eye Is on the Sparrow”. Trent sat there, shocked, because he never knew Kendra could blow like that. He knew she could sing because they had always played around, but he had never heard anything so angelic. The tears poured out of Trent’s eyes as he listened to the melody escaping Kendra’s and Nia’s lungs. The preacher preached and had everyone on their toes. There were a lot of “amens” and “halleujahs”. There was also the occasional shout throughout the congregation.

  The pastor continued, “Treniyah didn’t deserve this, but we can’t look for an eye for an eye or a tooth for tooth. Ah, c’mon now! I know somebody can agree with me.”

  Again, the church hollered out, “Amen.”

  “We need to clean up the drugs and gangs, take back our community. The time is now. You better get right before it’s too late. Wake up! To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.”

  At the closing of the ceremony, the pastor did the benediction and invited any and everyone who hadn’t heard of Christ to stand and give their lives over before it was too late.

  *****

  After the service, everyone gathered at Rose Hill Forest Lawn to pay their last respects while Treniyah was put in her final resting place.

  “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Everyone, bow your heads in prayer,” the pastor said.

  Mrs. Moore screamed out, “No! Let me go with my baby. Please let me go.”

  She tried to throw herself in the ground to be with her daughter. Trent, Marcos, and Marquise had to restrain her from jumping in. Family and friends formed a single line to give Treniyah’s immediate family a hug. Kendra hugged Trent for a long time, telling him how sorry she was. Trent lifted her left hand and her engagement ring.

  “I see you don’t waste time. I know he better be good to you,” Trent said, holding her hand up to his mouth to plant kisses on it. He was surprised at the size of her ring. Trent made a mental note to check dude out.

  “Are you happy?” he asked.

  “Please, Trent. Let’s not do this. This is not the time or the place,” Kendra said loudly, but she quickly lowered her voice when she noticed people looking on. “Look. I will always love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore.”

  Kendra gave Trent one last hug and walked away. She never noticed the black SUV parked a little ways away from the crowd. In the SUV sat Wiz and a couple of his partners. They were waiting for a clear view of Trent, so they could take him out. The rifle was pointed in the direction of Trent, ready for fire, but, when he saw Kendra, Wiz put a cease to the fire.

  “My nigga, we got him right here, right now. I’m ready to pull the trigger,” one of the dudes said.

  “Nah, my nig. Not right here,” Wiz said. They drove away.

  Kendra decided not to join the family at the repast. She hugged Trent’s parents once more. Then, she told her sister and Marcos that she was leaving.

  “I’ll call you later, sis. Promise.” Kendra blew a kiss before she headed to her car.

  Trent and his parents said their last goodbyes as Treniyah’s casket was put in the ground. Mrs. Moore lost it again. She threw her body on the casket.

  “Not my baby! No! Please take
me with her.”

  This time, the pallbearers had to pick her up off the casket. Trent couldn’t fathom watching any longer. He whispered something in Marquise’s ear. Then, they jumped in the car and hit the pavement. Unsure of where they were headed, Marquise finally asked, “Where to, my nig?”

  “Take it to the house,” Trent responded.

  Now, what they did not know was that someone was lurking, ready to spring everything into action. When they arrived back at the house, Marquise parked the car on the opposite side of the street to give enough room for the rest of the family. They exited the car and made their way across the street. As soon as Trent got ready to put the key in the door knob, shots rang out. Marquise was hit in the back. Trent spun around quickly with his pistol drawn.

  “What the fuck?” Trent yelled out as he was met with the .9 mm that was clutched inside of Nicole’s hand.

  “Surprise, nigga. You didn’t think I would survive.”

  This was the last thing Trent heard before the bullet caught him in his head. Nicole watched as his body slumped to the ground.

  “Payback is a bitch nigga,” Nicole said, spitting on Trent.

  Then, she shot Marquise once more. Nicole put her gun back in her waist and calmly walked off the porch. She could hear sirens and see neighbors looking out their windows and doors, but she didn’t care anymore. She had been Trent’s punching bag one too many times, and she had reached her limit. Nicole noticed the family cars returning from the burial. She smiled and waved. Then, she walked to the car that was waiting on the corner for her. She hopped in without looking back.

  *****

  Wiz and his crew were chilling in the crib, watching Menace II Society.

  “Yo, bitch ass need to take that nigga out before I….”