Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  “Look. I’m not afraid of dying. Shit! I been beating death my whole life. The child I was carrying was stomped out of me. I’m tired. Besides, I don’t have anywhere to run.” The two women were now standing face-to-face.

  “After you finish counting this money, start counting the money in the safe over there. I’ll be back,” the woman said.

  Then, she left the room. Nicole couldn’t wait for all this to be over. Then, she wouldn’t have to live in seclusion anymore. She wanted to come out from hiding.

  Nicole tested out the money counter to see if it worked. Once she was satisfied with its performance, she inserted hundreds, fifties, and twenties to be counted. By the time the sun rose, Nicole had counted over ten million dollars. She was so excited. She gathered all the money and arranged it nicely in the safe. Then, she waited. While she waited, she watched movie after movie and ordered room service. She stuffed her face until she passed out.

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  Unfortunately, Kendra never made it to see the judge. All hopes of her getting out soon faded, and fear took over her. Kendra had been transferred to Lynwood Station for women. Kendra wanted to cry, but she sucked it up. She didn’t want to show any kind of weakness.

  “Nia, I need you to hurry please,” Kendra whispered to herself. Kendra tried calling her sister collect again, but her call was never accepted. Feeling alone, Kendra didn’t know what to do. Just when she was about to give up. Her name was called. After filing some paper work, Kendra was now released on a hundred thousand dollar bond.

  “Thank you so much,” Kendra told the officer. It had been incarcerated for a week and a day, and she already felt like a brand new woman. Kendra couldn’t stop smiling. She went to get her property from the inmate property release only to find that her belongings were over in Culver City.

  After flagging down a cab, she let the cab driver know where she was headed. She didn’t mention that she didn’t have any money on her because she was afraid of being put out. Once they made it to the Culver City Police Station, Kendra asked the cab driver to wait for her.

  “I need money! I need money!” the cab driver said.

  Kendra didn’t want him to drive away, so she leaned in the car and showed him her breasts. That turned him on instantly. With a smile, he said, “Okay! I wait!”

  Kendra sighed. Then, she turned and went inside the Culver City Station. It looked like the line was long, but she learned that that line was only for visitors. Kendra filled out the paperwork and waited for her property. When she received it, Kendra looked inside her purse and grabbed her cell phone. She noticed that she had had a dozen missed calls and text messages. She, then, went to an ATM machine on the corner and withdrew two hundred dollars. She made it back to the cab and paid the fair. She gave him a extra twenty and asked him to take her back to Wiz’s place. Kendra used her key to enter the house. An eerie feeling permeated the house, and it caused Kendra to vomit. She ran into the bathroom in the master suite and released everything that was in her stomach. Kendra’s heart was beating rapidly, and her face was drenched in sweat. She turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face. Then, she found a hand towel and used it to dry her face off.

  Kendra rested her hands on the sink and took a few deep breathes. After getting her second wind, she collected her thoughts. Then, she walked back into the room. Kendra dialed her sister’s number. Nia picked up on the first ring.

  “Glad you’re out, baby girl. Where you at?” Nia asked.

  Kendra had a lot of things to say, but she decided to waited until she saw her. Kendra noticed that the safe was gone along with a few other items. She looked around for her sanitary bag where she stashed the thirty g’s at. She tore up the whole room looking for that bag. Then, she remembered putting it under the bathroom sink. Just as she thought, the bag was still there with money. It was untouched. Kendra dumped the money out the bag. Then, she packed as many things as she could fit into her suitcases. She was glad that she hadn’t completely unpacked her boxes yet.

  After putting the money in envelopes, she tucked the envelopes into her purse. Next, Kendra grabbed her bags and took them downstairs. She didn’t have a reason to go back inside the condo. There were just too many bad memories.

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  Back in the hotel room Nicole had spread the money all over the bed and ordered bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne. On the night stand sat a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of whip cream. Nicole had on sexy teddy from Victoria’s Secret, and her body was laced with Amber Romance. She lit scented candles around the room and was bending over lighting the last of the candles when she felt a hand smack her ass.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, sweetie,” Nicole said, turning around and greeting Nia with a juicy, wet kiss.

  Nia caressed Nicole’s arms. Then, she played with her hair. Nicole planted another kiss on Nia’s lips. This time, the kiss was more intense. The fire sparked between Nicole’s legs.

  “Mama, I been waiting too long to taste you. I dreamed of this very moment,” Nia said as she laid Nicole on the bed. She spread her legs. Then, she pushed her thong to the side and massaged Nicole’s clit with her hands. She slid her index finger into of Nicole’s wetness. She took it out and stuck her finger in Nicole’s mouth, so she could taste her juices. Then, she stuck her finger in her own mouth.

  “Mmm…whoever said ‘the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice’ ain’t never lied,” Nia said before she stuck her tongue into Nicole’s creamy insides and worked it like magic.

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  Nia had always been bisexual. She’d kept that side hidden from her family. She never wanted them to love her any less. Truth of the matter was Nia preferred to be with women. There was just something about a woman that turned her on completely. When Nia first met Nicole, she was automatically turned on. At the tender age of fifteen, Nicole possessed the body of a grown woman, from her sexy bedroom eyes to her full, heart-shaped lips and round ass. She understood why any man would want her. It wasn’t until Nicole turned seventeen that Nia finally made her move.

  Trent had thrown a barbeque and had invited everyone from DT to local folks around their way. Trent had had the party catered and bottles were popping everywhere. Treniyah and Nicole weren’t supposed to be there, but, since they were there, there was no need to kick them out. One of Trent’s boys from the neighborhood offered the girls a drink. Instead of punch, he had spiked it, trying to get the girls pissy drunk.

  “Hey, little mama, how would you like some of this good juice?” he asked, pouring the drink into their cups. Treniyah started to turn the dude down, but Nicole convinced Treniyah that it was cool.

  “C’mon, girl. We’re damn near adults now. It’s not going to hurt.”

  Treniyah looked around to make sure her brother was out of sight.

  “Okay. I’m down,” Treniyah giggled.

  “That’s what’s up,” he said, pouring the girls a glassful. What the girls didn’t know was that the dude had slipped a mickey in the drink.

  After a few minutes, Nicole said, “Man, I don’t feel so good,” as she grabbed her side where the pain was shooting through her stomach. She knew something wasn’t right when she saw the same dude on the side of the house forcing Treniyah to give him head. Nicole threw up. Then, she fell to the floor. She started crawling on her knees to the where a crowd of women were standing and said, “Please help! I don’t feel good, and my friend needs help, too.”

  One of the women in the crowd ran to Trent and pointed back at Nicole. Trent rushed over. He bent down and asked Nicole what was wrong and where Treniyah was. Nicole’s head was spinning as she tried to explain the drink they had taken from the dude and how he had Treniyah on the side of the house. Trent abruptly stopped the party. Kendra, Nia, Marcos, and Marquise sensed something was wrong with him. He told Nia to help Nicole into the house and make sure she was okay.

  “Don’t let her out your sight,” he warned.

  Then, he went off to the side of th
e house to find his sister.

  Nia took Nicole to the bathroom, so she could clean her up. That was where Nicole made her move.

  “Thank you, sexy bitch, for caring for me. Not even my so-called man cared to see if I was okay.”

  Nia brushed it off because Nicole was intoxicated, but Nicole leaned closer to Nia and whispered, “I see you looking at my ass when I walk by.”

  Nia kissed Nicole, and, to her surprise, Nicole didn’t fight it, so Nia took it a step further by eating away at her snatch. They had been having a clandestine affair ever since.

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  While Nicole was laid out in the bed, she massaged her own clit, giving Nia a show. Nia put on her strap-on. Then, she straddled Nicole in the missionary position. She was kissing her on her face. Then, she inserted her tongue in her mouth. Nia slid the fake dick inside of Nicole and watched her as she sighed heavily.

  Chapter 18

  Nia kept a nice, steady pace, going in and out in and out and in, in a circular motion. Nia was working it as if the penis was a part of her body. As Nicole cried out in pleasure, Nia whispered softly in her ear, “Who’s pussy is this?”

  Nicole answered, “It’s yours, mama!”

  Nia flicked her tongue in and out of Nicole’s ears. Then, she sucked on her neck.

  Nia turned Nicole around, putting her on all fours so she could smash her from the back. Nia slapped her ass, causing a wave to ripple through her cheeks.

  “Tell me when that pussy cums, baby,” Nia said, pounding even harder against Nicole’s body.

  Nicole couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so good. She grabbed a hold of the sheets. The two women came at the same time.

  “Damn, ma! I missed this pussy. Don’t ever give it away. Not to Trent, not to no one,” Nia said, pulling Nicole’s hair.

  “You don’t have to worry ‘bout that. That nigga pushing up dirt,” Nicole said. She was hers for the keeping. Nia and Nicole laid in bed side by side, breathing heavily.

  “Now that we’re ten million dollars richer, what are we going to do?” Nicole asked.

  She had played her part to the fullest. Even though it had pained her to kill Trent, how many ass whooping was she going to take?

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  Now that Kendra was out of jail and wasn’t going to be charged for the murder of Wiz, Nia hoped like hell that the second part of her plan worked. Nia loved her sister, but always seeing her on top had made her envious. Why can’t I be a boss wife? Nia thought. From day one, Nia had put a plan into motion to be on top. It was easy to manipulate Nicole because of the hurt Trent had caused her. The last beating was enough fuel to start the flames. Nia and Kendra had always done things together, and anything they got, they usually got in pairs. It didn’t matter if it was clothes, shoes, or jewelry. They both went to shooting ranges every weekend and learned how to shoot, and they also bought the same gun— a .357 Magnum with a chrome plate. It was also easy to get a hold of Kendra’s gun because Nia had a key to her mom’s house.

  When Kendra was at work and Trent and Marcos were on the block, Nia made her way to the house. Nia went straight for the hidden compartment in the wall behind the fireplace. Nia removed Kendra’s gun and replaced it with her own, and, since the gun was registered, when ballistics came back, it pointed right at Kendra.

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  Kendra was rolling around the streets of L.A., trying to get a hold of her sister, but her phone kept sending her to voicemail. Kendra drove by her sister’s house, but no one was there. Kendra rolled through DT and spotted Marcos. She honked her horn, flagged him down, and told him to come talk to her. Kendra threw her car in park and blocked traffic. Once Marcos realized who Kendra was, he rushed to her.

  “Ken baby, what are you doing down here?”

  Instantly, Kendra was irritated. She said, “You tell me what’s going on? I’ve been calling Nia all day, and she hasn’t answered my calls. I know y’all got that safe?”

  Marcos looked around. Then, he got in on the passenger side of the car.

  “Drive, Ken,” Marcos said through gritted teeth.

  Kendra obliged, pulling back into traffic.

  “Marcos, did you and my sister come and get that safe? It wasn’t there when I went home.”

  Kendra glanced at Marcos for an explanation. When Kendra found a place to park, Marcos turned his attention to Kendra.

  “What’s going on, Ken? Seems like something’s bothering you?” Marcos asked, trying to show concern for her.

  Kendra started to get upset again. She was turning red. Her face was now the color of her hair, and her green eyes were now shades of gray.

  “Can you fucking answer my question? Did you guys come and get the safe?”

  “We never got the call from you, so we thought everything was cool between you two. So, calm down,” Marcos answered.

  “How did I get married, and I just got outta jail?” Kendra asked.

  Marcos look as if he didn’t understand.

  “Jail?” he asked.

  “Like Nia didn’t tell you I was in jail for possession of a gun,” Kendra said, full of skepticism.

  “Damn, Ken. You going to jail on a weapons charge is hard to believe. This nigga got you doing faulty shit. Where’s the nigga at now?” Marcos asked.

  Instead of answering, Kendra laughed out loud like she was crazy. Then, she answered, “You really don’t know, do you?”

  “Kendra, stop beating around the bush and talk to your bro-in-law.” Marcos was tired of playing games. He was ready for Kendra to come out with it already. “I’m waiting, baby girl.” He rubbed his temple.

  A thick lumped formed in Kendra’s mouth, making it hard for her to swallow. It took her awhile to form the words as she tried not to relive that moment.

  “I killed him. That’s where he’s at.”

  Kendra had finally admitted it to someone. She stared off into space and unconsciously brushed her hair out of her face.

  “My concern is the safe, and, if y’all fucked me, you will pay the consequences.”

  Marcos got out the car. Then, he closed the door and leaned in through the passenger window.

  “Meet me at the house now,” Marcos insisted.

  Then, he walked away, heading to his car with Kendra driving slowly behind him. He didn’t understand this new revelation that Kendra had told him, but he would soon find out. He called Nia’s phone, but she sent him to voicemail as she had done Kendra.

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  Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the house Marcos shared with Kendra’s sister. Marcos parked in his usual parking space while Kendra searched up and down the street for a spot. After stalking an older couple, Kendra was finally able to park her car.

  “I swear y’all live in a fucked up neighborhood,” Kendra complained.

  There were kids playing tag football in the middle of the street. Forty ounce bottles were lined up against the neighbor’s fence and dogs with no leashes roamed the streets, looking for something to eat.

  “This is that L.A. life you love, though,” Marcos said as he caught a football that came flying his way. He ran out into the streets and faked a pass. Then, he ran to a make-believe end zone that was lined by trash cans.

  Marcos walked in the house out of breath. His nostrils flared at the good smell of garlic and herb pasta and rosemary chicken. Kendra walked in behind him and immediately started going off.

  “Damn, bitch! I’ve been calling your ass all damn day. A bitch been sitting behind bars all week, and you couldn’t pick your sister up?” Kendra asked, slamming her purse on the counter.

  “Kendra, shut that shit up. I bailed your ass out, didn’t I? Now, you’re complaining. I swear bitches are ungrateful!” Nia spat back.

  Seeing the tension about to sprew over, Marcos stepped between them to diffuse the confrontation that was about to spark.

  “Mmm, baby, you have the house smelling good,” he said, sniffing the air. Then, he placed a kiss on her cheek.

  Nia sm
iled and said, “Thank you, baby.”

  “Ahem! Hello! Now, was that nice? Can you answer me?” Kendra yelled at the top of her lungs.

  “Bitch, I don’t owe you anything, but, since you must know, I was out and about, handling business and getting shit organized. I’ve been running around to make sure you would be straight when you came home,” Nia admitted, pointing to the bags of clothes from almost every store in L.A., including Gucci, Prada, Saks Fifth Avenue, Sheik, Macy’s, Guess, and Coach. There were even naughty girl items in there. Marcos, being nosey, pulled out a dildo and frowned.

  “What are you doing with this?” he asked, holding it up with the tip of his fingers like it was something disgusting.

  “It’s for you. I wanna try it out on you,” Nia said with a smirk.

  Marcos dropped the toy back in the bag. Then, he said, “Ugh, like hell, you’re gonna use that with me or on me.”

  Nia smirked and said, “Teach your ass to stay outta shit.”

  Nia set the table for three. She took out a bottle of Francois Rozay champagne and ice. She sat it on the table. Then, she went back to grab the food and place it on racks by the table. Marcos offered her assistance, but she declined.