“Mi gwan take care of yuh real good.”
He took some Jamaican rum from the counter and some pills. Then, he went to get a bag. Kendra sat on the chair. As her eyes roamed around the nice size room, she wondered if she should let the stranger work on her arm. Whatever her answer was she had to decide now.
“Is this going to take a long time? I have to meet my brother in-law,” Kendra managed to say. She yawned and stretched her arms. The powerful scent of marijuana burned her nostrils. The Jamaican man came from out of the bathroom with a weed filled zigzag in his hand.
“Yuh gwan bleed to death. Don’t worry. Mi have yuh better soon. Drink some of this and smoke this.”
He handed Kendra a glass of rum and the blunt. Kendra tried to turn the offer down, but he advised her that she would need it. Kendra hesitantly took the long zigzag filled with Jamaican weed and lit it. She prepared herself for the smoke. Kendra took two pulls on the zigzag and started to choke profusely. The smoke was a bit too much for Kendra’s lungs, and the smoke felt like it was burning her insides. Quickly, Kendra grabbed the rum out of the Jamaican’s hand and proceeded to drink it like water.
“Slow down, gal. Yuh gone hurt yuh self.”
Kendra wiped her mouth. Instantly, she relaxed. Her eyes started to roll around in her head. The Jamaican guy smiled and said, “Told yuh I take care of yuh. Now, this gwan hurt a bit.” He drank some rum straight out the bottle. Then, he poured the rest on Kendra’s open wound. He watched her squirm and cry out in agony. Next, he used a knife which he had sterilized with rubbing alcohol. He relit the long joint. Then, he stuck the knife in the bullet wound, wiggled it around to get the bullet out, and used a thong-like utensil to pull it out. Kendra kicked and screamed. Before she could utter another sound, the bullet was out, dancing in an empty bowl. The Jamaican man had honored his word and helped Kendra out. He stitched and sewed her up.
“If I have to go, how can I repay you?” Kendra asked sluggishly.
Kendra got up, grabbed her purse, and tried to head for the door, but her knees soon buckled. Luckily, the Jamaican guy caught her before she fell.
“Yuh pay mi soon enough, sooner than yuh think,” he smiled.
Kendra hadn’t noticed, but his eyes were bronze like fire. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought he was the devil.
Kendra and the man walked to her room that was located on the same floor. They reached room seven-fourteen. Kendra tried to stick the key in the door, but her hand wouldn’t lift. All Kendra could think about was lying down. Once inside, Kendra found strength to go inside her purse. She pulled out a handful of hundreds, but the man declined her offer. His eyes became fixed on the safe in the corner of the room. That was his main goal.
“Thank you once again. I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name?” Kendra said, trying to keep herself steady as she walking him to the door.
“Just call me Zoo,” he smiled as he opened the door.
Once Zoo was gone, Kendra turned on her heels. She used the wall for leverage. Then, she crawled the rest of her way to the bed.
As soon as she climbed onto the oversized king bed, she was off to dreamland. Never once did it occur to her mind that she was drugged.
*****
Marcos was getting pissed that the cab driver was taking forever and a day to leave the area. He wanted to hurry up and make it to his destination. He had a lot of thoughts, and, furthermore, it was now time for him and Kendra to leave California. Within a short time, their lives had gone from good to bad and from bad to worse, but he knew that it was time. They had to leave before the feds caught up to him. Marcos’ mind flashed to Nia and the times they had shared: the first time they met, the day she got pregnant, and when she had a two day procedure at five and a half months pregnant. That was the most devastating day of his life. Because of his cheating ways, he’d gotten another woman pregnant at the same time as Nia. He could still hear her voice when the girl came to the house to plead with Marcos to leave Nia and be a family with her.
*****
“I know like hell you didn’t have some random bitch pop up at my house and tell me that you’re having a family with her? If I’m not the one and only bitch having your child, then no other bitch can.”
That was all Marcos heard before Nia knocked his side chick upside the head. Then, she pushed the woman down the porch. Nia was just about to pound her when Marcos intervened.
“Look, Nia. I can’t have you beating on her like that. Whether you like it or not, she is caring my child,” Marcos said, regretting those choice words.
Marcos could’ve kicked his own ass. Nia turned on him so quick that he didn’t know what had caught him.
“You stupid muthafucka! How dare you take up for another bitch? I’m glad you showing your real colors,” Nia said, slapping Marcos across the face.
Marcos just stood there and took the blows.
“This is the muthafuckin’ thanks I get, bitch,” Nia said while spitting in Marcos’ direction.
With that, Nia scheduled an abortion for the next day, and, because she was so far along, she had to get a two day procedure. Of course, the nurses tried talking her out of it, and Marcos was constantly blowing up her phone, but Nia ignored his calls, making sure she had turned off the phone, so she didn’t have any interruptions. It was weeks before Nia forgave Marcos, but, that day, a part of him died when she killed his unborn.
*****
Marcos started to curse out the driver for trying to take the streets.
“I told your rabbit ass to get on the freeway, cuz.”
The driver cursed back, but, then, he got on the freeway because he was afraid and didn’t want any drama.
*****
Kendra was knocked out on the bed. Sleep had finally won and consumed her. All she knew was Zoo had left the room, but what she didn’t know was that Zoo had dropped a slim jim in the door once he closed it. That way he could gain entrance back into the room without a key. Zoo had laced the weed with rohypnol. Zoo knew that it wouldn’t take that long for the drug to affect Kendra. He waited outside the room for ten minutes before he made his move. Zoo crept back in the room, making sure he didn’t make any noise. It wasn’t by accident that he had followed Nicole to the hotel. Zoo had been trying to locate Trent after he got word that Trent had killed his baby brother JD and gotten away with his fifty grand. He, too, had been on a hunt for Trent like Red October. With no luck on finding Trent, he happened to stumble across Nicole. Zoo knew that, if he followed Nicole, she would lead him to Trent, but he didn’t know that Trent was pushing up dirt already. Zoo rented the room for the weekend. He knew, sooner or later, victory would be won.
Zoo made sure Kendra was sound asleep. He wasn’t sure when the drug would ware off. He didn’t want to kill her if she happened to wake up. Zoo left the door ajar, so he could slide out without any noise being made.
*****
Marcos arrived at the hotel. He paid his fare. Then, he exited the cab. He’d had a long and exhausting night, and all he wanted to do was crash. Marcos had already thought of a plan, so he and Kendra could leave out of town. Their next destination was Texas, and he was quite sure that they would be able to adapt to their new surroundings. Marcos walked past the corridors and greeted the few workers that occupied the lobby. Then, he stopped to ask directions to the elevator.
“Aye, my man! Which way is the elevator?” Marcos asked.
The security guard pointed Marcos in the direction he needed to go, and Marcos thanked him and continued. Once Marcos entered in the elevator, he pressed the button for the seventh floor. Arriving on the seventh floor, Marcos walked out the elevator, pumped and a little anxious. He couldn’t wait to inform Kendra of their relocation and plans.
Marcos scanned the room doors for seven-fourteen. He wanted to hurry inside and bathe. As he got closer, he noticed a man dragging something out of the room. At first, Marcos brushed it off, thinking the man was from room service, until he noticed the Jamaican f
lag and the three little letters on his arm that spelled out the word ZOO. Marcos knew by looking at the tattoo who the man was. He was one of Jamaica’s top dope boy. Marcos reached in the duffle bag to retrieve his weapon. He cleared his throat to let the assailant know he had company.
The noise from Marcos clearing his throat made Zoo stop and turn quickly. He was met with the barrel of Marcos’s gun.
“Yuh don’t know what yuh getting yah self into, boi,” Zoo hissed.
Marcos laughed. Then, cocking his gun, he said, “Naw, my nigga. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Zoo threw the safe down which caused Kendra to jump from her sleep. She was still a little drowsy as she hopped out the bed to see what the ruckus was.
After dropping the safe, Zoo come back with an upper cut. The force from the blow made Marcos fall backwards.
“Mi told yuh, mi friend. Yuh don’t know what yuh was getting yuh self into. Yuh killed mi brother and mi must kill yuh,” Zoo said with fire in eyes.
He lunged for Marcos while he was still laid out on the floor. Zoo was throwing powerful punches, beating Marcos unconscious. The gun flew from Marcos’s hand and landed at in the entrance of their room.
Zoo kept pounding the defenseless Marcos. Kendra watched in horror and confusion. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The man that had helped her was the same man that was pounding on the only other man who had ever helped her. Still weak, Kendra struggled to pick the gun off the floor and, as tears filled her eyes, she pulled the trigger. Bullets flew wildly. At least two struck Zoo in his back and neck, but Zoo continued to pound on Marcos’s lifeless body. He was unaware of the bullets that had rippled through his body as Kendra crept up on Zoo. Then, she shot him in the back of his head execution style.
After the smoke cleared, Kendra leaned down to check Marcos’s pulse. It was very faint. She looked at his body and cried as she caressed his face.
“Why, Lord, why?” Kendra cried.
She knew it wouldn’t be much longer before people started appearing in the halls. Kendra said a silent prayer. Then, she ran back into the room to grab her purse. She wasn’t sure where her strength had come from, but she knew she had to get up and get out. Running towards the door, Kendra stumbled over the safe.
“Fuck!” Kendra exclaimed. She looked down at the safe and contemplated whether to take it or not. She used the wall to help lift herself up. After catching her breath, she tried to lift up the safe, but she found it too difficult to carry, so she used her feet to roll it out.
“Oh, Lord! Please help me find the strength,” Kendra prayed aloud.
She got her answer when saw a teenager by the stairwell. The teenager asked if she needed help. At first, she was hesitant, but she thought against it. She directed the teenager down to the first floor. Once they made it to the lobby, Kendra prepped the teen on what to say if they were stopped. Safely, they made it to her car. Kendra fumbled through her purse for her keys. She was just about to give up when the teenager dangled the keys in front of her.
“You dropped them before I picked this up,” the boy stated.
Kendra thanked him as she unlocked the doors and opened the back door. After she was squared away, she grabbed two hundred dollars out of her purse, handed it to him, and said, “Thank you once again.”
Kendra got inside her car, started the ignition, and was on her way.
ONE YEAR LATER
Kendra woke up to the rays of the morning sun and the birds chirping, singing their song. She got out the bed and stretched. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She was loving life in San Antonio, Texas. What more could life bring her? A knock on the door broke her thoughts.
Kendra yelled, “I’m coming! One second!”
She wasn’t sure who was on the other end. As soon as Kendra opened the door, she noticed a cart outside the room. She looked down the hall and saw a man walking away. Kendra tried calling out to the man.
“Excuse me. I didn’t order any room service,” she said, but the man never turned around. He kept walking. Kendra shrugged her shoulders and picked up the tray from the cart and carried it inside the room. The aroma smelled so good. Kendra sat on the bed and opened up the lid. There on the plate were omelets, bacon, sausage, and toast and a tall pitcher of orange juice. Kendra picked up the glass and emptied all of contents into her stomach. She noticed some tulips on the side and a card. She sat back on the bed and read the card: YOU TOOK SOMETHING FROM ME. NOW, I MUST TAKE SOMETHING FROM YOU. ENJOY YOUR MEAL. P.S. DEATH HAS VENGEANCE, AND I MUST GET REVENGE—THE DIRTIEST REVENGE!
Kendra didn’t understand the card, but she quickly knocked the tray to the floor. Just in case the food was laced with poison, she ran to the bathroom and looked through her medicine cabinet. Paranoia sat in the walls, and they started closing in on her. And she could have sworn her heart stopped beating. Sweat poured down her face. Kendra tried to reach for the sink, but she missed it and fell flat on the floor.
She tried calling for help, but her words never came out. Kendra closed her eyes and prayed to her heavenly father. When she opened her eyes, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. She reached out for the woman’s hand, but she just sat there and watched her suffer. Kendra started coughing and foaming at the mouth. The woman pulled the gun from behind her back and said, “It was never personal. It was always business.”
Wiz’s mother pulled the trigger and put Kendra out of her misery.
Kendra never thought that Wiz’s mother would find her.
Mrs. Davis watched Kendra take her last breath. She grabbed the money bag out of the closet. Then, she walked out the room and never looked back.
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