Dirtiest Revenge (9 page)

At the sight of this, Bernice lost it and jumped on his back. She hollered for Kendra to go get her father. Chuck slammed Mrs. LaSalle on the ground, while a very scared Nia slid under her bed. He, then, dragged Bernice into the bathroom and ripped her clothes off.

“
Bitch, since you want to interrupt shit, I’m gonna take it from you,” he slurred as he punched Bernice in her face.

“
So, you’re really going to disrespect Amir like that? I thought he was your best friend.”

Frustrated, Chuck spat, “Fuck, Amir. I never liked that pretty-ass nigga anyway.”

Meanwhile, Kendra ran as fast as she could to get her dad. He was standing outside in their the backyard, talking to their neighbor. When she came running up, he said, “Slow down, Ken! Why don’t you have on no shoes?”

“
Daddy! Daddy! Nia! Uncle Chuck!” was all she could get out, while huffing and puffing. Tears poured down her face as she tried to explain what was going on in the house. Her father looked at her and then, he told his friend he would catch up with him later. He picked up Kendra and ran into the house. Once inside, he yelled, “Bernice! Bernice!”

When Nia heard her father’s voice, she came from under the bed and ran to the living room.

“
Hey, baby girl! Where is your mother and Uncle Chuck?”

Tears filled her eyes as she pointed to the bathroom. He told the kids to walk next door and wait for their mom to come and get them, but they ignored their father and stayed behind. Amir walked into his bedroom and grabbed his sawed off shotgun. He walked to the bathroom door and kicked it open. He saw his wife laying on the floor with a swollen eye. Chuck looked up and saw the barrel pointing in his face.

“
Man, I’m sorry. Amir, I…I,” Chuck stuttered hard, getting up off the floor and walking toward the entrance of the doorway.

“
How could you, Chuck? How could you betray me like this, huh?”

Amir was heated and had tears in his eyes. The next thing that came out of Chuck’s mouth was so shocking that he couldn’t believe that he even spoke the words himself.

“
I really wanted Nia, but this bitch jumped in the way.”

Those were the last words he spoke as the bullets rippled through his chest. The cries of his two little girls broke Amir’s heart. He laid the shotgun on the floor and ran to his babies, hugging them close.

“
I’m sorry you guys had to witness this. Murder is never an option, but I will die and go to hell before I let someone harm my babies.”

One of the neighbors who’d heard the shots called the police. The paramedics, police, and fire department all pulled up at once. They asked the neighbors and the kids a series of questions. One of the lead detectives informed Amir that they were going to take him in for questioning.

“
We’re going to have to take you down to the precinct, Mr. LaSalle.”

When they cuffed him, Bernice went crazy, screaming, “Let him go!” She clung to her husband’s leg and was dragged behind him as they walked him to the squad car. Amir let her know everything would be okay. An officer approached and asked, “Do you guys have a place to go for the next couple of nights?”

The officer assured Bernice that she and the kids would be okay. Mrs. LaSalle packed herself and her children some clothes. Then, they were driven to a nearby hotel, where they resided for the next two days.

On the day of sentencing, Mrs. LaSalle made sure she was front and center at her husband’s hearing. The judge gave leniency because of the circumstances provided by the lawyer and sentenced Amir to twenty-five years. Mrs. LaSalle was heartbroken. There was no way she could stay away from her husband that long. Every weekend, Kendra, her sister, and mother took the Greyhound to visit their father. Seeing him every weekend helped to ease the pain in their mother’s heart.

*****

Kendra set the picture on the mantel and continued cleaning. After everything was boxed up, she put the boxes in the garage. Kendra knew that all of these events had happened for a reason. She felt it was God that had led her to leave her house that night. She thought about calling Trent, but the thought went away. Kendra went outside to get the mail. As she opened the door, she found Trent standing in the doorway. He startled her.
Why is it that, every time I think about him, he shows up?
Kendra wondered.

“
Hey, shawty. Are you gonna let me in?” Trent asked, standing there with some tulips, a box of chocolate, and a puppy dog look on his face.

Reluctantly, Kendra stepped aside to let him pass. Trent set everything on the counter and took a seat at the bar.

“
Ma, I can’t sleep one more night without you. Baby, I know you have every right to be upset. I know I fucked up, but I’m here to right my wrong. You are my foundation, my rock, my wifey. It’s you that I want and need. Those other bitches don’t mean shit.” Trent poured his heart out. He figured, if he was just open about the situation, that it would make it easier for her to forgive him. Kendra didn’t know what to say or how to react. She wanted to slap him for all the turmoil he had put her through, but her mother had taught her to let bygones be bygones.

“
Trent, being apart from you has helped me realize some things, so I hope when I say this you don’t get mad.”

Kendra looked into Trent’s eyes. She could tell that he was being sincere, but what if she went back and things hadn’t changed? She didn’t want to risk it, but she, also, didn’t want to sleep alone any longer. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

“
What if things don’t work out, Trent? Then, what?”

Trent lowered his head. He was tired of battling with Kendra. He just needed for her to give him another chance. He was sure that he could make it right, but, sometimes, it felt like, for every step forward he took, he got knocked two steps back.

“
Ken baby, I’ll tell you what. I’mma show you how serious I am. I’mma give you a week, and nothing more than a week, to think about it.”

Trent drew Kendra closer and kissed her gently. To his surprise, she didn’t resist his embrace. He decided to take it a step further. He slid his hand over her breasts and teased her nipples. Kendra threw her head back in pure ecstasy. She hadn’t been touched in three weeks, and, to her, it seemed like Trent had the magic touch to take her over the edge. She kissed Trent hungrily as she guided him to the sofa. She took off her tank top, exposing her hardened nipples. Trent wasted no time in licking around her areola before sucking her nipples one at a time, devouring each one.

Kendra grinded her pelvis against Trent’s dick. He lifted her in the air and snatched off her boy shorts. He licked his lips when he saw her clean shaven pussy. Trent laid Kendra on the floor and spread her legs wide open. He stuck his index finger inside her canal and moved it in a circular motion. He softly kissed in between her thighs. Then, he eased to her center. He licked and sucked like it was his last meal on earth, and he kept his finger going at a steady pace. He felt Kendra’s legs wrap around his neck, putting a lock on him. He stopped for a brief second. Kendra arched her back. As her body yearned for more, she whispered, “Please don’t stop.” Kendra turned him on his back and went for his jewels. She grabbed his dick like she speaking into a mic. Twisting her hands around the shaft like she was grinding pepper, she cuffed his balls with the palm of her hand and sucked on each testicle. She, then, deep throated, gagging just a bit. Trent cried out in pure pleasure. He couldn’t take any more. He wasn’t ready to cum until he was deep inside her womb.

Trent eased Kendra’s legs over his shoulders. He then rubbed the head of his dick on her clit until her pussy swallowed him whole. As soon as he entered, Trent didn’t move. He just wanted to feel the warmth of her, but Kendra moved her hips to an imaginary beat in her head.

“
My lil mama missed daddy, huh?” Trent said confidently.

Kendra remained silent, but she continued to gyrate her hips. Her breathing became heavy as she busted her first nut. She was in a zone of her own. She needed to feel love, but, at the same time, she wanted to feel hatred towards him. Their lovemaking session was very emotional for both of them. Trent had really missed her. For Kendra, it was more pain than love. Kendra was on to busting nut number two. She was elated.
Damn. I need to break up with him more often,
she thought.

After what seemed like hours of lovemaking, Kendra gathered up Trent’s things. Once she had all his belongings, she handed them to him.

“
Damn, Ken! A nigga can’t cuddle with you? If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were treating me like a whore,” Trent chuckled. “A’ight, ma. I’mma give you a pass. Have your bags packed in a week. I’m coming back for you.”

Trent planted a wet kiss on Kendra’s forehead while sliding his jeans and Timbs on.

“
Just make sure you’re ready when I come back,” he said as he walked out the door. He got in his truck and drove away feeling like he had just accomplished a life-long goal.

*****

On the way back to the block, Trent thought about his master plan. He needed to keep Nicole on his team, but, he also knew her time was up. “Shit! All I have to do is give her some bomb dick, and she’ll be cool,” he said out loud.

It was cool having a woman around who didn’t complain about anything he said or did as long as he kept his dick in her mouth or fucked the shit out of her. “All good things must come to an end,” Trent spoke, saying the words loud and clear.

That day, Trent wasn’t on the block to serve; he was there to collect his paper from consignments. Trent wanted to create an empire. That was his hustler’s dream. Money made Trent’s dick hard. If someone didn’t have all his money, it was hell to pay. Trent leaned on his truck, waiting for workers and other drug dealers to bring him his loot. He wasn’t even on the block a good thirty minutes before all his money was in his hands, all except for this one dude named JD. He was becoming more of a problem for Trent. It had been a month since he’d been playing with Trent’s money. JD didn’t know it yet, but his actions were about to cause his demise.

One of Trent’s workers let him know that JD was at the Bottoms in San Julian Park, flossing his new ride and jewelry and passing out money to the smokers.

“
Man, Trent, he is out there making you look bad, saying how he got all this off your expense,” the worker informed.

He looked up to Trent as a mentor. He hoped to someday be like him.

“
I swear I wanted to pop him right then and there, but you know I would had to spray everyone,” the worker said.

Trent nodded his head at this new information. He looked at his young protégé. Then, he said, “You did right to leave him for me. Now, I need you to do me a favor. Get him to come to the bar around the corner on Spring. Treat him to a couple of drinks, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Trent said as he went to the back of his truck and grabbed his hoodie.

The worker was extra hyped. He gave Trent dap and said, “I’m gonna set that up right now.”

The worker dialed up JD to set it up. Within the hour, JD and the worker were in the bar drinking and chopping the breeze. The worker kept a tab running at the bar, so JD could get more comfortable with him. The plan was to get him drunk enough so that Trent could lure him to the back and peal his cap. So far, everything was going as planned.

Thirty minutes later, Trent walked into the bar. He was wearing his hoodie and a cap so low that his eyes were covered. You would have thought he was Jay-Z or somebody, but the camouflage was necessary because no one could know who he was. Trent moved in, swiftly approaching his protégé like he was interested in copping some ya-yo. Trent’s protégé Marquise went back over to where JD was sitting and said, “Aye, my man behind us wants a quarter pack. I need to hit up Trent, so he can bring it to me.”

“
Fuck that Trent nigga. I’m the muthafuckin’ man ‘round here. You ain’t heard? I ran that nigga outta business,” JD said with a drunken slur.

Marquise was just as eager for JD to meet his maker. He wanted to pop his wig right then and there, but he knew he had to stick to the plan. Trent kept his finger on the trigger, anxious to get JD out back.

JD rose from his seat and yelled to Trent, “Only bitches need a nigga to speak for them.”

JD chuckled, thinking what he said was funny. Trent just nodded his head, walking out the door. Trent walked around the block to a small alley located between two hotels. He bent down behind his car and acted like he was fixing his shoe. He could hear Marquise and JD walking towards the car.

“
Fuck this nigga doing?” JD spat.

When JD finally realized what was going on, it was too late. Trent cocked his .38 at JD’s head, scaring JD so much that he pissed on himself.

“
Yeah, nigga. I don’t hear you wolfing that big shit now,” Trent spoke heatedly. “Any last words before I send you to the place of no return.”

“
Aye. C’mon, Trent. I was just bullshitting. I have your money in my car. Just don’t shoot. We can work this out,” JD said, trying to compromise, holding out the keys to his car. Marquise snatched them out of his hands. Trent laughed.

“
Look at this pussy-ass nigga. Trent, he deserves to die,” Marquise said.

Trent didn’t have the time or the patience to hear a pathetic excuse. He figured JD had just written a check his ass couldn’t cash, and it was time for him to pay the piper. Trent pressed the gun against JD’s temple and squeezed the trigger. Trent watched JD’s lifeless body hit the pavement. Afterwards, he tucked his gun away. Then, he got into his work car with Marquise in tow and drove away. He continued his day like nothing had happened. When he dropped Marquise off around the corner from the park, he said, “Make sure to get the whip and meet me back at the spot in twenty minutes.”