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.”
More than twenty minutes later, Trent, along with Marcos, was anticipating Marquise’s arrival, and Trent was getting annoyed.
“Nigga, we ‘bout to be on,” Marquise said.
Trent looked on with a confused expression. Marquise picked up on the expression that Trent wore. Then, he started to explain what he had found in the trunk of car.
“I drove the car to a strip mall down by Trade Tech College. When I found a parking space, I popped the trunk to make sure shit was kosher. I stumbled on more than what my eyes planned to see,’’ Marquise said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Fuck this nigga on?” Marcos asked.
Trent gave him the low down on the events that had taken place earlier.
“So, what did you find?” Trent asked, raising a brow.
Trent sat on the stool across from Marquise. He liked the young dude, but he would bust a slug in him without warning if he didn’t like what Marquise had to say.
“I’mma need help with these duffle bags,” Marquise said as he walked out the door.
Once at the car, Marquise popped the trunk. Trent’s and Marcos’s eyes lit up. Each one carried a duffle bag back inside. One was filled with money. The money was thrown around everywhere inside the bag. The other two smaller duffle bags contained all kinds of drugs, from crack cocaine to ecstasy.
Trent dumped the money and drugs on the floor. There was so much money that he didn’t even want to count it. He could look and tell there was way more than a hundred grand. He took out ten stacks and passed them to Marquise. Then, he stashed the dope and money in tiny compartments in the bedroom.
“Take the car down to Jorge’s Garage on Figueroa and Ninety-Fifth. Tell him I sent you. He will know what to do. He owes me big time,” Trent said to Marquise. “Make sure you have someone to meet you down there.”
Once Marquise was gone, Marcos lit a blunt and asked, “What’s up with you and Kendra. What you going to do?”
“Shit! She will be back at home on Friday. Don’t even trip, my nigga,” Trent said with a smile and confidence in his voice. “I’m gonna catch up with you later. I was handling shit before I was interrupted.”
Trent laughed. Then, he gave Marcos dap and left the house. Trent decided to wait before telling Nicole she had to bounce. He just wanted to have his dick sucked, smoke a blunt, and chill. When he arrived home, Nicole’s bags were sitting by the door. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Trent was glad that she was leaving on her own instead of him making her go. She had made the job much easier for him. Trent rolled himself a fat blunt and turned on the TV. In less than ten minutes, he was out, exhausted from everything and everybody.
Hours later, he was rudely awakened by someone banging on the door. He could hear Nicole screaming, “Trent, I know you’re in there! Now, open the door!”
Furious, he snatched the door open and asked, “Bitch, why the fuck you banging like you the police?”
“Well, I’ve been knocking for fifteen minutes, and I have to pee,” Nicole answered in a whiny voice.
Nicole looked Trent up and down. She could tell something was wrong, but she didn’t want to ask him because that would have been another argument. So far, she had dodged the bullet of getting her ass beat.
“What’s up? Why are your clothes by the door, and where the fuck you coming from?” Trent questioned, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to hear her tell him why.
“I want to be in a relationship, not just here for your convenience,” Nicole stated, sounding sad. She was hoping by telling him her reasons that it would change his mind.
Trent said, “Nicole, I don’t know how many times I have to say-”
“I have a wife, ma,” she said sarcastically, cutting him off and completing his sentence. Then, she said, “I went out with Treniyah. Don’t worry. I had her pick me up and drop me off by the shopping mall, so your secret is safe.”
Trent grabbed his keys and yelled out, “Let’s roll.”
They rode in complete silence. Neither one wanted to say good-bye. In Trent’s mind, he still wanted to fuck her from time to time and have her on his team, but he yearned for the love and the warmth of Kendra. She had been down with him for six years, and it was still going strong. Even though he had wifed her up and made it so she wouldn’t have to want for nothing, she still went out and got a job. She knew about his hustle, but she wasn’t interested in the streets. After he dropped Nicole off at her house, he returned home and, immediately, went to work cleaning up.
“Ha! The games bitches play, but they are no match for the Don Juan,” Trent yelled out.
Chapter 6
The timer on the oven went off, indicating that the roast was now ready. Then, he went to stir the yams and add bacon to the greens. The mac ‘n’ cheese was in the oven, baking to perfection. He knew that this was Kendra’s favorite meal. Although he hustled in the streets, he still knew how to get down in the kitchen. Because of this, his family called him Homeboy or Dee. Everything was perfect. The house was clean and smelling good. Dinner was almost done. Trent was amazed with himself. He patted himself on the back. A few seconds later, Trent’s phone vibrated. He flipped it open and saw it was a message from Kendra. It read: I’M SORRY, TRENT. I’M NOT READY TO COME BACK. PLEASE UNDERSTAND. I LOVE YOU DEARLY, BUT THIS IS ALL TOO SOON. CALL ME IF YOU
