please.”
The thug felt sorry for Treniyah. He wished that he could have gotten to know her. He wondered what it would have been like to date a young woman as beautiful as she was.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that, ma. If I let you go, we will both end up dead. I already messed up by leaving you in here with my dude, and he violated you. Now, when Wiz gets back, I will have to pay the piper,” he said with anguish in his voice.
He ran to grab a shirt out of his car. This was the second time Treniyah had heard the name Wiz. She made sure his name stuck in her head like cement. She would never forget the name, and, God willing, she was going to make him pay.
The thug made sure she was all cleaned up. He even untied one of her hands, so she could clean down low. He gave her privacy, but he left the door open just in case she tried anything. After Treniyah was done, she put on the extra big Pro Club shirt he had given her. Treniyah stepped out the bathroom and said, “I’m finished now. I guess you can tie me back up.”
The thug grabbed her by the hand and said, “Look. I’mma check us into a motel. Now, I want you to play along like everything is cool. If I feel you tryna be a threat, then you will leave me no choice but to hurt you, understand?” he asked.
Treniyah got the message loud and clear. To her, he was something like a hero. Although he had kidnapped her and was keeping her hostage, he had also killed his friend for raping her. She felt somewhat safe, so she agreed to follow the rules.
“Understood,” she said.
They drove to a motel on the east side of Long Beach. After checking in, the thug sent Wiz a text message to let him know about their new location.
Chapter 11
Wiz drove up to his home. Kendra was waiting in the lobby for him. He could tell that she had been crying.
“Sup, beautiful. What’s the matter?” he asked her once he stepped inside.
Kendra hugged him with passion, making Wiz laugh. He said, “I’m happy to see you, too.”
They went to his unit. Once inside, Kendra finally blurted out, “I’m done with trifling, no good-ass niggas. Fuck that dumb shit.”
Wiz let Kendra spaz out. Once she was done, she apologized for letting her emotions come out.
“It’s alright, baby girl. I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.”
He already knew all about what was going on. He had a smile so bright in his heart because he knew Trent was out the way.
“Nah, I can’t sit here and talk about another nigga, but what I do know is that he and I are completely over.”
“That’s what’s up, so are you ready to be mines. I was only playing in the background until that nigga messed up, and, since he has, I’m ready to play up front,” Wiz said with a smile.
Kendra didn’t really want to rush into things, but she was quickly falling in love with Wiz, and she couldn’t control how she felt.
Wiz’s phone went off. He checked his message. Instantly, his smile turned into a frown.
“Baby girl, I have to go handle some biz, but I want you here when I get back home, so please don’t go anywhere. Ken, just make yourself comfortable. Anything you want or need is here for you. Kick up your feet and relax.”
When Wiz was back on his way to Long Beach, he called the young thug back and said, “Please tell me why the fuck you’re in a motel right now. I thought I gave y’all simple niggas an easy task- just keep an eye out. Did you ask me if you could relocate? I’m on my way, nigga.”
Wiz hung up before the young thug could answer.
Treniyah asked if everything was okay. The young thug didn’t respond. To make matters even worse, he hadn’t told Wiz about the dead body. He figured he would let him know when he arrived. The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He made sure Treniyah was still tied up before opening the door.
“I swear I can’t let little boys do a grown man’s job. All y’all had to do was watch her and don’t say shit, but see y’all can’t do that shit. And you wanna tell me why the fuck Tone is laying dead in my spot?”
“I know you said to watch her, and that’s what we were doing, or, at least, I thought we were until Tone wanted to do his own thang. I tried talking him out of it, but, then, the nigga started rambling, saying ‘fuck you’ this, that, and the third. At that point, there wasn’t no reasoning with him, so I left out the house and sat at the doughnut shop because I didn’t want any parts of it. When I came back, he was on top of her,” he answered, hoping Wiz would lighten up.
“You saved your own ass, but you never smoke your boy over a bitch,” Wiz said, letting the words sink into the young thug’s mind. Then, he said, “A’ight! I’m gonna send someone to discard the body.”
As he left, Wiz sent a text message to one of his other boys.
“This is a collect call from the Los Angeles County Jail. You have a collect call from Marcos.”
Nia’s heart skipped. She hurriedly pressed five, interrupting the recording. She waited until Marcos started speaking.
“Hey, love! They got me on some bullshit-ass charge. Call Trent on three way and see what’s up.”
Nia did as she was told and called Trent on three way. When he picked up, she said, “Hey, Trent. I have Marcos on the other line. I’mma connect you.”
Nia transferred the call and asked, “Bay, you there? Trent, you there?”
Both men said yeah at the same time. Then, she said, “Okay. I’mma let y’all talk, but I’m not putting the phone down.” Nia let the two men speak.
“So, what are they saying?” Trent asked.
“Man, they tryna stick me with a sell. I go see the magistrate tomorrow at nine A.M. I don’t know what my bail’s looking like. Hopefully, it ain’t high,” Marcos stated.
“Don’t trip, my nigga. We got you. We’ll bail you out,” Trent said.
“What about Prop 36?” Nia asked.
“I never had the drugs on me, just that twenty that was marked money. Bay, just make sure you’re here tomorrow please,” Marcos said.
“I’ll be there, bay. That’s my word,” Nia answered.
“Hold the line. My mom’s is calling in,” Trent said. He clicked over and said, “Hey! What’s going on, Ma?”
“Have you heard from your sister? I haven’t seen her all day, and, when I call her phone, it goes straight to voicemail,” Mrs. Moore said. Her voice was full of concern.
“Nah, ma. I haven’t heard from her. She’s probably chilling with her friends, or she may be with Nicole. No need to panic. That girl is a grown woman.”
“Then, why would she leave her car at home? You know how your sister is. If she goes anywhere with somebody, she’s always taking her damn car.”
“Hold on, ma,” Trent said and clicked back over. He told Nia to let him know everything that happened at court
