“If that nigga ain’t gonna come to me, might as well come to him. Fuck waiting,” Wiz yelled on the phone.
Wiz was heated that Trent hadn’t shown up for his sister. He was more than ready to take him out. He was now rolling through the streets of Los Angeles in an attempt to find Trent. He even went back to the DT post and waited for Trent to slip up. Wiz made his presence felt when he stepped out. He wore Iceberg jeans with a black shirt and some Gucci shoes. His pinky ring was encrusted with so many diamonds that it could’ve made anyone who looked directly at it go blind. His hair was neatly tapered, and, in his ears, he wore Cartier diamond earrings. Everyone’s head turned as soon as he got out his 745Li. His gun was tucked in his waist with the safety on.
It must have been fate. It seemed like a dream had finally came true for Wiz because he was now face to face with his arch enemy.
“Trent, my dude, what has it been? Five or six years?” he asked sarcastically.
Trent stared him down. “Oh, yeah! It was six years ago that you buried your cousin, wasn’t it?” Trent said in a menacing tone. Trent smirked, knowing he had one up on Wiz.
Wiz joined in the laughter and said, “Yeah, I hope you find your sister. Would hate for anything to happen to her.”
Trent removed his.9mm from his waist. Wiz cocked his at the same time.
“So, you just gonna shoot me in front of all these people?” Wiz asked.
Trent looked around. Wiz had caught him off guard. As Trent lost his focus, Wiz used the opportunity to his advantage and caught Trent with a right hook. The powerful punch instantly put him to sleep. Wiz pointed his gun at Trent’s temple. A flashback of when he had found his cousin came to his mind. He shot aimlessly and with his eyes closed. The crowd dispersed, running and taking cover. After several shots, he opened his eyes and realized that he hadn’t hit his target. While Trent was still on the ground, Wiz kicked him repeatedly until he heard someone yell out. Wiz hopped in his 745Li and sped off. His adrenaline was pumping at full speed. He couldn’t believe that he’d had Trent in his hands and had just let him slip away. The ringing of his phone made him come back to reality.
“Is it done yet?” the voice asked over the phone. Wiz turned on his Bluetooth through the radio and said, “I still need a little more time, Pops.” Wiz hated saying those last words.
“I’m going to give you one more week or it’s gonna be you and him six feet deep,” Wiz’s father spoke to him like he was nothing more than a nigga on the street. He knew that the stakes were high. His father wanted Trent dead, or he was going to be dead right along with him. Wiz knew the seriousness in his tone all too well, so Wiz was determined to make things happen.
At the room, Treniyah was begging for her freedom, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Because she wasn’t sure, if she was going to make it out alive, she begged Ness to let her talk to her parents, so she could let them know she was okay.
“Please, Ness, you are my last hope. I have to let them know I’m alright,” she pleaded with him almost to the point of tears.
“Now, you know that’s not going to happen, ma,” he informed her. Ness felt sorry for her. He wished that he could rescue her and make her his, but the harsh reality of it was he wasn’t ready to die. Treniyah started crying uncontrollably and hyperventilating.
“If you had a child, wouldn’t you wanna know where your child was if she just up and disappeared? I guess you don’t have a heart,” Treniyah said as she continued to cry.
“I have a son that I would die and go to hell for if something was to ever happen to him,” Ness replied.
“So, you can relate to where I’m coming from. Please let me make this call. This will be my last request. You can even dial star 67 when you call. Just please let me make this call.”
Ness felt sympathy and compassion for her. He thought about his son and how he would have felt if someone kidnapped him and the things he would have gone through to get him back.
“Aight, ma, only cuz I like you, but you can only talk for a minute and it has to be on speaker phone, you hear me?” Ness looked directly in her eyes. He knew he was going against the grain but, deep down inside he had a heart, and, if the shoe was on the other foot, he would want someone to do the same for him.
“I promise. Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me,” Treniyah said, wiping away her tears with her free hand. She blurted out the numbers so fast he had to ask her to slow down. As she calmed down, Treniyah repeated the numbers slowly, so he could dial each number properly. They each held their breath as the phone rang numerous times.
“Damn, ma. I guess no one’s home,” Ness said, ready to hang the phone up, but Treniyah cried out, “Please just let the phone ring. I’m sure someone will answer.” The phone rang a few more times before a woman answered.
“Hello. Moore residence,” Mrs. Moore spoke.
“Mom, I love you very much, and I’m okay!” Treniyah shouted.
“Oh, my Lord. Thank you, Jesus. Niyah, God has answered my prayers,” her mother spoke through the tears.
After giving thanks, she bombarded Treniyah with a ton of questions, just like any mother would have: “Where are you? Are you okay? Who are you with? Are you being held for ransom?”
Ness was paranoid, and he kept looking over his shoulders, anticipating that Wiz would make a surprise appearance. At the one minute mark, Ness twirled his fingers in a circular motion to let her know that her time was almost up.
“Mom, please don’t cry. I’m okay. Tell Daddy and Trent that I love them very much and that I hope to see y’all soon,” Treniyah said with tears coming down her eyes.
After a week of spending romantic time with Wiz, Kendra decided that it was time to face the music. It was time to end things with Trent. She had given him all the chances in the world, and she didn’t have room for anymore. Like always, Trent was nowhere to be found. Seeing the house out of order, Kendra immediately started cleaning.
“This nigga had the audacity to get another bitch pregnant. Am I that bad of a woman?” Kendra asked herself. After cleaning, she went inside of her room and gathered all of Trent’s things. She threw them in a large trash bag. She was through and wanted to make sure he didn’t have a reason to come back. Kendra took a nice, hot bubble bath and sipped a glass of wine while listening to you “Your Child” by Mary J Blige. She sang along with every word. “I feel that shit. Fuck these niggas,” Kendra said as she kept singing along. Kendra let those words sink deep inside. She thought about all the good and the bad. “For six years of my life, I put up with bullshit, excuses, and lies.”
The next morning, Kendra called into work. Unfortunately, her boss was tired of the excuses, too.
“Ms. LaSalle, I’ve tried to be lenient with you because of the loss of your mother, but I think you have taken me and your job for granted. I’m sorry, Ms. LaSalle, but your service is no longer needed here.”
Kendra was shocked. She wanted to tell her boss off, but she quickly thought against it. She took it in stride, but only after she slammed the phone down.
“Fuck! Can my day get any worse?” Kendra spat. Kendra sat back thinking about how her life had done a 180 degree turn in such a short amount of time. She was supposed to have graduated next month, but she had put school on hold, and, now, she had gone from being employed to being fired.
