looked out the window and saw Marquise helping Trent to the door. Kendra had the door open before Marquise had a chance to knock on it.
“Oh, my gosh! What happened to him?” she asked, covering her mouth.
Trent had a minor contusion which had formed a large knot.
Marquise was just about to speak when Trent hollered out, “Don’t tell that bitch my business!”
Kendra was appalled and had a sour look on her face. She spat, “I’mma let that shit fly, nigga.”
Kendra got a towel and a couple of ice cubes out the freezer for him to help the swelling come down. Even though he had hurt her, she still had some feelings for him. Marquise helped Trent to the couch. Then, Kendra handed him a towel.
“Trent, we need to talk. Marquise, do you mind?” Kendra asked.
“No, not at all. I’ll just wait outside.”
Marquise walked towards the door to give them some space.
“Nah, nigga, you can stay right here. All of a sudden this bitch wants to talk. I been trying to talk to this bitch for the past several weeks, so, my nigga, stay right here,” Trent said.
“Call me a bitch again, and see what the fuck happens to you, muthafucka,” Kendra threatened.
“Matter fact, nigga, this shit right here has finally come to an end. This bitch don’t need yo raggedy, triflin’, dirty dick-ass any longer. I can’t believe you. You got another bitch pregnant and still wanna come home and fuck me, talkin’ ‘bout you love only me and my ass. I was the dumb one to believe your tired ass!” Kendra screamed. “Speak up, nigga! I can’t hear you!”
“That bitch is lying. She’s not pregnant,” Trent said, trying to defend himself. It was clear that Kendra had found out about him and Nicole, but he would plead the fifth. Like Shaggy’s song said, “It wasn’t me.”
“Ken, why would I get someone else pregnant?”
“So, you’re admitting that you fucked another bitch, right? Oh, yeah, I ran into Nicole the other day, and she confirmed everything and how you’re not only fucking her but her momma, too. A crack head at that, my nigga. You just fuck anything walking,” Kendra screamed, lashing out.
Marquise was in the corner laughing his ass off because Trent had no idea that he had fucked Nicole two months ago.
Trent was at a loss for words. He was ready to kill Nicole as soon as he saw her. Trent stood to his feet and said, “Bitch, you better fall back with all that macho shit. You forget I made your sloppy ass into the woman you are today. If it wasn’t for me, your bitch ass would still be shaking your ass at Starlight and sucking on Bigg Boss’s dick,” Trent smirked.
“If you feeling froggish, leap, mutha fucka,” Kendra, in a rage, yelled as she hopped across the table and proceeded to swing like a mad woman. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, bitch!”
Marquise quickly interfered, trying to hold Kendra back, but she kept screaming, “Fuck you, you limp dick ass nigga! Your dick game whack anyway!”
Trent balled his hand into a fist, but Marquise caught him by the hand and said, “Dawg, I can’t let you go out like that, my nigga. It’s one thing to argue, but I can’t stand here and watch you hit a female.”
“Take yo shit and get yo sorry ass outta my house. Love don’t live at this address anymore!” Kendra screamed with her hands on her hips.
“Let me pack my shit first,” Trent responded, heading towards their room.
“Nah, nigga. Ain’t no need for you to go back there. Your shit is in that trash bag. Leave the key on the table on your way out.”
Kendra grabbed a Louisville slugger from the hall closet and readied to crack Trent upside the head as she said, “Nigga, don’t you ever raise your fist to me, or I’ll be going to jail for murder.”
Once again, Marquise had to intervene because he didn’t want to see his friend get beat with a bat.
“Whoa! This is more than I bargained for. Kendra, you’re too pretty to be wearing someone’s prison colors. I’m gonna make sure Trent leaves. That way you won’t have to catch a case. Just please put the bat down.” Then, after the situation had calmed down, Marquise laughed and said, “Y’all are too much to handle.”
After seeing that neither Trent nor Kendra was ready to back down, Marquise called Marcos to come and diffuse the situation. Marcos showed up in five minutes flat with Nia in tow.
“Damn, nigga. Kendra fucked you up,” Marcos laughed.
“Nah, I didn’t do that. His shit was already knotted when he arrived, but I know, if his ass don’t get outta my house, the other side gonna be lumped up, too,” Kendra said seriously. “He can go live with his baby mama.”
“What baby momma?” Marcos asked, looking dumbfounded.
Nia looked over at Marcos and shook her head as she said, “Nigga, don’t act like you ain’t know about Trent fucking that bitch Nicole.”
Marcos didn’t say a word. He knew all about Trent’s fling, but he didn’t dare say anything. He knew the situation would turn from bad to ugly in 2.5 seconds.
“Ken, you acting like your shit don’t stink. I ain’t no dummy. Your ass ain’t been here all week, so you can miss me with all that bullshit. I ought to go upside yo head,” Trent said, staring directly at Kendra. “Yeah! Now, what? Cat got your tongue?”
“Everybody, get the fuck out my house! Y’all can walk out or leave in a stretcher, whichever one is fine by me!” Kendra yelled.
Marquise was the first one to hit the door. He’d had enough of trying to play Superman, and he wasn’t too keen on taking threats. Kendra grabbed Trent’s bags and threw them outside.
“Muthafucka, I ain’t playing with you. It’s over. It’s a wrap. Get on before you get spit on,” Kendra threatened.
Marcos stood by Kendra, and, even though he didn’t get in between dick and pussy issues, he could tell that Kendra was serious. Trent followed Marquise out the door. Then, he turned and stated, “If I leave, I ain’t coming back.”
“I know. That’s the whole idea. Now, you can go play house with that bitch because this bitch is through,” Kendra yelled. Then, she slammed the door in his face.
Trent jumped in his truck with Marquise.
“Yo! Is she serious?” Marquise asked.
“Nigga, I ain’t worried ‘bout that bitch. We been fell outta love long ago. I got my mind focused on my little sister,” Trent replied.
“What about that nigga Wiz? What we gone do ‘bout him?” Marquise asked.
“It’s a 187 on him, ya heard?” Trent replied.
Trent dropped Marquise over to his baby momma’s house before he went to his parent’s house. Right when he pulled into the driveway, his mother ran out the house screaming, “Trenton, I talked to my baby. Please go find her.” After she said that, Mrs. Moore fell on the ground, crying.
“C’mon, Mom. I don’t wanna see you cry,” Trent said as he helped his mother into the house. “When did you talk to her?”
Mrs. Moore wiped the tears from her eyes as she answered, “She called me a few hours ago.”
“What did she say? Did the number show up on the caller ID?” Trent asked his mother. Sadly, she shook her head.
“All she said was that she loved us and that she was okay. Trent, I need my baby. This is a mother’s worst nightmare.”
She continued to sob in Trent’s arms. Trent felt bad because he was to blame for his sister’s disappearance. His family was unaware that he was behind the murder of Wiz’s cousin, and he had vowed to never reveal it. He just knew he had to get his sister back fast.
Wiz walked in the room and asked, “Y’all muthafuckas ready to die in this bitch?” Wiz slapped the phone from Treniyah’s ear.
“C’mon, man. Don’t be mad at her. It’s my fault,” Ness explained.
Without hesitation, Wiz grabbed his gun and shot Ness twice in the chest, Ness’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook uncontrollably. Treniyah, too scared to scream, but Wiz covered her mouth. Wiz pointed
