After the service, everyone gathered at Rose Hill Forest Lawn to pay their last respects while Treniyah was put in her final resting place.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Everyone, bow your heads in prayer,” the pastor said.
Mrs. Moore screamed out, “No! Let me go with my baby. Please let me go.”
She tried to throw herself in the ground to be with her daughter. Trent, Marcos, and Marquise had to restrain her from jumping in. Family and friends formed a single line to give Treniyah’s immediate family a hug. Kendra hugged Trent for a long time, telling him how sorry she was. Trent lifted her left hand and her engagement ring.
“I see you don’t waste time. I know he better be good to you,” Trent said, holding her hand up to his mouth to plant kisses on it. He was surprised at the size of her ring. Trent made a mental note to check dude out.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
“Please, Trent. Let’s not do this. This is not the time or the place,” Kendra said loudly, but she quickly lowered her voice when she noticed people looking on. “Look. I will always love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore.”
Kendra gave Trent one last hug and walked away. She never noticed the black SUV parked a little ways away from the crowd. In the SUV sat Wiz and a couple of his partners. They were waiting for a clear view of Trent, so they could take him out. The rifle was pointed in the direction of Trent, ready for fire, but, when he saw Kendra, Wiz put a cease to the fire.
“My nigga, we got him right here, right now. I’m ready to pull the trigger,” one of the dudes said.
“Nah, my nig. Not right here,” Wiz said. They drove away.
Kendra decided not to join the family at the repast. She hugged Trent’s parents once more. Then, she told her sister and Marcos that she was leaving.
“I’ll call you later, sis. Promise.” Kendra blew a kiss before she headed to her car.
Trent and his parents said their last goodbyes as Treniyah’s casket was put in the ground. Mrs. Moore lost it again. She threw her body on the casket.
“Not my baby! No! Please take me with her.”
This time, the pallbearers had to pick her up off the casket. Trent couldn’t fathom watching any longer. He whispered something in Marquise’s ear. Then, they jumped in the car and hit the pavement. Unsure of where they were headed, Marquise finally asked, “Where to, my nig?”
“Take it to the house,” Trent responded.
Now, what they did not know was that someone was lurking, ready to spring everything into action. When they arrived back at the house, Marquise parked the car on the opposite side of the street to give enough room for the rest of the family. They exited the car and made their way across the street. As soon as Trent got ready to put the key in the door knob, shots rang out. Marquise was hit in the back. Trent spun around quickly with his pistol drawn.
“What the fuck?” Trent yelled out as he was met with the.9 mm that was clutched inside of Nicole’s hand.
“Surprise, nigga. You didn’t think I would survive.”
This was the last thing Trent heard before the bullet caught him in his head. Nicole watched as his body slumped to the ground.
“Payback is a bitch nigga,” Nicole said, spitting on Trent.
Then, she shot Marquise once more. Nicole put her gun back in her waist and calmly walked off the porch. She could hear sirens and see neighbors looking out their windows and doors, but she didn’t care anymore. She had been Trent’s punching bag one too many times, and she had reached her limit. Nicole noticed the family cars returning from the burial. She smiled and waved. Then, she walked to the car that was waiting on the corner for her. She hopped in without looking back.
Wiz and his crew were chilling in the crib, watching
“Yo, bitch ass need to take that nigga out before I…”
Wiz rose to his feet with his gun cocked and ready for action.
“Before you what? Speak up, nigga. I can’t hear you.”
Wiz was still waiting for an answer while holding the gun at an angle.
“Man, my nigga, you gonna shoot me?” his partner asked.
Wiz cocked the gun, ready for whatever, but hearing Kendra’s voice made him stop.
“Saved by grace, nigga. Now, get the fuck up outta here,” Wiz commanded, tucking his gun back in his holster. His friend gave Wiz a menacing stare as he brushed down the hall almost knocking Kendra to the floor.
“Damn! Excuse you,” Kendra said, using the wall for balance. “Hey, baby! What’s going on? Everything okay?”
Kendra kissed Wiz on the lips. Then, she kicked her shoes off and flopped down on the couch. Wiz didn’t say anything. He barely acknowledged her presence. Kendra looked around the room. She didn’t know what she had stepped into, but the living room was awkwardly silent. Kendra released the rubber band from around her ponytail and let her hair fall all over her shoulders.
Wiz finally broke the silence when he said, “Anybody else, you can either leave out or get carried out. The choice is yours.”
Everyone got up and headed for the door. They knew Wiz was serious, and no one uttered a word. They just made their exit.
“Wow, babe! Are you alright?” Kendra asked, unbuttoning her blouse and belt. Wiz still didn’t say anything. Kendra was getting annoyed by the minute. The one thing she hated was for someone to ignore her. She picked up her belongings and put them in the dirty clothes hamper. Wiz grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, causing Kendra to bite her tongue. She tried to grab a hold of Wiz’s arm, but he smashed her head into the wall.
“Bitch, you’re supposed to be marrying me. Instead, you keep running to that nigga’s aid. Bitch, are you still fucking him?” Enraged, Wiz tossed Kendra to the floor.
Kendra didn’t understand where all this was coming from. What she did know was that she had her.357 in the trunk of her car. Until she could make it to her car, she was going to fight back. In a split second, Wiz had gone from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. Within minutes after the little episode, he attempted to console her like nothing had ever happened. Wiz was now being attentive to Kendra. He took a wash rag, wet it, and cleaned Kendra’s face.
“I’m sorry, baby. I love you. Every time I see you with Trent, I go crazy. I promise you. I will kill anybody that fucks you over,” Wiz said while rubbing Kendra’s hair.
In Kendra’s mind, she knew they would never get married. She sat quietly as tears poured out her eyes. Even Trent had never laid a hand on her.
“I love you, too, baby,” Kendra said, trying to keep the peace.
Wiz walked over to the closet where he kept a safe that obtained jewelry, money, and guns. Kendra pretended to be asleep, but she watched closely as Wiz punched in the combination. Wiz pulled out a silver dress and sling backs made with diamonds. He had bought them from Saks Fifth Avenue. He called Kendra, “Babe, you ‘sleep. I bought this dress. I want you to wear this when we get married in Cancun.”
Kendra eyes widened when she saw all the money in the safe, but she pretended to be excited with the things Wiz had bought for her.
“Aww, baby. This is so beautiful. Thank you so much.”
Kendra beamed like a little girl. All the while, she kept her eyes on the money.
“Do you know the name of the hotel we’ll be staying at once we get there?” Kendra asked, playing along and trying to mask the anger and hurt that laid deep within.
