this?”
Nicole answered, “It’s yours, mama!”
Nia flicked her tongue in and out of Nicole’s ears. Then, she sucked on her neck.
Nia turned Nicole around, putting her on all fours so she could smash her from the back. Nia slapped her ass, causing a wave to ripple through her cheeks.
“Tell me when that pussy cums, baby,” Nia said, pounding even harder against Nicole’s body.
Nicole couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so good. She grabbed a hold of the sheets. The two women came at the same time.
“Damn, ma! I missed this pussy. Don’t ever give it away. Not to Trent, not to no one,” Nia said, pulling Nicole’s hair.
“You don’t have to worry ‘bout that. That nigga pushing up dirt,” Nicole said. She was hers for the keeping. Nia and Nicole laid in bed side by side, breathing heavily.
“Now that we’re ten million dollars richer, what are we going to do?” Nicole asked.
She had played her part to the fullest. Even though it had pained her to kill Trent, how many ass whooping was she going to take?
Now that Kendra was out of jail and wasn’t going to be charged for the murder of Wiz, Nia hoped like hell that the second part of her plan worked. Nia loved her sister, but always seeing her on top had made her envious.
When Kendra was at work and Trent and Marcos were on the block, Nia made her way to the house. Nia went straight for the hidden compartment in the wall behind the fireplace. Nia removed Kendra’s gun and replaced it with her own, and, since the gun was registered, when ballistics came back, it pointed right at Kendra.
Kendra was rolling around the streets of L.A., trying to get a hold of her sister, but her phone kept sending her to voicemail. Kendra drove by her sister’s house, but no one was there. Kendra rolled through DT and spotted Marcos. She honked her horn, flagged him down, and told him to come talk to her. Kendra threw her car in park and blocked traffic. Once Marcos realized who Kendra was, he rushed to her.
“Ken baby, what are you doing down here?”
Instantly, Kendra was irritated. She said, “You tell me what’s going on? I’ve been calling Nia all day, and she hasn’t answered my calls. I know y’all got that safe?”
Marcos looked around. Then, he got in on the passenger side of the car.
“Drive, Ken,” Marcos said through gritted teeth.
Kendra obliged, pulling back into traffic.
“Marcos, did you and my sister come and get that safe? It wasn’t there when I went home.”
Kendra glanced at Marcos for an explanation. When Kendra found a place to park, Marcos turned his attention to Kendra.
“What’s going on, Ken? Seems like something’s bothering you?” Marcos asked, trying to show concern for her.
Kendra started to get upset again. She was turning red. Her face was now the color of her hair, and her green eyes were now shades of gray.
“Can you fucking answer my question? Did you guys come and get the safe?”
“We never got the call from you, so we thought everything was cool between you two. So, calm down,” Marcos answered.
“How did I get married, and I just got outta jail?” Kendra asked.
Marcos look as if he didn’t understand.
“Jail?” he asked.
“Like Nia didn’t tell you I was in jail for possession of a gun,” Kendra said, full of skepticism.
“Damn, Ken. You going to jail on a weapons charge is hard to believe. This nigga got you doing faulty shit. Where’s the nigga at now?” Marcos asked.
Instead of answering, Kendra laughed out loud like she was crazy. Then, she answered, “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Kendra, stop beating around the bush and talk to your bro-in-law.” Marcos was tired of playing games. He was ready for Kendra to come out with it already. “I’m waiting, baby girl.” He rubbed his temple.
A thick lumped formed in Kendra’s mouth, making it hard for her to swallow. It took her awhile to form the words as she tried not to relive that moment.
“I killed him. That’s where he’s at.”
Kendra had finally admitted it to someone. She stared off into space and unconsciously brushed her hair out of her face.
“My concern is the safe, and, if y’all fucked me, you will pay the consequences.”
Marcos got out the car. Then, he closed the door and leaned in through the passenger window.
“Meet me at the house now,” Marcos insisted.
Then, he walked away, heading to his car with Kendra driving slowly behind him. He didn’t understand this new revelation that Kendra had told him, but he would soon find out. He called Nia’s phone, but she sent him to voicemail as she had done Kendra.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the house Marcos shared with Kendra’s sister. Marcos parked in his usual parking space while Kendra searched up and down the street for a spot. After stalking an older couple, Kendra was finally able to park her car.
“I swear y’all live in a fucked up neighborhood,” Kendra complained.
There were kids playing tag football in the middle of the street. Forty ounce bottles were lined up against the neighbor’s fence and dogs with no leashes roamed the streets, looking for something to eat.
“This is that L.A. life you love, though,” Marcos said as he caught a football that came flying his way. He ran out into the streets and faked a pass. Then, he ran to a make-believe end zone that was lined by trash cans.
Marcos walked in the house out of breath. His nostrils flared at the good smell of garlic and herb pasta and rosemary chicken. Kendra walked in behind him and immediately started going off.
“Damn, bitch! I’ve been calling your ass all damn day. A bitch been sitting behind bars all week, and you couldn’t pick your sister up?” Kendra asked, slamming her purse on the counter.
“Kendra, shut that shit up. I bailed your ass out, didn’t I? Now, you’re complaining. I swear bitches are ungrateful!” Nia spat back.
Seeing the tension about to sprew over, Marcos stepped between them to diffuse the confrontation that was about to spark.
“Mmm, baby, you have the house smelling good,” he said, sniffing the air. Then, he placed a kiss on her cheek.
Nia smiled and said, “Thank you, baby.”
“Ahem! Hello! Now, was that nice? Can you answer me?” Kendra yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Bitch, I don’t owe you anything, but, since you must know, I was out and about, handling business and getting shit organized. I’ve been running around to make sure you would be straight when you came home,” Nia admitted, pointing to the bags of clothes from almost every store in L.A., including Gucci, Prada, Saks Fifth Avenue, Sheik,
