“Damn! Dead weight ain’t no joke,” he said as he dragged Nia’s body. After positioning them in the basement, Marcos found gasoline cans. He doused the basement down, making sure that he thoroughly drenched both bodies. Marcos ran to the top of the stairs. He, then, took his shirt off and took a lighter out of his pocket. He lit the shirt. Then, he flung it to the bottom of the stairs. He watched to see if the sparks would catch.
Kendra finally drove up the street to the old parking lot like Marcos had insisted and patiently waited for him to return. Her shoulder throbbed, so she added pressure to subside the pain. “My life is one hell of a story. If I write it, it may be the next big hit,” Kendra said with confidence.
When Kendra saw flames coming from her sister’s house, panic settled in. Her mouth dropped in awe as the house quickly caught fire. She said a small prayer for Marcos, “Please, Lord, let him make it out okay.”
Kendra waited around an additional five minutes to see if he would arrive. She could hear fire and ambulance sirens in the distance. As the sirens grew closer, Kendra decided it was time for her to go. She drove to Ocean Gate to the Marriot Hotel located off Rosecrans Avenue. There were a lot of people going in and out of the hotel, and she didn’t want to bring any attention to herself. Kendra grabbed a big jacket that had belonged to Wiz from the backseat. She covered herself and grabbed her purse off the passenger seat. She entered the Marriot like she belonged there.
The fire spread faster than Marcus had anticipated. He had to make another escape out the house. He decided to jump out the window. When Marcos jumped out the window, he miscalculated and belly flopped on the concrete. Marcos laid in the same spot for a few moments. He tried getting up, but he fell back down. Once he heard the sirens, he managed to get up. Marcos grabbed the bag off the ground. Then, he hopped the wall to his neighbors backyard. After he made it over, he staggered a few blocks until he flagged down a cab.
As Kendra walked into the hotel, she struggled to keep the jacket over her arm. Kendra looked at the room key. Then, she walked to the elevator. Since the room number on the key was seven-fourteen, it was obvious that the room was on the seventh floor. Kendra stepped into the elevator car and pressed the button for the door to close. As the doors closed, in stepped this tall, Jamaican guy with long dreads and a Bob Marley shirt on.
“Mi gawl, you spill of blood,” he stated.
“Excuse me. What did you say?” Kendra looked confused.
Then, the Jamaican guy pointed to the blood on the floor.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know my wound was that deep,” she said with a half-smile. Kendra wasn’t trying to reveal too much until her purse slipped and, in trying to catch it, she revealed her bullet wound.
“Yuh. Look like yuh gwan need a doctor,” the man stated.
Kendra shook her head, but the Jamaican man insisted, grabbing a hold of Kendra’s hand. Kendra couldn’t resist because she was starting to feel weak.
“Don’t worry, mi gwal. Mi know how to take care of yuh.”
The man walked to a room that was at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. The Jamaican told Kendra to relax and get comfortable.
“Mi gwan take care of yuh real good.”
He took some Jamaican rum from the counter and some pills. Then, he went to get a bag. Kendra sat on the chair. As her eyes roamed around the nice size room, she wondered if she should let the stranger work on her arm. Whatever her answer was she had to decide now.
“Is this going to take a long time? I have to meet my brother in-law,” Kendra managed to say. She yawned and stretched her arms. The powerful scent of marijuana burned her nostrils. The Jamaican man came from out of the bathroom with a weed filled zigzag in his hand.
“Yuh gwan bleed to death. Don’t worry. Mi have yuh better soon. Drink some of this and smoke this.”
He handed Kendra a glass of rum and the blunt. Kendra tried to turn the offer down, but he advised her that she would need it. Kendra hesitantly took the long zigzag filled with Jamaican weed and lit it. She prepared herself for the smoke. Kendra took two pulls on the zigzag and started to choke profusely. The smoke was a bit too much for Kendra’s lungs, and the smoke felt like it was burning her insides. Quickly, Kendra grabbed the rum out of the Jamaican’s hand and proceeded to drink it like water.
“Slow down, gal. Yuh gone hurt yuh self.”
Kendra wiped her mouth. Instantly, she relaxed. Her eyes started to roll around in her head. The Jamaican guy smiled and said, “Told yuh I take care of yuh. Now, this gwan hurt a bit.” He drank some rum straight out the bottle. Then, he poured the rest on Kendra’s open wound. He watched her squirm and cry out in agony. Next, he used a knife which he had sterilized with rubbing alcohol. He relit the long joint. Then, he stuck the knife in the bullet wound, wiggled it around to get the bullet out, and used a thong-like utensil to pull it out. Kendra kicked and screamed. Before she could utter another sound, the bullet was out, dancing in an empty bowl. The Jamaican man had honored his word and helped Kendra out. He stitched and sewed her up.
“If I have to go, how can I repay you?” Kendra asked sluggishly.
Kendra got up, grabbed her purse, and tried to head for the door, but her knees soon buckled. Luckily, the Jamaican guy caught her before she fell.
“Yuh pay mi soon enough, sooner than yuh think,” he smiled.
Kendra hadn’t noticed, but his eyes were bronze like fire. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought he was the devil.
Kendra and the man walked to her room that was located on the same floor. They reached room seven- fourteen. Kendra tried to stick the key in the door, but her hand wouldn’t lift. All Kendra could think about was lying down. Once inside, Kendra found strength to go inside her purse. She pulled out a handful of hundreds, but the man declined her offer. His eyes became fixed on the safe in the corner of the room. That was his main goal.
“Thank you once again. I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name?” Kendra said, trying to keep herself steady as she walking him to the door.
“Just call me Zoo,” he smiled as he opened the door.
Once Zoo was gone, Kendra turned on her heels. She used the wall for leverage. Then, she crawled the rest of her way to the bed.
As soon as she climbed onto the oversized king bed, she was off to dreamland. Never once did it occur to her mind that she was drugged.
Marcos was getting pissed that the cab driver was taking forever and a day to leave the area. He wanted to hurry up and make it to his destination. He had a lot of thoughts, and, furthermore, it was now time for him and Kendra to leave California. Within a short time, their lives had gone from good to bad and from bad to worse, but he knew that it was time. They had to leave before the feds caught up to him. Marcos’ mind flashed to Nia and the times they had shared: the first time they met, the day she got pregnant, and when she had a two day procedure at five and a half months pregnant. That was the most devastating day of his life. Because of his cheating ways, he’d gotten another woman pregnant at the same time as Nia. He could still hear her voice when the girl came to the house to plead with Marcos to leave Nia and be a family with her.
“I know like hell you didn’t have some random bitch pop up at my house and tell me that you’re having a family with her? If I’m not the one and only bitch having your child, then no other bitch can.”
That was all Marcos heard before Nia knocked his side chick upside the head. Then, she pushed the woman
