Dirtiest Revenge by Cha'Bella Don

behind his car and acted like he was fixing his shoe. He could hear Marquise and JD walking towards the car.
    “ Fuck this nigga doing?” JD spat.
    When JD finally realized what was going on, it was too late. Trent cocked his .38 at JD’s head, scaring JD so much that he pissed on himself.
    “ Yeah, nigga. I don’t hear you wolfing that big shit now,” Trent spoke heatedly. “Any last words before I send you to the place of no return.”
    “ Aye. C’mon, Trent. I was just bullshitting. I have your money in my car. Just don’t shoot. We can work this out,” JD said, trying to compromise, holding out the keys to his car. Marquise snatched them out of his hands. Trent laughed.
    “ Look at this pussy-ass nigga. Trent, he deserves to die,” Marquise said.
    Trent didn’t have the time or the patience to hear a pathetic excuse. He figured JD had just written a check his ass couldn’t cash, and it was time for him to pay the piper. Trent pressed the gun against JD’s temple and squeezed the trigger. Trent watched JD’s lifeless body hit the pavement. Afterwards, he tucked his gun away. Then, he got into his work car with Marquise in tow and drove away. He continued his day like nothing had happened. When he dropped Marquise off around the corner from the park, he said, “Make sure to get the whip and meet me back at the spot in twenty minutes.”
     
    *****
     
    More than twenty minutes later, Trent, along with Marcos, was anticipating Marquise’s arrival, and Trent was getting annoyed. Fuck this nigga taking so long for? I don’t want to have to body this nigga, too, he thought. At that moment, the door to the spot opened up, and Marquise stepped in, wearing a grin on his face.
    “ Nigga, we ‘bout to be on,” Marquise said.
    Trent looked on with a confused expression. Marquise picked up on the expression that Trent wore. Then, he started to explain what he had found in the trunk of car.
    “ I drove the car to a strip mall down by Trade Tech College. When I found a parking space, I popped the trunk to make sure shit was kosher. I stumbled on more than what my eyes planned to see,’’ Marquise said, grinning from ear to ear.
    “ Fuck this nigga on?” Marcos asked.
    Trent gave him the low down on the events that had taken place earlier.
    “ So, what did you find?” Trent asked, raising a brow.
    Trent sat on the stool across from Marquise. He liked the young dude, but he would bust a slug in him without warning if he didn’t like what Marquise had to say.
    “ I’mma need help with these duffle bags,” Marquise said as he walked out the door.
    Once at the car, Marquise popped the trunk. Trent’s and Marcos’s eyes lit up. Each one carried a duffle bag back inside. One was filled with money. The money was thrown around everywhere inside the bag. The other two smaller duffle bags contained all kinds of drugs, from crack cocaine to ecstasy.
    Trent dumped the money and drugs on the floor. There was so much money that he didn’t even want to count it. He could look and tell there was way more than a hundred grand. He took out ten stacks and passed them to Marquise. Then, he stashed the dope and money in tiny compartments in the bedroom.
    “ Take the car down to Jorge’s Garage on Figueroa and Ninety-Fifth. Tell him I sent you. He will know what to do. He owes me big time,” Trent said to Marquise. “Make sure you have someone to meet you down there.”
    Once Marquise was gone, Marcos lit a blunt and asked, “What’s up with you and Kendra. What you going to do?”
    “ Shit! She will be back at home on Friday. Don’t even trip, my nigga,” Trent said with a smile and confidence in his voice. “I’m gonna catch up with you later. I was handling shit before I was interrupted.”
    Trent laughed. Then, he gave Marcos dap and left the house. Trent decided to wait before telling Nicole she had to bounce. He just wanted to have his dick sucked, smoke a blunt, and chill. When he arrived home, Nicole’s