“Monique, not right now,” Trina said, cutting her sister off. “I need to come over right now… Like right, right now.”
“What?” Monique asked, hearing the fear in her sister’s voice – a tone she’d never heard before. “What happened? Why? What that nigga Breon do? He cheat on you or somethin’? Girl, if he hit you, you ain’t gotta be scared to tell me, girl. You know I got your back. Here, let me call Tamar and we can roll up over there on that nigga right now if you want. Don’t sleep. It’s real out here.”
Trina rolled her eyes and shook her head, hoping that one day her sister would stop being the queen of the ghetto. “No, no, no, Monique,” Trina said. “He ain’t cheat on me or nothin’ like that. It’s Dante.”
“Dante?” Monique asked. “Dante who?”
“Dante,” Trina said, now speaking louder. “I ain’t wanna tell you when we met for lunch and stuff, but I knew, well Breon know, that Dante dude you was tellin’ me about.”
“The one that I gotta get off me ‘cause he just won’t let a sexy bitch like me go?” Monique asked.
“Yes, girl,” Trina said. “He out here killing people ‘cause he’s looking for Breon from something that happened way back when. Look, Monique, I ain’t got time to sit on the phone and talk to you all day about this. Breon just left because they supposed to catch up with that Dante guy tonight. You ain’t been talkin’ to him, have you?”
“Girl, no,” Monique said, feeling the seriousness of the situation. “I told you, I was downtown try’na get a restraining order against him.”
“Okay, well if he call, don’t answer,” Trina said. “I’m about to head over to your place okay then we gotta lay low until Breon tell me that they got his ass. He just killed some dude at some store today and he’s coming after Breon.”
“Okay, okay,” Monique said. “Damn, but okay. I’ll be here. Just hurry up and get over here, girl. And watch your back. Text me when you close so I can be out watchin’ and shit, okay?”
Trina agreed and hung up the phone. After checking to make sure that she had what she needed to go to work for at least the next couple of days, she slid back into her coat and grabbed her car keys. She headed out the door, on full alert. Little did Trina know, however, that her efforts would be in vain. The very person that was out to get Breon was now closer than she thought – much closer than she’d thought. And there would be nowhere for her to run. He’d already been fooled once by the side chick; he surely wasn’t going to miss his chance to get the real love of Breon’s life.
***
Dante’s nostrils flared as he waited impatiently at stoplight after stoplight on his way over to the house. He called Trell, practically demanding that he drop whatever he was doing and be there where he pulled up. Dante nodded, happy to see that Trell had done just that. He called in and told Trell to come outside and hop into the van. Once he’d done that, Dante pulled off, driving passed Charles’ seemingly empty store. He pulled up to Hastings Avenue and turned left, now heading toward Breon’s apartment.
“What the fuck is going on?” Trell asked.
Dante turned the radio down so he could explain. “You uncle,” he said, shaking his head. “That bitch got him.”
“What you mean that bitch got him?” Trell asked, pulling the hood of his black hoodie off of his head. “The Nikki chick? The chick we was keepin’ at my daddy house?”
“Yeah,” Dante said, not wanting to worry Trell any more than he needed to. However, he then realized that Trell knowing his uncle had been harmed by the chick could probably motivate him to be the best right hand man. “He called me like a couple hours ago or somethin’ like that. That bitch got ahold of a letter opener and stabbed him in his stomach. I went over there and found him in the basement, blood everywhere and shit, and she was gone.”
“What the fuck?” Trell asked, feeling his heart sink into his stomach. “Is you fuckin’ serious, Dante?”
“Yup,” Dante said. He pulled up to a stoplight then looked at Trell with a very serious face. “Nigga, I need to know if you really serious about this shit.”
Trell looked at Dante with a face that let him know asking such a question was simply not necessary. “Nigga, Dante, you know I been down with you and shit since we got into this shit,” he said. “But if my uncle in the hospital right now, where the fuck is we headed then? What hospital is he in?”
The stoplight turned green and Dante pulled on across. “He in Mercy, downtown,” he answered.
“Mercy?” Trell asked, turning his head and looking back the way they’d come – from the north. “Then why we headed this way?”
Rather than explaining, Dante quickly pulled the folded papers out of his pocket. He tossed them across the console and into Trell’s lap. “I went and got this shit just now,” he said. “That’s that nigga Breon’s home information and shit.”
“Damn,” Trell said. “So now you know where the nigga live?”
“Yup,” Dante said. “And we gon’ roll up over here and get this shit over with as soon as possible. The nigga wasn’t at work today, which mean that he runnin’ scared and shit, which I knew he would ‘cause he a punk ass, bitch ass nigga. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he see me come to his door and shit.”
“But what about my uncle?” Trell asked, looking over the papers. “Is he gon’ be okay?”
“Yeah,” Dante said, reassuring Trell, “he gon’ be okay. The doctor said that he didn’t get hurt in any organs or anything like that and that it would just be a normal surgery and shit. He lost a lot of blood because of that side chick bitch, so it’s good I got to him when I did. Nigga, after we get this nigga Breon, we gon’ find that chick and make sure she know just what the fuck she did. She ain't have to stab your uncle like that. All this shit we doin’ is ‘cause that bitch just had to go fuckin’ shit up.” Dante shook his head, sure that Nikki had always known more than she’d let on. “I knew that bitch was a fuckin’ liar. She knew where this nigga Breon lived all this time and just ain’t wanna say.”
“So, we headed to this nigga Breon’s place right now,” Trell asked for clarification.
“Yup,” Dante answered. “Then, once we get his ass, which is gon’ be tonight no matter what, we gon’ go get your uncle out the hospital. Sneak him out or some shit like that. Get him back to the crib and shit and go after that Nikki bitch for try’na kill him.”
Within ten minutes, as the streets of Chicago were calming down for another cold winter night, Dante was pulling into Breon’s apartment complex. This apartment complex was very similar to the one where they’d followed Breon to get Nikki. Cautiously and very aware of his surroundings, Dante drove the van around until he came to the right building. He rolled by, seeing a couple of empty parking spots in front. “Shit,” he said, looking at the quiet apartment community.
“What?” Trell asked.
Before Dante answered, he pulled the van into a parking spot just fifty feet or so from the entrance to Breon’s building. “I don’t know if that nigga here or not,” he said. He then pulled his gun out of his pocket and checked so see how many bullets he’d put into it. Trell then asked if Dante had any heat for him to carry. Without speaking, Dante reached under the seat and pulled out a second gun. He handed it to Trell. “You sure you can handle this shit, right?”
Trell nodded, looking at the gun. “This ain’t the first time I done used one of these,” he responded. “Hell yeah. Shit, because of this nigga and his fuckin’ mistress or side chick or whatever you wanna call her, my fuckin’ uncle in the hospital and almost died and shit. I wanna get this nigga as much as you do, nigga. Why the fuck we sittin’ out here? Let’s do what we did with the chick and just run up in there and kill this nigga.”
Dante noticed that there was a fire raging in Trell’s soul, and he could totally relate. He grabbed Trell’s arm as he was trying to climb out of the van already. “Hold up, hold up,” he said. “Remember… You wanna keep shit smooth so you don’t make it
worse than it gotta be. Just chill out, okay? We gon’ sit here for a second and see if the nigga come out or go in.”
“Okay, okay,” Trell said, relaxing and leaning back into his seat.
Dante and Trell chilled in the van for the next few minutes. Both of their eyes were locked on the entrance to the building where Breon lived. Just as Dante had decided that it may be their time to move, they saw the door swing open.
“Look,” Dante said, pointing. “Who ‘bout to come out?”
Dante and Trell watched as a female came out, carrying a bag on her shoulder that looked to be full of clothes. Dante looked at Trell and asked, “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
Trell nodded. “Yeah,” he responded. “She sure look like she in a rush somewhere.”
“Exactly,” Dante said, watching as the woman walked out to her car. Dante quickly turned the van’s engine on and pulled out of the parking spot. He slowly rolled around the parking lot until the woman was straight ahead, putting the bag into her trunk. “And she looking around like she gotta watch out for somebody.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Trell said.
“I’mma pull up and when I say go, we jump out and get her,” Dante said. “Let’s just make sure she is who we think she is.” There was no doubt in Dante’s mind that the woman he and Trell were looking at was indeed Breon’s girl – his real girl and not just his side chick.
Dante pressed the accelerator and pulled the van down to the woman. Looking as if she’d seen a ghost, she turned and looked at the green minivan. When she’d made eye contact with Dante then Trell, she knew that her worst fears had come to fruition. Slamming her trunk door, she rushed around to her car door and struggled to get her key into the lock, mumbling words that neither Dante nor Trell could hear.
“Come on,” Dante said, putting the van in PARK.
In swift moves, Dante and Trell hopped out onto the pavement and rushed over to the woman. A scream slipped out of her lips as she began to swing her arms – swings that would mean little to nothing once she’d seen that two guns were pointed at her. “No, please,” she – Trina – said. “Please don’t.”
“Shut up,” Dante said. He glanced around the parking lot to make sure they hadn’t got the attention of any of the neighbors. The parking lot looked dark enough, with enough trucks and vans and SUVs parked nearby, that he doubted anyone would have noticed much or anything. “Where is that nigga, Breon?” he asked, pointing his gun at Trina. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know,” Trina said. “He just left, I swear. He not here.”
“Trina?” Dante asked.
Trina said nothing, not knowing that her silence was all this madman needed to hear.
“She prolly lyin’,” Dante said to Trell. “Look here, nigga. Put this bitch in the van while I go up there and see if this bitch ass nigga is home or not. If he not,” he smiled and snickered, “just wait till he find out that we got his chick for real this time.”
Trina, wondering what this man meant by got his chick for real this time, was pulled toward the van. Pleading for her life, and hoping that neither guy pulled the trigger, she climbed into the back of the van. Trell slammed the door shut and climbed into the driver’s seat, just in case he needed to move the van. Trina sat on the blood-stained backseat, wanting more than ever to scream as she wondered whose blood this was – as she hoped to God that her blood wouldn’t be spilled next.
As Trell made sure that Trina stayed in her place, quietly in the backseat of the van, Dante climbed the stairs. With his gun to his side, he took each step carefully. He wanted to be ready should Breon come rushing out of the apartment door. Dante stepped up to the door and pressed his left ear to the surface. He listened, hearing nothing. Then, with a forceful kick, he kicked the door open and pointed his gun ahead of him.
Dante first searched the living room then checked the kitchen and closets. After this, he checked the two bedrooms then both bathrooms. “Fuck,” he said, as he hurried back down the apartment hallway. Breon was nowhere to be seen. He, however, did not fret much over this. It would only be a matter of time before Breon found out that he’d gotten ahold of Trina – replacing the side chick with the real thing. It would only be a matter of time before Breon would come running, thinking that he’d save the day when really he’d only be putting an end to it.
Dante headed back down to the parking lot, switching places with Trell as Trell climbed out of the driver’s seat and into the front passenger seat. Hearing the van’s tires screech against the parking lot pavement, Dante pulled off and rushed out onto the main street. His heart beat heavily while he struggled to wipe the smile away from his face. There was a sort of thrill in the fact that he’d finally gotten Breon’s girl, Trina. This was almost so that he’d nearly forgotten about Nikki at some moments during the ride. Every so often, he would look back at Trina’s horrified face. Her face would only cause him to imagine Breon’s face for the umpteenth time – a face that would forever be cemented into his memory. There was a strange irony in this situation, as the side chick’s subsequent anger was really to thank for such a thing even occurring.
Trina screamed, “Where the fuck are y’all taking me?” She felt around on the van doors, finding that the ones to her side and in the back must have some sort of child lock protection on them. No matter how hard she tried to open them, they simply wouldn’t budge. She began to bang on the windows, hoping that cars passing by would notice her. This was not the case, however. Not only were people riding around with their windows rolled up, but Chicago had never been the kind of city where people rolled around without their radios playing. Trina looked across and into other lanes of traffic, seeing that people hadn’t the faintest idea that a woman was being kidnapped in the car next to them. This was all so terrifying.
“Quiet her down, Trell,” Dante said, keeping his eyes on the road.
Without hesitation, Trell turned around and pointed the gun at Trina. She froze, looking at the barrel and only hoping that by some miracle, these guns were simply for intimidation and not actually loaded with bullets.
“Calm the fuck down,” Trell said. “Just calm the fuck down.”
Trina knew that wherever she was going was not worth actually getting there. She would rather die than to became a prisoner, or worse, a sex slave. While these all were extreme possibilities, they were certainly possible. With a fight or flight mentally, Trina began banging on the windows so hard that it would only be a matter of time before one of them cracked and shattered. Dante found it difficult to drive, as he worried about cars passing by and how they might notice what was going on. Nothing was going to stop him from getting Breon at this point. To put it simply, he had too much invested. And there was no turning back. Getting Breon would be revenge for himself, while getting Nikki would be revenge for Edric.
“Man, do whatever you gotta do!” Dante said. “I don’t give a fuck. Just shut her up before she get us caught or somethin’.”
Feeling the desperate nature of the situation, Trell quickly undid his seatbelt. Keeping his head low, his back bent, he leaned further into the backseat between the two front seats. Trina tried to move back, but simply couldn’t move fast enough to get around the seat before having the gun pointed at her.
“Stop!” Trina yelled. “Stop!”
“Come here,” Trell said, knowing that he too didn’t want to wind up going to jail.
With his grip tight around her neck, Trell rammed Trina’s head into the door panel. He did so over and over again until she was knocked out.
“Damn, nigga, you ain’t kill her, did you?” Dante asked, trying to look into the back seat.
“Naw,” Trell responded. He climbed back into his seat. “I ain’t hit her head that hard. I just knocked her out.”
“Damn, nigga,” Dante said. “Just calm down, okay?”
Dante took the quickest way back to Trell’s dad’shouse. If a stoplight lasted too long, or had turned red seemingly the moment he pulled up to it,
he would go around the block. Within ten minutes, he pulled up into the back of the house. As he and Trell decided that they’d carry her inside, since Trell had a key, snow started to fall from the sky. Quickly, the inches that had somewhat been melting away on the ground were now slowly piling back up.
“Come on,” Dante said. “Let’s hurry up and get in and shit before she wakes up and starts doin’ some shit on the way up to the house or somethin’ and gettin’ us attention.”
“A’ight,” Trell said, climbing out of the van. “I’ll be right back. I’mma go up to the house and unlock the door, okay?”
Dante pointed at the house, letting Trell know that he agreed with his plan. He watched as Trell ran up to the back of the house, unlocked the door, and came back. Together, the two men – one carrying Trina by her shoulders and the other by her feet – carried Trina’s knocked-out body across the snowy backyard. They walked toward the side of the property that was bordered by an abandoned house, hoping that nobody would notice what was going on from the other side of the yard. Trell was well aware that older people lived over there, so he was not so nervous.
Once Dante and Trell had gotten Trina into the house, they carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. They dropped her onto the bed, in the same bedroom where Nikki had been, and walked back over to the doorway.
“This nigga got some good taste,” Dante said, looking at Trina lying on the bed. She certainly wasn’t as built as Nikki was, but she was just as nicely shaped, none the less. Her body just wasn’t so pronounced, and Dante saw nothing wrong with that, especially since Trina’s face was certainly a few notches above Nikki’s face. “Well, had, I should say,” Dante added.
“Now what?” Trell asked. “And when we gon’ get my uncle and stuff?”
“Nigga, calm down, calm down,” Dante said in a soothing voice. “We gon’ get your uncle as soon as we get this nigga Breon. Only a matter of time now before he gon’ run right to where I can get his ass. As soon as he hear we got his chick, we’ll be seein’ him real soon. And I bet the side chick think that we just gon’ move on and forget about her ‘cause she got free.” He shook his head. “She gon’ get what she got comin’ to her. Just wait.”
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