Wrath of a Side Chick 3: A Chicago Hood Drama (Side Chick's Wrath)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “What the fuck?” Nikki asked. “No, I don’t know where they took me. I was texting Breon, and he was talking like he not gon’ come and help me ‘cause that bitch he with. Fuck him! Girl, is that the police in the background? I want somebody to come find me cause I think these niggas is gon’ kill me, girl. I mean, this is so scary. Three niggas came through the door and kidnapped me. That shit was crazy as fuck. I was so scared. They carried me out and threw me into the back of a green minivan.”

  Nikki listened as she heard the phone being passed to someone. Within a couple of seconds, a professional sounding male voice came onto the line.

  “Nikki?” the professional man asked. “Is this Nikki?”

  “Yes, it is,” Nikki answered, whispering. “This is Nikki. Is this the police?”

  “Yes, this is Detective Cavanaugh with the Chicago Police Department,” he said. “Where are you, Nikki? We’re at your apartment and trying to understand what happened. Are you okay? Where are you? Were you here when the door was kicked in or, like you roommate said, or had you already left?”

  “No,” Nikki said. “I mean, yeah. I was there. They kidnapped me. Please, come help me. I don’t know where I am. Can you track my phone or something? They keepin’ me in some house somewhere… Somewhere off of Sacramento.”

  Just as Detective Cavanaugh was about to ask for more details, Nikki heard the very thing she just did not want to hear. The man in the hallway was waking up. His snoring had skipped a beat – that sound that lets anyone know that someone has woken up.

  “Oh shit,” Nikki said into the phone. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  “What, Nikki?” the detective asked. “What?”

  “He woke up,” Nikki said.

  Just then, the bedroom door opened quickly. Reacting, Nikki pushed her phone down between her legs. The light switched on, practically blinding her as she’d gotten so used to the dark bedroom. The man stumbled ahead as if he was trying to regain his balance. Nikki could look out into the hallway and see a small bottle on the floor. Her heart sped even faster – a speed she never even knew was possible – as she realized the man was not only a little tipsy but also angry.

  Edric lunged forward. Nikki ducked out of the way, rolling off of the bed. Edric, seeing that Nikki was clearly on the phone, was furious.

  “You little bitch!” Edric yelled. “You got a phone, huh? You hid that shit, huh? I told that nigga Dante that we shoulda strip searched you and shit. I told that nigga you can’t trust no female, especially nowadays. Y’all bitches be telling too many lies and shit. I told that nigga.” He groaned, hating that he’d been woken up out of his sleep to handle this situation. He felt as if they’d been nice to Nikki, and they truly had no intention of hurting her. Things were now about to change. There was no way that Edric was going to allow some female to put him in jail, especially if the female was only the side chick of the dude that he, Dante, and Trell were looking for.

  Nikki screamed as she ducked out of the way. However, her tries wouldn’t be enough. Edric was rather large and had long arms. He grabbed Nikki by the arm and pulled her closer to him, his face now only inches away from hers. Nikki struggled to open her eyes and look into the red, wet eyes of a man she’d never seen before tonight. Up close, his face was particularly scary. She begged to be let go as Edric forced the phone out from between her legs.

  Edric looked at the screen, seeing that the call was still going. “Shut the fuck up!” he told Nikki.

  Edric then held the phone up to the side of his head and listened to a voice say, “This is Detective Cavanaugh of the Chicago Police. Stop what you’re doing right now, sir. You…”

  Edric ended the call then looked at Nikki. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice groggy and deep. He shook her hard, causing Nikki to become dizzy and ten times as scared as she’d been only minutes ago. “So you gon’ call the fuckin’ police on us, huh?”

  “I didn’t call the police,” Nikki said. “I swear, I didn’t.” She cried. “I swear. Please, don’t hurt me. My friend called me. She called the police.”

  “Shut up, bitch!” Edric said. “Shut up, you little bitch. You was fuckin’ asked if you had a phone when we brought you up in here and shit. And you said you didn’t. You coulda called that nigga Breon and got him to come out of wherever he’s spending the night tonight… wherever he went when he left your place.”

  “He won’t come!” Nikki yelled, cowering in Edric’s grip. “Please, don’t hurt me. I swear I don’t even know the nigga like that. I just messed around with him a couple times and stuff, but I swear I ain’t even really been knowing this dude for more than a week.”

  “Bitch, whatever,” Edric said. “I can look at you. Pretty face. Big titties. Big thighs. Big ole ass that look like it look good from the back.” He slapped her ass. “I can already look at you and see that you was probably sucking that nigga’s dick and got caught up. Wait till Dante find out that you got his number. You just the chick we need. He’ll come if he think he gon’ get some of this pussy. He is a nigga, after all.”

  “No, he won’t,” Nikki said. “I texted him. I called him.” She sobbed. “He won’t come. He won’t even get out of bed for his girl.”

  Edric looked at this worthless woman, who may have just made what they were doing all the more difficult. The last thing he needed was the police to be after him. If his nephew were to wind up doing time after this, he would personally hold this chick responsible. Her life would be a living hell for as long as his nephew had to be behind bars because of her.

  “Open this phone,” Edric told her, putting the phone into her hand.

  Frantically, Nikki entered her passcode. Once the phone was open, she handed it to Edric. Edric smiled. “Thanks, bitch,” he said. “Wait till Dante get back. I wonder what he gon’ wanna do with you. Wait till he get back. I’m way nicer than he is.”

  Nikki looked into Edric’s red, bulging eyes. Every bone in her body was full of terror. Her nerves were beyond on edge. She was pretty sure she now knew the feeling of having a stroke or heart attack.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” Nikki pleaded.

  Little did Nikki know, this would be her last plea for the rest of the night. Just as she’d uttered those words, Edric pushed her into the wall. The dome of her head banged against the wall, causing immense pain. As she fell to the floor, the side of her head banged against the wood bed frame and knocked her unconscious. Edric looked down at Nikki’s thick body, lying on the floor in complete silence. He quickly leaned over and picked her up, tossing her onto the bed.

  With Nikki’s phone still unlocked, Edric stepped out into the hallway. He looked down into the phone, going to the text messages and finding her conversation with Breon. He smiled as he took it upon himself to reply to Breon’s last text message.

  Nigga just so you know, you got a bullet on your head right now. You a dead man walking. And pretty soon you gon have a body on you because this side chick is gon’ be your liability, not ours.

  A few seconds passed before a response popped up. Breon’s text read: What? Who is this? Dante?

  Edric responded. Once he finished, he took every bit of an ungiven privilege to go through Nikki’s phone. It didn’t take him long to find the photos that Nikki had taken of herself naked. He closed the bedroom door and sat back down in the chair. It took every bit of the self-control that he had to not pull his manhood out right there and enjoy himself. Instead, he knew that if he had Nikki long enough, she’d be throwing the pussy at him. He could see right through her – see that she was just the kind of chick who was looking for the attention of a man — sexually, emotionally, and financially.

  CHAPTER 5

  When Breon read the response from Edric, he knew just how seriously Dante had taken this entire situation. He was wide awake as he read: Don’t worry about who this is… We’ll be seeing you, nigga. We’ll be seeing you real soon, nigga.

  Breon tried his hardest to go to sleep that night, but he couldn’t. Instea
d, he remained awake for the rest of the night. He faced the ceiling as he listened to Trina’s breathing. Sure, the feelings of guilt were there. He did indeed feel some kind of way about Nikki having gotten caught up in something so dangerous when she was only holding the guns for him and Ray. What made that part of the story even worse was the fact that she’d only held the guns for one night.

  There were moments during the night where Breon wanted to slide out of bed and jump into action. He wondered if Dante and whoever else had kidnapped Nikki had taken her back to the very same house that he and Ray had gone to. As the night went on, slowly changing to morning, there were times when Breon knew that if Nikki was indeed at that house, him sneaking up on them in the early morning hours would surely be a surprise. However, another obstacle would be going over to Ray’s place and getting the guns. That dude slept so hard, especially after he did something, that Breon was sure getting him up out of bed would really be an uphill battle.

  It didn’t take Breon long to think about how going after Nikki, especially on a whim with little information, could backfire on him. And whatever backfired on him at this point would also backfire on Trina. He realized that Dante was obviously not a dumb dude. He may have been careless, and obviously vengeful, but Breon saw what Dante was really trying to do, and he knew how to act accordingly to such a tactic.

  Breon soon came to the conclusion that Dante had probably thought Nikki was his chick and that he was kidnapping his chick. This, without a doubt, sucked for Nikki. However, Breon thought about how Nikki could be put up to try to get him to show his face somewhere. Wherever this “somewhere” would be would surely be the last time he ever showed his face. Dante was the kind of dude who probably wanted this to go as smoothly as possible so he didn’t draw any attention to himself. Breon contemplated how, and even if, he would go after getting Nikki back, when really he only wanted to take Dante out. If he were to go after Nikki and the plan were to somehow fail, that would be his life at risk, and if his life was at risk, Trina’s heart was on the line to be broken. No matter what, Breon couldn’t do anything to ruin this anniversary for Trina. Trina came first, and that was just how it would have to be.

  Breon lay awake that night thinking about the entire situation. After the night went through its quietest point, he could hear the roar of traffic in the distance as the city of Chicago woke up to start the workday. It wouldn’t be long before he’d hear traffic and horns. Following that would be sirens, and kids walking by to the school bus stops, or to the nearby schools. Breon simply lay there, not even bothering to pull his arm from under Trina so that he could get up and use the bathroom. He simply held it, listening to his own heartbeat.

  Around 6:45, Trina’s cell phone alarm went off. Breon, who was still wide awake, closed his eyes. He decided that he’d pretend to be asleep as Trina got ready for work. Soon enough, Trina slid out of the bed and was now walking around getting ready for work. Breon opened his eyes every so often, to watch her do this or do that. As Trina was just about done getting ready, having gotten dressed and going over her hair, he pretended to wake up.

  “Damn, you was sleeping hard last night,” Breon said, playfully.

  Trina, who’d been in the bathroom, looked out into the bedroom. “I know I was,” she said. “I was tired from waking up in the middle of the night last night like I did.”

  “I see,” Breon said, trying to be as convincing as possible.

  “Did you even get much sleep?” Trina asked. “It seemed like I woke up a couple of times and I didn’t hear you over there snoring like you normally do. Sounding like a damn hog and stuff.”

  Breon chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he said, sarcastically. “I know babies that are louder than me when they sleepin’, so don’t even try to drop that kinda stuff on a nigga. Yeah, I got a little bit of sleep. I’ll probably go back to sleep when you head to work. I go in at one today and work until nine.”

  “Okay, coo,” Trina said.

  “I already know you gon’ go over to your mama’s house when you get off,” Breon said.

  “Actually, I’m not,” Trina said. “I need a break from them, niggas, you know. Tamar is always coming around with some crap, and now her and Monique is really gettin’ into it and stuff like they wasn’t before. Nope, I’mma come home when I get off work. I’ll have dinner waiting for you if you want?”

  “Okay,” Breon said, turning over and pressing the side of his face into the pillow in a very sleepy way.

  Trina stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Breon. “Are you sure everything is okay?” she asked.

  “Why you ask that?” Breon asked, turning over.

  “’Cause,” Trina said, “like I just said a couple minutes ago, I woke up during the night and stuff, I thought, and I ain’t hear you snorin’ or nothing. That made me think that you really didn’t get any deep sleep or nothing. You're sure that this problem with that Dante dude is really going to go away? I mean, is he one of those dudes that just can’t let go of a situation and stuff or what?”

  “I mean, I don’t know,” Breon said, pretending to be a little bothered by Trina asking him about it. “He is a petty ass nigga, especially to be try’na come after me for some shit that I ain’t even have nothing to do with… Some shit that was like five fuckin’ years ago. I told you, Baby.” Just then, Breon motioned for Trina to come closer to the bed. She did just that, allowing him to grab her waist. Trina smiled as she felt Breon’s strong grip.

  “Listen, Baby. Why don’t you just let me handle this, okay? I told you when I got in last night that we went over there and talked and shit like grown niggas do. I told him how he can get in touch with that Pablo dude since I used to work under him when I was out in the streets. He gon’ call Pablo and go from there, but I explained to him how I ain’t got shit to do with the shit he want. You ain’t gotta worry, okay?”

  Before Trina could answer, her eyes had rolled back into her head. Breon had pushed his finger between her legs and began to finger her through her dress pants. She could feel herself getting turned on. There was no doubt that her insides were getting wet. She then snapped out of it, realizing that today wasn’t the day to be late to work because there was an important meeting happening as soon as she clocked in. And since she was trying to get the attention of her supervisors for the possibility of a promotion, she certainly didn’t want to draw any negative attention.

  “No, no, no,” Trina said, pushing Breon’s arm back and out from between her legs. “You not gon’ do this to me this morning. You had me sore the last time.” She forced herself to walk away. “I’m about to get going. Like I said, I’ll have dinner ready when you get home, okay? Maybe, if I’m tired, I’ll stop by my mother’s house and bring over something she cooked.” Breon looked at Trina with a face that let her know he didn’t think that was all that funny. They kissed briefly with Trina walking off and smiling. Quickly, Breon had reached out and tapped her ass.

  As soon as Trina had walked out into the living room and begun to put her coat on and grab her purse, Breon went back to thinking. His eyes felt so heavy, but he knew he really wouldn’t fall asleep. He watched the time, knowing that once it had gotten to a certain point, he would get up and go see Ray. He also decided that he’d hit up Wayne as well, as he needed to let him know that Dante might be stopping through again if his anger had gotten to a certain point.

  Breon pulled his cell phone out of his pocket on the floor, where he’d slid it last night after the last text message from Nikki. He called Johnson & Pearl, figuratively keeping his fingers crossed that Mr. James would answer. Mr. James was the nicest of the supervisors at Johnson & Pearl. He was known for being somewhat of a pushover, and he had always liked Breon because he wasn’t like the other guys that worked up there.

  “Good Morning, this is Johnson & Pearl,” a man said.

  Immediately, Breon smiled. He recognized the voice as being indeed Mr. James’.

  “Hey Mr. James,
it’s Breon,” he said. “I was calling to ask if I could possibly have the day off.”

  “You know I would, Breon,” James said, “but you know we gotta catch up on the work from when the shipments were late getting into Chicago because of whatever crap happened down in Indianapolis. And now we got a snow storm that’s popping up in Nebraska that might be headed this way if it doesn’t veer in a more southern direction and cross over Indiana. I pray it does, because we don’t need any more problems around here even if I do say so myself.”

  “Oh, okay,” Breon said, feeling a rush of energy leave his body. He couldn’t even begin to think about working a full workday with how he was feeling. Being out all night had really taken a toll on him, not to mention staying up and finding out that Nikki had been kidnapped by Dante and his boys for something that had to do with him. “Well, Mr. James, I mean, I really hate to ask and stuff when we got a big workload coming up, but it’s a day I really need. Or maybe a half day. You think I could do something like that? It’d be betta that nothing, Mr. James. And you already know that I do twice the work of any of them other dudes in there.”

  “Yeah, you do,” Mr. James said. “Hold on a second, Breon. Let me look in the computer and see what kind of vacation time you have saved up. If you have the time, then maybe you can use it. But you know it’s coming up on the end of the year, so I don’t know how much you’ve used so far.”

  Breon waited patiently for Mr. James to log into his Johnson & Pearl profile and have a look into how many hours he’d taken off already. As he waited, Breon tried to do the math—tried to think of when he’d taken days off and how many they may have added up to. When Mr. James came back onto the line, Breon listened closely.

  “You there, Breon?” Mr. James asked.

  “Yeah, I’m here,” Breon responded.

  “Okay, here’s the deal,” he said. “I see that you have four full days left, if you’re not counting Christmas and Christmas Eve, of course. And is see that you’ve already requested to be off for some days around December 22. All it says is trip in quotation marks.”