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

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Well, Good Morning,” Edric said. “How you?”

  Nikki looked at the man, keeping her lips pressed together. She knew that she was indeed looking at a monster. “What?” she asked, flatly. “Why the fuck are you holding me here? I told you I didn’t even know that nigga like that. Let me go, please. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do.”

  Edric snickered, taking Nikki’s offer in a literal sense. “Baby,” he said, licking his lips. “Trust me, I don’t think you want that. You just my type.”

  “Your type of what?” Nikki asked, feeling insulted.

  “You know,” Edric said. “You just the kind of chick that I would long dick for the whole night.”

  Nikki looked away, as this was all she could really do.

  Edric laughed, liking how this chick got so worked up over something so little. “Calm down, little bitch,” he said. “I see you got a attitude problem. Wonder how that nigga put up with you.”

  “Put up with me?” Nikki asked. She was starting to feel a little agitated, especially when she realized how much her captors must have believed that she was seriously involved with Breon. If anything, Breon had probably been the shortest “relationship” she’d ever had. In her past, even with fuck buddies, she typically knew them for more than one week. Breon had truly been an exception, and that was only because he’d been there for her when she was vulnerable. Now that she thought about it, his endowment was quickly turning out to not even be worth the trouble. “Nigga, like I fuckin’ told y’all niggas last night,” Nikki snapped, “I’m not that nigga’s bitch! I swear to God, I ain’t that nigga’s bitch. I don’t know why y’all don’t believe me.”

  “’Cause you a liar,” Edric said, stepping further into the room. He now stood just inside of the door. “Like last night. You was asked if you had a phone and you said you didn’t. Then I find you in here callin’ the police and shit, whoever else.”

  Nikki looked away.

  “Yeah,” Edric said. “Y’all hoes be try’na talk to a nigga like he stupid. But I’m glad you lied, though. ‘Cause now we got this phone. It was funny though that you thought that we wasn’t gon’ find out. Wait till Dante get here. He might wanna do a strip search.” He chuckled and nodded.

  “Fuck you, nigga!” Nikki yelled. “Fuck you, you dirty ass nigga! Y’all betta not touch me.”

  Edric then stepped further into the room, dropping a McDonald's bag onto the floor. He walked up to Nikki, causing her to squeal as her nostrils flared from the frustration. “Listen here, you little bitch,” Edric said, softly but crisply, “you gon’ do what the fuck we want you to do. Don’t think that we not gon’ get in that ass if you don’t act right. I guess you ain’t pick up on the point last night, huh?” He looked at her bruised head. “You should put something on that.”

  Nikki picked up on Edric’s sarcasm. She looked at him with contempt, thinking of how he was so lucky to be the one in the position of power at this point. If this were out in the street, or on her own terms, things would be very different. Nikki is the kind of chick who would have gone to the kitchen and gotten a knife to do something terrible. Keeping her silence, however, she waited for Edric to spew a couple more sexual comments before he walked back over toward the door.

  Edric leaned over and grabbed the McDonalds bag. “I went out and got you breakfast,” he said. He then tossed the bag at Nikki. “You welcome.”

  As the bag slammed into Nikki’s body then fell to the floor, she watched Edric walk out of the room. He slammed the door. No sooner than the door had shut, she slammed her fists into her thighs. She hated thinking about how she was knocked out for what seemed like most of the night, and she had maybe missed her chance to get out of this house, if that was even possible.

  Hesitantly, Nikki picked up the McDonalds bag. She looked inside, trying to see if the offer was legitimate or some sort of cold joke. After pulling ketchup packets, two hash browns, and an Egg McMuffin out of the bag, she set them on the bed. At first, she told herself that she wasn’t going to eat the food – that she’d rather die, but then after hearing her stomach growl from not having had anything to eat since sometime yesterday evening, she bit into the Egg McMuffin. As she chewed the sandwich, being mindful of anything that may not taste right, she approached the window yet again. She looked out at the neighborhood, trying to see if she could see any place markers in the distance that would tell her location. Nikki turned around quickly, however, as all she saw was the snowy rooftops of houses, apartment buildings, and cornerstone buildings.

  Meanwhile, as Nikki tore into the breakfast she’d been given, Edric had pressed his ear to the door out in the hallway. There was something about having such a sexy woman in his possession that drove him crazy. He was well aware of the fact that if Dante had not been running this entire endeavor, Nikki probably would be in a different situation, to say the least.

  No sooner than Edric imagined Nikki walking around in a matching bra and panties, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Quickly, so Nikki wouldn’t hear what he was saying, he walked into another bedroom and answered. It was Dante calling.

  “Yeah, wassup?” Edric answered.

  “What’s up, nigga?” Dante asked, his voice groggy.

  “Shit, just went and got this bitch some breakfast,” Edric answered. “She a ungrateful ass hoe, if I do say so myself.”

  “Nigga, you left her there by herself?” Dante asked, sounding as if he were waking up a little bit. He cleared his throat. “Tell me you ain’t do no shit like that. You know the front door ain’t got the same kind of lock as the back door.”

  “Well, damn, Dante,” Edric said. “You ain’t never come back last night like I thought you was goin’ to. I fell asleep and shit. I woke up and was hungry, so I went and got something to eat. I figured I’d get her something to eat so the girl don’t starve while she in our custody.” He snickered, seeing the humor in using the word custody, as he’d been in jail more times than he cared to remember. “What the fuck was I supposed to do?”

  Dante groaned. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I had some shit come up last night. That nigga Breon done fucked up again.”

  “What you mean?” Edric asked.

  As Dante began to explain, he paused. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Rush hour is just about over. I’m ‘bout to get up and head over there.” He paused. “Yeah, I’mma head over there and shit. I’mma get me somethin’ to eat myself. But wait till you hear this shit. I think that bitch is not sayin’ what she really know. I think she know more, and we gon’ do whatever we gotta do to get her to talk more.”

  “That’s what I was gonna tell you if you had come back up here last night,” Edric said. “I got that bitch’s phone.”

  “Phone?” Dante asked, clearly surprised.

  “Yep, nigga,” Edric said. “She had a phone on her all this time.”

  “Fuck,” Dante said. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in like thirty minutes. Just gimme thirty minutes.”

  Dante hung up. Edric pushed his phone into his pocket and walked back toward his chair, which was still sitting just outside of the bedroom door. He put his ear to the door and listened for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and sitting back down. “That bitch is lucky as fuck,” Edric said to himself. All he could think about for the next several minutes was how thick Nikki’s body was, and how lucky that Breon dude, who he hadn’t even met yet, was to be smashing a chick with such a nice body.

  Just like Dante had said, he came over within thirty minutes – twenty five, to be exact. This time, however, to not look suspicious to the neighbors of Edric’s incarcerated brother, he rang the front doorbell. At first, Edric was alarmed. He hurried down the steps, then opened the door.

  “Nigga, why the fuck you ring the doorbell?” Edric asked.

  “Nigga, I don’t need these niggas thinkin’ that somethin’ is up over here with me suddenly goin’ in the back door and shit,” Dante explained as he stepped into the living room. “An
d I know the house on that side of the house,” he motioned toward the south side of the house, “is empty and shit, but still. You never know who’s watching.”

  Carrying a Burger King bag in his hand, Dante plopped down onto a beige loveseat in front of the large picture window. He looked up at Edric, ready to hear about this phone. “So, nigga,” he said. “What the fuck is the deal with this phone?”

  “Yeah, nigga,” Edric said, glancing up the steps to make sure the bedroom door was still closed. “Last night, when I was waitin’ on you to come back and shit, I fell asleep in the chair out in the hallway. And I know what you thinkin’, Dante, nigga, but I put the chair right in front of the door and stuff so that she wouldn’t be able to get out.”

  “Nigga, if she get away while you watchin’ her and shit,” Dante said, shaking his head. “I swear to God you not gon’ be a happy nigga. I don’t care what that bitch say. She say she didn’t even know the nigga like that and that she was just his side chick, and barely that, but you know how women are. They all tell lies. I know so many niggas in jail right now for some chick screamin’ rape ‘cause they was mad about something.”

  “Yeah, you right about that,” Edric said. “And hell yeah, that bitch is hidin’ something. What kind of chick just gon’ keep guns for a nigga that she don’t even know? There could be bodies on them guns or somethin’. Can’t no chick be that stupid. And I know that the nigga’s dick wasn’t that damn good. I’m tellin’ you, that chick may not be his main chick, I’ll give her that, but she know the nigga more than she lettin’ on.”

  “I know,” Dante said. “That’s why I like you, nigga. You smart, and that’s what matter out here. That’s why I knew you was the nigga that would help me get this nigga, the right way. I spent years in prison ‘cause of that nigga, he gon’ pay. So, she had a phone?”

  “Yeah,” Edric responded. He then pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Dante. “Like I said, I was fallin’ asleep and shit, like dozin’ off and stuff, and I was like I thought I heard her talkin’ or something. At first, I thought I was trippin’ and shit. You know, ‘cause I was fallin’ asleep and stuff, but then I could hear her and shit. So, I went in there and found her try’na talk on the low on the phone.”

  “So what you do?” Dante asked.

  “What the fuck you mean what I do?” Edric asked. “Nigga, you know me better than that. I went in there and shit and she got to actin' all crazy. I took this fuckin’ phone from her and knocked that ass out.”

  “You knocked her out?” Dante asked.

  “Well,” Edric said, shrugging. “I pushed her so hard that her head hit the wall then the bed and shit.” He snickered. “I picked that thick ass up and dumped her on the bed.”

  “You know who she was talkin’ to?” Dante asked.

  Edric hesitated. “When I got on the phone, it was some detective, but when I looked at the phone number, it wasn’t no police number,” he explained. “It was some other number. Anyway, I took the phone and made her open it and texted that nigga Breon.” He laughed. “I know that weak ass nigga done woke up this morning and shit, probably running around scared and stuff.”

  Dante jumped up. “The police?” he asked. “Nigga, is you serious? Why you ain’t tell me? Nigga, oh my God. You can’t be serious.”

  “What?” Edric asked, a little confused.

  Dante quickly sat his Burger King bag onto the floor in front of the loveseat and looked out of the window, toward the street. “Nigga, you know that they can track the phones and shit nowadays,” he said. “This ain’t back in the nineties or some shit. Nigga, why you ain’t tell me?”

  “Nigga, you trippin’,” Edric said, dismissing the fear. “She was on the phone with that mothafucka for like three minutes or some shit. I’m just thinkin’ about how she lied about havin’ a phone.”

  “Nigga, that could have turned out way worse,” Dante said, still not totally sure. He was now thinking if this house would be the best place to keep Breon’s chick. “We just gotta make sure we keep our eyes open.” He went back to eating his breakfast. “That nigga Breon, though, is probably gettin’ desperate and shit.”

  “Why you say that?” Edric asked.

  “’Cause, when I went back over to the house last night, to drop Trell off at his car so he could carry his horny ass on home and shit, I go inside,” Dante explained. “And the girls said that two niggas busted up in the house and held them at gunpoint, asking where the fuck I was.”

  Edric nodded. “Him and whoever nigga he was ridin’ with last night when we followed them,” he said.

  “Yup,” Dante said. “Exactly. Anyway, the girls said that they busted in the door, which I could see with how the door, well the lock, was all fucked up and stuff. I walk in, and they look like they seen a fuckin’ ghost. That’s when I knew… I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. He runnin’ scared. He gon’ start doin’ real dumb shit just to try to get at me and shit, ‘cause that’s all the nigga know and stuff. All we gotta do is wait.”

  “Wait on what?” Edric asked. “Man, I swear, you need to fuckin’ listen to me. I don’t know why we just don’t roll up on that nigga where he work or where the fuck ever. I don’t even care if it’s his mama’s house or his grandmama’s nursing home. Man, let’s just put a bullet in that nigga’s head and be done with all this runnin’ around shit.”

  Dante stood up and looked into Edric’s eyes. “’Cause, nigga,” he said. “I ain’t try’na go back in there with them other niggas and stuff. Okay? I’m try’na make sure we do this in a way where we ain’t gotta worry about no police or nothin’ comin’ after us. Shit, I don’t even want the police to fuckin’ know my name. Don’t even fuckin’ think about me. I want that nigga to come somewhere we can really kill him, after a long, torturing talk.” Dante chuckled. “I don’t wanna just shoot him. I wanna make sure he know how I feel and that he know where the fuck I’m comin’ from and stuff. Puttin’ a bullet in his head would be too fuckin’ easy. I went to prison ‘cause that nigga was tellin’ the police where they could catch a nigga when we was working that shit in the streets for that dude Pablo. I don’t give a fuck what he say, I know that he did that shit.” Dante turned and looked at the staircase. “And I don’t give a fuck what she say, I know she know more about this nigga than she sayin’. She think that we just gon’ be nice to her and shit if she don’t say nothin’ and just try to act innocent, but that shit ain’t gon’ work with me.”

  “I feel you that,” Edric said.

  Dante tried pressing buttons on Nikki’s phone to see if it would open. To no surprise, it was locked. “Yeah, I’mma have to talk to her,” he said. “We need this phone opened so we can really see what’s good. I want this nigga Breon dead and out the fuckin’ way by fuckin’ Christmas.”

  Dante finished eating his breakfast then slid out of his black coat. Dressed in jeans and plain, long-sleeve gray shirt, he headed upstairs. Edric followed closely, wanting to make sure that he was a witness to every word that was said. The two men stomped up the stairs, making no effort to lighten their steps.

  Nikki had just finished eating when she heard the footsteps coming up the staircase. As they got closer and closer, she became more and more defensive. Now sitting on the bed, she stood up, ready to fight back in any way possible in case they tried anything sexual with her. She could scream at the top of her lungs if she had to, making sure that all of Chicago heard her and woke up. She’d heard the doorbell and had wondered who it was. However, after only being able to hear faint talking through the bedroom door, she’d given up on trying to understand what was going on.

  Nikki watched as the bedroom door opened. This time, the two guys – the two who were obviously in charge of this entire operation – stepped into the bedroom. She pressed her lips together, keeping a watchful eye on the both of them. The smaller one – Dante – smiled.

  “Good Morning,” Dante said, putting on his nice voice.

  Nikki looked at him with eyes tha
t would have cut his balls off if she’d had that kind of magical power.

  Dante stepped into the room. “Look, I know we ain’t exactly meet on the best of terms last night,” he said. “So, let’s change that. Hi, how are you?”

  “What do you want?” Nikki asked, not caring about any pleasantries. “I told you, I don’t know nothin’.”

  “Yeah, well,” Dante said. “You might know what I need to know right now.” He then held her phone up and looked at her. “Could you unlock this for me?”

  “Fuck you!” Nikki said. “Fuck you, nigga. I’m not unlockin’ shit for you. I told you niggas, I don’t even know what the fuck this is about, and it ain’t got shit to do with me.”

  Dante shook his head and snickered as he looked back at Edric. He then pointed. “Remind her who the fuck I am, man,” he ordered.

  Without hesitation, Edric walked across the room. Nikki tried to move out of his path, but the bedroom was, at most, eleven feet by eleven feet in size. Edric’s size alone made escape next to impossible in such a small room. Within the flash of an eye, Nikki’s eyes watered as her arms flailed about. Edric had grabbed her hair – by the fistful – so hard that Nikki wanted to cry. She felt as if all of her hair was going to come right out of her scalp.

  “Why the fuck are y’all doin’ this?” Nikki asked, moving in whatever direction Edric pulled her head. “Stop! Stop!”

  Edric looked up at Dante, signaling that Nikki should be able to better understand at this point. Dante walked up to Nikki and held the phone out. “Do what the fuck I said,” he ordered. “Open this fuckin’ phone before somethin’ worse happens. Maybe Breon didn’t tell you as much as he should have about me. If he did, you would know that if I tell you to do something, you need to get to fuckin’ doin’ it and shit. I don’t play. You can ask any nigga out in these streets, and they will tell you that you don’t fuck around with me.”

  “I don’t even know who you are,” Nikki said, trying to shake her head. Edric pulled her hair again, causing her to feel even more helpless. “I swear, I don’t even know shit about you.”