Free Dirtiest Revenge by Cha'Bella Don Page B

Trent chuckled. “A’ight, ma. I’mma give you a pass. Have your bags packed in a week. I’m coming back for you.”
    Trent planted a wet kiss on Kendra’s forehead while sliding his jeans and Timbs on.
    “ Just make sure you’re ready when I come back,” he said as he walked out the door. He got in his truck and drove away feeling like he had just accomplished a life-long goal.
     
    *****
     
    On the way back to the block, Trent thought about his master plan. He needed to keep Nicole on his team, but, he also knew her time was up. “Shit! All I have to do is give her some bomb dick, and she’ll be cool,” he said out loud.
    It was cool having a woman around who didn’t complain about anything he said or did as long as he kept his dick in her mouth or fucked the shit out of her. “All good things must come to an end,” Trent spoke, saying the words loud and clear.
    That day, Trent wasn’t on the block to serve; he was there to collect his paper from consignments. Trent wanted to create an empire. That was his hustler’s dream. Money made Trent’s dick hard. If someone didn’t have all his money, it was hell to pay. Trent leaned on his truck, waiting for workers and other drug dealers to bring him his loot. He wasn’t even on the block a good thirty minutes before all his money was in his hands, all except for this one dude named JD. He was becoming more of a problem for Trent. It had been a month since he’d been playing with Trent’s money. JD didn’t know it yet, but his actions were about to cause his demise.
    One of Trent’s workers let him know that JD was at the Bottoms in San Julian Park, flossing his new ride and jewelry and passing out money to the smokers.
    “ Man, Trent, he is out there making you look bad, saying how he got all this off your expense,” the worker informed.
    He looked up to Trent as a mentor. He hoped to someday be like him.
    “ I swear I wanted to pop him right then and there, but you know I would had to spray everyone,” the worker said.
    Trent nodded his head at this new information. He looked at his young protégé. Then, he said, “You did right to leave him for me. Now, I need you to do me a favor. Get him to come to the bar around the corner on Spring. Treat him to a couple of drinks, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Trent said as he went to the back of his truck and grabbed his hoodie.
    The worker was extra hyped. He gave Trent dap and said, “I’m gonna set that up right now.”
    The worker dialed up JD to set it up. Within the hour, JD and the worker were in the bar drinking and chopping the breeze. The worker kept a tab running at the bar, so JD could get more comfortable with him. The plan was to get him drunk enough so that Trent could lure him to the back and peal his cap. So far, everything was going as planned.
    Thirty minutes later, Trent walked into the bar. He was wearing his hoodie and a cap so low that his eyes were covered. You would have thought he was Jay-Z or somebody, but the camouflage was necessary because no one could know who he was. Trent moved in, swiftly approaching his protégé like he was interested in copping some ya-yo. Trent’s protégé Marquise went back over to where JD was sitting and said, “Aye, my man behind us wants a quarter pack. I need to hit up Trent, so he can bring it to me.”
    “ Fuck that Trent nigga. I’m the muthafuckin’ man ‘round here. You ain’t heard? I ran that nigga outta business,” JD said with a drunken slur.
    Marquise was just as eager for JD to meet his maker. He wanted to pop his wig right then and there, but he knew he had to stick to the plan. Trent kept his finger on the trigger, anxious to get JD out back.
    JD rose from his seat and yelled to Trent, “Only bitches need a nigga to speak for them.”
    JD chuckled, thinking what he said was funny. Trent just nodded his head, walking out the door. Trent walked around the block to a small alley located between two hotels. He bent down