Trife Life To Lavish (A King Production Presents...) (23 page)

"Hey, girl, have a seat. I'll be done in a few
minutes."

Tierra sat down while Charlene put the
finishing touches on a weave. She noticed the Vibe
Magazine with Kanye West on the cover in the seat
next to her, and decided to pick it up. It was then
that she saw Kay Kay getting up from under the
dryer. Tierra decided to act like she didn't see her
and continue reading her magazine, because she
wasn't in the mood for drama. If Kay Kay didn't say anything to her, then she would remain on mute.
But of course, when Tierra heard Lerrick's name
brought up, she had to listen.

"How's Lerrick's scar healing? I know the last
time you were in here, you said it looked pretty
bad," the stylist said, taking the rollers out of Kay
Kay's hair.

"That shit ain't looking too much better. You
know it's going down the entire right side of her
face. Only a good plastic surgeon could make
that shit look any better, and don't nobody got no
money for that."

"Whoever did that shit to your sister should
be ashamed of themselves. The kids today need to
stop the madness."

"It was some jealous ass bitch named Nichelle
that she go to school with. Now, the bitch done went
into hiding and won't show her face. She knows
that Lerrick gon' beat her ass when she do."

"I wish she would! I will beat her ass like I
did before if Lerrick so much as looks at Nichelle!"
Tierra barked, jumping up from her chair and
walking towards Kay Kay.

Kay Kay's eyes popped out, surprised to see
Tierra. "What the fuck this got to do wit' you? This
ain't none of your business," Kay Kay said, rolling
her eyes and neck simultaneously.

"If it got to do wit' Nichelle, then it is my
business. And yo' stupid ass know good and well that ain't nobody jealous of yo' busted ass sister.
You up in here spreading lies about Nichelle. If she
slashed Lerrick's face, best believe it was because
your sister fucked wit' her first."

"You don't know what the fuck you talkin'
`bout!" "Yes, I do! Lerrick's dumb ass was fuckin'
wit' Nichelle not too long ago, and I had to whip
her ass like I used to do you back in ninth, tenth,
eleventh and twelfth grades. So you don't know
what the fuck you talkin' `bout!"

"You ain't gon' do shit to my sister!" Kay Kay
barked back, standing up from her chair.

"Bitch, sit the fuck down, before I knock the
rest of them rollers out yo' head! Don't act like you
don't remember how I get down!"

"Tierra, calm down! I don't need you
destroying my salon," Charlene pleaded.

Everybody in Queens knew Tierra was a beast
when it came to beating a bitch down. And for those
that didn't, Tierra was quick to make them recognize.

"She don't want none of this!" Kay Kay
boasted, trying her best to present a tough exterior,
knowing good and well Tierra would mop up the
floor with her.

"Don't worry, Charlene. I'ma have a seat and
wait to get my hair done. Now you, motherfucker,"
Tierra turned back towards Kay Kay and pointed
her finger in her direction. "I know where the fuck
you live, and when I see you out in them streets, yo' monkey ass is mine ...trust!"

Tierra sat back down in her chair, beyond
heated. She was desperate to talk to Nichelle. Now
I understand mhy Nichelle xent into hiding. She probably worried
Lerrick is gon' retaliate against her for slashing her face. With
Nichelle being pregnant, she ain't gonna manna fight Lerrick
and put the baby's life in jeopardy. So she staying out of harms
way. That bitch, Lerrick got to go! Maybe then Nichelle will feel
comfortable enough to come home.

Tierra's thoughts were interrupted when she
heard her cell phone ringing. "Hello."

"We need to talk. What time can we meet up?"

"Damn right we need to talk! Where you
been? I've been trying to get in contact wit' you,
and you been ghost."

"I've been busy, but I got something for you."

"I hope it's a lot. When I say that, I mean a
lot more than we originally agreed on after the way
everything went down."

"Like I said, I got you. I'll see you at the spot
in say, an hour?"

"Make it two. I'm about to get my hair
done."

"Two hours then, and don't be late."

Before Tierra could respond, the person on
the other end hung up. But that was okay, she was
finally going to collect, and that's all that mattered.
She hoped that this time next week, she would
be packing her shit and getting the hell out of her mom's crib.

"Mr. O'Neal, I hope your car meets all of your
specifications," the dealer said, as Renny inspected
every detail of his newly purchased Maserati
Granturisimo S, at the Long island dealership.
Renny could afford any car he wanted, and had
been through quite a few, but something about
this particular style of vehicle gave him a hard-on.
Normally he would see a car, like it and buy it. But
this time he specifically selected everything from the
walnut briarwood dashboard and steering wheel,
the stitching matching the Rosso Corallo interior.
Even the color of the brake calipers to accent the
exterior and interior of the car was Renny's decision.
With the executive package he had added, the car
could damn near do everything but drive itself.

"This is truly my baby!" Renny glided his hand
over the slick body of the car. "I can't wait to get
behind the wheel," Renny smiled, to the dealer's
delight.

For the last few weeks of doing business with
Renny, the dealer knew how meticulous he was,
and you didn't want to be in his path if something
didn't meet his expectations.

"Hold on one minute, this is my other baby," he said, answering his cell. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. Are you busy?"
Nichelle hardly ever called Renny. In fact, this was
only the second time. She already felt that she was
intruding on his personal space, so she tried not to
bother him when he was out handling business.

"No, what's up?"

"I was wondering what time you were coming
home. I thought maybe I could cook dinner for you."

Renny could hear the apprehension in her
voice. He thought it was cute that she was feeling
nervous, and he decided to fuck with her. "Nichelle,
who's gonna make the food? Because you don't
even know how to cook."

"How did you know? I never told you I
couldn't cook!"

"You just did."

Nichelle wanted to drop the phone and hide
in the closet out of embarrassment. She didn't know
how to cook, but she was trying to find a way to
bring some romance into the house without doing
something too obvious, like opening his bedroom
door, butt-ass naked.

"Nichelle, are you there?"

"I'm here."

"I have a better idea. I bought a new car
today, and I can take you for a ride on our way to
dinner. So be ready at eight. I'll see you then."

When he hung up, instead of Nichelle being excited that this would be their first time going out
on a somewhat of a date, she felt like a complete
loser. "Why in the hell did I suggest I cook him
dinner? He must think I'm pathetic! He can do
everything, and I can't do nothing!" She continued
talking to herself out loud as she tried to straighten
up his crib. She also felt that was a waste, since
twice a week, he had maid service come in and
clean up anyway. "What the hell does he need me
for? I'm like dead weight to this dude."

Nichelle slumped down on the couch,
frustrated. "Okay, he doesn't need anything from
me, but he does want me to go to school. I'll do
better than just go and pass, I'ma bust my ass and
get excellent grades. Then I can prove to Renny that
I am good at something. Yep, that's what I'll do,"
she decided, hoping speaking it out loud would
make it come to fruition.

"Yo', this some good fuckin' weed right
here!" Lerrick said, as she, Kyla and Cinthia chilled
at Flushing Meadow Park.

"Look at all the stars in the sky, and the full
moon. That shit is beautiful right there," Kyla said,
lying on the grass, mesmerized.

"Lerrick, did you lace the weed wit' coke? `Cause Kyla over there buggin' hard."

"Ain't nobody buggin', I'm appreciating nature."

"You might be right, Cinthia," Lerrick giggled.
"She sounding crazy. So crazy, I think it's time for
us to go. It's late as hell anyway, and I got the
munchies."

"Hold up, let me go piss before we break
out. I won't be able to hold it until I get home."

"G'on `head. I have a few more pulls to get
off this blunt before I toss it anyway."

"You mean 9?/e," Cinthia clarified, making it
clear she wouldn't be left out of sharing the rest of
the good weed.

Kyla rushed to find a semi-private spot behind
a tree, barely able to hold her urine. She struggled
to unbutton and unzip her jeans, as being high was
making her even clumsier. "Oh yes," she moaned,
finally getting her jeans down and urinating.

When she was almost done, she was about
to reach over and grab some leaves to wipe herself
the best she could, but that would never happen.
Without any warning, a firm hand covered her
mouth, pressed her head back and slit her throat in
one single stroke. The blade cut so deep, it almost
severed her head. Her body was gently laid down,
as to not make any noise

"Damn, Kyla, is you over there shittin' too?
What the fuck is takin' you so long?" Lerrick
screamed out, and then she and Cinthia laughed at the idea. "Go sneak up on her and scare the shit
out of her," Lerrick whispered.

Cinthia nodded her head, letting Lerrick know
she was down. Lerrick watched as Cinthia tiptoed to
the tree. Cinthia kept turning back around, looking
at Lerrick and covering her mouth so she wouldn't
laugh out loud. But as she made her way behind
the tree, Cinthia was the one in for the surprise.

By the time Cinthia saw someone dressed in
all black, from the ski mask on down, the knife
was already gutting out her insides. Blood spurted
from her mouth as the blade went through her belly
button, and then ripped up, practically snatching
out both kidneys and her liver.

"Cinthia, is everything a'ight?" From where
Lerrick was standing, she saw Cinthia's arm fling out
in an odd manner. "Cinthia, Kyla, is everything a'ight?"
This time she screamed, becoming alarmed. "This shit
ain't funny! Ya' need to answer me now!"

When Lerrick saw the all black figure step
from behind the tree into the moonlight, carrying a
blood-drenched knife, she started hauling ass. "Oh
shit! What the fuck!" she whimpered as she ran
towards the highway, praying that if she made it to
the wide lanes, cars would be coming by and save
her. But with her being out of shape, she quickly
began running out of breath. As she slowed down
she could hear her attacker speeding up, getting
closer and closer, until finally, her entire body fell over as her attacker lunged on top of her.

"Please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!"
Lerrick cried out.

The attacker used every ounce of strength to
keep Lerrick pinned down, and pulled a gun from a
back pocket without giving her a chance to break free.

"Your time is up! This is what you and your
crew get for fuckin' wit' Nichelle! Remember her
name on your way to hell!" With a swift pull of
the trigger, a hole was put through Lerrick's head,
leaving her faceless.