Authors: Angel Williams

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BOOK: Fiending for His Love

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~Chapter 16~

Trent was trying to do any and everything to win Charisma back. Yeah he did his dirt and he was dead wrong but he had apologized a million times. Deep down inside, he knew Charisma was never going to forgive him. In due time she was going to do something back to him that hurt him like crazy.

Trent has just gotten off the phone with his cousin Blaze.

“Man, what did I tell you? Put both of them hoes down with pimping, little cuz. You seriously got that hoe up in your house after you betrayed her the way you did? Think twice before you end up losing your life. $50,000 for that hoe and I'll solve all your problems. Stop thinking with your dick! Never trust a broken hoe!” Blaze’s words danced around in Trent's mind.

He thought it over.

He’d given Charisma a week and she was still acting funny. Then he had Michelle on the other hand who was tossing all sorts of threats around. He was seconds away from going to her house and wringing her neck.

Trent’s mind began to play tricks on him. His mind raced back to Blaze’s father trusting a broken hoe who ended up costing him dearly. She’d cost him something that no amount of money could buy: His life. Trent loved his life too much. If he could turn back the hands of time he would have never fallen so hard for Charisma. He should have stuck with plan A. Broke her in, had fun with her, and then sent her on a one-way ticket to Florida. With his mind made up, Trent sent his cousin a text.

$100,000 and she's yours

*****

Michelle stared in the mirror at her bruised up face. It had been a week already and her face was still messed up and her body was aching. She had to admit that Charisma had really put a whooping on her ass. She still felt that Trent’s ass was worth the beating that she’d received.

Calling Trent’s phone she started to get the shakes. She felt as if she was withdrawing from not having his love. She was fiending. It was obvious that she was an addict. “What the hell! Noooo!” Michelle cried out as she noticed that Trent’s number was disconnected.

She got into her car and made her way over to his house.

Her heart sunk to the pit of her guts as she saw Trent and Charisma pulling up in his car together. Trent raced over to Charisma's door and opened it for her. She planted a kiss on his lips and he followed her into the house like a tamed dog. Michelle grabbed the steel that rested in her handbag. Her eyes quickly scanned to the right and she noticed an older white woman.

Rolling her eyes at the lady, she pulled off. If she couldn't have Trent no one else could either.

Pulling up to the police station her eyes was filled with tears.

~Chapter 17~

“Look girl! I know a hoe when I see one. I remember how much of a slut you were when we were kids. Ain’t no changing you. Once a hoe, always a hoe! It’s in your blood, HOE!” Charisma said through gritted teeth.

“Why are you disrespecting me like this? I made a honest mistake!” Michelle cried over the phone. It finally hit her that Charisma was the only friend she had. In fact, Charisma was the only person on earth that treated her like she was somewhat of a human. Everyone else treated her like pure scum.

“Hoe, I don’t want to hear that! I have no pity for you. You lucky that I don’t come over there and stomp another hole in your hoe ass, HOE!” Charisma kept tossing the word hoe around, trying to embed in Michelle’s thick skull that she was nothing more than a hoe and would never be anything more than a hoe.

“Please Charisma! Don't treat me like this. How did you forgive him but don't forgive me?” Michelle whined.

“Look... girllll bye! Go toot your ass up in the air or suck a dick or something!”

Charisma hung up on Michelle, tired of hearing her pathetic voice. Her apologies fell on death ears. She knew if she gave Michelle another chance, nine times out of ten Michelle was going to screw her over again.

She loved the girl but some things and some people you just had to let go. For her, Michelle was one of those people. She should have thought twice about crossing Charisma. Charisma was going to make sure she paid for what she’d done to her if it was the last thing she did.

Charisma sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Victoria’s Secret Pink sweat pants with the matching top. Reaching over to her dresser that sat next to the bed, she grabbed her favorite pink nail polish and began painting her nails. Midway through the tears began to run down her face. She couldn’t believe the fact that her best friend had betrayed her the way she did; Stabbed her right in the damn back like a piece of meat. It was too much dick in the world for all of that nonsense.

Charisma grabbed her iPod that was connected to the speakers, which rested in both corners of the master suite. Seconds later she was walking around the bedroom singing her heart out as tears flooded her face. “You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it. I’m so over you. Boy, go get lost. Believe me. You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…. She will never be meeeee.” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song. “You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten…”
Fucking backstabbers,
Charisma thought.

All of a sudden she heard loud obnoxious thumps and bangs. Her eyes quickly darted to the bedroom door. Panicking, she ran over and locked it. She rushed to the window and noticed that Trent’s car was still parked outside which meant that he was putting his work together.

Charisma turned the music down just a bit, unlocked the bedroom door, and then began to creep down the long hallway. Getting to the end of the hall, she gazed down into the living room where she noticed Trent and four men dressed in all black.

“Who’s in here with you?” one of the men questioned Trent.

Trent was shaking and was damn near in tears. “No one’s here, man. And I don’t have any money here. My girl left hours ago with the money we had to deposit it into our bank accounts.”

“Nigga, I didn’t ask you all of that now did I?” one of the other men asked.

Trent shook his head no.

“Now that you want to bring that up... Call that bitch and tell her to get back here with that money. Let her know your life depends on it,” the second dude demanded.

Trent nodded his head yes, obeying the men who now had his life in their hands. With a shaky voice Trent began to read off Charisma’s cell number.

Charisma thanked God for the fact that their walls were thick and the intruders couldn’t hear the loud music that she was blasting from the master suite. She also thanked Trent for not ratting on her and covering up for her saying that she had left with the money. Any other nigga would have told that their girl was upstairs along with the money they had come for.

Quickly, she crept back to the master suite and through on a pair of sneakers, messing up her perfectly painted toenails. She grabbed two duffel bags from out of the closet and seconds later she had the safe door pried open as she filled the bags with money. The only other things she could grab were pictures of her and Trent. Although she hated him, now in this moment she loved him like the first time they had met.

She grabbed her handbag and her cellphone. She glanced around the room and knew her only exit was the attic and then from they’re the back windows. Rushing out of the room with the two oversized duffel bags filled with money, Charisma thought her back was about to give out.

She hesitated and thought about the two choppers that they had hiding under the bed. For her kryptonite, the love of her life, Charisma sat the bags down and decided to ride out for her man like the rider she was. She crawled under the bed and pulled out both choppers. “No one comes up in my house and try to rob us!” Charisma said though gritted teeth.

It was do or die time and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one dying. She double-checked both choppers to make sure they were fully loaded and ready. Sporting a mean demeanor on her face, she strutted through the long hallway and then glanced down from the top of the steps at her view. The love of her life was now being tied up and blindfolded.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Instantly she noticed that all four men were armed. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer, praying that God would protect her and no harm would be done to her as she was about to go to war; a one woman against four men war at that.

She sighed deeply and gripped both choppers. Rushing down the steps she opened fire. The impact of the choppers almost caused her to lose her balance. The force hit her in the chest so hard that it damn near knocked the wind out of her. That still didn't stop her. She managed to stay up on her two feet and keep control of both guns.

Ritttt titttt taattttt riiiittt tiiiittttt tattt
! The choppers screamed as they were out for blood and pure flesh. Within the blink of an eye a blood bath was created in the beautiful home that Trent and Charisma shared.

Charisma gazed around the smoke filled room at the damage that she had just done. Her eyes zoomed in on Trent as he laid in the chair, which was now lying on its back on the floor. Trent’s legs swung helplessly from the chair as his chest heaved up and down. Loud breaths escaped his mouth. Charisma ran to his side and noticed that he had been hit a few times.

She cursed herself for not thinking before shooting as she struggled to untie him.

Trent grabbed his chest and then his throat. He was delirious and he didn't know which part of his body was afflicted. “H-h-el-lp,” he managed to gasp as he held a death grip on his own throat. Blood slowly leaked from the corners of his mouth.

Charisma’s eyes filled with tears. “Trent. Oh my God Trent!” she cried. Dropping down to her knees, she grabbed his throat. Her pretty brown hands were soaked in her lover’s blood within seconds. Her heart ached as she watched her man fight for his life. She couldn't live without him. He was all that she knew; the only love she’d ever wanted to know. A second without him and she would be fiending for his love. “Ohhhhh God!” Charisma bellowed loud enough to cause glass to shatter.

~Chapter 19~

Blaze was ready to knock at this cousin door until he heard the gunshots coming from within. He quickly jumped back and grabbed a hold of his pistol. He glanced at the space between the house and the car. He was ready to make a run for it. He loved his cousin but hell he loved himself more.

*****

Charisma made it through the backdoor, her shirt was drenched in blood and her face was filled with tears. She struggled to carry the two big bags down the street since they were heavier than she weighed soaking wet. She struggled past a car with two gorgeous females occupying the back seat. She stared at the strangers and continued up the street. When she heard sirens in the distance she quickly ducked behind a car.

*****

“Get down on your knees and place your hands in the air!” the officer screamed with his gun pointed towards the armed man.

“Officer, I'm getting on my knees now!” Blaze yelled as he dropped to his knees. The last thing he wanted to be was shot up by some bloodthirsty police officers. He couldn't believe what was going on. He only came to purchase a hoe and here he was getting arrested for a crime that he didn't commit.

To Be Continued....

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