Filthy Rich-Part 2 (2 page)

"Now!" he ordered.

A part of Trinity still wanted to die. A part of her wanted to defy him so he would go ahead and splatter her brains all over the place. Another part of her didn't want to die, not now that she knew her brother was alive.

"Do it, ho!"

Trinity finally did as she was told. With her assailant’s pants now down to his knees she dropped to the floor and stuffed his limp dick into her mouth.

"That's a good bitch," he said, watching Trinity go to work.

Trinity found herself gagging and choking on the goon's shaft as he forced himself deeply into her mouth so far the tip of his head was touching the back of her throat as the other goon commenced to pounding her from behind.

What seemed like forever passed.

So many thrusts.

So many moans and groans.

Both men changed positions.

More thrusts.

More laughter.

More of Trinity's screams.

As it continued, Cedrick remained on the floor with his eyes closed and his chin buried in his chest. Saliva continued to fall from his mouth and drench his pajama shirt. He didn't move or speak.

Then...

Cedrick's eyes opened. His head arose slowly. Without saying a word, he watched in silence as his sister was being raped a distance away from him. With his eyes locked on the brutality and with no one paying the slightest attention to him, he reached slowly behind him and pulled a gun from underneath his shirt.

The moment had come for Cedrick to reveal himself.

Cedrick had spent the past several months allowing everyone to think he was still under the spell of the drugs his mother had been giving him. In reality though, the moment when he secretly flushed the pills for the first time, he hadn't taken any more of them since. It had been a difficult road for him. Staying off the pills seemed impossible at times. They had clouded his mind for so long and had been so much a part of his life that his body craved them like food and water. Going without them caused his body to go into heavy withdrawal. He threw up constantly. His body shook. Yet, he fought it. He fought every day to stay off them.

Eventually, he won.

Keeping his newfound state of mind secret, Cedrick listened as his mother told the two goons who were now raping Trinity to bring him to the cabin. She'd discovered that Nessa knew about Cedrick. To keep him from being found, she ordered them to bring him to the cabin until further notice. They had also been ordered to kill Trinity. Cedrick didn't know who Nessa was. All he knew was that the goons didn't do exactly what Chetti had ordered. Instead of killing Trinity, they decided to have a little fun first. They decided to rape and beat her. They would kill her later.

Bad mistake.

Cedrick had easily tucked the gun earlier that day with neither of the goons noticing. Now...

Payback time.

Cedrick slowly arose from the floor with his back to the wall and the gun pointed. His eyes were locked on the men hurting his sister. Angrily his chest began to heave back and forth underneath his shirt. He wanted blood.

Click-Clack!

The sound of the gun's slide being cocked echoed throughout the basement. Both rapists immediately looked in Cedrick's direction. With surprise written on their faces, they both said, "What the…”

Before they could finish their sentences, Cedrick squeezed off.

Crack!!!!!

Crack!!!!!

Crack!!!!!

Crack!!!!!

Both men immediately let go of Trinity and stumbled backwards towards the wall as the force of each bullet carried them. Every single bullet tore through their chests as easily as paper. A moment later, both men fell to the floor. Weakened, Trinity collapsed to the floor also.

Rushing to his sister and taking her into his arms, Cedrick held her tightly. "Trinity," he said.

Looking up into her brother's eyes, Trinity said in a voice just slightly above a whisper, "They told me you were dead."

"I know. And for a long time I really was dead. I'm back now though." He hugged his sister tightly then allowed his emotions to flow.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too."

Through tear-filled eyes, Cedrick untied his sister's wrists and helped her to her feet. He then took off his pajama shirt and placed it on her naked body. As he did so, one of the goons made a stirring sound signaling he was still alive. Eager to finish what he'd started, Cedrick took a step towards him.

Placing her hand against her brother's chest, Trinity said, "No."

Cedrick looked at his sister.

Neither of them said a word. Their eyes spoke volumes. Understanding what his sister's eyes expressed, understanding what she needed and yearned for at that moment, Cedrick handed Trinity the gun. Accepting it, she made her way barefooted across the floor to one of the surviving rapist. She took aim at him as he lay on his back.

Then...

Crack!!!!!

The bullet tore through the man's dick and severed it completely sending it flying across the room. With blood spewing from between his legs, he screamed and wriggled wildly in pain across the floor like a fish fresh out of water. Ignoring his suffering, she headed to the other goon and stood over his body as blood poured from each of the several holes ripped into his chest. Kneeling down beside him and seeing terror in his eyes, she shook her head. The bastard had the heart to inflict pain. He had the heart to kill. He had the heart to hurt people but he feared dying. With no remorse, Trinity pointed the gun at his face and repeated the same words to him that he had repeated to her earlier, "Open your mouth and suck it good. If you bite, I'll blow your fuckin' head off."

Unable to speak, his windpipe too clogged with blood and causing him to make gurgling sounds, the man did as he was told. He opened his mouth and allowed the gun's barrel into his mouth hoping Trinity would show mercy.

Cedrick said nothing. He only watched with absolutely no intentions of stopping Trinity. His sister deserved every bit of her revenge just like he deserved his.

"Suck muthafucka!" Trinity ordered.

The gunman sucked on the barrel hard. As he did, blood covered the barrel as more and more of the crimson liquid arose from his throat and damaged insides like lava. While he worked the barrel, his partner's screams finally ceased as he bled out and died.

Moments passed.

Pleased but not totally satisfied, Trinity finally took the gun from the bastard's mouth and stood. As his eyes stared up into hers, she aimed at his forehead. He took his blood covered hands from his bleeding chest and raised them for mercy, an act that meant nothing to Trinity.

She squeezed the trigger.

Blood splattered as Cedrick stood by.

As both goons now lay on the floor dead, their eyes staring up at the ceiling, Trinity stood with the gun at her side. She felt vindicated but only for the moment. She wouldn't feel
completely
vindicated until she looked directly into her mother's eyes and took her life, too.  

Chapter 2

Both Nessa and Sidra walked out of the clinic and made their way through its courtyard. In a playground not far away the two friends sat down on a bench. Around them young children ran about laughing, playing and enjoying life without a care in the world. Nessa wanted to admire their worry free life but couldn't. She felt like she had no time. Too much was hitting her all at once. Just as quickly as she sat down, she stood and began to pace.

"You okay?" Sidra asked Nessa. “You’ve been acting antsy since we got here.”

Nessa shook her head. She wasn't alright at all. What she'd already known had just been solidified by a doctor...

Nessa was pregnant.

"Hell no, I'm not okay. Shit, I'm fuckin' pregnant."

"Damn, bitch, ain’t this what you wanted?" Sidra asked with her face twisted into a knot. "You always said you wanted to marry Luke and have the nigga's baby, right?"

"Yeah but that was then…this is now. Shit’s different.”

"Bitch, you trippin'. You just hit the damn lottery. You know how much money you can get up out that nigga for Child Support? You'll be in his pockets for the next eighteen years. Shit, even if the relationship doesn't work out, you're good. You know how many bitches out here
wish
they could get a chance like that?"

“I just don’t know about this.”

Shaking her head, leaning back into the bench and crossing her legs, Sidra said, "Shit, bitch, you better check the expiration date on those drugs your ass must be takin’ and quit playin'. It’s time to cash in…get paid for life."

Nessa kept pacing. “Fuck Child Support!” she bellowed. In her mind she felt she was onto bigger and better things. Child Support was small time. 

"I'd be happier than a faggot in the county jail if I was you," Sidra added.

Nessa was far from happy. In fact, she was spiteful.

Luke had violated.

He’d cheated on her.

And not only had he cheated. He did it with a fucking pale faced bitch. That shit hurt Nessa. It had hurt her to the point where she was entertaining abortion just to spite Luke. The thought of killing his baby made her feel like she would be killing a part of him.

         Luke's infidelity now had Nessa feeling a certain kind of way towards men in general. From dealing with her father and several past boyfriends, she'd witnessed the lies, the late night trips to the store for a pack of cigarettes, the locked cell phones, the excuses, and so much more. She'd witnessed it all first hand, and now his betrayal fed her anger. She now had the chance to be the top dog in a game dominated by men. She was now going to get a chance to make their asses kneel.

          "So what are you going to do?" Sidra asked.

Nessa's mind was on countless other things; the raid, Luke, possibly having Chetti killed, the million dollars she’d taken from Luke, meeting the connect, and so much more. Her mind was bombarded with way too much for her to be thinking about a baby right now. As she paced, she glanced out into the parking lot at the rental. In its trunk was five hundred thousand dollars. Knowing it was in there nervously added to her thoughts. She knew shit was about to get deep from here on out. With the addition of money, she was going to have to deal with cut throats, stick up kids and a lot more.

"Well?" Sidra asked again.

Nessa finally stopped pacing and looked at her friend. The creases in her forehead expressed what she was thinking about
possibly
doing…

“I think I’ma get on the table. Just need to make a decision.”

With her bottom jaw dropped, Sidra said, "No, Nessa, you can't be serious. Now I done robbed niggas, shanked bitches and some more, but killing an unborn child ain’t right."

"Sidra, you just don't understand. I've got some really big shit going on in my life right now. A baby would complicate it all."

"Damn, well are you going to tell Luke?"

"For now, I’m not even accepting the nigga’s calls. And I haven't quite decided what I’m going to do about the baby yet. But whether I abort or not, fuck that nigga and fuck his feelings. He didn't care about mine when he stuck his dick in that white bitch so why should I care about his?"

"Yeah, I guess you got a point. Well, you know no matter what, I’ve got your back."

Children continued to laugh and play as Nessa glared at Sidra. For now she was the only person she could trust one hundred percent. Nessa had given her the other five hundred grand from Luke’s money. She’d asked Sidra to keep it safe and not tell anyone, especially her greedy mother, Piper. Nessa knew that her mother would be pissed to know she’d put so much trust into Sidra. Since Sidra had a checkered past, Piper didn’t trust her at all.

Even when it came down to going to see the doctor, Nessa knew that if Piper found out that Sidra was with her during such a trying moment, she would flip her wig. Luckily, for Nessa, Piper had been acting highly suspicious over the last three days. She barely answered Nessa’s calls and always seemed to be whispering when she did answer. Something strange was going on with Piper…she just couldn’t pin point it.   

Nessa's phone rang. Seeing Brandon's number on the screen, she answered.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm on my way."

"Alright."

The two ended the conversation.

"I've got to go, Sidra." Nessa stood from the bench and told her friend, "I've got to handle something serious."

"You need me to go?"

"Nah, I'm good. But look though. I'm working on something huge, something that's gonna make me rich...us rich. I'm gonna need your help though. In a minute I'm going to need only the people around me I can trust. Just guard that money I gave you with your life."

"You know I will.” Sidra patted her heart letting Nessa know how she really felt about her.  “Family isn’t just being born with the same genes. You my family forever.”