Nude Awakening II (25 page)

You're the best I ever had

She smiled, feeling no regret for fucking him. For tonight, she would sleep well and happy.
I should send him a text. Or a picture of my pussy.
She reached for her phone just as her laptop pinged, signaling she had an e-mail. Reluctantly she got out of the bed.

To:
[email protected]

From:
[email protected]

Subject: Trevon

Date: 2/9/12 7:55pm

Sorry for my delay. His name is Trevon Harrison no known aka. DOB 7/25/79. He has a criminal record and is currently on probation. Did 15 years for 1
st
degree murder. I dug deep and I found something that's best for you to see for yourself. I found his connection to LaToria.

See Attachment file

The rose fell to the floor.
Murder . . . I slept with a convicted murderer! Tahkiyah read the e-mail twice. This can't be true. And what's this connection with LaToria?
Sitting at the foot of the bed, she moved the cursor over the
open
icon to view the attachment file. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the file to open.

“What the hell?” Tahkiyah murmured when an opening credit scene for an adult film filled the screen. She quickly assumed that it was a sick joke. Her mind went numb five seconds later when Trevon's face popped up on the screen. In a minute's span, her world was turned upside down by the sight of Trevon and LaToria aka Kandi. She exploded off the bed, losing the contents from her stomach before she reached the bathroom.

CHAPTER

Twenty-Nine

This Can't Be True
!

Trevon didn't think of Jurnee until a little after 8 pm. Sitting on the edge of his bed with Rex lying at this feet, he placed a call to Ariana.

“Hey Trevon!” she answered after the first ring. “What's going on?”

“Nuthin' much. Ain't wake you up, did I? I know you got a bedtime since it's a school night,” he said with a grin.

“Nah, you're good. But it's close to me turning in.” She laughed.

“Um, you seen Jurnee?”

“Not since she left for Janelle's party last night.”

“Hmm. I just tried her number right before I called you.”

“Ain't nothing wrong, I hope.”

“. . . I'ma call her again and leave a message this time.”

“When did you see her last?”

“This mornin'. She said she was gonna swing by to see you after she did whatever she had to do.”

“I'm worried.”

“Chill with the negative thoughts,” he said, trying to quell his own uneasiness as well as hers. “She know damn near everybody in Miami, so ain't no telling where she at. Well, lemme get off this phone, and
when
I reach Jurnee, I'll make sure she calls you. So don't be stressin' yourself out over nothing, ai'ight.”

“Okay. But promise to have her call me. No matter what time it is. I'll leave my ringer on.”

“Ai'ight, and you do the same if you see or hear from her before I do.”

“I will. Bye and good night.”

“Ai'ight, take care.”

Trevon tried Jurnee's number again. Just as the first ring sounded, the door chimed. Rex, as always, sprung to his feet and shot out for the front door barking. Trevon was right behind Rex with his iPhone ringing in his ear.
I know it ain't Jurnee ‘cause she got a key and the code to get in,
he thought as Rex went crazy at the door. Trevon's heart dropped in his stomach when he saw the red and blue light flashing through a gap in the curtains. He ended the call when Jurnee's voicemail kicked in.
What the fuck the police doing here?
Trevon was slow to answer the door. A fear of going back to prison had him stressing like hell. Rex kept barking and looking back at him. The doorbell rang again. Trevon felt like his feet were mired in thick brown mud as he moved to the door.
I know I ain't done shit. God, I hope it ain't nothin' ‘bout Yaffa.
“Rex sit!” he said, peeking through the curtain.
Shit. Ain't but one police at the door. Fuck it.
Trevon grabbed Rex by his collar and then tugged him back to the bedroom.

Trevon hurried back to the door with his worst fears forming in his head. Taking a deep breath, he turned off the alarm and then opened the door. The female cop greeted him with a curt nod. “I'm looking for Mr. Trevon Harrison,” she said with a stoic expression.

“Uh, I'm Trevon.”

She glanced down at a notepad she held. “Do you know a Ms. Jurnee Cruz?”

Trevon's heart began to thump. “Yeah, I know her. What—”

“Sir. She was in a real bad car accident, and we need—”

“Where is she!”

“Jackson Memorial. She's in critical—”

Trevon ignored whatever else she had to say. All that mattered to him was reaching Jurnee.
C'mon, baby, hold on! Hold on! God, please let ‘er pull through this.
Trevon sped off in his XJL hoping his prayer was heard.

***

An hour later, Swagga was laid up with Nashlly preparing to call it a wrap for today. He was sitting up watching old reruns of
Martin
.

“Nigga funny as hell!” He laughed with a bottle of Moet beside him.

Nashlly had her face glued to her cell phone tweeting to her friends on Twitter. She was topless, wearing only a pair of blue cotton panties.

“How much longer you gon' be on that shit?” he asked, hoping she would top him off like she did yesterday.

“Just a minute,” she replied without looking up from her screen.

He leaned over, trying to see what she was doing. “You been on that shit for almost an hour,” he complained. “Here, post this tweet. In bed wit' da KOM, Swagga.” He laughed, thumping her nipple.

“Oww!” she said. “And you better stop before I tweet it for real. And then all your groupies gonna get mad. And what does KOM mean?”

“King of Miami. Hell, I might need to buy the rights for that. But yo', tweet it and take them drawers off.”

“Wait, baby.” She reached between his legs. “You know I'ma handle my shit in this bed, so relax. It's just some big news buzzin' on Twitter.”

“'Bout what?” he asked as she managed to get his dick hard with one touch.

“That porn star, Honey Drop, was in a two-car accident today. Fucked up real bad too. People tweeting that she might not make it.”

“Word?” Swagga said, losing interest with the TV.

She nodded, hiding her sigh of relief when he rolled over to get his own phone. “Swagga, the bottle!” She caught it by the neck just as it started to spill.

“My bad, yo,” he said, grinning.

Swagga was easily drawn into the news about Honey Drop aka Jurnee. She was an A-list star in the world of porn. He saw Nashlly had told the truth. All the big names were posting heartfelt tweets in support of Honey Drop. When he saw tweets from Birdman, Rick Ross, Uncle Luke, Trina, Wale, and Tyga, he knew it was time to add his two cents.

@ Home hopin' that Honey Drop will pull through

He didn't mean one word, just wanted his name in the mix. Shit was turned up a notch when a picture of Jurnee's crumpled up SLS was posted. All of the AEF porn stars were showing their true support for Jurnee. Some were still speaking on the unsolved murder of Brooke Vee. Swagga was about to log out when a tweet from Trevon popped up.

@ Jackson Memorial showing love for Jurnee. Pray!

His face balled up instantly. “I need to use your car!”

“Huh? Where you going?” She looked up as he jumped off the bed.

“Don't ask too many questions. Not tonight.”

She laid her cell phone down, sliding off the bed with the bottle of Moet. She set it on the floor and then stared at him shoving his legs in a pair of black slim-fit Carhartt jeans. “I'm going with you!” she stated with her fists on her hips.

“No you ain't,” he said, reaching for his hoodie.

“Why?” She stomped, making her brown titties wobble.

“'Cause I fuckin' said so, bitch!” he shouted at her from across the room.

“Why I gotta be all that?” She matched his tone.

“Listen,” he sneered, dropping the blue Louis Stewart bag on the bed. “Get dressed and get the fuck outta my crib!”

Nashlly was about to get fly at the mouth, but held her heated words when Swagga pulled a gat from the LS bag.

“You think I'm playin', yo?” he said, placing the .22 in his pocket.

“This is fucked up. I know you're going to the hospital to see your ex!”

“Fuck you talkin' ‘bout?”

“I just saw the tweet by your ex bitch, Kandi! She's on her way to the hospital too.”

Swagga flopped on the bed to put his $525 black Mark McNairy boots on. “You don't know what the fuck you talkin' ‘bout, so shut the fuck up!”

“So you gonna do me like this!” she screamed.

Swagga's mind was twisted around knocking off two birds with one stone. He wouldn't pass up the chance to catch Trevon and Kandi at the same spot. All his troubles would end tonight! Fuck any talking—wasn't shit else to say. Since they wanted to hold that Chyna shit over his head, they would die for it. When he was on his feet, he stared at Nashlly. “Don't be here when I get back!”

Nashlly saw her future of living the
ballin' life
fading quickly. “Swagga, wait. I'm sorry, I'll—”

“Bitch, it's over. Get yo' shit and get missin'!” He started for the door.

“Swagga!” she called after him. “Swagga, please!”

She was left alone in his bedroom, shocked at how fast things had turned from sugar to shit. The flashy LS bag was still on the bed. She waited a second, thinking he was coming back to see if she was leaving. Instead, she saw the light flick on outside the huge window.
I know this dumb ass fool ain't leaving for real?
she thought, rushing across the floor to look outside. She stood at the window looking down at Swagga's multi-port garage. Nashlly waited a minute before she saw his ass running toward the garage. He couldn't take her Mustang because the keys were over on the dresser. A minute after he slipped inside the garage, she saw him pulling off with no lights on, behind the wheel of Rick's 760Li.

“This fool done crossed the wrong bitch!” She fumed, turning from the window. She made a quick dash for her cell phone on the bed. Clinging to a hope that he wasn't dead ass serious, she called him to see what was really up. Hell, she could deal with the shit talking and his bitches on the side as long as he kept her laced up.
But nooo, this muthafucka trying to bump me to the curb! Oh, really!
She stood by the bed waiting for him to pick up.

“What the fuck you want, bitch!”

“Baby, why you buggin' out on me? Listen, we can have some freaky sex when you—”

“Yo! Why are you asking like I care or need your ass? It's two things ain't ever seen. One is a UFO and two, a bitch I need!”

“So you gonna shine on me like this?” she asked, getting upset.

“Bitch, you don't even exist to me no more!”

Nashlly was one on one with the dial tone a second later. Steaming mad, she got her shit together and snuck out past Rick with a tight grip on the money-filled LS bag. She had a trick for Swagga, one that would put his ass on the cover of
XXL
and
Hip
 
Hop
 
Weekly
!

***

Trevon sat alone inside his XJL talking to Janelle on his iPhone. “Ain't nobody telling me nothing!” he said in a state of frustration. “All they keep saying is that she's still undergoing a bunch of operations and shit! I don't even know if she's breathing on her own or not. She had to be airlifted from the accident, so I know her condition ain't good,” he said.

“Trevon, listen to me,” Janelle's voice broke from the pain she was dealing with. “I know what we
do
for a living isn't viewed as righteous. But tonight it's really based on what you and I believe in, okay? We have to pray for her and I mean
hard
.” She sobbed. “We are all the family she's got right now, so we have to stay strong. But know that whatever happens it's for a reason and it's God's will, so—”

“She gonna make it,” he stated firmly, refusing to listen to any negative talk about Jurnee not pulling through.

“I know she will.”

“How soon can you and Victor catch a flight from New York?” he asked, wiping his eyes.

“I hope by noon tomorrow. If I can get a sooner flight, I'll take it.”

“Ai'ight ‘cause I'll be here. Ain't goin' no fuckin' where till I can take Jurnee home.”

Trevon was patient with himself as he struggled to control his emotions. He was unconcerned about the bullshit he thought was so important. He didn't care if his rims were shiny. He didn't care which model had the biggest ass. He didn't care about fucking a new female.
All
he cared about was his friend, Jurnee.

A car parked next to his sedan pulled off, its headlights briefly filling the dark cabin of his ride. He saw the wetness around his eyes in the rearview mirror. Shedding tears wasn't helping Jurnee. When he slid out of the XJL, he eased the door shut and reluctantly made his way back inside the hospital.

He was drained, walking with his head down. Trevon couldn't forgive himself for being in bed with Tahkiyah while Jurnee was fighting for her life. He had learned from the police that her last phone call was made to him. He was on the phone with her at the point of contact. All he could do was hate himself. Stopping at the front desk, he spoke to a black male RN and was again given no news. Tonight he wasn't going for that ‘no news is good news'. Leaving the front desk, he ended up finding a seat in the waiting area. He tried to sit away from everyone else. Alone was what he wanted to be.

***

Kandi swallowed the lump in her throat when Trevon walked by her.
He didn't
 
even notice me,
she thought with her eyes blurred. Part of her wanted to sit and just stay silent.
I have to do it.
She shouldered her black leather Fendi tote bag and then rose up in her ankle strap pumps. A small kid ran by with an older sister giving chase. Kandi left her tears in place as she closed the space between the man she so deeply loved. He sat with his head down, his once strong shoulders slumped.