Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Five

Divine

Later that night, I went back to me and Malina’s apartment to lie down and get some rest. My whole body was sore. On top of that, I heard them bitches pressed charges on me, so now I had DPD all in my mix, messing with Kaylin’s dusty ass. This was going to be a lose on top of lose battle. Nobody was going to win. Kenny was dead, and that was nobody’s fault but his and DJ’s. Everyone just wanted someone to blame and take their anger out on. And what better person than me? Slick and I were over. Not happening. And this was one of the reasons why. His family always had some shit going on and I hated it. The way I was feeling, a bitch was about to be in a whole lesbian relationship. I liked titties anyway. And pussy couldn’t have me walking around pregnant with no baby daddy like everybody else in my city. Yeah, that’s what I’m about to do; start fucking with fine bitches. I grinned at the thought. As I was lying there in deep thought, my cell began to ring. It was a number I had never seen before. “Who’s this?” I asked as soon as I answered. “It’s me… Bishop.” Bishop was DJ’s brother. I was surprised to hear from him because he had moved to Cali and been on some funny acting shit with everybody. Besides, he never called me anyway. For anything.

“What’s up, Bishop?” “So I’m on Facebook and see you slamming bricks all in bitches face,” he said while laughing. I heard him watching the fight in the background. “Outta there,” I said dryly. “What you doing?” “Lying down. What about you?” “Shit, chilling. Nigga needs to talk to you in person. I’m in Dallas.” “About what, Bishop?” I asked with an attitude. Didn’t really feel like talking to anybody. “Damn, shawty, hear me out. Where you live?” “In Grand Prairie. Right off I-20 and Carrier Pkwy.” “Bet, send me the address. I’m right down the street.” He hung up the phone. After sending him the address, I couldn’t help but wonder what this was all about. He couldn’t even come to Dj’s trial, but he wanted to talk to me in person. “Who was that?” Malina asked. She was lying at the end of my bed watching the hit TV show, Power. “Bishop. Say he about to slide through. Probably want to ask about how the trial went,” I said. “That’s weird. Anyway, Ghost is bae,” she joked as we got to the scene where Ghost was making love to Angela. “Hell nah. He dumb as fuck for fucking with a cop.”

“Bet he got an agenda. Bae ain’t just that dumb.” “Whatever. Now 50 Cent? That’s bae,” I said with a smile. She threw my pillow at me and said 50 was ugly. An hour later, Malina was in her room asleep and I was lying down watching TV alone. That’s when I got a knock at the door. I didn’t have to open the door to know that it was Bishop. The minute I opened the door, him and two other guys rushed in with big black bags and ski masks on their faces. “Yo! What the fuck?!” I yelled, waking Malina up. She rushed into the living room with her bat, but quickly lowered it as they removed the masks and she saw who it was. “Chill out, killa,” Bishop laughed as he and his friends plopped on the couch. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “I’m in trouble, Divine. I need you bad,” Bishop said as he put all six of his burnout phones on the table. “Bishop, we not even cool like that,” I hissed as I folded my arms. I was on some beef shit with the way he barged into my place with these unknown ass niggas. Didn’t appreciate that at all. “Malina, take the homies in the kitchen and make them a snack, so I can talk to Divine.” “Nigga, what?” she folded her arms. “Please,” he asked, throwing her a roll of money. “Come on,” she said to the two guys with an attitude.

When he was sure that they were out of range, he told me to have a seat in my own damn house. Reluctantly, I sat down across from him. “Wanna know what’s in this bag?” he asked. “Not really.” “$750,000 dollars.” “Stop lying.” He got up, opened every bag and showed me the crisp bills. “$750,000 dollars,” he said again. “Okay. And? What? You want me to spend it or something?” “Divine, just shut the fuck up and listen. I’ght? I’m running out of time.” I rolled my eyes and allowed him to talk. “I called you from a burnout phone that I’m only going to use once because I’m in trouble. When XJ got knocked, the cops started watching me too, and next thing I know, I’m being followed. I had got them off my back for a while, but they back again and they fucking with my money. Them hoes got me from five different ways, Divine,” he said as his hazel eyes pierced a hole into mine. He was serious. He began to rub his low cut hair. “What that got to do with me?” I asked. “I need to know that I can trust you.” “You already know you can trust me. That’s why everybody mad because I’m loyal to y’all family,” I assured him as I tightened my robe. “The feds watching me hard, so I can’t get this

money back to my connect. I need you to do it for me.” “What?” “Divine, if I don’t get this money to Cali within three days, I’m a dead man. Not just me, but my whole family. He will even have DJ murked in the pen.” The look in his eyes told me that there wasn’t a joking bone in his body. The tension in the room spoke volumes alone. “Did anyone follow you here?” I asked. “Nah, they got my cell tapped, so I sent them on a dummy mission way in Plano.” “Huh?” He laughed. “They got wiretaps on my phone. So I made a fake call to my homie and told him to meet me in Plano to get some work. So that’s where they headed. After that, I called you on my burnout.” “Why so many?” I asked, looking down at all of the flip phones. “I use each phone one time. Trying to stay two steps ahead.” “Damn. That’s a lot to be going through,” I said with a grin. “So what’s up?  You got me? I need you, Divine. You’re the only one I trust that I know the feds won’t go after. You’ll be the last person they would watch because we don’t talk at all unless we see each other.” After taking a long pause, I thought about it. “What do you need me to do?” I asked.

He put some money on the table. “Rent a plain SUV and take this money to Cali for me. I need you to drive.” “Drive? Why not fly?” He put his head down and shook it. “Divine, if you get caught with this money on a plane, you will get ten years fed time for money laundering. If you get caught with this at all, you will go away, and I will die. It’s a lot on the line, sis.” “What? Fed time? So what happens if I don’t drive it to Cali?” I asked. “I die. J dies. It’s that simple.” “And you don’t have anyone else to do it?” “Not anybody that I trust.” “I don’t know, Bishop.” “Here,” he put two stacks of money in my hand, “keep this.” “I work tomorrow and I can’t miss any more days.” “How much is your rent?” he asked. “Altogether, it’s one thousand a month. But Malina and I split it, and I’m working overtime to get a new car. Plus, I gotta put money on your brother’s books.” “If I give you thirty G’s, would you do this for me?” he asked as he took off his black sweater. “Thirty?” “Thirty-five, Divine, goddamn.” “I guess I don’t have a choice now. Do I?”

“Done deal. You got everything you need. Take this phone and I will call you in the morning. I need you to leave as soon as the rental place open because it’s storming bad out that way, and it takes a whole day to get there. Two days when it’s storming. Los Angeles has horrible weather.” “Can I take Malina?” I asked. “Yeah, just let me call Johan and tell him it’s an extra girl coming, so he won’t be all paranoid and shit,” he said as he got up from the couch and threw his ski mask back on. “I’ll do it this one time and that’s it, Bishop,” I said as I stood up with him. “Bet. Ay, niggas, we out!” he yelled into the kitchen. Before he walked out he looked at me and said, “Don’t fuck me over, Divine.” “What was that all about?” Malina asked as we shut the door and walked back into the living area. “You wanna ride to Cali with me?” “When?” “In the morning. We have to drive.” “What about work? Remember, we were trying to get a new car, Divine? We can’t miss another day. Plus, we’re already behind on the rent.” I tossed the thirty-five G’s at her. “It’s a life or death situation, and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t want to do this alone. I gotta drop this money off. You with me or what?”

“That’s all? Dropping money off and we come right back?” she asked. “Yes. And this has to be between you and me only. That’s it. This is serious, Malina. We’re not at the movies. People could die, including us, if we fuck this up.” “Damn, Divine. You know I’m riding with you right or wrong.” “Well, good. Help me put this money in the closet so we can get some rest. We have a long trip ahead of us.” The money bags were as heavy as the statue of liberty, it felt like. When we were done, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I thought this was about to be an innocent trip. Little did I know, my whole life was about to change.