Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Nine

Malina

It didn’t take as long as I expected to count the money up, being that it was already sorted out. If I was a grimy bitch, I would have taken this money and said fuck Johan. Never in my life had I seen so much money right in my face. At 10:00 p.m., the track phone began to ring. It was Bishop. “What’s the play?” Divine said, picking up the phone immediately. She put him on speaker so she could eat the rest of her ice cream. “Y’all ready?” “Yeah. Where we going?” “That’s the thing, Johan is gonna have somebody pick y’all up with it. He just told me, so I told him what hotel y’all were at.” “What? So why they just won’t get the money from us and be gone? This don’t sound right, Bishop.” Divine was getting nervous, and so was I. “Chill, sis. You know I wouldn’t send you on a dummy mission. This nigga Johan just paranoid as fuck, so he don’t want to give y’all directions to his crib, and he never met y’all before.” “Don’t he trust you?” I cut in. “Yeah, but this a dirty business. Y’all don’t get it now, but y’all will soon. Open the door.”

The line went dead. “I know he didn’t hang up. Hello?” Divine was looking at the phone crazy, trying to get an answer. “This don’t sound right. What he mean open the door?” Just as I said that, there was a knock at the door. Divine stood up to answer and I pulled her arm. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Answering the door.” “What if they kill us?” She smiled. “If they want to kill us, they will, whether we open that door or not.” She proceeded to open the door. I guess she was right. It was dark outside, and all I could think about was this being my last night on earth. Finally, she opened the door. No one was there. She stepped outside and looked around. Still didn’t see anything. Just as she walked back into the room, I saw dark figures behind her. Three men in all white, looking like terrorists, rushed her and threw a black bag over her head. Whatever was in the bag made her pass out because she slumped over as one man threw her over his shoulder. The other man grabbed the bags. And the another one ran for me. I started to put up a fight, but before I could think, everything went black.

“Damn, are you sure they’re okay?” I heard a voice ask. Thought I was dreaming until I woke up in an all white Matisse bed that sat on white marble floors. I looked out the balcony and saw two men smoking a cigar. “Divine,” I whispered as I tried to wake her up, but it didn’t work. After making sure she had a pulse, I relaxed a little, but not too much. When I really came back to reality, I panicked. They really drugged us. “They’re going to kill us, Divine,” I whispered in her ear, hoping to God that she would wake up. “No they’re not. We would have been dead. Just relax,” she said as she got comfortable under the covers. “How long have you been up? What time is it?” “I woke up a couple hours ago because I had to pee. It’s 4 a.m.” “What? We’ve been sleeping for six hours? Why didn’t you wake me up?” “I talked to Bishop on the track phone. He told me that everything was fine,” she said in her groggy voice. “And you still trust this nigga? Divine, they drugged us right after he told you that everything was fine.” We were still whispering so the men on the balcony wouldn’t hear us.

“That was so we wouldn’t see how to get here. Trust me, if they wanted us dead, we would not be in this luxury bed, under covers and sleeping peacefully. Just be cool. You worry too much.” Someone flicked on the lights and I got to see the whole room. I was shocked at how huge it was. It was the size of our apartment times two. “Hola, mamis!” It was a brown skinned guy with tight eyes. Looked like he was from the islands. His skin was so smooth and pure. He had the gold teeth at the bottom of his mouth, looking like a hood nigga, but it was obvious that he wasn’t from here because of his accent. “Come. I want to talk to you two,” he said, walking over to us. He spoke English, but English clearly wasn’t his first language. “Who are you?” I asked. Divine was wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “I’m Johan.” He extended his hand for me to shake. “You must be Malina.” “How did you know?” I shook his hand. “I saw your ID inside your purse. And this must be Divine…” “Yes, that’s me.” We both stood up and noticed that we had on nothing but white robes. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. We’re not perverts around here. Just wanted you two to be as comfortable as possible.” He kept laughing like shit was funny. Grabbing both of our hands, he walked us down the long white stairs and down a long hallway, which led us to another part of the house. I had never been in a glass house before today, and it was beautiful. “You said your name is Johan?” I asked as I grabbed his hand a bit tighter when I noticed big ass dogs in every corner of the house. “Yes. Don’t worry about the wolves. They’re trained.” “Wolves?” “Yes. In my country, we have wolves for pets.” “Where are you from?” “Colombia.” I know this is going to sound crazy, but I had never seen a black Colombian. Scarface wasn’t black. This house was full of black people who spoke no English. Finally, we reached the other end of the house and it seemed like it took forever. We walked into a room and I felt the frequency change immediately. “What just happened?” I asked him as he pulled out some chairs for us. “Now, you begin to notice a change in your voice. The room is soundproof,” he said as we sat down and two men walked in and hooked us up to machines.

“What’s this for?” Divine finally asked as they hooked several wires up to us. “It’s a lie detector. I ask you questions and you answer them. You lie… I kill you.” He sat on the table like it was just another day in the life of Johan. “Kill us? Wait a minute. Is this a joke?” I asked, looking around. “I’m not kidding.” “So this is why you brought us to a sound proof room?” Divine shook her head and smiled like she was crazy. “It’s not funny,” I said to her. “I know. They just doing the most, and I think it’s dramatic.” “What does that mean?” Johan asked. “What?” Divine responded. “Dramatic.” “It means that all of this isn’t necessary.” “Oh, I see. Dramatic.” “Yes, dramatic. Womanly.” She was mad and was about to start talking reckless. “Divine, shut up. Please.” “No, fuck this. I’m going all up in Bishop’s mouth for this shit,” she hissed as Johan pulled out his gun. This nigga was about to kill us with a smile on his face. “Malina, you first. What is your name?”

“Really?” “Just answer, Malina. These are test questions to ensure the machine is working properly,” Divine said, rubbing her head like she had a headache. “Malina.” The machine was flowing in a straight line. “Are you a cop?” he asked. “No.” The machine was still normal. “Do you find me attractive?” “Johan, this isn’t the time for games.” A young girl walked into the room. She looked to be the same age as us or a few years older. “Just having a little fun, Chola.” He began to laugh. “Are you a cop?” Chola asked me. “No. I already told him that.” She rolled her eyes at me and went to Divine. “What is your name?” “Divine.” The machine still marked a straight line across the long paper. “Are you a cop?” “Yes,” Divine said. I looked at her like she was crazy. The machine started to do zig zags, “You’re a little jokester, aren’t you?” Chola asked Divine. “I can be sometimes.”

“Well, Divine, did you know that Bishop shorted me $350,000 and sent you here to deliver a small amount of my money?” She cocked her gun. “No, I didn’t know that.” The machine went in a straight line. “Did you know, Malina?” she asked. “No,” I said as my machine flowed normally also. Divine snatched the wires off of her. “Are you fucking serious!” She went zero to a hundred that fast. “No. I am serious.” Chola said as she held eye contact with Divine. Seemed like she was studying her face to find the truth. Johan looked at me and winked. “I fucking knew I shouldn’t have done this shit!” Divine was mad. Chola and Johan appeared to be chilling. Something was weird about this whole situation. Just as Johan was about to speak, his phone rang. He tossed it to Chola, and Chola tossed it to Divine.