Good Deed **** Chapter Eighty

Time wasn't on my side and I knew it. I decided I had no other choice except to trust Troy, he didn't speak like he planned on dying any time soon. I wanted to know more about the money and couldn't find out about it there in the boondocks. I had no clothes and wore his, I needed to leave and get myself right, but would return. He hadn't mentioned returning to the home in Shreveport so I was sure he would be there when I came back. Nikki and I had been messaging off and on discreetly, and she was about an hour away. I had given her the address and waited for her to arrive. I hadn't known how to distract Troy long enough to leave so I suggested we bathed together, knowing what it would lead to. Perhaps I wanted to feel him inside before I left, I don't know.

He must've caught on, he armed the home before joining me in the bathroom and I knew if I opened the door the alarm would sound. No matter what I suggested it hadn't worked and Nikki was close. I'd bribed him as I straddled him, he looked at me suspiciously then I finally said fuck it and told him I was leaving but would be back, there was nothing he could do to stop me. He became extremely upset pushed me off of him and got out of the tub.

"I may as well just kill u myself," he said while wrapping the towel around him and walking toward the bedroom shaking his head. I knew he was angry, his erection was completely gone. He needed to see shit from my point of view, I didn't feel like Trenton would kill me, he wanted something from me. He'd targeted me for years and hadn't killed me yet. I even considered he may even love me for real. I instantly became nauseous and ran to the toilet almost too late. Naked and wet I kneeled wondering what the fuck I had done.

Troy stood with my phone going through my messenger when I could see inside the bedroom again as I was getting back inside the water. I knew I was fucked, he'd read everything I told Nikki about my plan. "U don't fucking get it! I can't be risking my life for u---FUCK U! If u leave bit--DON'T COME BACK FUCK U! FUCK U!"

He threw my phone and cracked my screen, I ran from the bathroom panicking because it was my only means of communication, I HATED THAT BLACK AS NIGGA! I could still use it but the screen needed repairing. Thankful it hadn't completely shattered, and while dripping wet I began to look for my clothes and ask for my keys and money. I was done, I couldn't stand that temper tantrum having muthafucka! He couldn't keep me inside of that home forever, it felt like PRISON! He didn't get it!

I knew Nikki was coming and I was leaving with her either way, "I NEED MY CLOTHES!" This time I yelled, I refused to leave in his. FUCK HIM!

"U NOT LEAVING WITH MY BABY!"

"AINT NO BABY, IF IT IS NOT FOR LONG!"

"WHAT BITCH IF U---"

That nigga leaped right into my fist, I was not playing. I had placed my wedding ring on my right hand a few days before and I popped his ass for old and new, I was proud but when he looked at his hand after touching his face the blood was leaking profusely. Uh Oh. That imbecile laughed before leaping at me again, that time I was scared to fight.

"I'M SORRY!"

"U GONE KILL MY BABY? ILL KILL U FIRST!"

He had both hands around my neck, "U JUST REFUSE TO STOP PLAYING WITH ME! IMA SHOW U, I SHOULDA---"

I was getting light headed, attempting to ungrip his fingers, my tiptoes were barely touching the floor. I could feel the blood filling my cheeks as he squeezed the tears from my eyes. I moved my mouth but could not speak to his rage. I saw so much anger in him, I closed my eyes to keep from seeing his pain. He let go and limp I fell to the floor. I gasped loudly for air, as if he wondered why after a moment he came, picked me up and carried me to the bed. "Damn, u ok?" He whispered while wiping my eyes with his bloody hand. We were naked and he was bloody, there was an open pink cut beside his nose, after wiping my eyes with his palms he rubbed the scar on my forehead with his red thumb. I sobbed, that nigga was fucking crazy. Even so, I yet knew I had to leave. As my phone vibrated he climbed on top of me and held me down with his leg, "I can't have this shit on my conscience, I shouldn't have never fucked with u! I can't believe u really wanna leave me girl!"

He rubbed his hand in my damp hair, and held my chin while he kissed my throat. I could barely speak but told him again I would be back---soon.

"At least let me have it again," he said while getting up to go to the bathroom but reaching for me. I didn't trust him at all now, the blood was running down his face into his beard. He wasn't even concerned about the abrasion, that scared me, he only tried to lead me to the water. My phone vibrated and continued, I knew it was Nikki. I didn't trust getting in the tub with that maniac, I walked to the shower and turned it on, after adjusting the water temperature he washed his hands and lit a blunt before sitting on the chaise. I felt so awkward and I was bruised up once again, I rubbed my neck and the sensations from the pain was---it weakened me, I moaned but not in agony. He watched.

When he approached the shower I believe my eyes were closed but I felt his presence outside the door. He climbed in and held his face underneath the water before telling me to stand in front of him under the showerhead. The blunt laid smoking on the porcelain plant stand, I asked for it to buy time. He told me to go get it before taking a monogrammed towel from the rack outside of the shower and handing it to me. His silent anger had my heart pounding, and he looked at me mischievously as I opened the door and climbed out to retrieve the spliff, he then followed me holding my waist not releasing his grip. Our wet bodies slid against each other, I looked at my wrinkled feet they were completely white. My stomach growled after I hit the blunt a couple times, he placed his hand on my abdomen, "Are u hungry," he asked with his lips against my neck, I lied and said no, he moved his hand down and rubbed between my lips before insisting I was a damn lie. His tongue was so stiff as he licked the back of my neck, I knew I couldn't let that black ass nigga keep fucking me after beating my ass. I was so turned on I rested the blunt in my mouth and directed his hand, he instantly became solid against my back as he separated my wet thighs and lifted my leg, I resisted him, I was high and knew Nikki was waiting down the hill. I needed to leave. My nipples were aching, he squeezed them punishing me. I could not fuck him again but continued to guide his hand between my legs until he felt my contractions.

When he tried to bend me forward I weakly passed him his blunt over my shoulder. "My ride is waiting," I said. I was prepared to beat that nigga's ass!

He said nothing but stroked his dick, his knuckles moved against my back. "Bend over," He said as if he hadn't taken me serious, I WAS LEAVING! Or I would die trying! I knew what I had to do. If he did not allow me to leave I would CALL MY HUSBAND!

He could not keep me away from him, I would tell him how much I loved and missed him, I needed him---I couldn't live without him, I hadn't cared about his past, I loved him for him and was glad to be his wife.

The doorbell rang, he disregarded the chime. I knew he hadn't been expecting anyone. "Tell her u are not leaving before I shoot that bitch." He walked into the bedroom and picked up his phone. Nikki's image stood at the big wooden doors and appeared on his screen, then he changed views to down the hill. FUCK!

She had driven for hours, I had to leave!

"Please, she's my friend. I need her---I need somebody! I'm about to go crazy, I will lose the baby if I'm stressing!"

He said nothing but picked up my phone and messaged her. She soon turned around and walked back down the hill. She didn't call again or text, I wanted to know what the message said and knew she was pissed. I accepted the fact I would die in that home, but would find out what I needed to know before I did.

It was money that went in a few directions and Trenton hadn't recovered any. I had faxed the statements to Charles Schwab but hadn't looked at the detailed transactions. I felt they were vital to my lifeline. At the same time if they were so clandestine then why had he asked me to fax them?

"I'll order Chinese food," Troy said sliding on some sweats as if he didn't just dismiss my friend and I was upset! "Just please chill out, Ill tell u everything u wanna know. U really don't know shit I see, I didn't ask for any of this shit just like u didn't. I'm too dangerous for u I guess."

"Please just tell me how I'm involved with all of it!" I sat naked against the headboard holding my knees looking at myself in the Baroque accent mirror that hang on the wall, I had allowed him to fuck me up! I should have just taken a chance and ran! I hated myself for being such a coward!

"My T Lady used to monitor routes for armored trucks, and she knew about a truck scheduled to deliver 12 mil to the casino and knew T could pull off a heist, they had pulled off small licks, he always have been a dirty ass nigga. B was his ace though, they go way back. Twan started knocking niggas off him and his twin brothers for T, them niggas was eating, so when T asked Twan to help pull off the 12 mil heist he was down. He called Rell and them niggas pulled that shit off, the whole fucking 12 mil. They split the money up and went separate ways, gave my TLady 3 to put up. Some shit went down and T said he had to ditch the 6 mil he had, 3 belonged to B.

Twan told T Nate ran off with his 3, Rell, shit he said fuck that nigga, he was spending his money---actin like a nigga that aint never had shit. T said bet, and put a hit out on Rell. I looked for that slick ass nigga for 6 months, until u offed him. When Twan got killed the lawyer called Pam and said there was 3 mil in an account in the name Antwan Carter Jr., in a bank out of state put in there before u even had his son. My T-Lady gave Lamont 3 to put up but that nigga died with it in the safe. B got fucked and he was pissed, he wanted his 3 and arrested u thinking u knew where Rell's money was and even when u got out Twan was supposed to keep an eye on u 10 days until that nigga Redd got out, he made sure he stayed. T said Redd told u in code where it was. They had hit licks before, T would put the money in an account for my Uncle MP. He askin' for his bread and if T don't come up with 5 mil real soon---"

5 million dollars?! I didn't even know Louisiana had that kind of money! I mean I should have with the casinos and all, but damn! I knew nothing about any of it, nobody told me shit! The only thing I had heard was Veronica had 3 million in an account. How had Christy been looking for the money and it was right under her nose? I wondered what happened to the safe.

"U smart though, and T think u can open Lamont's safe. I know he bonded Christy out with my uncle's money thinking she knew the code. U did them niggas dirty work when u killed Rell. He would never marry anyone---I mean he would only make u think u were married. U gotta be psycho as fuck if u will kill your own sister anyway."

"So Trenton thinks I know where the money is that Terrell took?"

"By now, maybe not but he knows about the account Twan died for, Pam told him. He took your daughters to her and kept your your two sons. He's desperate and will do anything to get that money. I knew Nate didn't rob that nigga."

Yea Rell had come across some money, but I'm almost certain it wasn't that much, why stick around? He would pay me for sex but was broke! If he had money where the fuck was it?

Troy had rolled another blunt and was passing it to me, I was yet naked as a jaybird, confused as hell. Where had Nikki went? What he said only had made me want to leave there even more! Trenton had never even mentioned money to me, not that much! What made him think the money wasn't gone? That was 7 years ago! Trenton had stalked me because he thought I knew about some money? It just didn't seem right.

"T should have been locked up long time ago. Twan wouldn't testify against that nigga when that shit went down on the Fourth of July and they couldn't prove he killed dude when he was young. My uncle took that nigga under his wing and helped him get that Orchard since they declared his mama dead but now he want that nigga erased."

I loved Trenton, as crazy as it may have sounded, he was my child's father. Troy was telling me he was going to be killed soon? I thought back to the bond we had and wondered if his lifestyle would have been different had we been in true love? He had pretended so well I had to ask myself if I was afraid of him. I was more afraid of the clown beside me but he was the only person who had shed any light on the whole situation. From how it sounded I was more beneficial alive than dead and knew I needed to call Trenton with or without Troy's permission.

After the conversation I still sat on the bed naked trying to soak it all in, I knew if I told the police about the body they would arrest Trenton and he would not be killed. When Troy said he was making a store run I looked at his trifling ass message and called Nikki, she said she was out of gas on the side of the road, I felt so bad. I googled the number to Clinton Police Department, the closest one I could find to Ethel and gave it to her with a detailed message to give them. I told her I would call Angela to pick her up and to stay with her until I could get away. She sounded scared and upset but agreed to do so after our call ended. I concluded I would rather see him again alive than dead, since he had rescued me so many times, I decided to return the favor and prayed for my sons so I could kill him myself.