Chapter 26 Trell
I knew I had taken a risk tonight, but as soon as I heard she was at Club Mirage, I had to go.
I wanted to destroy everything Mekhi Venzant cared about before I finally destroyed him.
But Farrah was making that impossible. The more I tried to see her as his possession, the more I wanted to get close to her.
Watching her in his arms tonight fucked with me and knowing that she was going home with him didn’t make it any better.
That nigga didn’t deserve that kind of love and attention, and I hated to see him getting it.
I needed to get over this shit or else I wouldn’t be able to go through with all that I had planned.
“Fuck!”
Frustrated, I pushed the shit off the TV stand, not even flinching when a vase hit the wall and shattered. I sat down heavily, my head in my hands. I had to get back in order and quickly.
“Trell?”
I looked up from my seat on the hotel suite’s couch as my mother walked in the room.
She was frowning at me as usual. I knew she was about to complain about something.
She was a beautiful woman, but her attitude twisted it, making her really ugly sometimes.
Bitterness was not a good look. I stood up, crossing the room to meet her.
“Yeah?”
“Why you in here breaking these people’s stuff?”
I shook my head, unwilling to talk about it. “You wanted something?”
“You’re forgetting your target. I’m here to remind you,” she announced.
I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to fight the frown that I felt coming.
“What are you talking about, Mom?”
“This is supposed to be about Mekhi Venzant. About crushing him and taking what’s yours. But your attention seems to be more and more on his little bitch.”
Sighing, I crossed my arms and waited, letting her continue her little speech, even though it wasn’t helping my attitude. She started pacing as she talked, the back-and-forth movements driving me crazy.
“You wanted to do this your way, draw this out, make him feel pain, make him watch his world fall apart. I told you a quick, direct strike would be better. Stop playing these cat-and-mouse games and hit this nigga hard.” She stopped suddenly and glared up at me.
“And please, forget about this Farrah girl.”
I refused to acknowledge that last statement. Farrah was a means to an end, a clear way to get to Mekhi and I wasn’t going to drop my attention on her.
“For your information, everything is almost in place. I dropped Gillian’s name tonight. I’m sure Mekhi is going to run to her and find out what he can—”
“Gillian has no idea who ‘Trell’ is—”
“Everything he needs to know is there. And while Mekhi figures it out, I’ll take care of his mother, Mekhayla, and Farrah. Then it’ll be time for me to deal with him.”
I smiled as I thought about it. I hated that nigga with everything in me, and I was going to make sure he felt that before he died. My mother grabbed my hands suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Don’t forget everything he has could’ve been yours. Our lives would be so much better, if he—”
“I know. I get it. I could never forget.”
You won’t let me, I added silently, pulling my hands out of hers.
“I just need you to focus, KeAndre. Focus on getting everything that’s coming to you. Focus on getting everything that’s yours,” she said softly.
An image of Farrah flashed in my mind. Yeah, I thought. Everything that’s mine.
“What is that look about?”
“Nothing. Look, all this shit gon’ come to a head. One of the niggas who was part of the drive-by crew is missing. Mekhi obviously hearing shit, and he following the trail I’m laying out for his ass. I’ma catch him when he thinks he’s catching me.”
She smiled at me. “Soon?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Soon.”