Trunked

By Sean Tate and Cerene Tate

Antoinette enjoying being single and not having children makes it even better. She cant help but to hear all the different horror stories from her friends and family about their baby daddies. Antoinette decided to take things in her own hands. She recruited a few people she knows and loves. This way is not natural and is dangerous. She never realized she would love it so much. Will it all come together?
Antoinette always been a hard worker. When she sets out to do something she does it very well. She wants things to run smooth but cant help to be ready when it doesnt most of the time. Has Antoinette finally found her calling? Will Antoinette be able to make a difference? Or will this just have her and her friends end up dead?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524532253

Sean Tate

Cerene Tate is a saved, wise, outgoing and loves to tell stories. She loves to work with at risk youth. Helping to guide them to a better future. She also very creative when it comes to working with her hands. Making things out of clay and decorating different things like cellphone cases and picture frames. Please check her out on facebook at Cerene Tate.

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1

Wait

He looked down the barrel of Sheri’s black Smith & Wesson 9mm with her finger on the trigger. While she said to herself he deserved every bit of this bullet, Nicole’s heart started to beat out her chest. She’s standing on the right side of Sheri with her left arm on her shoulder, telling Sheri not to kill him. Nicole pushing Sheri away, Sheri replied, Don’t kill him for what? He deserves this, looking him in his eyes.

Sheri you’re tripping, Nicole said.

Sheri replied, "This is perfect, what do you mean? Nobody would ever know. He’ll just be another dead nigga in the streets. I’m sick of these boys playing men.

We been doing this for months. It’s all over the news, newspapers, and everybody is talking about it, and look we still haven’t been caught. We will never get caught. They will never figure it out. Sheri then mumbled, He’ll be dead and we’ll get away. Sheri began to pace back and forth.

Sheri, yes, we been cool for a long time, but we never had a body before. One could hear him trying to talk through the tape over his mouth, No, no, no. Then he started to weep.

Sheri gave a frantic yell. Shut up, you should have thought about that before playing a man. As she ripped the tape off his mouth, replacing it with her gun while the tears rolled down his cheeks.

Nicole got nervous and said to herself, She’s going to take this man’s life. Yo, Sheri, what are you doing? Nicole sounded really confused. Chill out, I understand you feel like he deserves it, but damn, we don’t need any bodies, and if you give us one now, what’s going to happen to us?

Nicole, trust me, it will not be pinned on us. I promise, trust me, it’s perfect. I’ll set everything up myself. Nicole, look I’m sorry but dis nigga need ta die. Then they will take us serious, and we’ll never have to do this again even though it’s fun and funny. Sheri just couldn’t help but smile to herself. "Nicole, this could be like Fight Club, and it could be all over the world," Sheri said.

Nicole had to pause and say to herself, That sounds good to her, being as though that’s one of her favorite movie, but his life! What about his kids?

Sheri looked at Nicole and said, What about his kids? He doesn’t take care of them anyway. He said they wasn’t his, got a test and still don’t do anything for them. Who’s going to miss him? Not his four kids.

Sheri could see the fear in his eyes. Who, his momma? He does nothing for his mother or his girl he’s cheating on with three other girls. Must I name names? Sheri said, looking him deep into his eyes. Sheri began to name Keisha, he’s eyes got wide; Kelley, he looked confused. And need I go on?

He just closed his eyes, and the tears were running down his face. Don’t cry now. Never mind all the little smuts on da side, she continued.

Sheri, you did your homework, Nicole said.

Who’s going to miss you? She moved the gun around in his mouth. Who’s going to miss you? yelling at the top of her lungs. Your friends, they want you dead anyway. What, your job? What, the people you sell drugs to, and the families you destroyed? Look this one is done. Sheri removed the gun, then grabbed him by his arm, lifted him up, kicked the chair from under him, and put him on his knees, jamming the gun in his mouth, knocking out some of his teeth. She then continued.

His momma will outlive him, his family will miss him, his job will replace him, and the addicts will find someone else that we’ll have to trunk. He completely stopped making any sounds. As if he knew this was the end. Cheating on your girl, breaking her heart, and treating her like crap. Look she’ll miss you but oh well. The worst thing is beating her almost to death. Breaking her arm, blacking her eye (his eyes just closed, and he looks really sad), busting her lip—he deserves this bullet, as she looked at him all wide-eyed. You really hurt her. Yes, you really did, said Sheri. She just kept repeating that over and over.

Sheri, I think he learned his lesson. You hear him mumbling yes with the cold nine in his mouth. Sheri started to repeat herself as if she were losing it. Nicole felt like she was gone and kept thinking about having to do time, but she knew Sheri would never rat her out even if she did get caught. Nicole knew Sheri would take the fall for everything, but Nicole just didn’t want to see her friend get locked up.

Sheri kept going on and on—Nicole never saw her like this before. Nicole believed Sheri was having some type of breakdown. You are a nut and you deserve to die. Your grounds of death are cheating lying, selling drugs, not taking care of your children, and most of all putting your hands on a woman who really loves you. Death is the only solution.

Sheri, he doesn’t have to die.

Stop fighting me, Nicole, he’s gone.

He’s yelling, No, no, please help me. Please I’ll change, give me another chance.

Malik, you had plenty of time to change. You have four kids you don’t do anything for. Why are you here? What is your purpose? yelling in his face, asking the questions.

Sheri, please don’t.

Nicole, what is wrong with you?

Now Sheri was confused and couldn’t understand why she kept trying to save his life. This one is mine.

Okay, Sheri, but remember, if he dies, he’s ours, said Nicole.

2

Things Begin

Let’s go back to how this began. Sheri’s real name is Antoinette Johnson. She was born April 22, 1994. Antoinette was on the phone talking to her cousin Keisha. Keisha was on the other line. What’s up, cousin, said Antoinette.

I just got off the phone with that corny slow sperm donor of mines. I don’t understand why he acts like that. He doesn’t want to do anything for his son. Thank God someone else helps me with his son.

Antoinette replied, I don’t understand these guys today. Why do they act so dumb? My ex keeps calling me over and over. Knowing he put his hands on me.

I don’t get it either, said Keisha.

Look, how about this, said Antoinette. What if you could kidnap niggas, and drop them off somewhere far away with nothing? See if they make it back.

That would be hot, said Keisha.

No, even better, we should kidnap them, then scare the crap out of them. Make them pee themselves. Antoinette started to laughs.

Yo, that would be hot too. Yo, we could scare the crap out of them, said Keisha. We could take pictures and video, then release it on YouTube.

Yo, Antoinette said, why we don’t trunk these boys. I mean like really, get these fake men. Trunk them, tie them, gag them, record them, photo them, and release them.

Keisha laughed and said, That’s really funny. I’m down for whatever, but I wish we could do that.

Antoinette said, Don’t make wishes because they will come true messing around with me.

Antoinette started to think about people she knew who could help her get it done when Keisha was going on and on about taking pictures and videos. Keisha said, Even if they don’t get their act together, we could pay them another visit.

Are you sure you’re down? Antoinette asked.

Girl, yes.

Okay, I hope so and don’t tell anyone the plan. It’s a secret. That’s what’s up.

I will not say a word, Keisha replied.

Let me work some things out and get this thing started. I have to line up a few girls who would be down. Some females who wouldn’t rat us out, and will keep their mouths closed.

That’s going to be hard to find, but just let me know, Antoinette.

Okay, talk to you later.

Okay.

Antoinette hung up. Antoinette then sat on the edge of her bed, thinking deeply about it as she grabbed a pen and paper. She then wrote down things she thought were needed. She wrote, Locations, van, face mask, boots, cameras, cell phones, rope, dusk tape, gloves, Mickey’s, a safe, a plan, and some guns. She wrote down she needed four to five girls, but then she had to really think about it. She knew Keisha was down, but she needed three more females. She knew her best friend Trenay would be down, but she still needed two more. But who would she ask?

Antoinette then called Keisha back. Keisha answered hello. Cousin, I have you on my list, but I need for you to find one female for me. She has to be real, and real cool person. That keeps everything one hundred.

Keisha replied, I understand. She started to think. Keisha had someone in mind, but she wasn’t sure. Antoinette then asked why. She said because she talked too much.

Talk too much? Antoinette repeated.

Keisha then said really fast, But wait, don’t get me wrong. She cool, but she like to brag about things. She always has a story to tell.

Look, Keisha, think about it, and if you think she is someone that fits in, then we’ll fit her in, but if she messes up, she going to get messed up. I’m not playing any games. You know how I get, so keep that in mind and get back to me.

Keisha then said, I understand and I’ll just think about it.

Okay then, Keisha, I’ll talk to you later.

Okay bye.

Antoinette then called Trenay. Hello, Trenay answered.

What’s up, Trizzy?

Nothing.

How is Chris? Antoinette asked.

He’s fine, Trenay replied.

What are you doing?

I’m just sitting here looking at the TV.

Well, I have a great idea!

What’s that?

If I had a plan to get some of these niggas that are cheating, beating their girls, and not taking care of their kids, would you be down?

Well, when you say get down, you mean kill them?

You know, you’re crazy. No, silly, Antoinette said with a smile. Never that. Just kidnap them, duct-tape them, tie them up, and torture them a little, she said, crappy sounding (Antoinette not sounding too sure).

Oh word, replied Trenay. Well, you can count me in.

Okay, are you sure? You might want to think about it, but I have you covered. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. It’s going to be illegal, but I’ll take all the fall for everything if it ever came to that, Antoinette said.

I believe you would because you’re crazy, said Trenay, but yes, girl, I’m down.

Okay, that will work. That means I will need two girls now. I have a few things to work out. I’ll keep you informed, but I know you already knew this, but you can’t tell anybody.

Ant, please, I know that.

I mean not anyone because this isn’t going to be nothing nice.

Okay, I got you, said Trenay.

Okay, love ya, said Ant.

Love you too, said Trenay.

Bye . . .

Bye.

Antoinette had to make a couple of calls. She wanted to know what charges a person would get for kidnapping. Antoinette was a very well-known person. She knew lawyers, doctors, COs, cops, detectives, FBIs, etc. She even knew someone who worked right next to the mayor. So she called up her friend Officer Tate.

Antoinette said in a playful way, How are you doing?

Ant? Fine.

I have a question.

Yes, said Officer Tate, sounding really confused.

I just wanted to know how much time you get for kidnapping.

The officer took a pause. Well, you get six to twenty-five years off the top for kidnapping I believe if you get caught, and that depends on if they have a gun or not. Guns are five years and ten years for each bullet. I might be off some, but it depends.

Oh, I understand, replied Antoinette. Officer Tate wanted to ask why but didn’t. Antoinette then changed the subject. So how are things?

Thing are fine. I’m thinking about going away for three weeks in about two months, said Officer Tate.

Really, where are you going?

I’m thinking about going to Jamaica.

That’s going to be fun. Have you been there before? asked Ant.

No, not yet, she replied.

Well, you’re going to have a ball. I want to go to Japan this summer, Ant said.

Why Japan?

That’s just one of the places I want to visit before I die.

Oh okay, but I’ll talk to you later, Tate said. Someone was calling her line.

All right then, bye. Antoinette hung up.

Antoinette had to think about things; she had to step these thangs up. She needed five girls but had three as of now. She felt as if she got one more person—four would have to do for now. She only wanted them all to know her face. So they would all have to stay masked up. She knew she was going to have to make sure everything goes smooth because she knew if it ever fell through, it would be her fall. She was ready to take the fall alone. She wanted everything to be ready in about one and a half months and her first trunk under her belt in about two months.

Antoinette made a lot of money; she worked at a hair supply store and did hair on the side. Mind you, it was all under-the-table work. She started saving about three years ago and had 70 grand saved of her own money. She also received money from a good friend of hers. So with that money added to hers, she had about 460 grand saved in a safe and counting. She kept it in the floor of a locked closet in the house.

She needed a van, black on black, but she didn’t want anything coming back on her. She made a few calls and heard about this chop shop on the 4200 block of Salem Street in Frankford. Antoinette decided to just go up there to talk to a guy named Joe. She would tell Joe who sent her and get right to business. Antoinette is a very direct person. She said how she feels and is right to the point. When she talks, people listen. You could look in her eyes and see that she’s to be trusted.

Hello, I’m Antoinette, Mike sent me, and you are? she asked.

He paused. I’m Joe, he replied uncertainly.

She then came right at him. I’m looking for a van, black on black. I need tags and everything to be registered to someone else. I don’t want anything in my name or to come back to me.

Joe looked at Antoinette, like, Okay. He already knew who she was because her friend Mike told him about her already. Joe replied, You are at the wrong place. I’m going to send you to a guy named Joey. Joey is in Southwest Philly on Sixty-first Street. Where they drag race?

Oh yeah, I know where that’s at.

The warehouse is on the right side. He will be able to get you what you need, but it’s going to cost you.

Antoinette looked at him like, Are you serious? and said just that. Are you serious, I know this isn’t cheap.

Yo, okay, he said with a confused look on his face.

Thanks a lot, Antoinette said, walking away. She went ahead and jumped in her car.

Then Joe pulled out his phone and called Joey. Joey answered. This is Joey.

Joe replied, Bro, it’s a girl. He told him to look out for her.

Joey then asked, What’s her name?

Antoinette, he said.

Okay, and they ended the call.

Antoinette was really on her grind. She flew out southwest on Sixty-first Street. She looked for the warehouse. She went in and asked for Joey. The guy told her to wait, then walked away. Antoinette couldn’t help but look around. She didn’t see much—just guys working and looking out the corner of their face. The guy popped back up and said, Yo, come with me. Antoinette looked, and she then followed him to this room with a desk and a man sitting there with his back turned, holding some papers.

Hello, she said. I’m Net.

The man spun around in the chair and said, I know who you are. My brother said I need to look out for you. So what you need?

I need a van, black on black. I need everything right on the van, but I don’t want it in my name.

So how do I go about getting that? Joey paused and was thinking. Everything will have to be cash only, he said, then looked at Antoinette.

She replied, Yes, of course.

He then continued to say, You’re going to need a few things, but just to get you started, I need a stack. Buy your van, go to the poppies on Kensington Avenue. Tell anyone of them I sent you, and they will take care of you. She made a mental note. He also said, Be sure to give them a good tip.

She said, I sure will. Antoinette’s phone rang. She looked at it. It’s Keisha. I’m sorry, she said to Joey. I have to take this. Antoinette answered. What’s up, cuz?

Hey, she’s in, cousin, Keisha replied.

Oh okay, good, I’m kind of busy right now, I’ll get back to you later, but that’s great, but I’ll be sure to call you back.

Okay, Keisha replied and hung up.

Sorry about that, Joey, but I need to have this started today.

Joey replied, Okay, come back in two days and have your van by then. I want you to bring it to me.

Antoinette replied, Okay, then left.

Antoinette knew this white boy named Billy, who lived in the deep Northeast. He knew about all types of drugs. She’s looking for something she could slip into a drink. That would make her job even easier. Antoinette called Billy. Hello, lovely Antoinette, Billy answered.

I need to come see you, Antoinette replied.

Okay when?

I’m on the way now.

Okay, see you when you get here.

Okay then. She hung up.

Antoinette started to get happy. Things were starting to come together. She started to believe that it’s really going to go down. She pulled into Billy’s driveway, parked, and jumped out the car. Billy was already at the door waiting.

What’s up, my white boy Billy. That’s what she called him.

My black sexy Barbie, he called her. She walked through the door and jumped in his arms. They started to laugh and hug. Billy then asked, What brings you up here, as he set her down on her feet.

Antoinette told him, I need something that gets you to be so drugged up that you don’t remember anything. Like sleepwalking but can be controlled. I need it not to take effect until after four hours of being consumed. I could use in any drink.

Billy then said, "Wow! You’re looking for something that you put into a drink that will not start working until four hours? Nice. Antoinette, that’s crazy, but I’ll see what I’ll come up with. So what’s going on with you, having problems with your love life?" asked Billy.

Antoinette looked at him as if he were crazy. No, she replied, I just need it for something, but, Billy, I have to go. I hate to come and go so soon. I have something to take care of. As soon as you get anything, get back to me ASAP. This is very important. Okay?

Net, I got you.

Okay, Net replied. Net started to walk to the door and gave Billy a hug. She jumped into the car and pulled off. Antoinette loved Billy because she knew him for so long, but she didn’t like him to be with him, but he was in love with her. He knew everything about her and was just happy having her in his life. She’s going to keep him in her life forever also.

Antoinette was on her way home. She’d been running so much today; she just wanted to go lie down. She still had a lot more to do; she pulled up to the back of her house. She lived in Mount Airy on the 6600 block of Blakemore Street. She had no idea that her friend was sitting out her front door, when she pulled in her garage.

His name is Damen. He is so fine, dark skinned—with a bald head, six-pack, the V (women know all about the V), the strong shoulders, and the nice smile with the white teeth. Antoinette had been through so much bad stuff with guys. She only used him for sex. She loved him, but he’d never know.

They had fun together, but she knew he’s seeing other women. She just never took it any further than that, and if he tried to talk about it, she would change the subject. It was hard for her to trust people, especially men.

She walked through her house and put on some lights. He saw the lights go on and waited for a minute. Antoinette pulled off her jacket and started to cut the lights off as she’s heading upstairs. She went into her room and turned the light on. She started taking off her things. Well, let me tell you about her, sexy. Antoinette is beautiful, sexy, and strong. She is what most guys call perfect. She’s brown skinned, even toned, with natural long thick dark brown hair. She has the perfect-size (not too big but not small at all) breasts, and they sat up on their own. She has a flat stomach, nice round and fat butt, and sexy long legs.

She pulled off her last piece of clothing and put on her robe. She walked to the bathroom to put water in the tub, but before she could do that, her phone rang. Normally she wouldn’t answer it, but so much was going on. She looked at it and saw that it’s Damen.

She answered, Hello, with a great big smile on her face.

Hello, sexy, he replied. What you doing? he asked.

She replied, "I’m about to get in the tub,