Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) by Aleta Williams Page A

She cried for what she allowed Calvin to put her through. For being so wrapped up in a man, she allowed him to control her life. And, now it was affecting her daughter’s life.  She should have walked away after the shit with Mr. Biggs and her contracting AIDS, but no, she was still in love. Stupidly in love. Now, there she was with AIDS, in protective custody, being blackmailed to bring down a man she once loved, and their daughter was laid up in the hospital pregnant and shot. Pam’s shoulders shook she was crying so hard.
    “It’ll be alright ,” Michaels whispered. "You'll be alright. You're a strong woman. I see it in you. You're going to get through this. I’m sure you’ve been through worse, and came out fighting and won." As if she was in a dark room trying to figure out what she was going to do, those words hit her like a light and she was back into protect Jazz mode. She was going to protect her daughter by any means necessary. She removed her head from his chest and looked up into his bedroom eyes. Without saying a word or wiping the tears from her face, she kissed him and he kissed her back.
     
~ Dena Kenslow ~
    Dena spent a half hour crying , and talking to Diesel and her late husband, who was next to him. Her head hurt something terrible. Before getting up, kissed each of their headstones and told them how much she loved them. As she slowly walked away, she looked back. “Diesel, baby, I promise you will rest in peace." She then turned and walked to her car.
    I need a fucking drink , she thought as she opened her car door. A slight chill ran over her body, which caused her to shiver just a bit. She hurried and got in the car. She looked over toward the gravesite and shook her head. Her baby was dead. I gotta make it right with Laurie , she thought as she started the car. But, she needs to understand that momma wants to be happy, too . She thought of her relationship with Calvin and smiled. They didn’t do much together, but when he was there he did keep her mind and body occupied. Dena put the car in drive and just as she was about to pull off, a large hand covered with a leather glove covered her mouth. Before she could think to react, a gun was pressed against her temple.
    "Cut the car off ," he demanded. She didn’t bother to put the car in park, she turned it off. "I'll talk and you'll listen." She shook her head to agree. "Ken didn't kill your boy."
    Mrs. K ’s eyes got big. He’s behind this , she thought. She didn't say a word.  
    “He wished he did kill him , but he didn't. I guess the shit he did to Jazz finally caught up with him. I don't know and I don't give a fuck. But, I want you to know that if you don't call off your dogs and have Ken able to get bail, or, better, all charges dropped, the Kenslows is going down.” He got closer to her ear. She could smell the Juicy Fruit on his breath.
    “So , Ken sent you?” Her heart beat so hard, it felt as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
    “It don’t even matter. Know this. I know you killed dude in front of the warehouse. Just in case you don’t know, I have the video, but that shit means nothing to me. I ain’t no bitch ass nigga who will turn you over to the law. I am a nigga that will make a phone call and have you and yours taken care of. You know what I mean?” Mrs. K cleared her dry throat. He continued. “Now, your son dug his own grave. And, now he gotta lie in it. I mean, you still have Laurie and that baby you kidnapped, right?” When she heard Laurie’s name, she froze. Pastor G felt her body tense up. He knew he hit a nerve.  “How would you feel knowing that you and Diesel was the cause of Laurie’s demise?”
    “You keep my fucking daughter name out of your mouth.”
    “And, why would I do that? You fucking with mine and it’s only right that I fuck with yours. But, peep, after it’s all said and done, not only will you be the cause of a lot of bad shit that will happen to your family, the media will