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Evonta's Revenge

By Danyelle Scroggins

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Evonta raced through her apartment grabbing pictures and anything suggesting this was her apartment to throw in a getaway bag. She knew it was time to put her plan into motion. Months before this very moment, she strategically carved a small hole in her apartment’s spare bedroom leading into her neighbor children’s bedroom. She used velcro to hang fake wallpaper over the hole to disguise it on her side. In the Consuela’s home, the small square went unnoticed because it was directly underneath the baby bed, which gave her adamant room to exit the room quick.
I’m not a fool by far. Evonta knew practice made perfect. The day the Lord spoke into her spirit, “Plan your escape,” is when it began. Every morning around 2 A.M., she spent forty-five minutes perfecting her pursuit. She put on her black exercise suit, black Nike track shoes, black wig, grabbing her bag containing all of her passports, airplane tickets, keys, money, significant papers and crawling through the unique carved space.
She even went as far to go through the Consuela’s apartment to make sure she could exit unnoticed. At first, it took her close to thirty minutes, but after practice, it only took her ten minutes flat. That included making sure her velcro wallpaper was back in tack.
If Evonta Jacobs knew nothing else, she knew when the Spirit of God spoke she had to do what He said. Folks at home in Louisiana called her touched, which was okay by her. God never gave her warning unless something evil was lurking around the corner. When she learned to trust in His voice, she found she had protection a gun could not supply.
She often repented for the merciless killings she committed on a monthly basis. As far as Evonta was concerned, she was helping God put these scums in Hell quicker. Omak Shabar was the drug lord who sought to kill her tonight, but he was just another devil who thought he had her but didn’t.
“Move quick,” she heard as if someone was standing in the room with her and she did. She made it to the Consuela’s front door and peeped out of their window. Evonta saw not one but three carloads of Shabar’s gangsters. She quickly escaped by using the back door. With swift strides, Evonta moved through the cluster of apartments directly behind her building being careful to go unnoticed. Her watch video surveillance showed them still in their cars probably deciding how to bombard her home.
They were certain she was there because she spotted one of the gangsters watching her earlier. Evonta observed as he placed a tracking device underneath her car. She giggled. Baby that is not the car I will be using and if anyone thinks I’m that foolish, they down bad and shame on ‘em.
Her getaway car sat parked in an elderly couple’s yard who she befriended right before it was time to take on her Jacksonville Beach assignment. The black Lamborghini sat parked until it was time to get her quickly to the airport after one of her hits. The airlines always shipped it close to her next destination under her car alias Michelle Cushions.
As she rounded the corner to the Smith’s home, she could see and hear the commotion going on at the apartments. Lights were coming on, dogs were barking, and people were screaming. Evonta smiled. She popped the button that sucked in her cover and opened her driver door simultaneously. As she slid into her seat, she bowed her head for a moment of prayer.
“Lord, I know you don’t have to do what you do, but I thank you. You have been a protector and a director, and for the rest of my life, I’ll obey your voice. Now, take me to my destination safely and quickly, in Jesus name. Amen.” Call it being touched or crazy, this gal knows in God to trust, even when you believing Him to have mercy on you for being down bad.
As she sped down Mayport Road, all she could think about was getting to Ponte Vedra Beach to do to Shabar what he intended to do to her. Ponte Vedra was an upscale area known to house some of the most influential business people who wanted to live near the beach. Most of the homes were in gated communities. Being once in the CIA gave her access to places all over the world; without a place, she could not get in.
Now Evonta has her own mission and assignment. She hunted those who crooked agents let stay free, and the agents were hunting for her. There is one thing she learned when everyone is looking for you, get the one who sent them.
Driving in front of his elaborate mansion, she noticed a silhouette of two persons having passionate sex in the upper right quadrant’s second bedroom. The hidden hideaway home was just like most of the dealers she offed. They lived extravagantly while killing millions addicted to their vice.
A few of the government appointed task agents hired to take these people down were being paid off. It took her ten years to find out how corrupt the agency was and she vowed to take back everything the devil had stolen from her and other good Americans. Bringing as many of them down as possible would be her of giving back. Growing up in Louisiana taught her two things, how to fight dirty and love hard. Somewhere in between the two was her purpose for life. You must always let ‘em know what it is out here in these here streets.
As her eyes began to tear thinking of her twin brother Evan, she decided it was time to get down to business. Some of his best security was looking for her and probably gone to her Orange Park condominium which was in the opposite direction and far enough for Evonta to handle the business. She made sure they knew exactly where she lived when she worked undercover in Shabar’s establishment.
The drug lords she knew could never resist a nice butt, or beautiful face regardless of the skin color. Evonta hid well because they never knew her race. It was her Creole blessing.
Makeup and the complexion of her skin made it possible for her to be either, a black woman, a white woman, or a Latino. The only hard thing was disguising her Louisiana drawl. Her looks made it easy to either become their love interest or office manager/girl toy for their lucrative businesses.
Having sex with lots of men was not her cup of tea, so she always befriended girls who did and paid her under the table to get the job done. Evonta became the master of the blind fold game, and hers was crafted with special technology to drown out anything accept her voice. These men played her games for the reward they thought they were getting. All in a day’s work she figured because they would be satisfied and she’d get whatever information out of them she could.
Just like most drug lords couldn’t resist a beautiful woman, most men were stupid enough to tell you whatever you asked if you were pleasing their penis. As her hired help would go to work, she’d whisper sweet nothings for information, search pockets for other sources, and take photos of what she found.
She could hear the moans and groans of Shabar and his lady friend as she scaled the wall beneath the balcony. The four guards who remained were watching a flick and laughing making Shabar an easy target. When she jumped onto the balcony, she dismantled the camera that would have captured her. Then she slowly crawled into the balcony and creep besides the bed where they were deep into action.
She wrapped a rope quickly around his neck while inserting a syringe of snake venom in Shabar. The venom usually made her victim instantly paralyzed, and caused them not to become mute. As she squeezed the life out of him, she looked deep into the eyes of the young lady and motioned with her finger to be quiet. They young lady whimpered and caused Evonta to speak, “Hey friend you heard me, I’m not about to play with you. If you say one word, I’m drove and I will mess you up. You dig?”
She could see the young lady was frantic but never said one word. Shabar’s dead weight was like bricks on top of her. After her job was done, Evonta helped the young lady come from beneath him and ordered her not to let anyone know it was a woman, or that she was there until fifteen minutes past. Leaving the same way she entered, she winked at the girl and jumped off the balcony. His security was still in their same spot. Down bad. She shook her head and headed for the car.
As she drove up 3rd Street to get to highway 202, she saw the police pass her with their sirens blazing. She smiled because before they got in the door good, she would be headed up 95 North to I-10.
“It’s another victory Evan, and as I promised you, I won’t stop until I’m finished.”

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