Deceit, Lies, & Alibi's Trilogy Books 1-3

by Shontaiye

  He was trying to repair their relationship and this would be the icing on the cake if they came with the nonsense today. One thing he did know for sure, if they came over trying to disrespect him and his girl, he would not hesitate to choke the shit out of one of them.

  Just like Noah thought and much to his dismay, the two spotted them. As the three walked towards their rented SUV, Eve and her friend approached them swiftly.

  “Noah!” Eve called.

  Shaleea heard someone call Noah’s name, so she glanced back and asked, “Noah who is that? She’s calling your name.”

  Although she asked who it was, in her heart she already knew. She recognized the accent and realized it was the bitch that called her phone. It all made sense now. Hakim’s funeral…Someone he met through Hakim trifling ass. She wished she had brought her sisters.

  “Just keep walking,” Noah replied.

  “Noah!” Eve called again. “I know you hear me calling you! You actin on some shady shit cuz you got ya bitch with you.”

  Shaleea smiled, but inside her blood boiled. How dare this bitch think she could disrespect her again? Shaleea had class and usually did not entertain shit-talking hood-rats. However, today she was willing to make an exception. She was already going through drama with Noah because of this bitch and the hoe still wanted to bring more. Shaleea knew exactly how to handle hoes like her.

  “Excuse me?” Shaleea asked angrily. “What seems to be the problem?”

  This prissy bitch got some spark, Eve thought.

  “I was talking to Noah, not you. So please mind ya business.”

  “He’s my man, so that makes it my business,” Shaleea responded, matching Eve’s icy tone and stare.

  Eve smiled, “Oh you must be Shaleea. I keep forgetting he has a bitch, especially since he keep his dick and mouth stuffed in my pussy.”

  The disrespectful comment shocked Shaleea and caused her to swiftly and unconsciously react. As Eve went to smirk Shaleea threw a quick, but hard punch. Her fist slammed into Eve’s mouth causing her to stumble back into her friend. It was on! She’d had enough of the disrespect. Shaleea saw red, and continued to deliver the blows. She wasn’t worried about the other girl jumping in the fight. Noah wouldn’t dare let another bitch touch her, and he was sure to stop any fight if another bitch was getting the upper hand.

  Eve struggled to regain her composure but when she did, she quickly overpowered Shaleea with one hit. Shaleea was no slouch but she wasn’t really a fighter either. She reacted purely off emotions, and disrespect she would not tolerate. Eve however, was from the streets. She’d been in plenty of fights and had a roughness to her that came straight from the slums of Haiti and the streets of Brooklyn.

  Before Eve could get a second blow to Shaleea, Noah rushed her. With his hand gripping her neck, he forcefully shoved her to the cold, hard ground. Mann had already managed to restrain Eve’s friend Bianca who was trying to take a swing at Shaleea.

  “Go the fuck head you stank ass bitch,” Noah screamed at Eve. “You come over here starting shit for nothing. Carry that shit back to Brooklyn. Fucking bird ass bitches!”

  Eve knew she had no wins in the situation. Clearly Noah had chosen. He loved Shaleea hands down. Eve didn’t care. She knew he would still fuck her. He would be crawling back. She saw the look on Shaleea’s face. The look of hurt and defeat. That bitch will be leaving real soon, she thought. She was satisfied. She had accomplished exactly what she had set out to accomplish.

  Funny thing was, she hurt too. Noah would pay for making her feel this way. She would destroy what he cared about the most, his relationship with Shaleea. Eve knew Noah didn’t have much family and to him, Shaleea was his family. There was no other way to hurt him; he had money, cars, clothes, and could get any hoe he wanted, but only one woman had his heart.

  “Fuck you Noah, you’ll be begging for this pussy again! Believe me, this aint ova hoe!” she spat, now referring to Shaleea. She nudged her friend, who Mann had released. Eve and Bianca cursed the three, yelling obscenities and threats as they proceeded to make their way out of the cemetery.

  Shaleea looked at Noah, and if looks could kill he would be a dead man. She shook her head in disgust

  “This is what it comes to Noah. Bitches disrespecting me in public. You eating dirty bitches out?” she asked, embarrassed. She wished she could disappear.

  “Come on Leea baby. She fucking lying. I put that on my life! Real shit yo, she a hood bitch…If we had been somewhere else, I woulda broke that bitch jaw. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’ma make this shit right.” Noah knew the situation was fucked up and really didn’t know what their future held. He was scared and angry at the same time. He fought to conceal his emotions in front of Mann.

  “You right Noah.”

  That’s all Shaleea said to Noah before they got into the Suburban and made their way back to Chestnut Hill. The feeling in her heart was indescribable. She loved him so much but he always took her for granted. She was tired of giving her love to someone like that. One day he will see. The tables will turn, she thought.

  Mann watched the whole scene unfold and was irritated with Noah. He knew Noah loved Shaleea but he was acting like a dumb ass nigga. Noah already knew there was a possibility that Eve would be at the funeral since she and Hakim grew up together. He should have been prepared for this and never had let it happen because Eve should know her place. He would never entertain these bitches the way Noah did. Pillow talkin and boo lovin with these hoes was a no-no. Noah wasn’t as fierce with his shit. Had he been in that situation, he would’ve slapped blood out the bitch mouth as soon as she even looked like she was going to get disrespectful. He didn’t play that shit, and he didn’t give a fuck about no bitch, especially no bird like Eve.

  He had no patience for hood-rats. His mother was one and he suffered through life because of it. He grew up poor on welfare, and relied on his disabled grandmother when his mother should have been there. She was too busy chasing fun, dick, and ultimately, drugs.

  Mann looked at Shaleea out the corner of his eye through the rearview mirror. She had chosen to sit in the back for the ride home. He watched her discreetly. Her eyes shined with tears and he saw the look of despair on her dark pretty face. She looked defeated; like she wanted to give up.

  He envied Noah. He had this person so beautiful, inside and out, who adored him. So sweet, so nurturing. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Nobody was perfect, but if there were a such thing, she would be close to it, especially to a hood nigga like them. Noah was hard headed, so it was inevitable that he would learn her worth the hard way.

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  Mann made his way with Zeke through the dark corridors of the apartment building where he usually met Dodda. The hall reeked of urine and the concrete flooring was coated with dirt from years of footprints and trash. He walked through the first floor and entered a side door to the far left. He always took the stairs. He hated elevators and avoided them if he could. After a short, two flights up, Mann walked down the hall and eventually reached the door where he proceeded to knock five times, pausing after knock number three. This was a custom knock that Dodda requested so he knew who was at the door. No one ever came by unannounced. You called first and you knocked accordingly.

  Even though Dodda wasn’t the smartest, he was far from dumb. He always tried to be cautious and limited his circle tremendously. He surrounded himself with family because they were a little less likely to cross you. He also made sure he fed everyone properly. If you don’t eat, you’re far more likely to prey on your own. Street cannibalism is what he liked to call it.

  The door opened slowly and Mann was greeted by Dodda’s cousin Ty. Ty stood tall and lanky and wore short, wild looking dreads on his head. He was what many would consider unattractive. The scene was always the same every time: Mann came to pick up his drugs, Ty would open the door, Dodda’s other cousin Garlan would be in the hall by the window, and Dodda would be in the back room.

  Mann fi
gured they never changed positions because if anything out of the ordinary ever occurred they would peep it because they were so familiar with the normality of their position and its surroundings. Problem for them was that Mann came so often he too knew the scene and setup. He discreetly picked up their movement. He could tell Ty was the flunkie of the group and Garlan the muscle. That’s why Dodda kept him in the hallway closer to him. He knew that if anyone ever attempted to rob them it would usually start at the door. If you’re strongest man got bombarded and overpowered at the door you had one hell of a fight on your hands and would probably end up dead.

  Although Garlan was heavy set, he appeared much more aggressive and could probably quickly stop whatever had managed to get through that door. He didn’t know Garlan well, but identified him as the primary problem he would have to personally put down during their caper.

  Mann decided early on, they wouldn’t barge through the door. They would come quietly, let Dodda leave, and then quickly ambush their targets while they were relaxed and unaware. It wouldn’t take long. The silencers would already be in place and one shot to the head would have them out in 10 seconds. Once his security was down, they would follow Dodda and let him take them directly to the drugs and money. Since he had known Dodda for so long, he no longer felt the need to check him for weapons before letting him in. He considered Mann a friend as well as a customer. That would soon cost him his life.

  Ty allowed Mann and Zeke to enter into the small, dimly lit apartment. He secured the doors and ushered them to the back where Dodda usually sat. The apartment was completely empty except for a few plastic chairs, empty food containers and a small trash can. They made their way over the dirty, mustard colored carpet and entered the room Dodda was in.

  Dodda stood up as Mann greeted him with a warm smile and a hood handshake. Dodda was a thin man, with skin as black as midnight. He had large poppy eyes and shoulder length dreads. He was what some would consider a dull looking man, a far cry from the Marijuana King Pin he really was.

  “Wassup big homie,” Mann spoke, referring to Dodda.

  “Wazup Mann, boi. Glad yu see me agan so soon.”

  Dodda spoke with a heavy Jamaican accent, but Mann understood him very clearly. He’d met Dodda several years back when they were upstate together. Being the opportunist he was, he befriended the older man with his future plans brewing in his head.

  He handed Dodda $13,000 for the 25 pounds of weed he was picking up. Mann was able to get the weed from Dodda cheap compared to what niggas were paying anywhere else. Dodda was getting it straight from Jamaica and was getting it at the best prices because he was from the country, and new growers personally. Mann was able to sell each pound at $900, a little less than the competition. He was able to do this since he was getting it for around $500. He also was able to get rid of it much quicker because it was a better grade.

  It was a win-win situation for him that brought him in around $10,000 a week in profit. Of course that was before he paid Noah his 35% he invested. It wasn’t a lot to some niggas, but the hustle was a gold mine for niggas like Mann who grew up poor. $7,000 a week had him feeling rich. Very soon he would feel even richer.

  Dodda counted the money like he usually did, and then headed out the door to get the product. Mann made himself semi-comfortable while he waited with Zeke. They didn’t speak even though they were alone. Ty and Garlan paced through the house on point like they were trained and paid to be. After about 35 minutes Mann’s phone rang indicating Dodda was downstairs with the product. It was too risky and too obvious transporting the packaged weed up and down the stairs in that neighborhood.

  Mann and Zeke made their way down the steps so they could retrieve the package out of Dodda’s trunk and head back to Philly. As they approached Dodda’s silver Toyota Sienna van, the trunk popped open and they quickly scooped up the duffel bag and moved it to the rented Ford Windstar Mann was driving.

  So they wouldn’t draw suspicion, they always used vans when making the transactions. They wore professional clothing such as slacks and button ups, with the intention of looking like working family men. This helped them avoid being pulled over by the cops and going to jail. Mann didn’t bother to count the bundles since Dodda was always accurate. After loading up all the drugs, Mann said goodbye to Dodda and began the drive back to Philadelphia.

  TWENTY

  Eve

  Eve pulled from the blunt and inhaled deeply to allow the thick smoke to absorb in her lungs. She had a date in a couple of hours and smoking weed was one of the ways she prepared mentally. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Noah’s number for the hundredth time, hoping he would answer. It went straight to voicemail.

  It had been a few weeks since the funeral incident and Noah still wasn’t picking up. She wasn’t tripping though; he would eventually answer his phone. Eve looked over at Bianca who was on the bed sprawled out sleep on a faded outdated comforter.

  “Bianca, wake up hoe, I got a date.” Eve shook Bianca to wake her up. She needed her to go back to her own room so she could meet her date there in a few minutes.

  “Aight, I’m up.” Bianca smoothed back her long braids, wiped her eyes and headed out to her own room, which was only a few doors down.

  “Come over when you done.”

  “Aight.” Eve replied.

  Eve went to the bathroom to put on her pink, hip hugging lace chemise. It was her favorite piece of lingerie because it made her look exotic when she had it on. The hot pink color looked stunning in contrast to her smooth dark skin. The guy coming was a new client and she wanted to impress him. Just as she finished applying several heavy coats of Lancôme ultra shiny lip gloss, her phone rang. She ran over to it assuming it was her date calling back. She was right.

  “Hey boo,” she purred, recognizing the number. She told him which room she was in and went to the door to wait for him.

  Her new client was older and had her call him “Ace.” She didn’t know much about him because he didn’t talk much. She assumed he had his shit together because he dressed nice and drove a nice car. He greeted her with a smile and a light hello as he entered the room. He smelled a little like alcohol, which had been diluted by the smell of his cologne. He informed her he wouldn’t be long and just had come to get a blowjob.

  Ace had told her earlier via text that he didn’t want ordinary head. He liked everything rough, and that included his fellatio. Eve didn’t mind. She charged him double and was more than happy to give him what he came for. Eve, who was floating off the weed went over and crawled on the bed. Ace followed her over and stood at the foot waiting to get what he paid for. Eve slowly caressed his chest, and began to unbutton his shirt.

  “Come here baby, let Eve take care of you.”

  She licked and sucked at the exposed flesh on his chest and made a trail to his neck where she kissed and made circles with her tongue. Slowly, she began to unbuckle his pants. As they loosened, she felt for his dick which was long, hard and swollen. The sight aroused Eve as she continued to stroke the shaft. As Ace’s breathing deepened, Eve backed away and laid on the bed with her head hanging over the foot. Ace got completely naked, and grabbed the thin, cherry flavored condom Eve had provided him with. She had told him safe sex or no sex from the door, and even turned down his offer to pay triple. She was a hoe, but she wasn’t a dumb one.

  After putting on the condom, Ace straddled Eve’s face backward. His balls hung near her chin, so she wasted no time grabbing his thighs and taking them into her mouth. The quicker they cum, the better. She licked, sucked, and rolled his balls around her wet mouth until they were soaked with her saliva. Once his dick was hard, Ace pulled his balls out of Eve’s mouth and plunged it deep down her throat. He held the sheets as he pounded away at her mouth.

  Eve sucked, slurped, and choked with every thrust. Being inside of Eve’s mouth was heaven to Ace and it was worth every penny of the $100 she had charged him. Once they were done, Eve got up to wash her face and brush her teeth. Ace
sat in the chair until she came out, and then proceeded to go and clean himself up as well. Ace didn’t talk much after the rendezvous. Eve always collected her money up front so there wasn’t much for him to say. Once washed up, he gave her a light hug and told her he would hit her up soon to see her again. That was it.

  Eve enjoyed the money that being an escort provided, but it was times like these that made her unhappy. It shouldn’t be some random nigga she let fuck her face. It should be her man. Someone she could cuddle with when they were done. Someone who she could orgasm with, who would kiss her and hold her afterwards. Someone like Noah. Noah had never done much with her but he would hold her a little in the bed; make her feel special, even if it was for just a few hours.

  Eve went over to the dresser and dialed Noah’s number again. Once again the phone went to voicemail. She dialed Shaleea’s number after dialing Noah’s. This was something she had been doing for the past couple of days. If she had to be miserable, she would make Shaleea miserable too. Shaleea never stayed on the phone long. She would say hello a couple of times and then hang up.

  Shaleea already knew who was calling, and would sometimes talk shit on the line to get a response from Eve. Eve wanted to respond but knew it would be pointless. What was the point of a verbal spar she would not win? What could she say? “I suck your man’s dick, let him fuck me in the ass, and cum in my mouth, while you live comfortably, own businesses, and want for nothing.” That would be stupid and hurtful to herself. She knew in Noah’s heart, she didn’t compare to Shaleea. The truth sure did hurt.

  It was getting late so Eve laid down. She had court in the morning and wanted to prepare herself with a full nights rest. Her lawyer had already informed her that she wouldn’t have to serve any jail time for the prostitution charge. She was happy, especially since she had to fuck and suck dick for days on end to come up with the money he charged her for the case.