Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  Lock Down Publications presents

  TRUST NO BITCH

  2

  A Novel by

  NENE

  CA$H&CAPRI

  Copyright 2013 by CA$H and Nene Capri Trust No Bitch

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in review.

  First Edition October 2013

  Printed in the United States of America

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by: Fiyah-Works Editing: Shawn Walker

  Prologue

  Kiam sat in silence on the burgundy Italian leather sofa in his living room. His ratchet sat on the marble and glass cocktail table in front of him fully loaded with one already in the chamber. Next to the Nine sat a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of pain pills.

  Kiam's dark eyes seemed more frightening with the two week old beard that framed his normally clean shaven face. His left arm hung down by his side in a sling but there would be no doubt after this evening that he was still deadly.

  With his free hand he stroked the hair on his face as he looked around the living room at the upper echelon of his team. Lissha sat across from him on the loveseat studying his expression. She knew that something real serious was about to go down, but even her wildest imagination couldn't have prepared her for what she would soon witness.

  Lissha could see Treebie in the dining room loading a plate with food that Kiam had laid out. That bitch would have an appetite at her own execution, Lissha thought.

  Donella and Bayonna sat across from each other in twin recliners with plates of untouched food on their laps. JuJu, however, chose to stand close to the door. He had already decided that if one of them were flawed, the only way they would be leaving was twisted, wrapped in sheets and black plastic.

  Lissha’s eyes rotated from Kiam to the Nine on the table, and the half bottle of Jack Daniels. Donella fidgeted with her hands and Bayonna shook her foot as the silence became thick with anticipation.

  Treebie entered the living room and sat down on the other end of the loveseat. She was cool as a breeze with her legs crossed and a heaping plate of food balanced on her lap. She bit into the drumstick then filled her mouth with a fork full of spaghetti. "What kind of meat is in this? Ground turkey?" she asked, looking at Kiam.

  "Humph," he grunted.

  "Whatever that's supposed to mean. Anyway, it tastes like damn jerky."

  Kiam didn't comment, he was steady staring her down.

  Treebie felt his gaze hot on her face but she kept on eating. She didn’t know why Kiam had called them all together; she suspected that it had something to do with the angry phone call that he'd received from Riz the other day, but she wasn't sure. She knew she was strapped and if he was planning on acting a fool she would surely aid in his venture.

  Kiam cleared his throat then spoke with words that were carefully chosen. “I sat and thought long and hard before I called y’all here tonight,” he stated a little over a whisper. All eyes were focused on him and there was no other sound in the room aside from his voice.

  He looked from one face to the other. “The last thing a general ever wants to do is wonder about the loyalty of his men,” he continued as he picked up the medication bottle, popped it open and threw two pills in his mouth.

  He poured himself a shot of Jack and locked eyes with Lissha. “I’m going to start with you. My product made it back here, but the money never made it to Riz, his people got jacked leaving the exchange spot. Now unless I'm stupid that tells me that it was set up on this end. You told me that you'd put your life on your crew."

  "And unless you have proof that I can't, don't even bring that shit to me," Lissha defended her girls.

  Kiam chuckled. "Besides you and me, they were the only ones that knew when and where the pickup went down."

  Treebie stopped chewing and sat to the edge of her seat. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  Lissha held her hand up gesturing for Treebie to be quiet. She sat up and looked him square in the face, the way Big Zo had taught her to face opposition. “Are you accusing me of something?”

  “Until I find out exactly what happened, I’m accusing all of you muthafuckas,” he said point blank.

  “If Riz's people got jacked, why the fuck couldn't the cross come from his end?” Lissha contested.

  “That's what I'm saying,” Treebie angrily agreed. "And ain't nobody seen Gator's slick ass in two days, how we know he didn't have something to do with it? You need to find out where that nigga at."

  “I already know where he's at,” Kiam replied matter of factly.

  “Well, enlighten the rest of us please,” shot Treebie impatiently.

  Kiam smirked. "You're chewing him.”

  Treebie gasped and spat out the spaghetti. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him crazily. "What the fuck, man!"

  “I skinned that bitch nigga alive then I ground him up real good,” said Kiam.

  Treebie slung the plate off her lap and bolted to the bathroom. Lissha, Donella, and Bay stared at Kiam with their mouths open.

  JuJu was still covering the door. He was not surprised by Kiam's revelation, he had helped him dice Gator up.

  Treebie returned to her seat still gagging and waiting for Kiam to tell her he was only kidding, but the look in his eyes confirmed that he was dead ass. This nigga craze. Treebie shook her head in utter disbelief. The others were thinking the same thing.

  Kiam looked at them as if to say they hadn't seen shit yet. "Gator was stupid," he said. "He should have known that he would be the first person I suspected. I thought he had something to do with the attempt on my life, but I was wrong. He jacked Riz's people. I couldn't get him to admit it before I ended his suffering but it don't matter, I know that he was skimming money for years. Riz told me that."

  "You put a whole lot of faith in what Riz say. That nigga could be wrong about all this shit," Lissha voiced.

  “You got a problem wit' it? ‘Cause if I'm right about Gator having something to do with the jack then one of you had to help set it up." He paused and looked in the faces of the women one by one. He had to admit that they were tight lipped and unified. But in a minute Gator's accomplice would fold.

  “I'm gonna give the guilty one a chance to own up to what she done. If you do that I'll show some mercy but if you sit here and play innocent, I'ma do to you the same thing I did to your boy," Kiam promised ominously.

  Neither of the girls expressions changed a tad, noted Kiam. “Y'all gon' play this shit all the way out, huh?” Still he got nothing but four blank stares. The silence in the room was profound.

  Switching tactics Kiam said. “I give that soft nigga, Gator, credit; he wouldn't tell me nothing. Nah, he took that to the grave with him. But I'ma still find out which one of you crossed me."

  On cue Daphne came sweeping into the living room. Four sets of eyes focused on her.

  Kiam chuckled and picked his gun up off of the table. He looked at Daphne and said, "Point out the bitch that you saw with Gator when he met with Wolfman.”

  Daphne locked eyes with the guilty one and did not bat an eyelash as she raised her finger and
pointed directly at the traitor. “That's her right there,” she said.

  Chapter 1

  Blood In, Blood Out

  A wicked, foreboding silence hovered over the entire room as Daphne's accusatory finger landed on the alleged culprit. Everyone's head snapped in the direction that she pointed, knowing that an irreversible death sentence had just been issued.

  Kiam's eyes instantly faded to a blackness that mirrored the inevitable punishment that he was about to hand down. His chest filled with murderous energy that surged down through fingers that were already gripping steel, ready to obliterate a bitch's whole mind.

  Lissha's mouth fell open. Treebie gasped. Bayonna's heart raced with nervous trepidation for her girl. JuJu moved into position awaiting the slightest signal from Kiam. A simple head nod was gonna get a ho sent to the afterlife.

  Daphne's voice reverberated off of the walls as her index finger jabbed the air. “Yeah, that's her,” she repeated with certainty.

  “Bitch, you a got damn lie!” cried Donella, springing up out of her chair, ready to attack her accuser.

  “Sit the fuck down!” commanded Kiam in a leveled tone that was much more threatening than a raised voice.

  Rising to his feet, he leveled his Nine dead between her eyes. The click-clack of him housing a slug in the chamber echoed as loudly as a cannon being fired inside a closet.

  Donella froze and looked around at her girls as if she didn't know what the fuck was going on. In that brief moment of doom each of them refused to meet her questioning stare. Her eyes turned into slits as the implication became crystal clear in her mind, the cross was in effect—one of them had put some fuckery in the game.

  JuJu walked up behind her and snatched her Celine bag off of the chair just in case she was thinking about reaching for the banger inside. "Sit bitch or get put on your ass," he spat, itching to display his gangsta.

  “Nah, fuck that,” Donella vehemently protested.

  Whap! JuJu slapped her across the face with his tool, drawing blood from her mouth. Donella crumpled down in the chair and looked up at Kiam pleadingly.

  “What the fuck is you doing?” Lissha yelled at JuJu.

  “You want what the fuck she got?” he barked back, pointing his gun in Lissha’s direction.

  “Nigga, you must be fucking crazy,” Lissha shouted, refusing to back down.

  JuJu glanced at Kiam who gave him the eye to chill.

  “I fucking thought so,” Lissha stated before turning her attention back to Kiam. “Kiam, what the fuck is going on?” She announced each word as if it stood alone and carried with it the same threat as a hollow point bullet.

  “Ya bitch ain’t right and I’m about to give y’all bitches some new memories together,” declared Kiam.

  “Why? ‘Cause this dick sucking ho say so?” she pointed at Daphne.

  Kiam chuckled then he looked down at Donella. “Tell them what you and Gator been plotting. Tell 'em how you ate at the same table with us then consorted with the enemy." All eyes went in her direction.

  “I ain’t got shit to tell,” she maintained.

  Kiam shook his head. “Get ya life right with God and do it fast 'cause you're about to dwell in His house.”

  “Kiam, we don’t know this trick.” Lissha stated angrily, pointing at Daphne. “She coming up in here accusing people of treachery and you're fixin' to body Donella on this nobody ass bitch's words? Hell no,” she objected.

  “Lissha got a point Kiam. We all have gone places with Gator at one time or another. That don't make her guilty of betrayal. Gator was our brother,” Bayonna tried to reason with him.

  “Was all y’all fucking ya brother?” he asked accusingly. “Going with him to meet with the enemy behind my back? Is that the way all of y'all get down?” His tool moved from woman to woman.

  Treebie looked at Lissha and Bay then at Donella.

  “This bitch ain’t got shit on me,” Donella said in her defense.

  “Only this,” disputed Daphne. She pulled her phone out and played a recording of Wolfman confirming with Gator that Donella would be meeting with him about the business they discussed earlier. Further proving the conspiracy, Daphne pulled a picture up on her screen of Donella, Gator, and Wolfman.

  She held her phone up and walked around showing the picture to each girl, presenting proof that could not be refuted. Kiam had already reviewed the evidence and had reached a tacit decision.

  “That don’t prove shit! I ain't never been around that nigga. Bitch, that picture is fabricated,” cried Donella through her busted mouth. But even to her own ears her denial sounded weak.

  Treebie’s eyes lowered as they bounced from face to face. Lissha wanted to talk but the lump in her throat stopped her words from leaving her mouth. Bayonna knew in her heart that Donella was not capable of betrayal but the evidence that stacked against her was overflowing.

  Kiam walked over and looked down in Donella's face with contempt that was thicker than ghetto stress. He flat out despised a Judas ass muthafucka as much as he hated a snitch. Donella's gender warranted no pity from him at all—pussy or balls, this was the life she had chosen and he was about to make her honor the code. One hunnid or your ass will sit with Jesus.

  Showing no emotion, Kiam pressed the nose of the Nine against Donella's forehead. “You got some shit you need to say?” he asked, peering down at her.

  “Fuck you, nigga. I'm an official ass bitch. I haven't did a got damn thing. If somebody crossed the family it damn sure wasn't me. Now do what you do,” Donella muttered with angry tears rolling down her cheeks.

  Kiam heard that hot shit but it didn't alter her fate. In a cold remorseless tone, he uttered, "Look in my eyes and tell me what you see.”

  “I don't see shit.”

  “Exactly,” he confirmed. “Because I don't feel shit. Take that picture to the grave wit' you.” He re-tightened his grip on the Nine and caressed the trigger.

  “Kiam!” Lissha shouted.

  He eased off of the trigger and cut his eyes towards her. “Save that shit. Straight up! This bitch ain't gettin' no reprieve and you can get it next.” His tone was merciless.

  “What the fuck is you talking about?”

  “You vouched for this bitch so her death is on your hands.”

  “Nah, it’s on mine,” Treebie interrupted, stepping in and putting her cold steel to Donella's head.

  “Treebie, noooo.” Lissha yelled out as she lunged toward her.

  Boc! Boc! Treebie's Glock .40 clapped like thunder.

  “What the fuck?” Bayonna belted, jumping from her seat as blood and brain sprayed onto her neck and face.

  “Noooooo!!!!” Lissha cried, falling to her knees, lifting Donella's head onto her lap and tenderly running her hand over her face and lifting her arm. “Aw, Momma,” she sniffled.

  Donella twitched for a few seconds before her arm went limp and her head fell slack. Blood trickled from her wounds and pooled beneath her head.

  “Treebie, why?” cried Lissha.

  “You know what the fuck this is.” Treebie pointed the Glock at her. “If this bitch had conspiracy in her blood then you should thank me. Because what I can’t live with is a traitor in my house.” She held her gun firm, silently daring Lissha to test it.

  Bayonna felt like she had walked into a bad nightmare. With her hands covering her mouth, she thought about the countless times the enemy had been at the other end of their unforgiving triggers but never would she have imagined that their ruthlessness would turn on one another.

  Lissha stood up breathing heavily with Donella's blood all over her clothes. She locked eyes with Treebie and held her stare; two lionesses destined to lock ass. Treebie held her position, itching to be challenged.

  Slowly, Treebie bent over Donella’s dead body and ran her hand in the puddle of blood beneath her. It coated her palm in a ghastly wet thickness.

  Bay looked on in shock as Lissha moved back towards Treebie.

  “We shed blood to get in thi
s muthafucka, and we’ll bleed to get out,” Treebie stated. She put her hand out towards Lissha then looked over at Bayonna.

  Cautiously, Bayonna approached and placed her hand on top of theirs. Treebie slowly lowered her gun to her side. Tightly they gripped hands sealing their bond with blood.

  Lissha turned to JuJu. “Tonight Kiam set the standard. Make sure from this moment forward you don’t slip. Because as you see, the only penalty is death.” Her voice cracked as the last word crossed her lips and her eyes settled on her sistah's bloody corpse.

  Kiam nodded his affirmation. “The rest of y’all burn that shit in your memory because this shit is just the beginning." He eyed each of them trying to detect even the faintest sign of disloyalty.

  Treebie was unfazed. Bay was stoic. Lissha was beyond reproach. Each, however, wore a poker face.

  Kiam continued to study them as he went on. "We know who set up the robbery of Riz's people and they've been dealt with swiftly and without clemency. But somebody put those Blood Money niggas on JuJu and muthafuckas tried to come for me. Whether or not all of that was connected, I don't know. Until I find out who was behind those moves, none of you bitches are safe. Get the fuck outta my house.” He sat on the couch with his gun rested on his lap.

  The three women took one last look at Donella’s dead body, grabbed their shit and headed to the door. As they filed out the house they made sure to throw JuJu some shade on the way out.

  Treebie was the last to leave. She stopped at the door, slowly turned around, glared at Kiam and left some parting words that were coated in acid. “I hope you find a good ass hole to hide your rat in.” She gave Daphne the look of death as she closed the door.

  Daphne’s heart sank to her feet. She knew she was living on borrowed time. Her false accusation had been well planned and rehearsed but if and when the truth came out she planned to be nowhere around. Kiam was not playing with a bitch. It was time for her to collect the money and get in the wind.

  Chapter 2

  A Tangled Web