Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  He slammed the clip in the ratchet and looked up at JuJu with a killah's stare. “Li'l cuz I'ma ride but if your man ain't thorough I'ma pop his melon too. I'm not showing loyalty to no disloyal muthafucka,” said Isaiah as he rose to his feet and began pulling the hoodie over his head. Isaac followed his lead.

  JuJu chuckled, sounding just like Kiam when he felt disrespected. “Fam,” he replied, “my mans is platinum baby. I put that on my life and you already know my pedigree. My moms and my pops serving three dimes and neither one of them would flip. You saying anything?”

  Isaiah shook his head no. “I'm saying let's go show these fools that their time is up,” he spat, holding his fist out for a pound.

  JuJu dapped him and Isaac up, and then the three of them finished getting strapped. When they left out the door ten minutes later murder was the plan. Money Bags Carter's boys down in King-Kennedy were about to kiss the ground permanently. And their deaths were just the beginning of the massacres that he had devised for the streets.

  Chapter 15

  Forced Alliances

  Wolfman sat at the head of the conference table in the office of his nightclub with his hands folded atop the table. He looked around the room at the other men present. Money Bags Carter and his right-hand man, Crispy Jay, sat to the right of him. Young Dontae and his top lieutenant, Two Gunz, was on the left. Wolfman's newly elected street General Chino was posted by the door looking like a male model with his fair features and long ponytail that came down to the center of his back. Many had mistaken his pretty boy looks for softness and had gotten fitted for a casket as a result of underestimating his G.

  Not only was Chino a pretty nigga, he was a stone cold murderer. He had added a half dozen bodies to his street resume since hooking up with Wolfman's team two years ago. Frank Nitti's demise had opened the door for him to move up in rank and he was anxious to prove that his promotion was a wise one.

  As Chino looked around the room at the other men, he decided that anyone that bucked the agenda was getting carried out of there wrapped up in a sheet. He made eye contact with Wolfman and received the silent okay.

  Sitting beside Wolfman, Money Bags Carter wore an expression of deep agitation. He unconsciously fiddled with his signature small diamond money bag earrings that hung from his ear lobes and released a heavy sigh. Four of his boys had gotten killed the other night and three others were laid up in the hospital fighting losing battles for their lives.

  In addition to those problems he had a huge shipment due to arrive today and a feeling of angst had him by the throat. Normally he wouldn't be caught dead in the same room with Wolfman or Dontae but Kiam was making a power move that was a threat to all of them so this alliance was necessary. Money Bags Carter could barely hold his tongue as he sat waiting to see what the fuck Wolfman could tell him to calm his anxiety.

  Dontae was seething too. Last night his nephew and one of his workers had gotten gunned down outside of a store on Hayden, then this morning one of his main runners stepped out of the house and caught a chest full of lead. Bodies were dropping all around the city and if Kiam was behind the killings he needed to be dealt with before he became an unstoppable force. Before today Dontae would've never considered joining forces with Wolfman or Money Bags Carter, he didn't trust either of their asses and neither of them could trust him.

  Dontae stared at the bottles of liquor and the spread of cold cuts that sat untouched in the center of the table as he tried to comprehend why a muthafucka that he didn't even know and had never had words with would declare war on him. He didn't know the answer nor did he have time to search for it so he was going to send some heat right back at that ass. If this meeting was about any fucking thing other than killing Kiam, Wolfman was wasting his time.

  Wolfman cleared his throat and all heads turned towards him. “Gentleman we have a problem,” he began, leaving his hands folded on the table.

  “You're got damn right we do,” Money Bags Carter exploded as he shot to his feet, slamming his palms down on the table so hard that the liquor bottles rattled together.

  Crispy Jay stood up next to his boss and slid his hand inside his jacket where his tool was tucked in a shoulder holster.

  “Nigga sit your ass down before I shatter your muthafuckin’ spine!” The voice on the back of Crispy Jay's neck belonged to the pretty boy assassin.

  Crispy Jay let his hand fall to his side but remained standing in defiance. The only smell of pussy on him was on the tip of his dick. He had been through the battles and had the scars all over his body and soul to prove it. Five years ago a fierce rival in King-Kennedy had doused him with gasoline and set him on fire; Crispy Jay had lived through that to come back and torture the nigga in the same hideous fashion so a ratchet in the center of his back was nothing breezy to a fan.

  Chino knew of Crispy Jay's reputation but he was not impressed. Yeah he had recovered and burned that nigga to death, but if it would've been him Chino would've eradicated that muthafucka's entire bloodline behind that shit. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw those scars he would've went out and killed another member of that nigga's family, he told himself as he waited for Crispy Jay to give him a reason to send his back flying out of his chest.

  Wolfman shook his head, letting Chino know to turn it down. Chino nodded and backed away but he kept his stare trained on Crispy Jay's back.

  “Gentleman, please be seated. This is exactly what Kiam wants to happen,” said Wolfman in a calm tone.

  Money Bags Carter reluctantly sat back down and after a pause Crispy Jay did the same. I'ma have to let Chino kill him thought Wolfman as he gauged the heat coming off of Crispy Jay's forehead.

  Dontae sat quietly taking in everything around him. He's a thinker. He'll choose sides with the stronger team Wolfman quickly concluded. He hadn't ascended to the top without being able to read his friends as well as his foes.

  He unfolded his hands and poured himself a glass of vodka, lifted it to his lips and tossed it back on one gulp. “Ahhhh,” he let out as it burned the back of his throat.

  He sat the glass down and rubbed his hands together. When he was sure that he held their attention he spoke with no preamble. “As we all can see Kiam is trying to take over the city. He's coming straight for the ones at top, and that's the three of us. So I would think it's in all of our best interest to come together and take him out,” he said.

  Money Bags Carter's eyes narrowed. “That's what Nitti was supposed to do and how did that turn out?”

  “Not good,” admitted Wolfman with a shrug of his shoulders that didn't sit well with Money Bags. He had lost seven souljahs to Kiam's guns.

  “I told you if we missed he was going to come at us with all he has,” he scoffed.

  “Money Bags, there's no way Kiam could know that you were in on that because I'm the only one that knew. And what did Dontae have to do with it? Nothing. Don't you see that he's making a power play to supplant us all at the same time? It's a smart move. You sound like you're shook.”

  Money Bags Carter was offended but he hid it nicely. When this was over he was going to kill Wolfman. He suspected him of having one of his shipments knocked off. “I'm not afraid of no man. Let's send somebody after him that won't miss. I don't have time for this shit,” he remarked, glancing down at his watch. In two hours he would have to meet his connect to receive the shipment and he needed to be out.

  Wolfman looked over to Dontae. “You got something you wanna say?” he asked.

  Dontae sat up on the edge of his seat. “I just wanna know who Kiam is and how in the fuck did he just pop up out of nowhere causing so much havoc? It's like one day this nigga's name just started ringing in the streets and the next thing I know he's killing muthafuckas.”

  “He didn't come out of nowhere, I found out that he was in the Feds with a muthafucka that I thought I would never hear from again,” explained Wolfman.

  Dontae lifted his eyebrows.

  “Kiam was Big Zo's cell mate up at Lew
isburg,” Wolfman continued with a frown on his face. Even from the inside Big Zo was causing him problems. “You can bet he took Kiam under his wing and coached him to do everything that he's out here doing.”

  As Dontae listened he could hear the contempt in Wolfman's voice when he said Big Zo's name. He didn't know what that was about because he was still hugging the block when Big Zo got knocked. Something told him that Wolfman was holding back some information that could shed light on why his face got so tight when he uttered Big Zo's name but he knew that he would have to find that out on his own. In the meantime, he wasn't going to just sit back and let Big Zo's protege take what he had worked hard to build.

  The three men discussed strategies on getting at Kiam. “We should go after Lissha, that would hurt Big Zo more than anything,” suggested Money Bags Carter.

  Wolfman agreed.

  “But that won't take care of Kiam,” Dontae pointed out. “Fuck snatching up bitches to make a nigga in the joint feel pain while his understudy is out here murking my people. Y'all can handle it anyway you want to but I'm going straight after Kiam.” Dontae stood up and walked out the door with his boy, Two Gunz, on his heels. As far as he was concerned there was nothing else to discuss.

  As soon as the door closed behind Dontae, Wolfman said, “Fuck it, we'll hit that nigga too.”

  “I'm down,” Money Bags Carter co-signed. And I'ma hit your ass last.

  Wolfman was thinking the same thing but his smile masked his duplicitous thoughts. He stood up and he and Money Bags Carter shook hands. “You work on Lissha while I work on getting to Kiam,” he said, knowing that his Ace in the hole was DeMarcus.

  “Don't miss this time,” remarked Money Bags Carter as he and Crispy Jay stood and moved towards the door.

  Crispy Jay and Chino eyed each other like a lion and a hyena. “Later for you, Bleed,” said Chino as he stepped aside to let them out.

  “Nigga, you better concentrate on Kiam ‘cause this right here ain't what you want,” Crispy Jay warned.

  Chino put his fingers to his mouth and blew him the kiss of death. But somebody should have warned them both that Kiam would require all of their attention and he was not their only worry. One of the cruddiest niggas alive was in town stalking.

  Chapter 16

  Blood Trail

  Wa’leek walked into Treebie's bedroom and just stared at her while she slept. A scowl enveloped his face; he had ordered her hard-headed ass back to New Jersey and she had disobeyed him and stayed in Ohio. What was her tie to Lissha and Big Zo that kept her so loyal to them? he wondered.

  The thought that another muthafucka had more influence over his wife than he did plagued him and tasted bitter in his mouth. Knowing that he was the one that introduced her to the game and now she had more stake in it then he did wasn't the least bit palatable either. He had always known that she wasn't the average bitch, that's why he had wifed her, but he wasn't sure what she had become. Whatever she was doing had changed her.

  Moving to the bathroom Wa'leek undressed and hopped in the shower, it had been a long day of digging and prying to try and hunt down Blood Money and their reason’s for coming for Riz’s crew. He thought back to the night of the attack and wondered why he was spared. Street legend had it that Blood Money's M.O. was always leave one standing to tell the story but they had left two, Jamaal and him.

  Why?

  It was a question he had asked himself a thousand times but the answer still alluded him. To think that it just wasn't his time to die explained nothing because that night Blood Money made sure that every nigga up in the house that they wanted dead stopped breathing. Allah couldn't have saved him from the carnage that Blood Money left in their wake. They had ran up in there and did exactly what they had come to do. There was no doubt in his mind that he was still alive simply because they hadn't wanted him dead.

  Logic told him that the niggas up under those masks must've known him personally. Well, if that was the case then they should've known that it was a mistake to spare his life.

  The irony was that Wa'leek wasn't supposed to be there that night, he was supposed to have picked Treebie up from the airport and gone back home to chill with her. At the last minute she had called to say that she had missed her flight. Wa'leek recalled hearing the lie in her voice but he had figured that she had changed her mind about coming because she feared he wouldn't let her return.

  Treebie's decision had led to him going with Jamaal to the house that Blood Money invaded. Those blood red contacts haunted his day and night dreams and he could not rest until he had each and every head on his mantel.

  Treebie began to stir when she heard the sound of the shower. Alarm set in and she jumped up and grabbed her gun from her purse. Moving carefully down the hall taking small quiet steps she held her gun firm in her hand as she peeked through the crack in the door. She was relieved when she saw Wa'leek's boots then heard him humming a rap from behind the curtain, something he always did when he was in deep thought.

  Treebie lowered her weapon and entered the bathroom. She walked over to the shower and opened the curtain. Her man was lathering his hard body. “I almost blew you brains out,” she said.

  “I like it when you blow my brains out,” he quipped as he soaped up the thick pendulum that hung between his legs.

  “Shut up,” she giggled staring down at her shit in his hand.

  Wa'leek looked at her hungrily. “Why you just standing there?”

  “Because it’s 3:00 in the morning and I’m going back to bed,” Her eyes wondered over his frame as the water and soap caressed all of her favorite places.

  “Come here.” He motioned with his finger.

  “Nope.” Treebie shook her head back and forth as her eyes briefly settled on that thick pole.

  “You know if you make me come get you I won’t be merciful,” he warned.

  “I’m not scared of you,” she cooed as his eyes penetrated hers.

  “You talking shit ‘cause you got that gun. I got one too.” He stroked his weapon. “Which one you think is more effective?”

  “Both,” she answered huskily as her body began to heat up.

  “Let me hold yours and you come hold mine,” offered Wa'leek.

  Treebie considered making him beg for it but when she saw that dick jump her pussy tingled. She placed her gun on the sink and stepped in the shower.

  “You miss me?” He grabbed her shirt, pulling her to him.

  “I only miss you when you’re not starting trouble.”

  Wa’leek ignored her comment as he enjoyed the way her erect nipples looked through the wetness of her t-shirt.

  “Why you so quiet?” she asked as his intense stare quickened her breathing.

  Wa’leek brought both his hands to the top of her t-shirt and ripped it down to the middle of her chest exposing her breasts. “That shit was fucking up my flow,” he said as his grey eyes brightened with hot desire.

  Treebie took a deep breath as he grabbed a fist full of her shirt, pulled her closer and covered one of her taut nipples with his warm mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and gripped it tightly while his tongue slid over her breasts causing her kitty to purr for attention.

  “Wah,” she whispered as he tore away at the rest of her shirt.

  “Yes,” he responded biting her neck and clutching her back with the tips of his fingers. He enjoyed the sound of each gasp that left her mouth as he tickled her special spots. Turning her quickly he pushed her forward.

  Treebie placed her palms flat against the shower wall as his hands slipped between her smooth creamy thighs. “If you didn’t miss me my pussy damn sure did,” he said, playing in the wetness that began to ease down.

  Treebie put her head down as she felt his thickness take the place of his fingers. The water rained down on her body as he grabbed her butt cheeks and pushed his way through her tightness, stroking her tenderly from the back.

  “Ssss.” A small hiss accompanied the rotating of Treebie's hips.
r />   “You still mine?” whispered Wa'leek, pushing deeper and quickening his strokes.

  “Yes.” Treebie moaned. He was in that spot that rendered her incapable of common sense.

  Commanding her body so that it moved to his desire Wa'leek enjoyed the sound of pleasure and pain that dripped from her vocals. When her legs began to shake he pushed her forward a little more to hit those baby making spots.

  “Wah wait,” she cried out as he caused her to reach out for anything she could get her hands on.

  “Didn’t I tell you to bring it to me?” he taunted.

  “Yes,” she stuttered as his merciless stroke overpowered her ability to make full sentences.

  “What did I say would happen if you made me take it?” His deep voice in her ear made her clit throb.

  Wa'leek was in tune with his woman's body, his hand traveled down to her mounting passion and his finger tenderly slid back and forth over her hardening button of pleasure. “What the fuck did I say, Treebie?” he demanded an answer.

  “No merc—,” she mumbled.

  “You want me to be nice to this pussy?” He teased, hitting her walls hard and precisely.

  “Baby please,” she begged.

  Her submission to his power bought her some time. Wa’leek pulled out and ran his hands up and down her back then bent behind her, gripping her ass in his palms he brought the pussy to his mouth and justified why she called him Daddy.

  Treebie's cries went from pleas of mercy to moans of pure pleasure.

  “Oh my god Wah, do that shit Daddy,” she cried out as she released from the depths of her soul.

  Wa’leek rubbed his lips in her sweetness as she coated his tongue with liquid desire. Rising to his feet he slid back in and slow stroked her, enjoying her muscle play until he released deep inside her core.

  After washing each other up and sharing tender kisses and firm touches, they stepped out of the shower, dried off, and climbed naked between the sheets. Wa’leek held her in his arms until she was fast asleep then it was beast time. Slowly he slid his arm from under her head and eased out of the bed, got dressed and was on the hunt again.