by Ca$H
It took Wa'leek a day to locate who he was looking for but once he locked in on him he was like a GPS. As the sun settled behind the clouds and the whole city darkened, Wa’leek parked strategically so that he could keep Wolfman clearly in his sights. He noted that Chino appeared to have taken Nitti's place protecting the boss, but since Wa'leek was an equal opportunity killah it didn't even matter. This was Wa’leek’s hour; he called it the hour of mayhem and confusion. The hour that made boys into men and changed the hearts of the righteous into soulless pits to fill with deceit and treason.
Reaching for his cell phone he placed a call to Riz.
“Yeah, I got them niggas in my scope what’s the verdict,”
“Nothing yet, let them niggas breathe but make sure it's short breaths.”
“Got you,” Wa’leek said as he watched Wolfman and Chino exit the restaurant, get into Wolfman's Benz and pull off. Wa’leek followed the two men until he knew where at least one of them rested their head then he posted up in a spot out of sight so he could begin putting together a schedule of how these niggas moved. It was hunting season and he was going to stalk his prey until they bit his bait and their head was mounted on his wall.
Wolfman had made the biggest mistake of his life when he had fucked over Riz and the only payment accepted was his life.
Chapter 17
Cold as Ice
Treebie always slept with one eye open even when they both appeared shut tight, so she had been aware when Wa'leek slid out of bed with her in the early morning hours. She had called him later in the day to keep track of him because Wa'leek's ass moved like a phantom. Her concern was that he might come home at the right time and see the wrong thing. Her heart pounded as she and her bitches prepared to move out.
Bayonna walked over to the iPod station in Treebie’s basement and put her iPhone 5 on it and hit that How I’m Raised by Ace Hood. She stood still with her eyes closed nodding her head to the beat, when it got to her favorite part she grabbed her gun and sung along.
“I chase that money every day I wake. Though I keep my pistol on me yah, yah. And I just won’t stop until my family straight. That’s just how I was raised.”
She turned in Treebie and Lissha’s direction and watched as they loaded their guns and passed a blunt back and forth. Her heart began to ache as her eyes settled on the empty chair where Donella once sat. The small twinge quickly turned into anger then rage. Her hand trembled around the handle of her Glock as she fought back tears and the urge to blow the back of Treebie’s head off.
“What’s up Bay?” Lissha asked, noticing the flare of her nostrils and the whites of her eyes turning red and glossy.
Bayonna blinked back the tears and took a deep breath. “I’m good. Just getting into character,” she said then moved to Lissha’s side and took the blunt from her hand.
Treebie snatched the bottle of 1800 by the neck and took it to the head. Looking up into Bayonna’s face she gave her a hard stare that was more like a warning. Breaking the gaze she looked at Lissha and spoke clearly. “We gotta be on point tonight. Them niggas ain’t ‘bout no bullshit. They gonna be on their ‘put a nigga down’ game. We need to move like it's four instead of three.”
“I know what needs to be done,” Lissha asserted, taking the bottle to her mouth then slamming it down on the table. She then picked up her contacts and placed them in her eyes. “It’s Blood Money bitches, let’s do it.”
“Indeed,” Treebie chimed, placing her contacts in then pulling her mask around her face.
Bayonna tucked her anger away as she too placed the contacts in and put her mask firmly around her face. She knew very well that she could not make this move with any hatred in her heart for the women whose hands she had to place her life in. If nothing else she understood that hesitation could be the death of them all.
As they proceeded out the door Treebie quickly glanced up and down the street for any sign of Wa'leek's return. She didn't even want to think about what she would do if he popped up right now. Pushing that thought from her mind she climbed in the car and they backed out of the driveway and drove off. The car was silent as they focused on the job they were about to pull.
They drove down on Kinsman and parked a few houses down from their intended target. The night wind whistled outside the car as they waited patiently for the nigga to show up. Minutes turned into to an hour and just when they were about to give up on the lick, a car turned onto the street and drove pass them.
Lissha ducked down in the driver’s seat, Treebie was on her right and Bayonna sat in the back seat getting into murder mode. They all peeked over the dashboard watching Bolo park in the driveway then move towards the house. He was carrying two big black duffle bags and quick stepping while looking in all directions.
When he was in the door they saw the porch light flicker twice then a car that was parked a half block in the opposite direction pulled off. They all got lower behind the tinted windows as the black Chevy Impala drove slowly pass them.
Once the tail lights were out of sight. Lissha picked up her cell phone and summoned her accomplices. Within thirty minutes Jocelyn, Che Che and Brielle arrived in a cherry red Infiniti. They parked in the driveway behind Bolo's ride and strutted up the walkway, weaves swaying, heels clacking and asses bouncing. When they got on the porch Jocelyn knocked on the door and waited. Seconds later the door opened and Bolo stepped out slightly with a slick smile on his black face.
When the last woman was inside Treebie looked down at her watch, they were giving them thirty minutes to get them niggas relaxed and comfy.
Bayonna sat in the back seat getting her thoughts right as she battled with visions of Donella. Lissha tapped her feet to the beat of murder that played strong in her mind while Treebie pulled on a pair of biking gloves.
Thirty minutes on the dot they checked their guns looked around in all directions and jumped out moving stealth close and low. Slowly they slipped down the side of the house headed to the back door. As soon as they got to the back yard a dog in the next yard went off sending alarm through the neighborhood.
“Shit,” Lissha cursed under her breath.
They stood frozen in place as a light came on in the house next door. The curtain opened and an old woman darted her eyes around the darkness. When she was satisfied that nothing was amidst she yelled out for the dog to hush but he continued to bark and scratch at the wooden fence.
“I’ma shoot the muthafucka,” Treebie whispered as she raised her gun ready to blast. The silencer that was attached would muffle the sound.
“Hold up,” Lissha said, grabbing her arm.
Just as Treebie was ready to squeeze the old lady came out her back door and pulled the dog inside. “Hush all that fuss dog,” she gripped as the door slammed shut.
Inside the house that they were targeting Bolo had heard the commotion. “Why that bitch ass dog acting up? Go check that out Murph,” he said as Jocelyn gave him sloppy head.
“Nah nigga, I wouldn’t move if I could,” Murph replied as Che Che rode his dick slowly while nibbling his earlobe and whispering something hot and nasty in his ear.
“Nah, we good plus he quiet now,” Trigga slurred as he also enjoyed some neck action. Brielle’s jaw grip had a nigga shaking his leg.
The dimly lit living room was in full orgy mode.
Treebie, Bayonna and Lissha moved slowly up the steps. Treebie turned the door knob and the door opened effortlessly. She eased the door open enough to peek through the kitchen to the living room. The light from the television caused shadows to form in different parts of the room. Treebie carefully stepped inside the door with Bayonna close behind and Lissha taking up the rear. They moved up behind the couch with guns pointed directly at the back of Murph and Trigga's heads.
Bolo had his head back on the verge of busting all over Jocelyn’s tonsils. When he brought his head forward to grab her hair he saw black hoods and red eyes.
“What the fuck?” he shrieked as panic accompanied h
is nut.
“Make the wrong move nigga so I can circumcise that little muthafucka for you,” Treebie barked at Bolo, lowering her gun.
Murph and Trigga froze in place.
“Y’all punk muthafuckas put your hands up where I can see ‘em,” Bayonna ordered. Both men raised the arms above their heads. Bayonna pointed her banger at one of the girls and said, “You, raise up off that dick bitch.”
The girl did as she was told and Bayonna turned to her friends and barked, “And you two hos get the dick out your mouths and get over in that corner.”
The girls moved with the quickness as the stared at the gun in her hand. Bayonna stepped over to Trigga and put her heat right on his forehead.
“What the fuck is this about?” Murph asked with a little too much bass in his voice as his eyes settled on the handle of the sawed off shot gun that slightly stuck out of the cushion under Bolo.
“Shut the fuck up,” Lissha smacked him across his head.
“You ain’t gotta do all that,” Bolo barked.
“You're right,” Lissha said then blew the back of Murph's head off, spraying his blood all over Trigga.
Over in the corner the three females gripped each other tight as they looked on in fear.
“Now let’s start this shit over,” Lissha enforced. “You muthafuckas ain’t in charge. So any request will be denied. Next, I need those two bags your pussy asses walked in here with.”
“We ain’t got shit fo you bruh,” Bolo spat, giving Lissha a hard glare.
“You hear this nigga?” Lissha’s distorted voice boomed in Treebie's direction.
“Yeah I heard him but his words don’t mean shit.” Treebie blasted him in the ankle damn near severing his foot from his leg.
“Ahhh!” Bolo yelped.
“How is your memory working for you now?” she taunted.
Bolo bent over, clutched his ankle and writhed in pain as blood seeped through his fingers. When he came up his hand shot under the cushion pulling the gun from under his seat.
“Fuck you niggas,” he belted and squeezed off several errant shots in Treebie’s direction.
As bullets whizzed past her head Treebie reacted like the boss bitch that she was to the core. She ignored the threat to her life and sent some heat right back at Bolo. Her aim was better than his and two shots caught him high in the shoulder causing him to drop his tool. His arm fell limply to his side and he grimaced in pain.
Treebie quickly spun her whistle towards Trigga and blasted him in the stomach. Boc! Boc! “Y'all bitch niggas think this is a game?” she chortled. Through the voice distorter she sounded like the grim reaper, and tonight she was exactly that.
Trigga doubled over and whimpered out a plea for mercy. Bayonna gritted and filled him with hollows. “Didn't we tell y'all all request would be denied?” she spat mercilessly.
Lissha held her gun on a dying Trigga in case he wanted to act up on his way out.
Jocelyn vomited all over the wall and floor next to them causing Che Che and Brielle to crawl to an opposite corner.
“Y'all muthafuckas better up those duffel bags,” Lissha barked.
“It’s in the upstairs bedroom on the right,” Brielle yelled covering her head as tears ran from her eyes. When she agreed to set up this lick she hadn’t expected anyone to be killed.
Across the room Trigga took labored breaths as his lungs filled with blood. Realizing that he wasn't getting any mercy and that his life was seeping out through his fingertips he summoned up some testosterone. “Fuck y’all bitch ass niggas,” he mumbled as blood bubbles formed on his lips.
“No nigga fuck you,” Bayonna corrected right before she blew his forehead all over the coffee table and TV screen.
“Oh my god!” cried Jocelyn when a clump of brain matter landed by her foot. Horrified, she squeezed her eyes shut and scooted away from the gory evidence of cold blooded murder. Never had she expected shit to go down like this. It was supposed to be a jack move not homicides. A panic attack seized her and she let out a shrill cry.
Treebie leveled the gun down at her. “Bitch shut the fuck up! Che Che go run me those bags,” she ordered.
Che Che jumped up and took the steps two at a time. Lissha listened hard as a few bumps and bangs resonated through the ceiling. When they looked up Che Che was dragging the big black duffle bags down the stairs.
Che Che stood behind Bolo’s dead body as her eyes settled on the grotesque figures that were slumped around the living room.
“You two hos get up,” Treebie commanded, aiming her banger at them.
“These bitches shaking like jello. You know what this is. And you know Blood Money only leaves one witness. You decide,” Lissha said, playing with the last bit of sanity they had left.
“Please I don’t want to die. We did just as Spank asked. You got what you wanted,” Brielle cried out for mercy.
“I don’t do begging bitches,” Treebie announced as she put one between Brielle’s eyes sending her crashing into the wall. She slid down slowly, landing into the pile of blood and vomit that lay at her feet. Without hesitation Treebie turned and blew a hole in Che Che's the chest.
“Why?” Che Che cried, grabbing her chest and collapsing to her knees.
“Because I can, trick ass bitch,” Treebie spat.
Che Che’s eyes glossed over and she fell face forward. Her head smacked the floor and she toppled over on her side.
Lissha grabbed the bags and turned to the back door. Bayonna held her position next to Treebie as Jocelyn stood half-dressed and trembling staring back at them.
“You like sucking dick for money?” Treebie asked
“No,” Jocelyn answered with her eyes fixed on Treebie’s cold steel.
“Yes you do bitch go ahead and get some,” she pointed at Bolo's body. “Step to your business ho.”
Jocelyn cried harder as she went to kneel in front of Bolo’s dead body. “Suck it bitch,” Treebie yelled.
Jocelyn took his flaccid penis into her hand, her stomach turned at the sight of blood and semen that covered his shaft. She tightened her eyes, lowered her head, and began to suck.
I would rather die, thought Treebie. “Bitch you nasty,” she derided her.
Bayonna was tired of Treebie toying with the girl. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill walked over to Bolo and rubbed it in his blood. “Open your mouth and let's get this over with,” she ordered Jocelyn.
“Please don't,” the girl pleaded.
“Open your mouth.” This time Bayonna spat each word singularly but with more force. Jocelyn's lips slowly parted. Bayonna stuck the money in the terrified girl's mouth and took a step back.
Treebie stepped forward placed the tip of her gun in the center of Jocelyn's heart and made sure that it never beat again. This time they couldn’t leave one behind because the girls knew their true identity.
As they left out of the house Bayonna stopped and looked back for Donella. With tears welling up behind her contacts Bayonna realized that her girl was not coming because she was already gone.
Chapter 18
Heating Up
JuJu could tell from the tone of Bayonna's voice that something was bothering her but when he asked what was wrong she told him that everything was gucci.
“A'ight li'l mama just make sure you have your game face on when I come through to scoop you up, we gotta make that trip up top again,” he informed her.
“Yeah, I know,” she confirmed. “I spoke with Kiam earlier so get your face out of whatever little ratchet bitch's pussy you have it in and let's get on the road. Okay li'l daddy?” she teased.
“Whatever shorty,” he shot back. “You got life fucked up. Ain't nare bitch ever got none of this head. Straight up.”
“Mm hmm,” Bay giggled, thinking that she would turn his young ass out. “Just get over here and don't have me waiting all damn day. Handle your business playa.” She hung the phone up and began counting.
By the time she reach
ed four her phone lit up. “House of beauty. This is Cutie,” she answered playfully.
JuJu wasn't amused. “Don't be hanging no phones up on me,” he chastised.
Bayonna folded her legs up under her on the bed and giggled at his remark. “I'm sorry li'l daddy,” she cooed. “Am I going to get a spanking?”
“Stop playing and have your ass ready when I get there.”
This time it was JuJu who hung up.
He tossed his phone down on the console between the seats and shook his head. Isaiah who was in the passenger seat laughed. “Whoever shorty is she got you open,” he said.
“Picture that,” JuJu denied. “Money over bitches.”
“Yeah, in a rap song but li'l mama got you sprung. Nigga you was blushing like a bitch.”
In the back seat Isaac was cracking up.
“Fuck y'all. This shit is official,” JuJu boasted as he steered the whip down the block.
He parked outside of one of their trap houses on 114th and Miles Road and waited for the twins to go in and collect the money and return. A few dudes on their squad didn't like the fact that Isaiah and his brother had ascended past them so quickly in terms of rank but to question it would've gotten them a brand new suit.
JuJu kept his eyes trained on the block until his fam returned with the dough. They made a few more stops collecting and making sure that business was on point, then JuJu dropped his people off at their new apartment out in Bedford Heights and headed over to pick up Bayonna.
As he waited for her to come out to the car he dreaded having to make this trip with her again.
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As soon as JuJu and Bayonna arrived in New York they went straight to Riz’s apartment made the pickup then got on the road to head back. Again the interaction with Bayonna and Riz left him heated.
JuJu drove in silence as Bayonna bopped and crunched on spicy Doritos. He looked over at her with a wicked glare. He knew that she was only playing the role but to know that a woman would compromise her body like that bothered him. She seemed intelligent and was damn sure beautiful which made him wonder what could have happened to get her caught up in the game.
