Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  Bayonna's voice interrupted his thoughts. “JuJu I’m tired. We need to stop,” she said, stifling a yawn with her hand.

  “Go to sleep I’m good.”

  “No I want to take a shower and lay down,” she pouted.

  “You can do that when we get back.” He kept his eyes focused on the road.

  Bayonna sighed, crumpled up her bag, pulled her legs up in the seat and turned her back to him.

  JuJu drove on for about an hour simply ignoring her. Bayonna finally fell asleep but her head kept bobbing and almost hitting the window. When he saw how uncomfortable she looked he got off on the first exit that advertised a hotel.

  Bayonna didn't open her eyes until JuJu was walking out of the registration office. When he hopped in the driver’s side she lit up. “You’re so sweet.”

  “No I’m not. We gonna chill for a few hours then we back on the road.”

  “Can I have something to eat first Father?” she asked with her hands together like she was begging.

  JuJu looked over at her with his mouth tight. “Don’t play with me.”

  Bayonna poked her bottom lip out. “Pleeeese.”

  JuJu had to chuckle on the inside because she was so silly.

  He looked to the left and spotted Micky D’s. “You can have something from the dollar menu.” He shot back.

  “Oh shit, can I get a toy too?”

  “Can you get a toy?”

  “Yeah, you can give me the one that comes in your kid’s meal,” she teased.

  “Yo' ass ain’t funny.”

  “No?” she begged to differ. She looked at him with childish playfulness dancing in her eyes then began poking her fingers in his side.

  “Stop shorty,” he said as he tried to keep her fingers from moving up and down his side.

  “Oh you talking shit and you ticklish?” Now she was going in with both hands.

  “Stop.” JuJu slightly yelled through his laughter and grabbed ahold of her wrists.

  Bayonna smiled at how cute he looked when he was laughing. “See laughter doesn’t hurt that much.”

  “I wasn't laughing.” He threw his mean mug back on.

  “Whatever Mr. Crabby.”

  They pulled up to the drive-thru and JuJu ordered three Big Macs, a large fry and a strawberry milk shake. “Damn where you putting all that?” Bayonna asked as she slid her hand under his shirt and rubbed up and down his abs.

  “Keep putting your hand over here I’ma give you something to touch,” he warned

  Bayonna twisted her lips. She started to say something else but the cashier asked if there was anything else they wanted.

  Bayonna leaned over, purposely damn near climbing in JuJu's lap. “Let me have two fish and cheese and a large fry, a cheese burger, a medium coke, three cookies and a vanilla ice cream cone.”

  JuJu put his head to the side and looked at the bump in her jeans. His mouth watered as he pictured himself standing behind all that ass making her reach and grab. Instinctively his hands did what his mind entertained. He reached up and smacked her ass. “Why you got all of this in my face?”

  “Keep it up and you’re going to be putting more than food in your mouth,” she said as she crawled back to her seat.

  JuJu just gave her a slight smile.

  When they pulled up to the window the girl had her eyes all over them trying to see who the freaky couple was that boomed through the order box. Passing them the food she kept smiling at JuJu.

  “I think ol’ girl got a crush on you, try to get us some free shit,” Bayonna joked.

  “She might be smiling at you.”

  “Well shit, let me smile back so I can get three more cookies.” Bayonna sat up. “Thank you sweetie.” She threw on a smile as she reached for her ice cream cone.

  JuJu burst out laughing. “You a fool.”

  “I don’t do pussy but I’ll smile my ass into an extra meal any day.” Bayonna sat back, licking her ice cream as he drove away.

  Bayonna sat across from JuJu at the hotel’s table tearing her food up. JuJu was staring at her biting into that fish like she hadn’t ate all day. “That shit stink yo,” he said, wrinkling up his nose.

  “You don’t eat fish?” she asked, licking the tartar sauce.

  “Hell no. Why girls always eating food that make their breath stink?”

  “I have something to fix my breath but what do you have to fix your grumpy ass attitude?” She sucked on her straw while looking at him.

  “Yo tongue too slick.”

  “You know you love it,” she teased.

  “You don’t want nothin’ from over here,” he spat back.

  “What I would give you, you can’t handle,” she continued to sip her drink.

  Seeing that things were going in the wrong direction JuJu quickly deaded it. “I thought you were sleepy?” he asked, getting up and throwing his trash away.

  “I thought so,” she teased as she got up and collected her empty containers.

  JuJu went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower and changed his clothes. When he came out he grabbed a pillow and posted up in one chair and propped his feet up on the other. He watched Bayonna move around getting herself together then she disappeared into the bathroom. He grabbed the remote and flipped the channels.

  Bayonna came out the bathroom smelling like something edible. JuJu’s senses heightened as her perfume rose in his nostrils. His eyes followed her as she moved from one spot to the next when she bent over to go in her bag. He could see her leopard print G-string right through her white stretch pants. He grabbed his dick to keep it calm as his fantasies again took over.

  Bayonna stood up combing her hair then glossed her lips and moved to the bed. “Why you in the chair?”

  “Don't worry about me I’m good.”

  “I won’t bite you boy. You can lay at the bottom and I’ll lay up here. You gotta drive you need to get some rest.”

  JuJu thought about it for a minute then he gave in. “You better not try nothing, my mother taught me about good touch versus bad touch,” he said, placing his pillow on the bed and lying on his stomach.

  “You act like I’m a rapist or something,” she giggled.

  “Stay on your side,” he said, tucking the pillow under his head and closing his eyes.

  “JuJu?”

  “What Bayonna,” he answered with a slight attitude

  “Can you tell me a bed time story?”

  “Go yo ass to sleep before you get fucked up, how’s that?”

  “I love you too,” she said then tucked the pillow under her head and closed her eyes.

  Before they knew it the sun was piercing through the openings in the curtain. Bayonna opened her eyes and looked over at JuJu who as stretched out. He had her isolated to a small section of the top of the bed while he dominated the rest.

  “How this nigga gonna tell me to stay on my side when he had me sleeping on top of the head board.” She mumbled then slid out the bed and moved to the bathroom. When she returned he was on his back lightly snoring like he was at home. She tiptoed to the bed and eased into it. Once she was in the standing position she began jumping up and down snatching him from his dreams.

  “Wake up sleeping beauty,” she sang as she caused him to bounce all over the bed.

  “What the fuck?” he woke up pissed off. “Get yo ass down.”

  “Nope.”

  JuJu reached up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down by his side. Since she was in a playing mode he decided to humor her. Bayonna laughed and giggled as he began tickling her. She squirmed and kicked as he showed no mercy.

  “You gonna stop playing?”

  “Yes.” she cried out, trying to catch her breath.

  JuJu let her go and got off of the bed. But Bayonna wasn’t done. She hopped up and ran over and jumped on his back.

  Her playful spirit brought out things in JuJu that his gangsta had suppressed. They tussled around for about fifteen minutes then fell on the bed laughing and out
of breath.

  “See I told you laughter is fun.”

  “Maybe,” JuJu conceded as he sat up. “We gotta go.”

  “Okay,” she said with a little disappointment in her voice. “But you gotta promise to have more fun,” she put her pinky finger out.

  JuJu looked at her with the side eye. Bayonna raised her eyebrows and extended her arm.

  “What are we five years old?” he asked as he extended his pinky.

  Bayonna hooked his pinky with hers as she looked at the scare that was left behind from that night. A little regret settled in her chest, she brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it. “See, all better.” She gave him that irresistible smile.

  “You a'ight shorty,” JuJu said as he locked eyes with her.

  “Don’t try to butter me up, I’m still eating in your car,” she joked to break up the tension between them.

  “Let’s go li'l mama.”

  They gathered their things and hit the road. Pulling up to Bayonna’s house, they both felt a small amount of remorse not wanting to see the trip come to an end.

  Bayonna grabbed her things and jumped out the Rover and headed inside. “See you soon,” JuJu yelled out.

  “Remember our promise.” She held up her pinky.

  JuJu just smiled. When she was safely inside he dropped the smile from his face and went into street mode. The streets was waiting for that Schizophrenic and he had bricks on deck.

  Chapter 19

  Trepidation

  DeMarcus sat the phone down on the bar top in his den and let out a long frustrated sigh. The news from his runners wasn't good, trap money was coming in slower than ever and he knew exactly why. Kiam was dropping that Schizophrenic on the blocks with a potency and at a price that he couldn't compete with. Niggas on Kiam's team were eating so good several of DeMarcus' workers had defected over to his camp and that wasn't the half of it.

  To make matters worse, sales at the car dealerships were at an all-time low causing DeMarcus' money to look real funny. He glanced at himself in the mirror behind the bar and saw a face that showed a whole lot of stress on it ever since Kiam had touched down. He wished like fuck that the hit that Wolfman had put out on the nigga had been successful. No Kiam. No problems, he concluded. But he knew that getting at Kiam could be hazardous to a nigga's health.

  Wolfman was pressing him to set Kiam up but DeMarcus damn near shitted in his pants every time the subject came up. He didn't even want to think about what the consequences would be if he tried and failed. Something had to be done though, and he had multiple reasons for wanting to see Kiam lifeless.

  As he stood there trying to pump his nuts up to participate in some shit that would get him killed, DeMarcus poured himself a stiff drink. His cell phone rung with a call from Chino asking him if he was coming to the club tonight to help welcome Wolfman's girl, Xyna, home from prison.

  “Yeah, I'm getting ready to leave in a few,” said DeMarcus as he headed upstairs to check on Daphne.

  Daphne sat on the edge of the bed and battled with her demons. Her false claims had caused the death of an innocent woman and now she had some vicious females on her ass. And if Kiam ever found out her role in feeding him bogus information he would put a bullet in her without hesitation.

  As she slid into her jeans her hands began to tremble from fear and anxiety. She hadn't been out the house much lately because she could sense that death was hiding in the shadows ready to pounce on her the moment she walked out the door. She was totally against going out with DeMarcus to this party but she knew she had to leave the house sometime and if she rejected his offer he would think that it was about Xyna.

  It was that bitch too but not really.

  “Damn you ain’t dressed yet?” he remarked, walking into the room with a full glass of Jack Daniels and the phone plastered to his ear. He was dressed in crisp dark blue jeans, a dark grey button down and a pair of dark grey Gianni Monk-Strap Loafers.

  “I’ll be ready in a minute,” she replied dryly as she moved to the closet to grab her sweater.

  DeMarcus looked at her strangely so she quickly faked a smile to throw him off. “You a'ight?” he asked accusatorily.

  “Yes baby I'm fine.” Her tone was deceptively sweet. DeMarcus swallowed it like a candy morsel.

  As Daphne pulled the sweater over her head she thought about how fucked up her life was. She had never planned to end up in the bed of a punk ass underling, she had been aiming for the boss. But that’s what happens when you fail to make niggas respect you.

  In a moment of impulsiveness and seeking revenge on Wolfman for his infidelities she had fucked Xyna's brother. When it came out Wolfman discarded her like yesterday's fashion. It hadn't mattered that he had been running up in different bitches behind her back, when it came to shit like that niggas had double standards.

  Xyna had been Daphne's bestie but it turned out that she was the ho that had ran and told that. Afterwards she became the bitch in Wolfman's life that Daphne had sought to become. And now that she had done a bid for the nigga she had cemented her position.

  Daphne almost choked on the envy that rose up in her throat. She didn't know if she would be able to stomach seeing the next bitch sitting on her throne. That had been the motivation behind all of her recent treachery. To be honest she really just wanted to get enough money to carry out her revenge but instead she had dug a deeper grave for herself. Now time was on her ass and ready to be the foot that would push her into the shallow hole.

  She put on her brown Fendi riding boots and jacket to match and fluffed out her curls. She applied a little more lipstick and was ready to go. When she hopped in the car DeMarcus seemed to be on cloud nine. This was his type of shit—show up and show off.

  Daphne just shook her head.

  “Don’t kill my fucking buzz,” he said as he pulled out of the driveway.

  “Ain’t nobody trying to kill your buzz. I told you I ain’t feeling going out tonight,” she stated as she fastened her seatbelt.

  “Well cheer the fuck up. I need you to be smiling on my side tonight. Fuck Wolfman and his bitch; you ended up with the prize.”

  “I'm not thinking about them, baby,” she half lied as she cut her eyes over at him with contempt in her heart wishing she could erase his nothing ass from the pages of her life.

  **********

  Wa'leek sat comfortably in his rented black Mercedes Benz GL Class peeping all who entered the back door of club. When he saw DeMarcus pull up and walk inside with Daphne on his arm he deaded his engine and got out. He moved swiftly across the street wearing his stiff blue jeans, black V-neck t-shirt, fresh Timbs and black leather jacket. Approaching the back door he reached into his back and secured his heat.

  Knocking on the door adrenaline coursed through his body. He was on the hunt for answers and was prepared to get them any way possible.

  The door eased open and a smirk came on Chino's face. It had been a while since he'd seen Wa'leek and he couldn’t say it was a pleasure to see him now. The last time Wa'leek graced the city with his presence blood poured into the street at an alarming rate.

  “What’s up Wah?” spoke Chino, gangsta to gangsta. He extended his hand and brought Wa'leek in for a friendly embrace.

  “You know me, just trying to have a little fun while I’m in your great city,” Wa'leek stated as he pulled back giving him a stern look.

  Chino gave him a suspicious eye. “Don’t have too much fun. I know you want to make it home safely.”

  “Don’t worry about me, you better start worrying about some other muthafuckas. I’m good,” he returned, looking Chino in the eye giving him the silent warning to back the fuck up.

  Wa'leek knew all about Wolfman's new enforcer's get-down but he wasn't fazed.

  Chino threw his hands up in a slight surrender, moved back and watched as Wa'leek headed to the bar and ordered himself a drink.

  After Wa'leek had a drink in hand he made his way upstairs and stood watching the room trying to pin
point his mark. His eyes beamed in on the roped off VIP section where DeMarcus was just now joining Wolfman's party. They were over there poppin' bottles and stunting like there was peace in the streets.

  Wa'leek took a seat at a table and waited patiently for an opportunity to pounce.

  **********

  “What's up my nigga?” DeMarcus shouted over the music as he walked up to where Wolfman was sitting and extended his fist. “The king of the muthafuckin' city,” he jeffed.

  Wolfman stroked his thick beard, smiled, and touched fist with DeMarcus even though he didn't respect his punk ass. “What's good? I'm glad y'all could come out and join us.” His natural deep bass boomed. He looked from DeMarcus to Daphne and smirked, she had just sucked his dick and swallowed yesterday.

  Daphne looked down at him with a fake smile plastered on her face and fought back the impulse to claw the skin off the bitch's mug sitting next to him.

  “Welcome home Xyna. I see the time was good to you,” offered DeMarcus.

  Xyna was looking radiant, like she had just stepped out of a photo shoot instead of out of prison. She was not the typical hood rat. She was half black and half white which gave her that high yellow olive tan, and she had long brown wavy hair that she wore straight and parted down the middle. She stood at 6’1 and her rail thin frame was accented with a high booty and breasts that looked like they were hand sculpted by God on one of His most creative days. The only time she smiled was when Wolfman occasionally whispered in her ear; other than that she wore a seriousness on her face that read I wish a bitch would.

  DeMarcus tossed so many compliments her way he might as well have dropped to his knees and ran his tongue up the crack of her ass. Beside him Daphne bristled.

  Xyna felt the heat coming off of her former bestie but she was not worried about little Miss Daphne. She could wipe the floor with that trick without even spilling her drink. She looked up at DeMarcus and smiled. “Thank you, my man took good care of me while I was away.” She leaned over and slid her tongue in Wolfman's mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and tongued her down.