Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  She opened her eyes and looked around JuJu's bedroom and instantly saw the evidence of the young boy's gangsta. Choppas and all different types of artillery was scattered about. It looked like he was preparing to go fight a war in Iraq or some got damn where.

  Bayonna smiled, nothing turned her on more than a nigga who didn't hesitate to crush everybody in his way. She preferred her men older and much more seasoned but in JuJu she sensed a young boss in the making. Whatever he lacked would come with the passing of time. At the very least it would benefit her to keep him close because he was tight with Kiam. He would be her ears without even realizing it.

  **********

  While Bayonna was at his condo feeling satiated and assessing the benefits of hooking up with him, JuJu was riding shotgun with his mentor listening attentively as Kiam gave him the game plan.

  “We're hitting Money Bags Carter's spot over in Garden Valley. I got somebody on the inside setting it up. This time we're killing in a way that will make the whole city tremble. We're letting muthafuckas know that opposing us will get them murdered in the most gruesome fashion,” said Kiam, delivering the directive that him and Big Zo had agreed on during one of their late night strategy sessions when they were cell mates.

  “Impose fear in the opposition and you'll force them into making many mistakes,” Kiam passed on to his understudy.

  When they pulled up to a hardware store JuJu was literally rubbing his hands together and bouncing around in his seat like a kid about to be turned loose in Toys R Us. Kiam backed into a vacant parking space and they got out and went shopping for all the things that were needed to make their enemies shimmy and shake at the mention of their names.

  An hour later they came out of the store with what they had gone in after. They put the objects in Kiam's backseat and headed back to JuJu's house.

  Kiam's cell phone rung with a call from Faydrah. “What's up baby?” Kiam answered.

  “Missing you.”

  “I miss you too, but I promise we'll spend some time together real soon a'ight?”

  “Okay. I guess you have to go now. I can hear the dismissal in your tone.”

  Kiam chuckled. Faydrah didn't miss anything. “Yeah ma, I'm in the middle of something. Let me hit you back in a few,” he said.

  “That's what I need you to do, hit me. Your garden needs to be watered,” she cooed.

  “I got you,” he promised.

  “Okay baby. Be safe.”

  “I will. Bye.”

  Kiam ended the call and without missing a beat went right back to plotting murder. He stopped at a traffic light and looked over in the passenger seat at JuJu. “Tomorrow night we're gonna change the way street wars are fought.”

  JuJu peeped the instant switch. In the streets it's beast season 24/7, 365. Then when you get home you make your pussy remember why it missed you.

  He nodded his respect and Kiam went on. “Ain't no mercy and ain't rules to this shit besides loyalty to one another. You feel me souljah?”

  “You already know how I do, Bleed. Loyalty or death fuck the other side. Straight like dat!” JuJu vehemently exclaimed.

  “That's the only way niggas like us can survive in this dirty game. Without loyalty there's nothin'. When a nigga falls it's usually a muthafucka in his own crew that brings him down.”

  “Never dat!” JuJu vowed. He would rather be beheaded than go out like a bitch.

  “Nah youngin’, I'm not questioning your officialness. I'm speaking on this li'l nigga, Kato, who's down with Money Bags and 'em. I flipped his bitch ass for fiddy stacks.” Kiam let the window down and spat on the ground. Kato's name tasted like shit in his mouth.

  He rolled the window back up and continued to school JuJu. “Complacency breeds betrayal. That's why it's better to be feared than respected; fear never sleeps. You're my street general, it's imperative that you inflict fear in all those under your command so that they'll never entertain the thought of betraying you,” Kiam went on.

  JuJu clearly understood what he was saying. It meant that tomorrow's show would be a warning to their own crew as well as to the enemy.

  When they arrived back at JuJu's condo Kiam helped him unload their purchases and carry them to the door. He saw that Bayonna's whip was still parked out front. He sat the items at the door and held his fist out to his protégé. “Tomorrow night,” he reminded him. “Now go in there and engrave your name in that pussy.”

  “I'm all over it fam.”

  They touched fists and JuJu went inside to tat his name on Bayonna's ass.

  **********

  Once JuJu carried everything inside and put it away in the hallway closet, he went into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of Bayonna’s sexy body positioned in the middle of his bed. She stared at him seductively and gestured with a finger for him to come join her.

  “Let me take a shower right quick,” he said.

  Bayonna had showered while he was gone but she followed him into the bathroom and joined him under the water. This time JuJu didn't hesitate to get that pussy. He pinned her against the wall and took what he wanted.

  “Go deep,” Bayonna urged as her arms went around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. “I've been playing in this pussy waiting for you to come back and fuck the shit out of me again. Do you feel how wet it is?”

  “He'll yeah,” he growled, pushing balls-deep inside those tight wet walls.

  “Oh, my god!” moaned Bayonna, opening completely to him and moving her hips in perfect rhythm with his. “Hit that shit nigga. Make it talk to you.” She breathed heavily in his ear.

  JuJu was brick hard and turnt all the way up. She was making mad fuck noises in his ear and throwing that pussy back at him like she was the one doing the fucking. That wasn't how it was going down though, she needed to understand that he was in control. He pressed her securely against the wall and brought her legs up around his neck. “Baby don't drop me,” she whined.

  “I got you shorty. Now shut up and take this dick like a grown ass woman.”

  “Oh yes, I'ma take it,” she cried out in pleasure as she felt him hit her bottom.

  The water cascaded over them intensifying their pleasure and making their sex slippery and wet. JuJu's powerful strokes had Bayonna coming so fast and hard she thought it might blow the top of her head off. And when he shot his cum up inside of her a second after her juices poured down, it came out like a jet spray.

  “Boy you're a beast,” she praised him as he lowered her back down to her feet. He had to hold her up because Bayonna's legs were weak and her breath was short.

  JuJu smiled. He had put his stamp on that ass for real. He lifted her chin up so that their eyes were locked into each other's. “You see this right here?” He pounded his chest with his fist. “This that grown man shit.”

  Bayonna couldn't even refute it, he had that ass wobbling.

  Later that afternoon they hit Maggianos in Beachwood Mall and ate a late lunch then he dropped her off to go holla at the Twins. Kiam’s words played in his mind, he needed to have a strong beautiful woman by his side but he needed to keep his feelings in check so his mission would always be in focus.

  “Bye babe,” Bayonna said as she leaned over and kissed his lips.

  “Can I come play house with you later?” JuJu joked as he pulled back looking in her eyes.

  “Sure can,” she responded, giving him her innocent school girl eyes.

  “I’ll hit you when I’m on my way.”

  “Okay. I was supposed to meet up with the girls but you wore my ass out. I’ma take a hot bath and jump in bed,” she confessed, grabbing her purse. “I need my car too,” she reminded him.

  “A’ight, tomorrow. I want that ass in the house for a couple days,” he said, cracking a semi smile.

  “Oh, so you Daddy now?” She sat to the side with her lips twisted.

  “I guess so you said that shit about twenty-five times this morning,”

  “Shut up,” she giggled and hit his arm. �
��See you later. Be careful babe.”

  “Always,” he responded as he watched her get out and head inside. When he thought she was safe he pulled off and hit that switch that turned him into a stone cold killah.

  Bayonna stripped out of her clothes as she moved to her laundry room. She quickly threw in a load then headed to the bathroom to run herself a nice hot tub of bubbly water. She threw her iPhone on the docking station and hit the R. Kelly channel and reminisced about the many hot moments that her and JuJu had just shared. A feeling of peace and teenage crush rushed through her veins as she replayed the way he touched her, the slight sparkle in his eye when he looked into hers and the slick shit that came out his mouth when he stroked deep.

  “Damn, boy you tried to fuck me to death,” she said aloud, shaking her head as she felt a slight soreness between her legs with every step.

  She had to admit they had crossed the line but she had no regrets. The only thing that tugged at her heart was not having Donella to share it with. Normally she would run straight in the house grab her phone and give Donella every detail then listen to her many opinions as they laughed and swapped their experiences. She could hear her girl's voice loud and clear.

  “I hear you Bay, give that young nigga all the pussy he wants, but every time his dick swells your pockets better inflate.”

  Bayonna chuckled at the thought but then a lump formed in her throat and she fought back the tears. She moved to the linen closet grabbed a fresh towel and washcloth then headed to the bathroom. As she slipped into the hot bubble bath, she tried to relax her mind and fill it with happy thoughts because the reality of the situation was getting real. She was not any closer to answers and time was ticking by without justice or revenge for Donella’s death.

  Bayonna put the cloth down in the water then placed it over her face. She slid down until the water was up to her neck and allowed her head to fall back against the headrest. She didn't know how things we're going to play out but she knew that when it was all said and done a bitch was going to be laying at her feet, blood leaking on the ground. She just hoped she wouldn't have to lay JuJu next to them.

  Chapter 24

  Demented

  Kiam felt the warmth of Faydrah's body pressed against his; she had an arm and a leg draped across him and her head rested on his chest. He looked down and saw that she was asleep with a smile on her face and he hadn't even sexed her down. They had watched television and cuddled then they had gone to bed. Faydrah had practically moved in and that was all good with him because he liked knowing that his woman would be at home waiting for him when he came out of the streets at night. What he didn't like was having her worry about him when he had to get out of bed in the middle of the night to handle his business. But that's exactly what he had to do.

  Tonight was the night. In a few hours the niggas whose heads he was going after would realize that he was something out of their worst nightmares. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was just a little before midnight. Time to get up and go strike terror in the whole dope game, he thought wickedly as he eased out from under Faydrah’s leg and tried to slide out of bed without awakening her.

  Faydrah stirred and reached for him, letting out a small whine when she felt the absence of his body. “Bae, come back to bed,” she mumbled with her eyes still closed.

  “Go back to sleep ma. I gotta leave for a minute,” said Kiam, moving to the closet and pulling out his gear.

  Faydrah grabbed at the comforter pulled it to her neck and snuggled with his pillow. “Be careful baby,” she whispered and began to drift off.

  Kiam stepped into a pair of black jeans and pulled on a black t-shirt, he strapped on a bullet proof vest and covered it with a hoodie. Grabbing his black Timbs from the back of the closet, he turned around and walked over to a chair across the room. Kiam sat down and pulled on a pair of wool socks then put on his boots and laced them real tight before grabbing his fo-fo and his Nine off the nightstand.

  He looked up and saw Faydrah sitting up in bed staring at him. Her eyes held the familiarity of having seen him strap up many times before and knew what it meant. But that had been a long time ago.

  She saw the serious set of his jaw, the darkened hue in his eyes, the quiet purposefulness in the way he moved, and she could easily discern that he was going out to kill someone tonight.

  Now came the test of her mettle.

  She had promised to play her position and to let him do what he had to do without complaint. But it was very hard to love a man and just sit quietly by while he strapped up to go out on a mission from which he wasn't promised to return. Faydrah's worst fears were that the next time she saw Kiam he might be on a coroner's table or behind bars. Either reality would crush her to the core.

  “What's wrong?” he asked, picking up on the expression on her face.

  “Nothing.” She tried to keep her fears from resonating in her tone but she lost that battle.

  Kiam walked over and sat down beside her. He gently took her in his arms and kissed her softly. Pulling back to look into her eyes he said, “Baby you don't have to worry I'll be back. That's my word to you.”

  Faydrah blinked back tears and her voice cracked. “You promise?”

  “Yeah ma, I promise. I'll be back,” he repeated.

  “I pray that you will,” she said, dropping her head under the weight of her worries.

  Kiam used a finger to raise her chin. Looking into her eyes he replied, “It's not me who's gonna need a prayer.” He planted a quick kiss on her cheek and tasted a tear that had escaped from her eyes. “Try to go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when I get in.” He stood up to leave.

  Faydrah stood up with him and followed him to the door. “I'm gonna wait up for you. Please be safe,” she pleaded as he left out.

  Kiam turned and winked at her then he hit that switch that was imbedded in his heart and turned into a beast.

  When Kiam pulled up in front of the twin’s new townhouse JuJu, Isaiah and Isaac was already out front loading the last of the special items they would need tonight in the back of a Durango. The large truck had been purchased for this one mission and would be torched afterwards.

  The night chill of approaching winter was accompanied by a strong wind that whistled around him as he met his men at the rear of the truck where JuJu was just closing the back door. They locked fists and bumped chest. “You ready?” Kiam asked his most trusted.

  JuJu smirked. “It's just another day in the hood fam.”

  Kiam turned and dapped Isaac and Isaiah, studying their expressions to see if they were in that killah zone too. What he saw in their eyes confirmed what he needed to see. “Let's roll out,” he said, leading the way.

  They climbed inside the truck without anyone saying a word. JuJu got behind the wheel and blasted the heater. Isaac and Isaiah were in the backseat pulling on leather driving gloves. In the passenger seat Kiam went over the last details of the mission.

  “Did you make sure y'all have everything?” Kiam asked his right-hand.

  “Yeah fam, everything is in the back,” JuJu vouched.

  “Let's go and handle this then,” said Kiam.

  There were very few words spoken as they drove down to Garden Valley. When they got close Kiam directed JuJu to turn into a small shopping plaza that sat on their right. A dark colored truck was parked there as expected. “Let me get the money,” said Kiam, slipping on a pair of gloves.

  “Here you go boss.” Isaiah passed a shoe bag to him from the backseat.

  “I'll be right back.” Kiam opened the door and slid out. The twins click-clacked their bangers and climbed out too. Kiam put a hand up. “Wait here,” he said then walked over to where Kato was parked.

  The front driver's window slid down and Kato smiled showing gold teeth. “Sup Bleed, you got that?”

  Kiam answered by tossing the bag of money in his lap. The boy opened the shoe bag and gawked at the sight of the fifty bands. It was the easiest money he had ever m
ade and the most costly.

  He looked up at Kiam. “Them niggas in there chillin', smoking weed and drinking. Just knock on the door and say It's time to eat, that's the code we're using today. They'll ask who sent you, just say the devil.”

  Kiam chuckled. The irony was not lost on him. That's the only real shit that ever came out of your bitch ass mouth. “Anything else?” he asked.

  “Nah, they'll let you right in. There's six people inside the house, all of them are strapped but the one you gotta take out first is Ty. He's a little stocky nigga with dreads and he's ‘bout it. He's not gonna give up shit, and if you slip on him he's gonna put you on your back.”

  Kiam nodded and tried to keep the revulsion that he felt towards Kato from showing on his face. But a man knows when his actions are foul without having to be told. The guilt of his betrayal forced a half-assed explanation off Kato's tongue. “Fuck those niggas I don't owe them no loyalty. You feel me?” he blurted

  Kiam couldn't feel that sucka shit even if he had ten pairs of hands! His arm came up and he aimed his fo-fo at Kato's head and shot him straight through his gold grill. Kato's head snapped back then bounced forward. Boom! Boom! Two more shots sent his whole head splattering all over the dashboard.

  Kiam snatched the door open and reached in and grabbed the money, being careful not to get that bitch ass nigga's blood nowhere on him. With the shoe bag securely in hand he raised up and pumped another shot in Kato. “That's the price of disloyalty,” he gritted then calmly walked back to the Durango.

  The stash house looked like any other one on the street. Only two cars were parked in the driveway and no one had come or gone in the twenty minutes they sat watching it. Kiam checked his bangers. “It's that time,” he announced.