Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  Faydrah had been fumbling around in the closet for the last half hour trying to see what she was going to put on. It seemed like nothing she picked out fit right. She pulled on several pairs of jeans and shirts and tossed them to the side one by one. It was Friday night and they were going out to dinner.

  For some inexplicable reason Kiam had invited JuJu and Bayonna out with them. Faydrah was totally against the idea and it was eating her up not to let it be known. She tried to swallow her displeasure as she prepared to get dressed.

  “Babe, I can’t find nothing to wear,” she shouted from the walk-in as she fingered the clothes in their closet.

  “Baby, please come on. We gotta pick up JuJu and Bay in like twenty minutes,” Kiam hurried her.

  Faydrah couldn't contain her feelings any longer. “To be honest I don’t like that little girl. JuJu is cool but you could miss me with this double date situation,” she yelled back in his direction.

  Kiam walked out of the bathroom and into the closet where she was standing in her bra and panties with her hands on her hips. “Why you trippin’?” he asked as he looked her up and down.

  “I’m not trippin’ I just don’t like to be in those bitches face. You know I don’t do phony well, I will fuck around and say something.”

  “Do it for me. And stop cursing,” he ordered.

  Faydrah sucked her teeth then turned back to the clothes and grabbed a pair of leggings and a long shirt. She walked past Kiam and threw them on the bed with attitude.

  Kiam had to smile. He could see she was trying to pick a fight so he would let her have her way. “So now you mad?” he asked, coming up behind her.

  “Does it matter?” She turned around and looked up in his eyes.

  “No.” He looked down at her and her pouty lips was telling him she needed something only he could give her.

  Kiam reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell and hit JuJu real quick. “Y’all can relax, I’ma be a little late,” he said then disconnected the call.

  He grabbed Faydrah around the waist, walked her to the dresser, and placed her on top with purposefulness then stepped between her legs. “You talking shit cause you need some act right.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out that steel.

  “Kiam wait.” Faydrah held his shoulders and looked up in his eyes as he pulled her panties to the side.

  Taking his dick in his hand he stroked it just right until he had it at shut the fuck up and do what I tell you mode. As he forced himself inside of her and stroked deep, he told her exactly what he needed her to do.

  “This what you needed. You wanted daddy to touch these walls,” he grunted as her wetness covered his length.

  “Yes. Right there,” she moaned as he found her spot.

  “I need to you act right tonight.”

  “I’ma be good baby.”

  “You better.” He picked up a little speed as he felt her muscles tighten.

  “Baby, baby, baby,” she mumbled as she felt her orgasm coming on strong.

  “Get that shit ma,” he moaned, gipping her ass tight he brought her to the edge of the dresser and drilled her spot.

  As soon as she released he felt himself weakening and within seconds he was coming too. “Got damn. Shit. This pussy been crippling a nigga lately,” he confessed as he rested his body against hers.

  “Maybe you needed the act right,” she teased as she tried to catch her breath.

  “If it’s going to be like this, I’ma fuck up on purpose.” He slid out and pulled her to her feet.

  They hit the bathroom cleaned up and got dressed. When they hopped in the car they both had silly grins on their faces like they had just stole something precious. “I love you baby.”

  “I love you too,” he said as they pulled off.

  Once they picked up JuJu and Bayonna they headed straight to the sports bar. Everything was jumping. Football was on all the big screens and the music was loud and on point. They took a seat at the bar until their table was ready.

  “Who's your team Kiam?” Bayonna leaned over JuJu and asked.

  “I’m bout those Browns you already know. Dog Pound for life.”

  “You about losing then,” she shot back.

  “Oh shit,” JuJu said, moving out the way.

  “Who you fucking wit’?” Kiam asked ready to talk shit.

  “Sheeeiit. It’s all about them birds.”

  “The Falcons?”

  “Yep.”

  “Man fuck them dirty birds.” Kiam stood up getting all excited.

  “You wanna put some money on it?” Bayonna did a little dance in her seat.

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Man both y’all gonna be broke when them Cowboys take the field,” JuJu started up.

  “Shut yo ass up nigga. Y’all gonna be home again just like last year.” Kiam spat back pulling money from his pocket.

  “Oh boy here we go,” Faydrah said, shaking her head.

  “Baby, you supposed to have my back,” he said then leaned in and kissed her lips.

  “I got you baby,” she said affectionately then turned to JuJu and Bayonna. “Man sit y’all asses down. Both of y’all teams are booty. Get ready to pay my man. Make them run they pockets baby,” she said, grabbing Kiam around his waist.

  Kiam began counting off those green laces in JuJu’s face. Not to be outdone JuJu pulled out his knot and started counting back.

  “You ain’t said shit.” Bayonna went in her bra and pulled out a few hundred.

  When they saw her go back in the other side everybody busted out laughing.

  “JuJu damn y’all can’t afford a safe? You got shorty walking around with the bank roll in her push up bra.” Kiam joked.

  “Don’t be hatin’,” Bayonna said and they fell out laughing again.

  “Combs table of four,” they heard come over the PA system. They moved to the hostess and was seated.

  Over the next two hours they laughed and joked and ate several trays of wings and fries and tossed back a few drinks. Faydrah had to admit she was having a good time. Bayonna was actually cool. Nevertheless, Faydrah kept a certain amount of caution up just in case she had to step to that ass.

  Kiam was leaned back in the booth with Faydrah in his arms whispering some later action in her ear when he looked up and saw Lissha and Treebie coming their way. He immediately tensed up.

  Faydrah picked up on it and looked up to see what had changed the atmosphere. When she saw Lissha she sat straight up. Recalling their confrontation at the hospital, Kiam pulled her back close to him knowing Faydrah would be quick to tap that ass. And with Lissha’s propensity to start shit he knew one wrong word could fuck the night up.

  “What’s good Chief?” Lissha said, standing dangerously close to Faydrah.

  “Ain’t shit just enjoying some down time,” replied Kiam.

  “I hear you,” she said to him but kept her eyes on Faydrah. She turned slowly in Bayonna’s direction and started her shit. “Hey Miss Bay, I see you out playing house with your young boy.”

  “Bitch don’t start,” Bayonna warned.

  “You need to find somebody to play house with. These seats are taken” JuJu said.

  “Oh shit, I done rolled up on honey moon lane, everybody all edgy and shit. My bad,” Lissha lipped, throwing her hands up in surrender.

  “Why you always starting shit?” Treebie asked. “Let’s go get a drink and let the boss enjoy his night out.” She pulled at Lissha’s arm. “That bitch ain’t even on our level,” Treebie mumbled.

  “Yeah you right, this the sensitive section. Let me move before I come on my period up in this muthafucka.” Lissha agreed.

  “You’s a messy bitch,” Faydrah hurled.

  “Eyez!” Kiam said sternly.

  “Excuse me?” Lissha said, turning back around.

  “You heard me.” Faydrah pulled away from Kiam and was up in her face.

  “Eyez!” he repeated forcefully.

  “You hear your daddy calling you. You b
etter listen before you get fucked up,” Lissha clowned her.

  Kiam looked at Lissha then looked at Faydrah. Fuck it, shorty can handle herself. He sat back and let happen what needed to happen. Otherwise Lissha would continue to take his woman for a joke.

  “You just mad cause every nigga you fuck with make you suck dick and get on,” Faydrah smirked.

  “What’s your prediction for when I finish sucking your man’s dick?” Lissha spat, feeling full of herself.

  Treebie grabbed her drink and sat down on a bar stool. Bayonna’s mouth dropped to the floor and JuJu was over there silently praying that Faydrah let loose on that ass.

  Lissha continued to mouth off but Faydrah was done talking. She turned and looked at Kiam and when he nodded his consent she balled up her fist and knocked the shit outta Lissha. Before Lissha could respond she was all over her like a size 6 on a plus size woman, allowing her no room to wriggle or run. She did a little Floyd Mayweather like bounce and said, “Yeah bitch I've been waiting on this day!” She hit Lissha with a combination that snapped her head back.

  Lissha rocked back on her heels then quickly regained her balance. “That's all you got? You hit like a bougie ass white girl,” she taunted.

  “Oh yeah?” This time Faydrah caught her in the eye.

  Lissha wobbled but she didn't go down. She shook the cobwebs out of her head and got her Laila Ali on. “Bitch you're too pretty to fight,” she spat, charging at Faydrah with both fists flailing. She landed a few punches high on Faydrah's forehead then it was on and cracking.

  Faydrah backed up and rushed Lissha picking her up and slamming her to the floor. Faydrah was connecting from the top and Lissha was throwing hammers from the bottom. Wasn't no hair pulling or scratching going on with these two hell cats. Faydrah was from the hood and Lissha was from a place called all over a bitch's ass. “Fuck up off of me,” she gritted as she connected with Faydrah's jaw.

  A bitch couldn't fight if she couldn't take a punch. Faydrah wasn't that bitch, she shook of Lissha's blows and slammed her fist in Lissha's mouth. They rolled around on the floor giving it as good as they took it. When Faydrah ended up back on top she hammered Lissha’s head into the floor with blow after powerful ass blow.

  Kiam jumped up and JuJu was right behind him. Treebie and Bayonna began helping them pull the two apart but every time they got them semi-separated they found their way right back to locking blows.

  “That’s enough ma,” Kiam said, picking Faydrah up in the air and moving her to the other side of the bar. Treebie and Bayonna grabbed Lissha and JuJu stood in the middle. Glasses and trays were all over the floor. Both of their shirts were wrinkled and torn.

  “Fuck you bitch,” Lissha shouted as she tried to break away from her girls.

  “Try sucking his dick through that bloody ass mouth. Trifling ass,” Faydrah shouted back, tossing a bottle from the bar in her direction.

  “Eyez calm down,” Kiam yelled at her. “Go get the car yo,” he ordered JuJu and tossed him the keys. JuJu was out the door and to the car in seconds.

  “Please, we need your party to leave. I don’t want to have to call the cops,” a bald white man said behind Kiam.

  When Kiam turned to see his beet red face he quickly tried to calm the situation. “That won’t be necessary.” Kiam calmly stated then went into his pocket and pulled out a band of money and handed it to the man. “No harm intended. This should take care of the meal and the damage. And give everybody a round on me. Keep the change.” He took Faydrah by the arm, ready to drag her out to the car.

  “Yeah you better get her up out of here,” shouted Lissha.

  Kiam whipped his head around and stared at her with steam rising out of his collar. “We need to meet tomorrow. Twelve o’clock and don’t be late. I'll deal with you then!”

  Lissha didn’t even respond. She stood there breathing heavily and looking at Faydrah through beady blood shot eyes. “I’ma see you again.”

  “You can see me again right now,” Faydrah reached around Kiam and punched Lissha dead in her face.

  Lissha charged at her but Kiam blocked her path. “Get the fuck outta my way tryna protect that bitch,” Lissha huffed.

  “Let them fight Kiam,” intoned Treebie. She didn't want Faydrah to have the last lick on her girl.

  Kiam continued to keep them separated but he saw Treebie balling up her fist like she was about to get froggish and leap. “Do it and I’ll break your fucking neck,” he warned.

  Treebie started to test his G but this wasn't all that serious so she fell back. Kiam turned back to Lissha. “Twelve o’clock,” he ordered. The vein in his temple was pulsating. “Make sure she's on time,” he said to Treebie.

  “Uh huh,” she mumbled half-heartedly.

  “Think it's a game,” Kiam warned them both.

  They both stood there shooting missiles at Faydrah.

  Kiam took Faydrah by the arm. “Let’s go shorty,” he said. “Bay you coming or what?” he asked Bayonna.

  “Yep,” she said feeling trapped in the middle. She hurriedly kissed her bitches on their cheeks and followed Kiam out to the car.

  Driving home everyone was quiet as they tried to gauge Kiam's mood. He hadn't said a word to any of them since they left the restaurant. He had to admit to himself that it was about time Lissha got that ass checked. It was crazy seeing Faydrah throw them thangs like she used to back when they were hugging the block and she used to knock bitches out on command, but he knew that Lissha wasn't just a shit starter she was a killah. What he could not have was her gunning for Faydrah. He would rather put two in her head and fall out with Big Zo than risk her getting at his woman. Tomorrow, when he meet with her, he was going to put all that shit in check.

  **********

  The morning after...

  Lissha stood at the makeup counter in the mall trying on a pair of Tom Ford shades. She turned her head from side to side to see if they could hide the evidence of a rough night.

  “I see somebody finally tapped that ass.” The familiar blood curdling voice came from her left.

  Lissha turned her head in the direction of the words and got an instant headache as her brow creased tightly in the middle of her forehead.

  “Bitch, if you don’t get away from me I’ma make some furniture move up in this muthafucka,” she hurled back at the woman who was feeling the same disdain.

  With a chuckle the woman continued. “Bitch, please. You may run your mouth but you damn sure don’t run me,” she hurled back.

  “Why don’t you go back to the hole you crawled out of? With your broke ass I’m surprised they let you through the door.” Lissha balled her fist up tightly as she tried to stay calm.

  “You ain’t the only one that has pussy with value. Or is Daddy still controlling what you do with yours?” the woman responded with an evil grin on her face.

  “Didn’t I whip your ass good enough at the gas station to keep you away from me or do you need a reminder?”

  “I don’t need shit from you. I hope your black ass die.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “No fuck you, bitch,” the woman spat then began moving away from the counter stopping to give a few final words. “Remember one thing: your loyalty to him is going to be the death of you and I’ll be saving some spit to toss on your grave,” she warned then walked away as fast as her legs could carry her.

  Lissha was seeing a dozen shades of red. If looks could burn she would have brought the whole building down.

  “Lissha, you good?” Treebie asked, placing her hand on her shoulder.

  “Yeah I’m straight,” she responded.

  “Who the fuck was that?” Treebie asked as she could see her girl was on fire although she had only caught the woman’s last words.

  “Nobody,” Lissha said then grabbed her keys from the counter and headed to the register to pay for the shades.

  Treebie stood there trying to process everything she had witnessed. Whoever the woman was she had made Lissha ver
y uncomfortable and Treebie wondered why. She knew that she would find out the answer if she followed the trail of shit that Lissha kept leaving behind.

  Chapter 27

  Deadly Loyalty

  Treebie pulled up in front of Lissha’s house five minutes before twelve. During the whole ride she had not spoken a word. She looked over at Lissha who appeared to be defeated; the crease in her forehead gave away the fret that she felt inside. Lissha knew Kiam was going to get all in that ass and she was not looking forward to it.

  “A’ight, get yo scary ass in the house.” Treebie teased.

  Lissha looked over at her with heat coming up off her brow. “Tree don’t do that.”

  “This shit is your fault. You could have just kept it moving but you had to mess with Miss Corporate America,” Treebie joked.

  “Don’t say shit else to me,” Lissha grabbed the door handle and jumped out of the car.

  Treebie rolled down the window and gave her some more of her own medicine. “You should have ran away from ol’ girl like that and you wouldn’t be in trouble.” She continued. “And have yo ass ready for tonight we getting fucked up,” she chuckled as Lissha walked in the house and slammed the door.

  Treebie hit the satellite radio and prepared her some traveling music. Just as she was about to drive off JuJu’s Rover pulled up next to her. The window came down and Kiam was in the passenger seat with a half scowl on his face. “What’s good?” he asked from his reclined position.

  “Nothing much about to go handle some business. You need something?” Treebie asked.

  “You good on last night?”

  “Yeah, my girl held her own. Don't worry we're not plotting on your boo.”

  “Don't, because that would be real hazardous to your health.” He gave her a hard stare to emphasize his seriousness.

  “I told you I'm good,” she replied, not even sweating his tone because if she wanted to slump his chic it would take much more than a fierce look to quiet her gun.

  “A'ight, park your car. I want you to ride with JuJu to make the rounds,” said Kiam.

  “Why you ain’t ask Bay to do it?” she asked.