Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  “Because I told you to do it,” he said ready to get in that ass. He hopped out of the truck leaving the passenger door open indicating that the subject wasn't up for debate.

  Treebie rolled up her window, deaded the engine, grabbed her piece and got out. As they passed she shot him some heat. Kiam didn’t respond to her slight attitude. He pushed on and walked up on the steps and rang the bell.

  “Don’t be driving like Miss Daisy, let’s go,” Treebie turned her smart remarks to JuJu as she closed the truck door, but the young boy's wit was as quick as his trigger finger.

  “A'ight, fuck around and you’ll be jogging next to this muthafucka,” he warned. “Sit back and tuck that smart shit.”

  Treebie waved her hand and put the seat back.

  “Who is it?” Lissha called out when she approached the door.

  “You know who it is,” Kiam said with extra bass in his voice.

  Lissha took a deep breath and opened the door. She held it open for a minute and looked Kiam up and down. Even in sweats and a hoodie the nigga was still sexy.

  He raised one brow at her. “You letting me in?” He quickly eyed her body in her short sleeveless body dress that clung to her curvy figure and pronounced her nipples.

  Lissha twisted her lips and moved to the side. When Kiam passed his cologne slid up her nose causing her heart to flutter. Lord help me. She closed the door and followed him into the living room.

  Kiam took a seat on the couch with his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. Lissha sat across from him and pulled her legs up in the chair. The silence was thick with uncertainty. Lissha was waiting for him to tear in to her but he kept quiet and just stared at her making her fidget in her seat.

  When she couldn’t take it any longer she spoke first. “Look, I know I was wrong. Being who I am I should show more restraint and being who you are to Daddy I should show more respect.” Each uttered word hurt worse than a toothache. She wasn't used to apologizing and on the low she was slick jealous of Faydrah.

  Kiam looked at the bruise below her eye and a part of him felt bad for her. He could see that her pride was injured but he would injure her ass if she went after Faydrah. “Lissha,” he said, looking at her with lowered eyes, “I accept your apology but I can see that you're still angry and I know how you get down.”

  “What is that supposed to mean Kiam?” she rested her elbow on her thigh and propped her chin on her fist.

  “C'mon shorty, I know how you're built but you need to check that shit. Eyez is my girl. If you touch her, you touch me. And if you touch me, I touch back. You need to stay the fuck out of my personal business and focus on the mission at hand. This little catty shit you got going with Eyez is over immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Did you give that bitch the same sermon?” asked Lissha, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger and looking at him defiantly.

  Kiam chuckled, he could see straight through her smart mouth remarks. “Shorty, keep it one hunnid. What's this really about?” he asked.

  Lissha let her hands fall in her lap lifelessly and she stared at him deeply as if what she had been holding in for months threatened to shoot out of her mouth like flames. She unfolded her legs from under her and sat up on the edge of the chair with her palms on her knees.

  “Spit it out,” he urged.

  “Oh, believe me it's not what you wanna hear.”

  “Try me baby girl.”

  That was all the encouragement Lissha needed. “A'ight baby boy, you want me to give it to your ass raw?” She sat straight up with her head slightly tilted to the side.

  Kiam didn't have the opportunity to answer before she let it spew.

  “You real loyal to a bitch that left you hanging for eight years. Where was she when Daddy had me sending you money and keeping your books straight?” She lightly tapped her fist in her palm. “Where was she when you needed shit behind the wall and I was out here busting my ass to send it to Daddy so he could make sure you were straight? And with a straight face you come to me and threaten to kill me if I put her in her place.” She threw her hands out to the side and her lips trembled with fury.

  Kiam just listened and let her go in ranting.

  “You got this shit twisted. I was the one looking out for you and Daddy. That bitch ain’t send you a postage stamp and yet you put her on a pedestal like she don't bleed once a month like the next bitch. That trick was sitting in a hair salon while my ass was out here taking penitentiary chances so that you and Daddy could live like kings behind those walls.” She folded her arms across her chest as her body began to flood with jaded emotion.

  Kiam was shocked by the intensity of her anger and the sight of tears pouring down her face. “Come here shorty,” He lowered his voice.

  Lissha caught the next tear that tried to roll down her face and toyed with his invitation. After a few more seconds of staring intensely in his eyes she rose to her feet and took a seat next to him on the couch.

  Kiam put a consoling hand on her arm and asked. “What do you want? What’s repayment for all that you've done?”

  “I want you to give me the same respect that you give Eyez.” She elongated Faydrah's pet name derisively but Kiam let it ride.

  He sat up further on the couch and took her hands in his. It touched him to see her show her vulnerable side. “Lissha, never think that I don't respect you because I do to the utmost. But I gotta be hard on you because you'll try a nigga, and with everything we got going on in the streets the last thing I need is an unstable team.”

  “You don't respect me and you don't care nothing about me. It's all about the money and the power, that's how y'all are.” She slid her hands away from his and held his gaze. With so many emotions coursing through her body she did not trust her hands being that close to him.

  Kiam was taken aback by her statement. He looked into her eyes and shook his head. “Nah, you're wrong. I'm not that nigga and I do care about you. I love Big Zo and by extension I love you too. I don't just do what I do for the cheddar, I do it for the love. For the loyalty that I have for Pops. If you want out just say the word and I'll make it happen. I'll take care of you like you took care of me when I was bidding. Just tell me what you want.”

  Lissha lowered her eyes and mumbled a response that Kiam didn't quite hear. “Play that back,” he said.

  “I said I want you.” Her eyes met back with his but this time it was her that was sending an invitation and Kiam heard it loud and clear.

  A silence came over the room as Kiam processed her response. Lissha tried to blink back the tears but lost the battle as they fell slowly down her face. Catching them at the bottom of her chin she continued. “I want you baby. I've wanted to be you from the moment I first saw you in person. I love you Kiam and I'm tired of fighting this shit.”

  Kiam took in a deep breath then released it slowly. Her confession was a weight on his shoulders heavier than the sins of men. He gently guided her closer and held her in his arms, placing soft kisses on her forehead. “Shorty, if things were different I would love to make you mine. But my heart belongs to someone and I can't do her like that. And even if Eyez wasn't in my life I could never be with you without your father's blessing.”

  “He would never give it,” she sobbed.

  “It's okay, Li. I can love you like a brother.”

  Lissha pulled back and twisted her face up at him. “I don't want you to love me like no damn brother,” she frowned and they both laughed at the thought of that.

  “Can you just make love to me one time? Please, I promise not to ever ask for anything else.” She put her hands together like a little girl begging to watch one more show before bedtime.

  Kiam chuckled but didn't waver. “Nah shorty, if I was to do that I wouldn't be the man I claim to be,” he stood firm.

  Lissha smiled at him through her tears. “I respect that, but I still love your scary ass,” she joked.

  “I love you too shawdy but let's keep it between us.” He h
eld his fist out and she touched it with hers.

  “Loyalty is all or nothing.”

  “All or nothing,” she echoed then hugged Kiam tightly around his neck. He allowed her that to keep her pride intact. They exchanged a few more friendly words then Kiam was ready to bounce.

  As he stood up to leave Lissha looked at him and realized that she had more respect for him than she had for anybody in the world.

  Including Daddy.

  Chapter 28

  A Critical Slip of Tongue

  Wa'leek was running out of time and patience; DeMarcus had seemingly disappeared since Daphne’s murder, he had not been to his car dealerships in weeks and he wasn't answering his cell phone. Wa'leek didn't know if the scary nigga was somewhere hiding up under a bed or floating at the bottom of Lake Erie with a slab of concrete strapped on his back. With the bloody drug war that Kiam was waging in the streets the latter was definitely a possibility. That nigga was smashing fools and taking names.

  Wa'leek planned to handle his business and get the fuck out of Cleveland before the Feds came swarming down on everybody and he got caught up in some shit that didn't involve him. And this time when he left Treebie was bringing her ass back to the Brick with him even if he had to tie her up and put her in the trunk like drug money.

  Fuck! He had been in Cleveland too long and his hands were itching to deliver death notices to the doors of his enemies and be out. He had run into a brick wall and his last resort was to pull some help from an old friend. He wasn't in the habit of involving people in his murderous plots but he wasn't going back home until he beheaded every member of Blood Money. The only hope he had left of finding them was the one he hadn't wanted to explore because the nigga he would have to holla at was the type of cruddy muthafucka that would sell his own mama out for a grip.

  Wa'leek shook his head and resigned himself to doing what he had to do as he made a right on 131st and Harvard headed to Garfield Heights where Spank lived.

  He pulled up in front of Spank's crib and took a second to assess what he was about to do one last time before getting out of the car. There was no way of telling what Spank might be involved in. He was the type dude that dipped in and dipped out of the game and it was also suspected that he set up jack moves. Thus he had enemies like a dog has fleas.

  Wa'leek checked his heat then slid out of his whip and went to pay Spank a visit. He reminded himself to be in and out, he didn't want a muthafucka to blow Spank's house up with him up in that piece.

  “Hi Wa'leek?” Spank's girl, Jewel, said as she opened the door.

  “Hey little mama.” Wa'leek opened his arms and gave her a half hug.

  “Your boy is down stairs, please make yourself at home. Can I take your coat and offer you anything yo?” she asked as she closed the door.

  “No, thank you,” Wa'leek said as he headed towards the basement.

  By the time he got to the door, Spank was standing there with no shirt on and a .9mm in his hand. “What’s up my nigga?” he said, putting his free hand out towards Wa'leek.

  “Damn nigga that’s a hell of a hello you got in your hand.”

  “You can never be too careful. I got my girl up in here.” He gave a half smile.

  “Baby, you gonna be long? I need you for something,” Jewel said softly as she headed upstairs.

  “Nah, I’ll be up in a minute. Make sure your tiny security team is on knock out mode,” he joked.

  Jewel threw him a sexy smile and was out.

  Wa'leek observed their interaction, it still amazed him that Jewel was still with Spank after five years. The dude that she was with before Spank had spent a few seasons in the NBA playing with the Cleveland Cavaliers. That had to be a long fall for a broad like herself. Jewel was beyond thirsty, she was dehydrated.

  “Come on nigga,” Spank said, heading down the basement’s stairs. “Catching a nigga in a romantic moment.”

  “Sheeeit. At least your wife is home giving you a romantic moment. Mine run the streets harder than me.”

  “Damn,” Spank forced a laugh. Knowing what he knew, he did not want to discuss Treebie at all. It was too close for comfort. He took a seat in his oversized red suede recliner and pushed it back. Reaching over in the ashtray he lit up a blunt.

  Wa'leek took a seat in the other recliner and organized his thoughts. He needed Spank to come up off some information but he damn sure was not going to reveal his whole hand.

  Spank took several deep pulls then offered it to Wa'leek. “Nah, I’m good. I can’t chill when I’m in another man’s city. I gotta keep my eyes wide open.”

  “You sure? This that strong.”

  “I'm good,” Wa'leek declined once again.

  “I hear you. More for me,” Spank said, pulling it back to his mouth. “So what's up, Bleed? I know you're not here just to chop it up, that's not your M.O. What can I do for you?”

  Wa'leek heard a trace of nervousness in Spank's voice but couldn't figure out what was up with that. Spank was grimy but he wasn't bitch-made. “I'm not here to do you dirty yo. You know me, if I was on that type of time I wouldn't have knocked.”

  The statement seemed to put Spank at ease, he closed his eyes and inhaled the smoke. He knew Wa'leek was a real nigga. When he was in Ohio years ago he had gave refuge to one of Spank's lieutenants when the city was in a full war. He sat his banger on the small round table on his left, “Anything for you Wah. Just tell me what you need.”

  “Your city has been plagued with a cancer. And that cancer has spread all the way to my house.” He looked over at Spank to gauge his reaction.

  “What does that have to do with me?”

  “Not sure yet but I know you stay on point with what's going on. I traced them here and I need to have their heads before I leave.”

  “Who you looking for?”

  “Some stick up niggas that call themselves Blood Money. I'm sure you heard of them, every hustla from here to New York has.” Wa'leek watched for any change in Spank's demeanor.

  Spank picked up his drink from beside the ashtray and took a swig to relax his lying tongue. “Yeah, I heard of those boys. They jacked a li'l spot of mine over there off Quincy Road. Left everybody dead but one. I wanna find those chics and murder them myself,” he said. “I ain’t got shit right now but when I know you’ll know,” he responded, taking the last of his drink to the head and sitting the glass down light.

  Wa'leek stood up to leave. Since Spank had no information about Blood Money that concluded their business. “A'ight son, keep your ears pressed to the streets and as soon as you hear anything hit me up.”

  “Bet dat,” replied Spank as he walked him to the door and let him out.

  Once Wa'leek was inside his car he replayed everything in his head. His well-honed street instincts told him that Spank had been deceptive. But why? he asked himself. What would make that money hungry ass nigga deny knowing Blood Money if it wasn't true? And why had he called them chics?

  Wa'leek tossed the idea of that around in his head for a minute then concluded that it had to have been a slip of the tongue. There was no way Blood Money were females, their reps was just too vicious for that to be true. He dismissed the thought, started his car, and continued his search for their true identities.

  Spank stepped away from the window and closed the blinds as soon as Wa'leek pulled off. He hurried down in the basement, picked up his phone and called Treebie.

  “What's up?” she answered, sounding happy to hear from him. His voice always sounded like a money machine. “You got another lick set up for us?”

  “No. I would have called Lissha if it was that.”

  “Then why you on my phone?”

  “Because I had an unexpected visitor a minute ago.”

  “Damn, nigga who was it? Spit it out. Was it po po?”

  “Nah, a whole lot worse. It was your husband.” Spank picked up his glass and sat it in the sink.

  “Wa'leek?” she asked in disbelief.

  “Yeah. And he's
asking questions about Blood Money.”

  “Oh shit,” Treebie gasped, sitting straight up in her bed.

  “Yeah, you better tighten up. If shit gets too close I promise you I won’t get caught with my dick out.” Spank disconnected the call, hit the lights and headed upstairs.

  Treebie put her phone down next to her on the bed as her mind ran a 5k trying to figure out what all Spank could have let fall out of his mouth. One thing she knew for sure he didn’t reveal his true role or she would have gotten a call about him and not from him. But had he gave any of them up to save his own ass?

  The more she thought the more she realized she needed to get Wa'leek’s ass back to Jersey as soon as possible. She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed his number to see where he was at. Treebie’s fears were confirmed, he was on his way and closer than she expected. She jumped out of bed hit the shower and threw on something that would make Wa'leek spit from more places than his mouth.

  By the time Treebie had dimmed the lights and put on something to set the mood, Wa'leek was walking through the door.

  “Hey babe,” Treebie said from her seated position on the couch.

  Wa'leek’s eyes traveled up her smooth legs and rested on that fat print that sat plump and juicy between her thighs. “Yo ass ain’t slick,” Wa'leek said placing his keys on the table then removing his gun from his waist.

  Treebie’s heart dropped to her feet when she heard those four words slip from his lips. She swallowed her spit and took in a little air. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked as she uncrossed her legs thinking of how fast she could get up off the couch and into the kitchen to retrieve her gun from the kitchen drawer.

  “You know yo ass been depriving a nigga so you all up in your fuck me panties trying to act like you miss me,” he said real smooth still with his gun firm in hand.

  “I do miss you baby,” she cooed and opened her legs wide. “Come here and let me show you how much.” She motioned with her finger.

  Wa'leek sat his gun down, took off his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. Treebie’s eyes rested on his tool as she wondered if he was friend or enemy. Had Spank sent her man home with death in his eyes or was the intensity she was picking up coming from that heat that hung damn near to his knee?