Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  As Wa'leek walked over to where she lay he used only his eyes to communicate that tonight the only business he was trying to handle was “putting that ass to sleep” business. He accepted her offer and climbed between her legs with force and purpose. Within seconds he was totally out of his clothes and he had her totally out of hers. The living room was filled with his deep grunts and her sexy moans. Wa'leek was turnt all the way up. Treebie had the type of pussy that made a nigga fuck hard and long.

  Treebie held him tight with every hunch of his back and when he began to whisper how good she felt in her ear she knew that the only thing he was planning to kill was between two slippery wet lips. She relaxed and allowed him to have her any way he wanted her. Time seemed to stand still when Wa'leek put in that work. It was the only time that things between them were in perfect rhythm. She needed to let him feel as powerful as possible so she could get him to move how she needed him to.

  “Shit,” Wa'leek said as he released deep inside her womb. “You be making a nigga bring that shit from his toes,” he hissed as he pulled out.

  Treebie looked back at him from over her shoulder and smiled. “This your pussy Daddy. I make it do whatever you need it to do,” she purred as she felt his seed running down her inner thigh.

  “I didn’t really hear you.” He smacked her on the ass. “Come speak into the mic.” He said, standing behind her stroking himself back to life.

  Treebie got into position and took him into her mouth and made his eyes roll into the back of his head. She sucked him so good she rearranged all his thoughts. When he released to the back of her throat he fell back onto the couch with his eyes low and breath heavy. “Damn, ma,” he panted.

  Treebie rose to her feet and straddled his lap. “You can’t do nothin' wit’ ya girl?” she teased, biting and sucking that sweet spot under his chin.

  “Sheeeit. You know I can hang. But when you do that tongue trick,” he shook his head side to side, “you have a nigga ready to turn his mother in for snitch money.”

  Treebie giggled. “You so stupid.”

  “You already know.” Wa'leek closed his eyes and enjoyed her soft body against his.

  Treebie knew that this was her small window of opportunity so she seized it. “Baby I’m ready to go home.”

  “We are home.” Wa'leek slurred.

  “No baby, I mean I want to go back to Jersey,” she said and kissed his lips.

  Wa'leek’s eyes came open and locked with hers. “What brought this on?”

  “I just think it is time. Ain’t shit here for me. And I need to let my man lead as I fall back,” she said in a low tone.

  Wa'leek could hear her words but he was trying to find the honesty in them. He had been trying to get her home for months and all of the sudden she submits? “Nah we good for a little while longer. You got shit to do and so do I. Let's handle our business then we can leave this muthafucka and not look back.”

  “Baby, I understand all of that but I don’t want to have to lose you to the pen or the grave. I see that shit is getting crazy. Kiam is going ham on niggas and after we lost Donella things just ain’t the same.” She lowered her eyes and voice.

  Wa'leek pulled her head to his chest. “Don’t worry. I just need a few more days and I’ma kill everything that threatens our peace and anyone who stands in my way will regret it. Just ride with me for a few more days.”

  “I will always ride with you,” she confessed as she stared at the wall across from them. If he knew anything he was doing a damn good job at hiding it and if he didn’t, she needed to do whatever it took to keep him from finding out. She listened to the sound of Wa'leek’s heart and wondered just how long it would remain beating.

  Chapter 29

  Real Nigga's Shit

  Kiam tightened the fur hood of his thick butter soft leather jacket around his face and stepped out of the truck into the blistering cold. Winter had come in with a bang depositing six inches of snow on the ground and the temperature had dropped to a freezing 2° below zero. His hands were shoved deep down in the pockets of his jeans, wrapped around the butt of that thang that could melt the grease in a nigga's hair.

  Lissha slid out of the passenger seat rocking a 3/4 length mink coat, six inch stiletto boots, and a mink hat that she wore cocked stylishly on her head. The Gucci bag that was slung over her shoulder packed enough heat to change the weather forecast from frigid to extremely hot.

  Beside them the twins exited Isaac's brand new Escalade with their burners on their waists and their heads on a swivel. The first nigga that walked by or rode up looking suspect was getting left in a bed of snow. Shit had gotten real serious. Last week Dontae had hit one of their spots and killed two of their workers. They had struck back with swift retaliation, bodying five of his boys.

  In the middle of the back and forth bloodshed Dontae had reached out to Kiam for a meeting. What the fuck he wanted to discuss Kiam didn't know but he surely didn't trust that nigga.

  Everyone's eyes were alert as they made their way across the street to the restaurant where the meeting was taking place. JuJu and Bayonna was waiting for them just inside the door. Treebie was chilling at a table with Dontae and his main man Two Gunz, making sure that the only thing in those nigga's hands was a fork.

  The owner of the small family diner had closed the establishment for the evening to accommodate this meeting between the two bosses. He rushed up to Kiam and shook his hand then ducked back off in the kitchen to mind his business because theirs was a deadly one.

  “Everything is cool, boss. We checked the whole place,” whispered JuJu, taking Kiam's coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

  Lissha and Bayonna briefly touched cheeks before Bayonna took Lissha's mink and hung it next to Kiam's coat. Lissha clutched her bag and glanced down to make sure that it was unzipped for easy access. The twins moved around them and posted up on both sides of the room.

  Kiam stood in place for a minute as he looked across the small dining area to where Dontae was seated. He had a mind to pull out and go ham up in that bitch but he fought back the urge to do so. At the very least he had to respect Dontae's gangsta, it took a lot of heart to murk a nigga's people then arrange a sit-down with him before the bodies were even cold.

  If the shit had been a movie Kiam might've liked Dontae's character but in real life he was out to smash that nigga. He had already decided that if Dontae didn't make him an offer he couldn't refuse he was gonna leave him and his goon's faces in their plates before he walked up out of there. Fuckin' with me!

  Kiam quickly stemmed his anger and prepared himself to hear Dontae out. When he stepped, it was with a stride of confidence and his team moved behind him like a small platoon. Dontae and Two Gunz saw him approaching and respectfully stood up to greet him. There was head nods and grunts but no handshakes. No one was under the illusion that they were in the company of friends.

  “I see you showed up in full force,” said Dontae, acknowledging Kiam's numbers but not in fear of them.

  “That's how we rock,” Kiam let it be known.

  “I see.” He looked Kiam in the eye like a man does. Two Gunz was beside him willing to die for his dawg.

  Treebie was watching them both, ready to make Two Gunz' death wish a reality if either one of them reached for anything besides a napkin.

  They all took seats around two tables that had been pushed together. A bottle of champagne sat chillin’ in a bucket of ice in the center of the table. Kiam thought that was strange because this was not a celebratory meeting.

  The owner came out from the kitchen again and asked if anyone wanted to order dinner. “No, we're good,” Kiam answered for his squad.

  “We're good too,” said Dontae, speaking for Two Gunz and himself.

  After the owner excused himself the room grew quiet. The air between the two men that had ordered the deaths of each other's souljahs was heavy with distrust. Kiam sat quietly waiting for Dontae to reveal his hand.

  “Where do I begin?” the
young boss paused and rubbed his chin as he gathered his thoughts. When he had them clearly in his mind he continued. “Up until a few months ago I hadn't ever heard of you— ”

  “What about now? Do you know who the fuck I am?” Kiam interrupted him.

  Dontae held his poise and chuckled. “Yeah Bleed, I know who you are now,” he acknowledged. “And you should know who the fuck I am,” he added with a smirk on his face.

  “Like Biggie said—you’re nobody ‘til somebody kills you,” Kiam one-upped him.

  Beside him Lissha's pussy jumped, that was the type of boss shit that had her stuck on that nigga. Treebie's strap was already halfway out of her purse and JuJu couldn't wait to spill blood on the table cloth. He knew that if Dontae bit the bait Kiam was going to act the fuck up.

  Two Gunz felt the vibe going in the wrong direction, he flexed his fingers and got ready to reach for his heat but Dontae remained cooler than a summer’s breeze. Turning towards Kiam he asked, “We gonna talk or you wanna pull our dicks out and see whose is the biggest?”

  “Big dicks don’t pull triggers. Balls do. And since we both on that gorilla nut shit I’ll be coming to see you real soon.” Kiam began to rise from his seat.

  Dontae thought about the losses they had already sustained. “Hold up,” he put his hand up. “Before you bounce I want you to hear my offer.”

  Kiam wrinkled his brow giving Dontae the look of death; he was ready to say fuck it and see that nigga in the street but then a cooler head said hear this nigga out, he may give you the knife you need to cut his throat. Reluctantly he sat back down. “My time is important and very limited so I don't waste it. You sent word that you wanted to talk, so get to the point. I'm listening.”

  Dontae nodded respectfully, he had loss the pissing contest but he still had his dick and balls and in a minute he was gonna whip those muthafuckas out and show off his size.

  Two Gunz relaxed his fingers and Kiam's people removed their hands off of their whistles. Looking Kiam squarely in the eye Dontae said, “We've both lost some men in this war but I'm willing to overlook my losses to bring peace between us. I don't fear you but I respect your ambition and the way you move.”

  Kiam accepted the props with a slight nod of his head and Dontae went on. “I know you're after The Boss of Bosses’ status and I won't oppose you. Just don't fuck with what's mine. I don't give a damn about Wolfman and them because those muthafuckas ain't got no loyalty or principles. As soon as you started knocking nigga's head off they started forming fake ass alliances. When you turnt all the way up they started scrambling and turning against each other. Ain't no way I can ride with fake niggas against a real one.”

  Kiam ingested Dontae's claim as real spit. It didn't come out like dick riding, Dontae was just respecting how he rocked. “So what are you saying?” he asked him to clarify.

  “I'm saying do what you do, playboy and I won't get in your way. If you wanna rule the world I salute you and I'll never come after you in anyway. Just leave what's mine alone. I won't help you get at Wolfman because he was the one that gave me my first pack. But as a show of good faith I'll deliver that weak ass nigga Money Bags Carter to you on a platter.”

  That was the type of offer Kiam couldn't refuse. “That's a bet. Bring me Money Bags Carter and I'll never move against you again,” he agreed.

  Dontae smiled, then nodded to his lieutenant. Two Guns reached inside his coat and pulled out a small cigar box and handed it to Dontae. Dontae placed the box on the table and slid it to Kiam. “Let there be peace between us,” he announced.

  Kiam didn't smoke but he decided to follow through with the ritual. He would pass the cigars around to his people and take one for himself, he just wasn't going to light up. He opened the box and stared at the contents inside then looked up at Dontae curiously.

  Lissha, Treebie and JuJu strained to see what the box contained. Kiam picked it up and turned it upside down. A human ear, a tongue, and what looked to be a pair of eyeballs fell out on the table. Everyone looked at Dontae. Kiam looked back down at the small diamond money bag earring attached to the ear and knew exactly what had transpired.

  JuJu tensed up and shot his eyes over at the twins signaling them to stay on alert. He didn’t give a fuck if Dontae poured Money Bags Carter and his whole fuckin’ crew on the table he didn’t trust this nigga.

  Dontae stood up and coolly announced, “Those belonged to Money Bags Carter. Like the Italians say, he sleeps with the fish now. From this day forward I won't allow anyone to see, hear or speak any evil against you.” He leaned over and grabbed the champagne out of the bucket, popped the top and filled Kiam and his glasses. “To real niggas,” he toasted.

  Kiam looked in his eyes to judge his allegiance. Dontae held a firm unwavering eye which to Kiam was the sign of an official nigga. He took the glass by the stem and tipped it towards Dontae. “And to a pact that I will not be the first to break,” he vowed as they brought their glasses together.

  Dontae nodded as he took the first sip. Kiam followed suit but kept a page marker in his mind. If Dontae even flinched towards betrayal he would make his mother regret taking a nut instead of swallowing it.

  Chapter 30

  Surprise

  Faydrah swallowed a sip of water then sat the bottle down on her desk and twirled around in a circle in her swivel chair, stomping her feet excitedly. She was tickled pink as she looked at the ultra sound picture she had just gotten from her doctor. A routine check-up revealed that all her stress over not being able to fit her clothes was due to her being three months pregnant. With everything going on in her and Kiam’s life she had totally ignored all the other signs.

  She rubbed her hand across her belly and smiled even bigger as she thought about the fact of them being engaged, living together and now she was about to give Kiam his first child. “You got a good daddy,” she said aloud continuing to rub her stomach with both hands.

  Needing to hear his sexy voice, Faydrah reached over and grabbed the receiver and dialed Kiam’s number. Just when she thought she was about to be sent to voicemail he answered. “Hey you.”

  “Hey baby, where are you?” she asked in her pouty voice.

  “I’m at JuJu’s. Where are you?” he replied as he placed several bricks of that Schizophrenic on the table still in their caskets.

  “I’m at work. Are you coming home tonight? I need to talk to you.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there when you get off. I realize I need to spend some time catering to my woman,” he said, getting up from the couch and moving to the kitchen.

  “I need you to handle your business real good. You been slipping, playa,” Faydrah giggled as she twirled in her seat playing with the phone cord.

  “Damn, a nigga been slippin’? Don’t worry I got something for that ass tonight.”

  “Good ‘cause I got something for you too.”

  “What you got for Daddy?” His deep voice began to turn her on and a slight bit of disappointment surfaced as she realized she still had several hours before she could see him.

  “I’ll tell you when I see you. Let me finish up my work so I can get to my baby.”

  “A’ight, travel safe. Love you,” he said.

  “Love you more.” Faydrah blew a kiss into the phone and hung up eager to finish her day and be out.

  Kiam walked back into the living room and stood over JuJu and the twins as they divided the product and got it ready for delivery. In the last couple of weeks he had set the tone in the city, niggas was getting the fuck out of the way and the ones who refused were forced to surrender. Product was still jumping and keeping the cash flowing.

  One thing Kiam learned when he was just a runner was as long as you keep them feinds clucking, your workers satisfied, and the competition on lock your pockets will stack while the next nigga starve. He knew for sure he was not going to be the hungry nigga.

  “Y’all finish up and make the runs. I’ll be off the radar tonight. I gotta take care of home. If something com
es up that you can’t handle hit my emergency line, other than that don’t make me have to justify why I pay you so much,” Kiam said, leaning over grabbing his gun and tucking it in his waist.

  “You know we got this shit,” JuJu said, standing up to give him some dap.

  Isaac and Isaiah followed suit, they had mad love for Kiam. In a short period of time he had managed to change their whole lifestyle taking them from old school Chevy's with rims to Escalades and 600 Series Benz's with the top missing. They had moved out of their old apartment, turned it into a trap house and now they lamped in a condo out in the burbs. “Be careful boss,” both of their voices rang at the same time.

  Kiam chuckled, that twin shit always cracked him up. “A’ight y’all do the same.” He walked to the door with the twins right on his heels making sure he got to his car safely.

  “We gonna have to stop Kiam from traveling alone,” Isaac said as he went to the window to make sure everything outside the door was still peaceful.

  “You know how he do,” JuJu responded.

  “I don’t give a fuck how he do. We ain’t playing chase in the fucking school yard. We got niggas shook and you know how a scared, broke muthafucka can get,” Isaiah pointed out.

  JuJu nodded in agreement. “You right. Next meeting we need to set up some niggas to travel at least a few feet behind him and make sure he gets from point A to point B safely.”

  “That’s all I’m requesting,” Isaiah said, taking a seat and placing bricks in small duffle bags. His brother sat beside him doing the same.

  “We all need to move differently,” Isaiah said, looking back and forth between JuJu and Isaac. “We on a different level now, this is the stage where niggas try to dethrone the kings.”