Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  Heads turned at the sound of the commotion. The guard rushed over and asked Lissha if she was okay. “I'm fine. I slipped out of my seat,” she said, getting to her feet. Lissha fumbled trying to pick up the sandwiches and settle back in her chair.

  The guard looked from her to Big Zo who now had his arms folded across his chest. “You heard her, she slipped. Now push the fuck on and let me enjoy my muhfuckin' visit,” he growled.

  “Ok but I'm going to be watching you Carruthers,” the guard warned then returned to his post.

  Lissha’s hands shook as she dabbed at tears with some napkins. She kept her eyes low and head down. The last thing she wanted to do was make him angrier than he already was.

  Big Zo had zero compassion as he went the fuck off in a low but harsh tone about something she had just uttered. His face contorted into a threatening scowl and the heat that came off his words were hotter than a cheap pistol. “Bitch, don't you throw no other nigga in my face talking about how loyal he is. Fuck loyalty, that nigga is a pawn I'm the muhfuckin' king and don't you ever forget that.”

  “But he cares about you Daddy, doesn't that matter?”

  “Do you care about me?”

  “Yes. You know I love you and I always will but I don't want to do him like that.”

  Hearing those words come out of Lissha's mouth infuriated Big Zo. His nose flared in and out. Kiam was his only way out of prison. They had been planning this for years and now she wanted to back out. He leaned across the table and spat dead in her face. “I don't give a fuck how you feel. I own your ass, bitch. If you cross me you'll die with that nigga.”

  Lissha jumped back and wiped the glob of spit out of her face and looked at him with a hardened stare. “It's snitching, Daddy. And don't you remember what you told me about snitches? You said death to all of them muthafuckas. Do you remember what you had me do to some of those that testified against you?” Lissha said on tight lips.

  “This isn't the same. Kiam's a pawn and pawns get sacrificed for the king.”

  “Telling is telling,” she said, refusing to give him an out.

  Big Zo laughed. “You should be the last person to condemn a muthafucka for telling,” he said. “Or have you forgotten that you're the one that told me that your mother was creeping on me with Wolfman? Remember that?”

  The recollection caused Lissha to drop her head in shame. Big Zo pounced on her while she was weak with regret. “You was just sixteen but you knew what you were doing. You knew it was wrong but you did it anyway because you wanted me for yourself even though I was your mother's man and your stepfather. Is that loyalty Lissha?”

  “I was young.”

  “But you knew the code didn't you? You knew that betraying your own mother's secrets was wrong. And after I put her ass out in the streets and cut her off you became my woman just like you planned all along.”

  Lissha sniffled as she lost the battle to hold back her tears. Big Zo could see he had successfully had the impact he needed to have on her so now it was time to lick her wounds.

  Big Zo reached over the table and took her hand in his. “I'm not judging you baby, all I ask is that you don't judge me. Fuck everybody else as long as we remain loyal to each other. If you slept with Kiam I can forgive that—I love you just that much.”

  “I didn't sleep with him,” she said.

  Big Zo heard the honesty in her voice and that soothed his anger. He leaned across the table and kissed her. “I love you baby and that's why I'm willing to do this. I want to get out of here so that we can have a life together. Do you still want that?”

  Lissha moved her head up and down.

  “Who do you love?” he asked, stroking her hand.

  “You Daddy,” she replied.

  “Well, look in my eyes and tell me what I need to hear.”

  Lissha lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I love you Daddy and I will not betray you,” she said.

  When the visit was over Big Zo hugged and kissed his baby girl goodbye. “You and me against the world,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Forever,” she vowed.

  But as Big Zo watched her turn and head towards the door he reminded himself Trust No Bitch.

  As soon as he got back to his cell Big Zo retrieved his cell phone from his hiding spot and dialed a number. As he waited for the party to answer he chastised himself for not choosing her over Lissha in the first place. The bitter truth was that he would do whatever it took to get out of prison.

  Chapter 32

  Snakes In The Game

  Lissha drove the last ten miles of her trip in utter turmoil. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened on that visit. Only one other time had Big Zo put his hands on her and his vow to never do it again had just been broken. Adding insult to injury he had spat in her face as if she was the lowest form of life. Maybe she was, she thought.

  Big Zo had given her everything she had ever wanted and all he demanded in return was loyalty. But he was asking her to do the very thing that he claimed to detest. Not only that, he wanted her to help him do it to the only nigga that had kept it one hundred with him— Kiam didn't deserve that. In a short period of time he had managed to capture her heart without even trying.

  Lissha bit down on her bottom lip and tried to contain the tears. Her heart was in direct conflict with her duty causing her to seriously consider aborting the plans that Big Zo had designed to regain his freedom. If she turned her back on him he would probably die in prison. If she helped him set up Kiam, Kiam would suffer that awful fate. She just couldn't do it.

  Lissha got off the expressway and drove straight to Kiam’s house. She sat there staring at his truck and her conscious urged her to get out and tell him everything. Her heart became heavier by the second and her mouth felt like she was chewing cotton as she tried to formulate the words that she would say to him.

  It occurred that it was too late to turn back now, the wheels had already been set in motion. If she went in there and told him the truth Kiam would consider her just as culpable as Big Zo. He would snap. He would probably blow her brains out and feed her to Treebie and Bayonna in a dish. And even if he spared her, the reality was she would never have him because he would forever hold it against her.

  Kiam was a man that stood on more than his word. He stood on the actions behind them and because of that she knew exactly what she needed to do. As she drove off she gripped the steering wheel tightly and tears rolled down her face. The only choice she had was to stick to the script. Big Zo would forgive her momentary change of heart but had she lost his trust? she worried.

  Lissha drove to her house parked and ran inside. Her first move was to call the girls and put them on point for tomorrow night. Big Zo wanted them to hit someone's spot that would assure that the death toll continued to rise.

  After discussing it with her bitches in code talk, Lissha sat on her bed and tried to conjure up the evil from within to do the dirtiest and unthinkable acts that lay ahead of her. This was the life she had chosen and the dishonor she was about to commit was definitely about to have deadly consequences.

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  Faydrah had been cooped up in the house for the last two weeks and finally Kiam gave her the okay to hit the streets. She made her way to the mall and filled the trunk with all her favorites’ shoes, pocketbooks and expensive perfumes. After driving through Legacy Village for something to eat, she headed to the nail spa around the corner from the diner.

  “Hey Ms. Faydrah,” her nail technician said with a smile.

  “Hey Tiffany,” Faydrah said, sipping her drink.

  “You look so pretty, you all glowing and shit,” Tiffany said, coming over and holding her arms open to give Faydrah a hug. A few of the regulars nodded and smiled.

  “I feel pretty Tiff, but it’s hard to believe at times,” she responded with a smile.

  “I can imagine, you use to be like I ain’t having no kids,” Tiffany turned her lips up mocking Faydrah. They both busted out lau
ghing.

  “I know right. Well Kiam changed all that,” Faydrah said giggling and rubbing her little bump.

  “Come sit down, what all you getting today,” she asked, walking to the pedicure chairs.

  “The works, girl I need it all. That man been keeping me locked up in the house.”

  “You know how they do, they can have the run of the earth but then tell us stay yo ass in the house,” Tiffany said as she ran the water for the pedicure and set the massage chair.

  Faydrah nodded her understanding, took off her coat and fur boots, and hopped up in the chair placing her feet in the hot bubbly water.

  “Go ahead and relax mommy. I’ll be right back.” Tiffany said, going back to finish a manicure.

  Faydrah threw her earphones in, turned on her Pandora, and closed her eyes.

  Tiffany allowed Faydrah time to just chill then she did her feet giving her a thorough massage and French pedicure then onto her hands.

  Faydrah collected her boots and headed to Tiffany’s table and took a seat.

  “So do you know what you’re having yet?” Tiffany asked placing Faydrah’s hands in the bowl.

  “Not yet we'll find out next month.”

  “Is Kiam excited?” Tiffany asked, lifting her eyebrows up and down.

  “He is more than excited, all he does is rub and talk to my stomach. Not to mention he gets to enjoy his favorite position,” Faydrah said then laughed.

  “Sheeiit. I know that’s right. You know they don’t play with that back action.”

  “His butt is spoiled.”

  “Well he deserves it. He is a good man and he had to do a lot of hand action over his eight year vacation so you better give him whatever he asks for,” Tiffany said then slapped fives with Faydrah.

  “Can’t you tell I’ve been giving it to him?” Faydrah said, pointing to the little bump in her stomach.

  They continued to laugh and talk as if they were the only two in the shop. Just as Tiffany was almost done she looked up and saw a woman walking into the salon with all high end labels and iced up. She walked over to the counter and requested, Cynthia, the woman with the table next to hers then strutted over and sat down with a confidence that read bitch back the fuck up.

  Faydrah noticed the sudden distraction in Tiffany and looked over to where her gaze rested. When Faydrah looked over at the woman she gave her a small smile. The woman barley returned it as she stuck her hands in the bowl with poise and arrogance.

  Tiffany twisted her lips to the side like bitch please. Then she gave Faydrah the you see this bitch look raising her eyebrows in the woman’s direction.

  Faydrah slightly shrugged her shoulders and held her hands out for Tiffany to finish. They started back into their conversation apparently not fazed by the woman’s stank attitude.

  “That rock is official,” The woman said to Faydrah.

  Faydrah turned in her direction. “Oh, thank you.” Faydrah said, sliding it back onto her finger.

  “He gave you a ring and you gave him a baby, huh?” The woman threw a smile on her face and continued to pry.

  Faydrah looked at her hand then tried to be as diplomatic as possible. “Loyalty and good pussy earns rings. Pregnancy is just a result of both,” she said, looking at the woman straight in the eyes trying to gage her angle.

  “I hear that. I need to find me a nigga that folds to good pussy. You see I like jewelry,” the woman bragged, holding her hand up.

  “Well, keep looking. I hear one is born every second,” Faydrah shot back, stood up and passed Tiffany a hundred dollars.

  The woman nodded with a sinister smile on her face. “I wish you all the best.”

  “Thank you,” Faydrah returned.

  Tiffany came from around the table and walked Faydrah to the door. They swapped a few words about the strange interaction and Faydrah was out.

  The smile dropped from the woman’s face before the door could close. Niggas swear they're a boss until they find out everything they love can be touched, she said to herself as she unconsciously rubbed the Black Mamba tat around her wrist.

  Chapter 33

  Calculated Diversion

  “Don’t fucking play with me, run that money,” the raspy voice boomed as the blood red eyes peered down at him.

  “We ain’t got shit here,” he yelled from the other end of Treebie's rubber grip fo-five.

  “Nigga do you think I'm in the habit of putting a gun in the wrong nigga's face?” she smacked him across the mouth with her heat then put it between his eyes. “Your memory feeling jogged yet muthafucka?”

  “Maybe we need to give him a reason to mourn,” Bayonna said as she knocked one in the chamber and pointed it at his woman’s head.

  “Wait,” Two Gunz yelled out from his kneeled position. He looked down at his little brother's dead body beside him; blood ran out of the hole behind his ear turning the thick white carpet red. They had killed him with no purpose other than to show their viciousness.

  On the other side of Two Gunz his baby mama was faced down with a pump shotgun to the back of her head. Two Gunz knew that neither of them would be shown any mercy so he refused to cooperate with the masked robbers' demands. “Get it how y'all live,” he said, staring death in the face and refusing to tuck his tail.

  Lissha usually stayed in the background and watched over everyone’s shoulder. Not tonight, she stepped forward and blew the front of his head to the back. When his body twisted and fell to the side Treebie looked up with disgust. They had not gotten the information they needed and they had stayed a few minutes past too damn long.

  She grabbed the girl by her ponytail and pulled her head back so that she was staring into those blood red eyes. “Bitch I don’t have a problem killing a woman,” she warned. I'm going to ask you one time where the money at and if you stutter I'ma let this trigger scream. Don't die over the next nigga’s shit.” She shoved her gun up under the terrified girl's nose. “Start bumping ya gums, bitch,” she spat.

  “It’s in the basement,” she cried as her whole body shook with fear.

  Treebie pulled her up on her feet by her hair and led her towards the basement’s stairs. Bayonna followed with her pump cocked and ready to cause more carnage.

  Lissha ran Two Gunz' pockets then put an insurance shot straight through his heart. She stepped over his body and did his little brother just as dirty as she had done him, then she proceeded down the stairs to help her girls hit the safe.

  When she got in the basement Treebie was tying ol’ girl up and Bayonna was filling the duffle bags. Lissha’s eyes widened at all the stacks they had come up on. This looked to be the biggest lick they had ever come up on. “Yeah this nigga was sitting on Fort Knox,” she mumbled to herself.

  Treebie stood over the woman as Lissha and Bayonna drug the bags to the basement door.

  “Kill that bitch and let’s go!” Lissha yelled out.

  “Nah, I think Wolfman would want us to spare the woman,” Treebie pretended to whisper.

  Behind her mask Lissha smiled, knowing that Treebie had just thrown salt in the game.

  Treebie reached down and smacked the woman across the head with the gun drawing enough blood to make her signature known. She bent over and rubbed a crisp bill in the blood then stuffed it in the woman's mouth past the gag. “Blood Money, bitch,” she boasted. “Tell a friend.”

  Chapter 34

  Fatal Deception

  Wa’leek hit the remote on the garage opener and pulled his car in next to Treebie’s. Once the gate slid down in its place he turned off the engine and sat contemplating on what move he needed to make next. He had been in the city for well over a month and was no closer to Blood Money than he was when he first stepped foot back on enemy soil. It was plaguing him that he had scratched every inch of the city and still came up dry. One thing he knew he didn’t have in his blood was defeat so he was not giving up on the hunt.

  Frustrated at his lack of progress he stepped out the vehicle and headed inside the hou
se. When he hit the lights it was apparent that Treebie was not home and from the looks of things she had been gone for some hours. There was no lingering smell of food nor the faintest hint of her perfume. No weed smoke was in the air and no scented candles burned. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it wide. The only items that stared back at him was bottled water and a muthafuckin' bagel.

  “How the fuck a nigga got a wife and ain’t got shit to eat,” he said, slamming the door and walking towards the living room.

  Wa’leek stopped a few steps away from the couch as his thoughts returned to the difficulty he was having finding out the identities of Blood Money. He had chased down a dozen or more leads only to be left holding nothing but his dick in his hand.

  He stood there reassuring himself that he had put the press down hard enough on muthafuckas. He indeed had, but obviously those Blood Money niggas moved with caution, and the fear they left behind had the streets afraid to utter their names. Shit was getting tight and if he kept asking around about them it was only a matter of time before the ones he was hunting would began to hunt him. He had to admit Treebie was right. It was time to get the fuck outta Ohio. He had his own shit pending in the Bricks and even though he had vowed to bring Riz some heads on a platter he wasn’t trying to get his knocked off in the process.

  Wa’leek took off his coat and threw it over the couch then headed to the basement. He hit the lights and walked straight to the bar. He could see a half lit blunt in the ashtray and three shot glasses on the bar. “Yo ass ain’t cook but you got time to get high and drunk. Yeah I got something for that ass,” he said aloud, shaking his head as he walked to the back of the bar to grab a bottle of Amsterdam.

  He grabbed a glass and an ashtray and headed to the couch and took a seat. He poured himself a full glass then lit the blunt and began taking a few hits.

  “Where you muthafuckas at?” he asked as he replayed the night that Blood Money almost took his life. He put the glass to his mouth and drank it half down. Taking a few more pulls of the blunt, he sat it in the ashtray and filled his glass back to the top and started thinking.