Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  Where the fuck was Treebie at? She needed to bring her ass home and do what a wife was supposed to do for her husband. Wa'leek grabbed his phone and texted her to see where she was. When she didn't respond he texted her again and waited.

  A couple of minutes passed without him receiving a reply so he called her number, ready to order her home. When he was sent straight to voice mail his mood shot from bad to worse. He threw his cell down next to him and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. When he leaned up to grab the blunt from the table something on the floor over by the lounge chair caught his eye. It was a black strap with something silver on it. Wa’leek squinted his eyes for a better look then took his feet down and went to retrieve it.

  “What the fuck?” he said as he turned the object in his hands.

  His hands became hot as he realized that the object was a voice distorter. The only other time he had seen one was the night those four Blood Money niggas ran up in the spot and robbed and murdered his homies. Why in the fuck did Treebie have a voice distorter? he asked himself.

  I wanna find them chicks and murder them myself. Spanks words came back to him in clarity. Chicks, he had slipped up and said. Wa'leek knew that the tongue sometimes betrayed a guilty mind if a nigga wasn't careful.

  “That muthafucka! He knew who they were all along!”

  Now it all added up. Four masked robbers that killed indiscriminately and without mercy. Four friends who was as thick as thieves. Treebie, that bitch Lissha, Donella and Bayonna. And Spank probably sets up the licks. Wa'leek pieced it all together.

  He balled up the voice distorter and stuck in his pocket. His eyes focused on a cabinet with a lock on it over by the bar. He looked around for something to break the lock with but couldn't find anything. “Oh, you're coming off muthafucka,” he said with determination. Then he stalked upstairs and retrieved a tire iron from inside the garage and hurried back down, chest heaving and thoughts burning.

  Wa'leek beat the lock with the tire iron until it snapped open and clanged to the floor. He opened the cabinet doors and found a small cache of guns, black hoodies and pants and cases of those blood red contacts. The blood in his veins boiled like a pressure cooker.

  The room seemed to spin as he thought about those red eyes staring at him as that bloody money was stuffed in his mouth. He recalled every detail of the robbery and murders in slow motion. Two of his homies laid face-down and executed. Others in the house tortured and killed with no regard. A hole blown through Riz's son Jamaal's hand. And the disrespect to him personally. They had stuffed a bloody bill in his mouth and taunted, “This is Blood Money muthafuacka.”

  He had always wondered why he was spared too when it was urban legend that those niggas only left one to be the mouth piece of their terror. Now he had the answer and it was an insult of the worst kind. It wasn’t dick up under that gear, it was pussy. His pussy.

  “You fuckin’ deceitful bitch,” he yelled out as he took off for the steps.

  Wa’leek grabbed his coat and moved to the garage, he would show Treebie what blood money really was when he got back. In the meantime he was going to show Spank that a country nigga could never outfox a nigga from up top. “That pussy ass muthafucka knew all along that I was sleeping with the enemy. Now he's about to find out why they call the Bricks Dirty Jersey,” he said as he backed out of the garage.

  Wa'leek parked a few houses down from Spank's. The street appeared to be quiet and still which served him perfectly. He screwed the silencer on the end of his toolie, slipped it inside his coat pocket and went to serve justice. He didn't see Spank's ride in the driveway but that didn't deter him.

  With a strong winter wind at his back and revenge in his pocket, Wa'leek walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. As he waited for someone to answer he turned sideways to watch the street and the door at the same time. If that nigga happened to pull up he was going to leave his cabbage well cooked.

  “Who is it?” Jewel called out from behind the door.

  “It's Wa'leek,” he answered, stepping in front of the peep hole so that she could see him.

  He heard her disengage the lock then she opened the door. “Hey Wah,” she said, smiling at him like she was happy to see him again.

  “How you ma?”

  “I'm just fine. Spank isn't here but you can come in and wait for him. He just called, he should be here shortly.” She stepped to the side to let him in.

  “I don't know if I wanna come in,” he said, looking down at the gun in her hand.

  “Why not? I don't bite,” she replied then her eyes followed his and she realized what he was staring at. “Oops. I don't need this for you but I gotta be careful you know how Spank is, he be doing the most.” She sat the gun on the picture stand by the door and smiled at Wa'leek.

  He stepped inside and followed her to the den. As they neared the room he could hear Wales song Ambition playing.

  They gonna love me for my ambition/ ambition . . .

  Wa’leek eased his hand in his pocket and quietly slipped his burner out. As they entered the den he raised his arm and shot Jewel in the back of the head. Pwwt! The silencer muffled the sound but did nothing to limit the damage. Jewel's pretty blond streaked tresses puffed out around her head like a halo. Blood and skull sprayed out of her forehead and she crashed to the floor on her face.

  Wa'leek pumped two more shots in her then stepped over her body, took a seat on the couch and fired up a blunt that he found on the end table. As the smoke filled his lungs he waited for Spank to come home and walk into a death trap.

  **********

  Spank came into the house with a bag full of money slung over his shoulder. He had just collected from some bricks he had fronted to somebody. He had to admit that the game was being sweet to him, he was getting paid from both sides and making off like a bandit.

  “Jewel,” he called out as he followed the sound of the music coming from the den.

  When he stepped in the room he saw her stretched out on the floor in an unnatural twist. He froze in his spot then he bent over to see if she was dead.

  “Blood Money nigga,” the distorted voice said from behind him.

  Spank turned and looked up. The last thing he saw before he got sent to his Maker were a pair of blood red eyes.

  Wa’leek stepped back examining his handiwork. The corners of his mouth formed into an evil smirk; he had two heads for Riz and three to go. He tucked his gun and eased out the house just as smoothly as he came in.

  As Wa'leek drove back home with the bag of money on the seat next to him he thought of all the ways he would torture Treebie before killing her. ‘Til death do us part, he said as he reached the house.

  Treebie's other whip wasn't in the driveway so he knew that she wasn't home yet. It didn't matter, he was going to patiently wait on that ass to return then he would show her no mercy. Deception and deceit were unpardonable.

  He hit the remote and pulled back into the garage. He waited for the garage door to come down then he grabbed the money off the seat and went inside the house. As he stepped through the door headed for the bedroom Treebie crept up behind him and put a gun to the back of his head. “You should've left well enough alone,” she muttered.

  Chapter 35

  Deadly Silence

  Kiam and Faydrah were snuggled up on the couch watching ESPN highlights before the big Sunday night football event. Trapstar was all underfoot so he took him in the den and locked him in there with some toys.

  “Babe why are you always locking my little doggie in a room?” asked Faydrah when Kiam returned.

  “Because his little butt is a hater. Next time I'ma get you a pit bull,” he said as he sat back down beside her.

  “I don't want a pit.”

  “What do you want?” he asked putting his arm around her shoulders.

  “You. Nothing but you and our baby,” she replied, cuddling in his arms.

  These were the type of days that a G could hold on to when the streets became col
d and merciless. Every time he looked into Faydrah’s beautiful face while rubbing her belly, it made him look forward to the day when he was able to retire from the game and put the heartless memories behind him.

  Kiam knew that that day was a year or two away. It wasn't just about stacking more money for them to live lavish, it was also about his word to Big Zo. There was still some things that had to be done and on his life he would see them through. Loyalty never wavers, he said to himself then he returned his focus to his beautiful queen.

  He leaned over and placed his head against her stomach. “What's up little baby,” he cooed to his seed.

  Faydrah looked down at him lovingly and stroked the back of his head. “Look at you,” she said, “Nothing has changed from when we first fell in love. All that thug stuff goes right out the window when we're alone. And I can already see that this baby is going to have you wrapped around it’s finger.”

  “You already know,” he agreed. “I'm going to spoil her just like I spoil her mother.” Kiam sat back up and gave her some tongue.

  Faydrah wrapped her arms around his neck and made the kiss last. When their mouths separated her face was flush, after all this time he still took her breath away. She reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth and Kiam stroked her wrist.

  “By the way, it's not going to be a she. I'm going to give you a little man who will be as handsome and as strong as his daddy,” she predicted.

  “I'm one of a kind,” he teased.

  Faydrah grabbed a pillow off the end of the couch and playfully hit him across the head. “You're so dang arrogant,” she said half-jokingly.

  “My baby mama love it.”

  “You got that right sir,” she laughed, thinking that sometimes he could be so silly.

  Kiam saw the love in her eyes and he couldn't help but verbalize his appreciation. ”Baby, I know I can be hard sometimes but I hope you know that my love and respect for you is forever. You are my peace in the middle of this shit storm. I thank you for always being here for me. That's real talk shorty,” he said, leaning down and kissing her lips.

  “You know I ain’t going nowhere. You stuck with me for life.” Faydrah held her hand up and shifted it from side to side.

  “Yeah you still owe me for all that ice,” Kiam said real smooth, stealing himself another kiss.

  “No, you owe me. Your son is taking over my whole body.” She giggled.

  “That’s because he’s a boss. You better recognize,” he said, rubbing her belly and smiling wide.

  “Whatever, he is going to be a good boy.” Faydrah got ready for their little “who’s in charge” battle.

  “I wanna be a good boy, Let me get some Sunday night wetness before the game,” Kiam said, moving his hand from her stomach and sliding it between her legs from the back.

  “You are so spoiled, you know that right?”

  “Get up on my lap and spoil me some more,” Kiam spoke deep.

  Faydrah wasted no time getting into place and hooking a brother up. All that hot pregnant pussy had Kiam on cloud fifty-five. He sat back and let her do her thing; being the king had more benefits than money and power combined. In her he had a passionate and loyal queen. All of the money in the world couldn't replace that.

  Kiam and Faydrah took a quick shower then prepared for the game. She popped a few bags of popcorn and poured them into a bowl with Cool Ranch Dorito’s while Kiam let Trapstar out in the backyard to run around in the snow.

  Kiam locked the back door and came back in the living room, sat in his recliner and pushed it back. “Come on ma,” he yelled out.

  “Don’t be rushing me, while you all propped up,” Faydrah sat the bowl in front of him then went back for his soda.

  “Thank you baby.” Kiam hit her butt as she turned to sit down.

  “Go ahead and get me hot and you’re gonna miss your little game.” She warned as she sat on the couch and kicked her feet up.

  Kiam didn’t even respond he wasn’t trying to miss the Browns. Faydrah had that type of heat between her thighs that would make a man miss his mother’s funeral if he got started.

  He flipped back and forth between ESPN and Fox waiting for the kick-off. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and began putting a serious hurting on it. Just as the teams took to the field Kiam heard his emergency phone ringing from the other room. He sat up in the chair and moved swiftly to his den.

  “Hello.”

  “What’s good?” Big Zo asked.

  “Ain’t nothin' Pops, just chillin’ about to watch the game with my girl. Everything a'ight?” Big Zo sounded stressed.

  “You heard from Lissha?”

  “Nah, not today. Why? You need something?”

  “I been calling her all day and no answer. I also hit Treebie and Bayonna and the same thing. All three of their phones are going to voice mail.”

  “A'ight, I’m on it.”

  “I'm worried, hit me as soon as you hear something.”

  “I will.”

  As soon as Kiam disconnected the call Big Zo's worry came over him. In all the years of him knowing Big Zo he had never heard him sound so concerned. With all of the beef with Wolfman going on he could not discount anything.

  Kiam hit Lissha’s number back to back and each time he was sent straight to voice mail. When he tried to reach Treebie her phone sent him to voice mail too. “What the fuck is going on?” he wondered out loud.

  “Is everything okay baby?” Faydrah called from the other room.

  “Yeah,” he called back to her but he wasn't so sure. He tried to reach Bayonna but she didn't answer either. Now he was really concerned.

  Kiam immediately hit JuJu and after four rings he finally got an answer. “What’s up boss?” JuJu slurred.

  “Where you at?”

  “At the crib. What's banging, you straight?” JuJu came to attention hearing the urgency in Kiam’s voice.

  “Is your woman with you?”

  “Yeah she lying next to me. Why? What’s up?” JuJu got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Bayonna sat up, got out of the bed and walked close to the bathroom door to try and catch what was going on.

  “You seen or heard from Lissha?” Kiam asked as he moved up the stairs and into his closet to get dressed.

  “Not since yesterday afternoon. Why? What’s up?”

  “I don’t know yet but get dressed and be on standby. Put the twins on point we might have to go and turn the city blood red.”

  “Done.” JuJu hung up and called the twins. When Isaac answered he relayed Kiam's message. “Get on point. I’ll be over there in a minute.”

  Bayonna heard the door knob turn and ran back and hopped on the bed. JuJu didn’t even look in her direction as he moved to the dresser and began throwing on his jeans and a shirt.

  “Babe, what’s the matter?” she asked, looking worried.

  “Nothin’,” JuJu said then moved to the closet grabbing his vest, gun, hoodie and boots.

  “JuJu don’t lie to me. I know the code. What happened?” Nervous energy filled her whole body.

  “I need you to stay in the house. I got something to take care of. Don’t open the door for nobody not even me.” He looked at her with a firm eye.

  “JuJu what the fuck is going on? If there's a problem you don't have to leave me at home I'ma ride or die,” she reminded him.

  “Just chill, ain’t shit yet. But we at war. Just be on the alert and stop asking me the same question, when I don’t answer it’s for a reason.” He strapped up then reached under the bed and detached his baby snug from the bed frame.

  JuJu leaned in and kissed her lips and was out.

  Bayonna grabbed her cell phone and called Lissha and Treebie and got no answer then she called Kiam and was sent to voice mail. “What the fuck is going on?” she said aloud then hopped up and threw on her clothes.

  Just as she was stepping into her boots her phone rang beside her.

  **********

  Ki
am moved around his room getting dressed and strapped and hitting Lissha’s phone every few minutes. His mind began producing flashes of all the torture he had been putting on the streets and then the promise he made Pops to protect his daughter took over all those thoughts and for the first time regret crept into his veins.

  Kiam rushed down the stairs taking two at a time. “I’ll be right back,” he looked Faydrah in the eyes.

  “Where you going? I just ordered your pizza and wings,” she said, walking towards him.

  Faydrah was no fool. She could see the seriousness in Kiam’s demeanor and a sinking feeling moved in her chest. “Babe, you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. Just chill until I get back. I just have to check on something.”

  Faydrah looked in his eyes and she felt tears forming in hers but she dared not let them fall. “You promise?”

  “Yeah, ma. I promise.” He reached out and took her in his arms. “Don’t eat all of my food,” he joked.

  “Shut up. You better hurry back.” She squeezed him tightly.

  When Kiam heard a small whimper and felt her hand settle on his lower back, a lump formed in his throat. He hated that his lifestyle left her filled with worry every time he walked out the door but that was part of loving a man like him. He tried to reassure her that her nigga was built for whatever and that she didn't have to worry about him.

  “You good ma, just let me handle this. I’ll be right back.” He squeezed a little harder and then let her go. “You know where the heat is at right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Bring it downstairs and don't hesitate to use it,” he said, locking eyes with hers.

  Faydrah pulled back and held in all of her emotions, she knew the last thing he needed was for her to break. She understood that he needed a clear mind while he went to handle whatever it was that was so urgent or he might not make it back.