Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (12 page)

He click-clacked his whistle, pumped three shots in her chest then pulled out his dick and pissed all over her.
“When you reach hell don't forget to wash ya ass,” he spat.

Out of habit Lissha pulled some money out of her pocket and took a step toward the body before she caught herself and let her hand fall to her side.

Kiam walked back over to the other side of the room and looked down at the bitch whose future was shorter than a mosquito's dick. He contemplated delaying the kill in hopes that he could barter her life for Isaac's but he knew the answer to that. Chino was a killah just like them; Isaac was probably dead already. And the bitch that set him up had already lived too gotdamn long.

“Y'all cut this bitch up in little bitty pieces and deliver them to the muthafuckaz that bought her soul,” he directed as he turned and headed for the door with Lissha in tow.

Chapter 15

Weary

B
ayonna stood beside the bed staring down at JuJu with worry in her heart. He had been running with Kiam nonstop for the last month and the strain of the streets had caught up with him. Along with the search for Faydrah’s killah he also carried the burden of Isaac’s disappearance. Weeks had passed and everyone knew he was dead but not finding his body to give them all closure was killing JuJu. He had brought him back in and the reality of being responsible for him was tearing JuJu up inside. Bayonna’s heart was aching with every passing day watching the blame weigh heavily on his soul.

JuJu was laid out and exhausted from throwing up all night. Bayonna had been up with him every hour trying to help him back and forth to the bathroom. His head had finally been on the pillow for a couple of hours and she was more than relieved.

Bayonna moved to the bathroom and cleaned it from top to bottom, hopped in the shower and changed clothes then went to prepare him some homemade chicken noodle soup. When she came back in the room he was laying on his back with his eyes open staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, baby. You feeling better?” she asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“I feel a little better. I need you to help me get ready.” He tried to sit up but got dizzy and laid back down. “Fuck,” he yelled out.

“Baby, you gotta rest. You can’t go out like this.”

“I got shit to take care of, ma. I gotta get up and handle my business.”

“Look I understand all of that but you gonna be laid out next to the nigga if you are not right when you step out of the door. Kiam will understand,” she tried her hand at reason.

JuJu tried to accept her words of wisdom but her logic was conflicting with the beast in him and his will to not let Kiam down.

Bayonna could see in JuJu’s weary eyes that he was not going to accept failure on any level.

“Baby, I’ma help you into the tub and get you straight and then we can see how you feel after that.” She rubbed her hand up and down his back then left the room and ran him a hot bath. While the tub water cooled she got him a small bowl of soup.

JuJu sat up in the bed while Bayonna fed him small spoons of broth and hot tea. He had to admire how she stood strong by his side. Unlike most females he had dealt with in the past who mostly were trying to come up on a young nigga’s trap. Bayonna was very different, indeed. She had her own shit; she understood the streets and being able to support him without all that extra complaining about the game taking up all of his time made her the whole package.

JuJu forced a little smile as she took him by the hand and pulled him up to his feet. “You know I love you, right?” he reconfirmed.

“Yes baby and I love you back. But don’t talk because that breath is kicking like old Timbs.” She joked.

JuJu chuckled. “My bad,” he covered his mouth.

“It’s all good but I need my hair line so be easy until we bust this toothpaste open.”

“Oh, shit,” he burst out laughing and grabbed his side because he was sore from all the vomiting.

Bayonna helped him down into the warm water then ran a little more hot water and began rubbing the soapy cloth over his body. JuJu put his head back and enjoyed her gentle touch. She allowed him to soak while she put fresh sheets on the bed, vacuumed the carpet, and laid out his clean clothes. When she was done, she helped JuJu out of the tub and carefully dried him off.

Proceeding into the bedroom, JuJu laid across the bed in his towel and closed his eyes as Bayonna’s oily hands attended to every inch of his body. “You better be careful before you wake up my little nigga,” he affectionately warned.

“Boy, please. That’s the Nyquil talking. If I get up on that little nigga you gonna need an IV and a heart monitor, you are in no position to fuck with ya girl,” she joked.

“You ain’t never lied. Once that pussy get wet you might as well get my pinstripes ready,” he chuckled. “Because you be killing me.”

Bayonna laughed as she continued to rub his aching muscles. JuJu closed his eyes and soon drifted off again. Bayonna covered him up and lay next to him with her arm around his stomach and she dozed off too.

When she finally opened her eyes the room was dark and she realized that they had slept into the night. Bayonna reached up and put her hand on JuJu’s forehead, checking his temperature. He was still a little warm but it seemed that the worse was behind him. Just as she was about to get off of the bed his cell went off. She looked over at it and saw Kiam’s number.

“What’s up, Boss?” she answered, walking into the bathroom.

“Where’s JuJu?”

“He’s fucked up,” she said, peeking back in the room at him.

“What the fuck you mean?” Kiam went straight into beast mode.

“Nah, nothing like that. He got the flu or some shit. He's been throwing up all night and he has a fever.”

“Damn. Well, me and Lissha are about a half block away. Get ready to open the door,” he said then disconnected the call.

Bayonna sat the phone on the dresser, threw on her stretch pants and a t-shirt, and headed to the door.

Kiam and Lissha pulled up, eyed the area and jumped out with their guns firmly in hand. Kiam looked up the block and nodded at security who deaded their lights and got on point just in case a nigga wanted to get stupid. Dirty and two others that had tailed Kiam nodded back as him and Lissha moved up the walkway.

When Bayonna opened the door they piled in quickly. Kiam had a lead on Chino's whereabouts and he was ready to get at that nigga.

“Where JuJu at?” Kiam asked.

“He’s in the bedroom,” Bayonna responded.

Kiam didn’t even wait for an invitation, he walked off toward the room with Bayonna on his heels. Stopping in the doorway, he stared at JuJu laid up and he felt bad for him. But Kiam's mission didn't change, he needed to get at Chino, ASAP. That nigga didn’t deserve another hour on this earth.

JuJu must have sensed Kiam’s presence because his eyes fluttered open and he tried to come to attention. “What’s up, Boss? You ready to roll?” JuJu asked, pushing himself to sit up.

“Nah, li'l bruh. You gotta sit this one out,” Kiam responded.

“Nah, just let me get my shit, I’m good.”

JuJu’s spirit to ride regardless brought a slight smile to Kiam’s mouth. He knew that he had a loyal nigga on his side but he also knew that you never overwork your strongest arm because when you needed the muscle it might fail you. With Isaiah still rocked by his twin's disappearance and not really on point. Kiam couldn't afford to have JuJu down for too long but he needed him well, first.

“Chill, Youngin. Get your rest. I got it. But when you feel stronger go check on Isaiah, I think he's going through it right now,” he said.

“Yeah, he is. But I'm ready to ride, it don't—”

“Kiam, me and Bay will roll with you,” Lissha cut in from behind him.

“Nah, I got it,” JuJu insisted, as he tried to sit up and get off of the bed. But dizziness took over and he was forced to lay back down.

“JuJu get your rest. I got Dirty and 'em outside, we got it,” Kiam confirmed.

“Kiam, you know good and well I handles my shit and you need to have people in the room with you that you can trust to not bitch up if shit goes wrong.” Lissha said, pulling off her jacket. “Bay give me some shit to throw on.”

“Hell yeah, you know I’m down.” Bay moved to the closet and grabbed two pairs of black sweat pants and two black hoodies.

Lissha and Bay stripped down and began suiting up. Kiam sat back and watched as the two of them got into killah mode. Bayonna click-clacked her guns and began tucking them. She handed Lissha her two spares. Lissha checked her ammo and tucked one gun securely in her waist and strapped the other one on in an ankle holster.

When they threw on their hoodies and turned around Kiam didn’t see the face of two beautiful women, he saw the invitation of death and he was ready to help them deliver it.

“We ready,” Bayonna said on a low grimace.

Kiam looked between Lissha and Bayonna, the cold fearless look in both of their eyes charged his own killah instinct.

JuJu laid back on the bed feeling satisfied; he knew that even the bitches on their team had bigger balls than most niggas.

“Y’all already know if a nigga lifts his hand to scratch an itch make it his last act,” Kiam spat.

“You already know,” Lissha concurred.

Kiam turned to walk out of the room with Lissha right behind him.

“Hand me my shit,” JuJu said, pointing at his Nine on the dresser.

Bayonna picked it up then walked over to JuJu and kissed him on the forehead. “I love you, bae.”

“I love you too. I’ma be mad as hell if you don’t bring my pussy back safe and sound,” he joked.

“You so nasty,” she kissed his lips.

“On the real be careful and keep your eyes open.”

“I got it, baby. I’ll be right back,” she said then turned to leave the room. The smile dropped from her face and was replaced with tight lips and a creased brow.

Outside, Kiam walked over to Dirty's car and instructed one of the boys to stay there with JuJu. There was no way he was going to leave his right hand unprotected.

**********

When Kiam pulled up to the small house on St. Clair he deaded the engine and scanned the area. “This nigga been holding out. I know he knows what happened to the twin. I need that nigga alive and talking, is that understood?”

“Got you,” Lissha said.

Bayonna just nodded her head but she was not sure if she would be able to comply.

They each exited the car and pulled their heat out. Slowly they approached the steps to the house keeping a stern eye up and down the block. Kiam approached the porch’s window and peeked through the small crack to see Sonny sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette, watching television. Kiam tried to look around the room
to confirm that what he was told about ole boy being alone was true.

He moved back and whispered in Lissha’s ear then stepped to the side pulling Bayonna next to him. Lissha pulled back her hood, purposely messing up her hair then she rung the bell and started banging on the door.

Sonny looked out the window with his face balled up. “What the fuck you knocking on my shit for?”

“I need that shit,” she started scratching and moving around.

“Go the fuck up the block,” he yelled back.

“Ain’t nobody out there. Please just let me get a hit real quick,” she begged, pulling some money from her pocket.

“Bitch, get the fuck on.” He yelled through the window as he watched her scramble to get the money straight.

“Please. Please. Please. I’ll even let you get your dick wet real quick.” She dropped to her knees and put her hands together.

Sonny looked into her pleading eyes, sucked his teeth then closed the curtain. When Lissha heard the locks clicking she reached around her back and rose to her feet.

As soon as the door cracked Lissha kicked it open and put her gun in his face. “Put your hands up and don’t you muthafuckin’ move. Stupid nigga ain't nobody giving yo dirty ass no pussy.”

“Bitch, you must be crazy,” he said, backing up with his hands in the air.

As he got ready to hurl some more venom in her direction his eyes grew wide when he saw Kiam and Bayonna coming at him with their heat drawn. Bayonna kicked the door closed as Kiam and Lissha backed Sonny up to the couch.

“What the fuck is this about?” he asked, falling back onto the sofa.

“Shut the fuck up, nigga, you ain’t asking the questions,” Lissha barked, lowering her weapon to point right at his chest.

Kiam stepped around her and looked down at Sonny menacingly. “Before I begin, look in my face nigga.” He forced eye contact then continued. “Do I look like I came here to play games?”

Sonny didn't respond.

Kiam chuckled then cracked his head open with the butt of his gun. “We're gonna try this shit a different way, but if you fuck with me you'll get the same result.” He stared down at Sonny's bloody face. “I want that nigga Chino and you're gonna deliver him to me or your pastor is gonna deliver your eulogy.” Kiam spoke low but demanding.

“I ain’t got shit to tell,” Sonny mustered the resolve to answer calmly, ignoring the blood that leaked from his busted brow.