Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (16 page)

JuJu looked over at her and saw the sadness that washed over her face. He got up and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, holding her tightly.

“I miss her,” she confessed as water pushed itself out of her eyes and down her cheeks. “And I'll never believe that she was in violation. That bitch Daphne lied on her.”

“But why would she do that?”

“I can't answer that yet, but I'll never stop searching for that answer.” Bayonna sniffled.

“I feel you, baby. We took some big ass hits this year and the souljahs keep falling.” He kissed her on the neck then nuzzled his nose behind her ear.

“I don’t want to die, JuJu,” she said as she brought her hand to her eye to catch the tears.

“Don’t none of us want to die, Bay. But the reality is that we signed up for death the day we took our first breath. We're all gonna go. Our demise will be much sooner though. We guaranteed that on the day we took our first life.”

As the words left JuJu’s lips Bayonna tried to recall her first victim but she had stolen so many souls they now ran together in a jumbled collage of horror.

“The die is already cast, ma. We just gotta make the days we have left and all the sacrifices we made to be at the top worth every second,” JuJu said as if he was reading her thoughts.

Emotion took over Bayonna’s whole body and the tears cascaded down her cheeks fast as small sobs left her lips. The weight of her decisions had finally caught up with her.

JuJu held her close and allowed her to let it all go. She put her head back against his chest and released what felt like years of pain. JuJu turned her to face him, he placed his hand under her chin and softly stated. “Baby, we were born G's. And gangstas don't live long. Being able to share a part of my life with you means that I will leave this muthafucka with no regrets.” He kissed her passionately on the lips.

Bayonna opened her mouth and allowed their tongues to sensually dance. The honesty in his kiss guilted her, but the things he didn't know that she could not tell him made her sadder.

Bayonna knew that JuJu's love for her was real but
she
wasn't exactly who he thought she was. She slid her hand in his and tenderly caressed the hideous scar that confirmed her deception. One day soon it would all come out, she was certain of that. Circumstances would not allow it to remain hidden for much longer.

Bayonna's heart ached for what she knew the truth would do to him. At the same time, his arms around her made her want the charade to go on forever because it felt so good. “I need you to make love to me.” she whispered through her tears.

     JuJu pulled her close and walked her toward the bedroom removing her clothes along the way.

     When Bayonna's body settled between the sheets she reached up and grabbed him behind his head as his thickness rested against her pussy, causing instant wetness.

     “I love you, Bay,” he whispered as he fed her an inch at a time.

     “I love you too,” she moaned as his slow stroke set her on fire.

      Soft kisses and slow deep strokes sent chills all throughout Bayonna's body. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes as JuJu answered the call from her soul. She held him tightly as he gently ran his tongue over her nipples. With every stroke she released a painful piece of her spirit. It seemed like she had been running for so long, but today she was going to be still and let JuJu have every part of her.

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Lissha moved around her kitchen loading the dishwasher and preparing the plates for dinner. Kiam had been at her house the past two days just laying low and she was happier than a preacher watching the collection plate spill over with tithes.

Lately she had kept herself attached to him like a third arm, trying to protect him and make up for the bullshit that she had helped initiate. She looked in the oven and the aroma of her baked Ziti with spicy Italian sausages invaded her nostrils, causing her stomach to growl.

“I am about to fuck this up,” she said, sliding on her oven mitts and pulling out her dish resting it on top the stove.

She placed a few pieces of garlic bread in the oven then put the salad into two bowls. Lissha danced around the kitchen snapping her fingers to
Drunk in Love
as she prepared the plates.

Kiam came down the hall in his baggy shorts and a t-shirt rubbing the creamy lotion on his arms. A smile came to his face when he saw how clean and organized the house was coupled with the aromas from the kitchen almost made life seem normal.

Unconsciously Kiam’s eyes glued themselves to the back of Lissha’s tight boy shorts as she bent over to pull the bread from the oven. He quickly checked himself for lusting before entering the kitchen. “You need to put some clothes on,” he said half seriously. He roughly moved her aside.

“Stop, boy,” Lissha shouted, hitting Kiam’s arm as he took a seat at the table.

“What you in there hooking up?” he asked, propping his feet up in a chair across from him.

“Something that will make your mouth water. I have to show you how a real bitch get down since you were talking shit the last time I had you in the kitchen.” She sauntered over to the table with his plate of Ziti, garlic bread and a bowl of spinach salad with homemade dressing.

“Yeah ‘cause you were trying to feed a nigga oodles of noodles. Then gave me some cereal.” He leaned forward allowing the delicious steam to caress his nose. “This smell good as hell.” He picked up his fork.

“You better not,” she scolded.

“What?” he wrinkled his brow.

“Don’t be rude. Let me get mine and you gotta say your grace, you heathen,” Lissha joked.

“God has been done with me for a very long time,” he spoke matter-of-factly.

“Don’t be like that Kiam. Even though most of the time we be on some bullshit, I believe He still loves and protects us.” She looked in his eyes as she sat her plate on the table.

Kiam's face was stone.
He didn’t protect Eyez
.

“I’ll say it.” Lissha took Kiam by the hand and bowed her head. “Lord, we pray that you bless this meal and protect the hands that prepared it as well as the one that it is shared with. We thank you for all of your many blessings. Amen.” She released his hand and smiled at him. “See that didn’t hurt.” She grabbed her fork and began to dig in.

“Sometimes you shock the hell outta me,” Kiam said as he too began to dig in. As soon as the flavors collided on his taste buds he closed his eyes and chewed slowly.

“Yeah, say my name, don’t even front I got that ass open now.” Lissha rocked her shoulders.

“It’s a’ight,” Kiam said, taking another big mouthful.

“You are so full of hate,” Lissha joked, shaking her head.

Kiam laughed as he continued to dig in. Lissha was content chomping away with her feet up in the chair. She got up and retrieved them a glass of Sprite and gin on ice.

“Your conniving ass is up to something,” Kiam gagged, taking a few swigs of his drink as she collected their dishes.

“Ain’t nobody thinking about you.” Lissha moved from the table back to the kitchen.

Kiam downed his drink and sat the glass down and asked for another one. Lissha filled his glass then went to put up the food and load the rest of the dishes and start the dishwasher. Kiam downed his second drink then moved to the living room and turned on the television. He kicked his feet up resting his head back. He was full and beginning to feel the slight effects of his drinks.

Lissha walked over and took a seat beside him still nursing the first drink she poured herself. “I wasn’t going to bring this up but I think I need to.” She paused and sat her glass down.

“What’s up?” he turned the volume down on ESPN and looked in her direction.

“That was a real close call at the restaurant. We all could have been laid the fuck out. What happened when you came out? Why did you freeze up like that with that lady?”

Kiam took a deep breath and reflected on the events of that night then he weighed in on them. “I didn’t thank you but I know I owe you. You, Treebie and Bay really came through for a nigga and I'm grateful for that. I still can't believe how y'all was up in there disguised and shit,” he chuckled.

“Thanks Kiam but I asked what made you freeze up like that with ol' girl? That wasn't like you.”

“I saw something in that woman’s eyes that I have not seen in almost twenty years.” He stopped his tongue before all of his emotions came rushing back.

“What did you see?” Lissha spoke softly.

“I saw my mother,” he confessed then turned back to the television.

“Do you want to talk about your mother?” she offered.

“Nah, I'm good,” he declined.

“Okay, Kiam, I didn’t mean to pry,” Lissha comforted as she rubbed his arm.

“It’s all good,” he said before having a change mind. “I always wanted to know what happened to her. I use to stare at every brown skin woman that resembled her in any way. I kept hoping that the next one would be her but it never was so I gave up looking. That night was the first time I saw eyes that looked just like hers,” he said then got quiet.

“It will be fine, Kiam.” Lissha tried to comfort him. Her heart was breaking for him, it seemed like he had lost everyone that he ever loved.

Being alone with him had allowed her to see inside of the beast that the streets demanded that he be. She saw that when he put his banger on the shelf he was so much more than what met the naked eye. He could be silly, caring, introspective and witty as hell.

Lissha wished that she had a giant eraser; in one smooth stroke she would expunge everything that had ever hurt him, including her transgressions against him.

Her guilt slammed into her stomach like a fist. “I’ma let you watch your game,” she spoke tenderly then stood up.

“Nah, chill with me for a little while.” Kiam looked up at her glossy eyes. “I know you ain’t getting soft on me, killah.” He smiled trying to ease her mood.

Lissha reluctantly sat back down. “I’ma stay for a minute but I ain’t trying to watch no damn game.” She tried to switch the mood.

“What you want to watch? Some crybaby shit?” he teased.

“No, I got Scandal saved on my DVR.” she brightened up and reached for the remote.

“I’m not watching that bullshit.” Kiam tried to grab the remote from her hands.

“Stop if you want me to stay you have to compromise.” She held the remote out of his reach.

Kiam continued to grab at it and before long they were laughing and tussling. Kiam pulled Lissha on his lap as he tried to get the remote from behind her back. Kiam bit into her arm causing the remote to fall to the floor.

“Ouch, boy. Oh, you wanna fight dirty?” Lissha grabbed Kiam by the back of his head and bit hard into his neck.

“Stop, a’ight, let got,” Kiam tried to get Lissha off of him.

“Move your hands,” Lissha said through clinched teeth and bit a little harder.

Kiam put his hands up as if he was under arrest. “A’ight let go.”

“Say sorry.” She squeezed his skin between her teeth.

“I’ma fuck you up.”

As Kiam reached towards her face Lissha bit harder. Kiam’s hands shot back up in the air.

“What you gonna do?” she taunted.

“Nothing, let go.”

“Nope. This is payback, baby boy. Say you're sorry.” She clenched her teeth tighter.

“A’ight. Damn, sorry, now let go,” he relented.

Lissha eased up a little then sucked gently on the spot to lessen the pain.

“You better run when you let me go,” Kiam warned.

Lissha took full advantage of the moment and positioned herself perfectly on his dick as she continued to suck on his neck.

Kiam felt his boy waking up but he wasn't quite ready to give in to his lust. Every time he thought about it memories of the true love that he'd shared with Eyez made him pull back. “Why are you always tryna start trouble?” he asked, resting his hands on Lissha's thighs while he fought an internal tug-of-war.

“I wanna be in trouble,” she moaned as she felt his dick rock up between her thighs.

Lissha released his neck from her grip then began nibbling on the other side. Kiam closed his eyes and tried to block out the guilt.

It had been months since he had felt the velvety softness off a woman's center; that warm place that could hold a man and allow him to release his worries. Kiam knew that no woman on Earth could ever welcome him into her essence like Eyez had, but he could not remain celibate forever. Life had to go on.

It took everything in him to accept that but he did. And when Lissha felt him giving in to his desires she pressed her soft body against his and whispered what she truly felt. “I want you so bad, baby.”

Kiam ran his hand between her legs. When he slipped his finger in the side of her shorts and felt her wetness, Lissha let out a cry.

“Lift up,” he whispered.

Lissha was already dizzy but she moved to his command, allowing him to pull off her shorts.

Kiam looked at how fat and juicy her pussy looked in her panties and his mouth watered. He nibbled on her erect nipples as he placed his middle finger on her clit and circled slowly.