Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (2 page)

Treebie wrapped her arms around the only man that she had ever given her heart to and accepted his tongue in her mouth hungrily. Her body pressed against the rock in his pants and his hands set her on fire as they slid up and down her back with passion that made them both pant.

As each layer of her clothes came off and littered the floor of the living room a piece of her rage fell with them. Entering her bedroom their passion erupted into a heated flame that begged to stay kindled. Their bodies hit the cold sheets as apologetic hands caressed and gratified places that heightened their desires. Wa'leek lifted his body off of hers, removed his heat off his waist and sat it on the nightstand. Treebie who was already naked and throbbing to feel him inside of her reached up and helped him remove his shirt and jeans. When they hit the floor she stood next to the bed and encircled his girth with her hand, stroking it up and down. “Let me taste you baby,” she panted.

“This your dick, do what you do, ma.”

Treebie licked around the bulbous head and savored the taste of the pre-cum that seeped out. “Ummm,” she moaned then took him into the warmth of her mouth inch by glorious fat inch. She looked up at him as she slurped the lollipop noisily.

Wa'leek looked down at her and what he saw almost made his engorged dick go limp. “Take them shits out of your eyes,” he said in a gruff tone.

Treebie pulled back and removed the red contacts, then she stepped back to her business. From her knees she had Wa'leek standing up on his tippy toes and moaning like they had switched genitals. She licked his balls and gobbled the dick until he rewarded her skills with a mouthful of cream. “Give me all of that shit,” she urged, pumping his pole firm within her grip.

“Get it, ma,” he moaned, taking his pipe and slapping it on her tongue.

Treebie didn't waste a drop, she made it disappear then smacked her lips and looked up at him delightfully. Wa’leek slowly opened his eyes and smiled down at her. “Til death do us apart,” he proclaimed.

“Yes, daddy,” she agreed.

He lifted her to her feet then guided her down on the bed and parted her thighs. When he knelt before the alter it was with the desire to bring her all the way back into the fold. After today she would move as he commanded, fuck Big Zo and Lissha. This was his pussy and it was time to re-stamp that muthafucka.

Wa'leek's tongue had Treebie's clit screaming and in no time at all her juices flowed like a river. She gripped the back of his head and cried out his name while she coated his mouth with her sweetness. He made her come back to back and it felt like her head was spinning. Treebie laid back breathing heavily from the intense orgasm.

Wa'leek took charge, stroking himself to another full erection. “I want your face down and that ass in the air.”

Treebie was as weak as a wet paper towel but the sight of all that meat instantly re-energized her. She rolled over and got on all fours, head down; ass up. Her pussy was sopping wet and Wa'leek slid in easily, pushing deep. “This my pussy,” he boasted as he began rough riding that shit.

“Yes, daddy, this is your pussy.”

“Chant that shit.”

“It's your pussy. It's your pussy. It's your pussy,” she moaned over and over again as he plowed in and out of her with powerful strokes that were meant to fuck her mind along with her body. This was the type of raw make-up fucking that nothing else could compare to. Wa'leek had that pussy talking to him.

Treebie was trying to run from the dick but he held her by her hips and made her take it. Pain mixed with pleasure as she begged him to stop. Looking to the side, her eyes settled on the nightstand and her mind wondered back and forth between the hard heat between her thighs and grabbing his heat and ending the command he had on her body and her mind. There was a battle between her thoughts until he began fucking that spot that took over her soul.

“Baby, baby, baby, do that shit, daddy,” she moaned, throwing her ass back hard making him connect with every thrust.

“Come on this muthafucka, ma. Make me nut with you,” groaned Wa'leek. “I wanna bust all up in this pussy.”

Treebie couldn't hold back another second, she cried out in ecstasy as he hit that spot that took her over the edge. “I'm coming, Wah. Oh, my god!”

Wa'leek went deeper. “Arghhhh,” he growled like a wild animal as his nuts exploded. He rested up against the softness of her ass cheeks watching her back heave up and down as she tried to capture her breath. Wa’leek pulled out slowly and fell next to her trying to slow his breathing as well.

“You a fucking beast,” Treebie confessed, crawling into his arms as she looked into his eyes.

“You already know,” he said, kissing her lips.

Afterwards they laid in each other's arms sharing a blunt. No words were spoken as they each retreated into their own thoughts. Treebie's head rested on Wa'leek's chest and she played with the coarse hair that covered his pecs. He stroked her hair tenderly and kissed her forehead.

Awhile later Wa'leek's cellphone lit up with a call from Riz. He reached over and grabbed it off of the nightstand. “What's up?”

“That's what I'm calling to ask you,” said Riz. “What have you found out about Blood Money?”

Wa'leek looked down at Treebie and put a finger to his lips. “I'm all over that,” he reassured Riz.

Treebie slid out of bed. “I'm going to fix a drink. You want something?” she mouthed.

“Ciroc,” Wa'leek mouthed back returning his attention to the call.

“Do I need to send Bones down there to help you shake the city up and smoke out Blood Money?” Riz was saying.

“Nah, I already know who they are and where they're at and I'm about to get at them,” Wa'leek whispered. “And you'll never believe who the fuck they are.”

“Humor me.”

“I'm going to do better than that, I'm bringing you their bodies one by one, starting with the most treacherous,” Wa'leek promised as he kept his voice low and his eyes on the door.

Riz loved the sound of that. “A'ight, I'm giving you a month then I'm sending my goons,” he declared.

“Trust me, you'll have the bodies long before that.”

When Wa'leek hung up the phone his mind was set, Treebie was a dead bitch and her girls were next. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his banger off of the floor beside his pants. With a firm mind on what had to be done, he slid the Nine under the pillow beneath his head and laid back and waited. He was about to give the saying “getting some brains” a brand new meaning.

Wa'leek folded his hands behind his head and half-closed his eyes as he formulated Lissha's death next. When he looked up Treebie stood at the foot of the bed in full Blood Money gear with a pump shotgun leveled at his chest.

“Did you think some good pipe was going to spare your life, nigga?” she gritted. “I just wanted the dick one last time before I sent you where all disloyal niggas belong.”

Wa'leek knew that this time there would be no reprieve. Treebie was one cold-hearted bitch. He just looked at her and tried to disarm her with his cool demeanor and piercing stare.

“Finally,” he said, “Loyalty is us over them.”

“Nah, you wanted Donella now I'm about to reunite you with her,” she rasped.

“Like I told you, I fucked the bitch, I didn't want her. You're the only woman I've ever wanted.”

“Nigga, please!” Treebie threw her head back and laughed mockingly. This was the slip up that Wa'leek had been waiting for and he was about to make it her last one.

Wa'leek moved swiftly. His hands came from behind his head gripping heat and spitting lead. Boc! Boc!

The first two shots missed wildly but the semi-automatic fired in rapid, deadly succession. Boc! Boc! Boc! The bullets slammed into Treebie's chest sending her stumbling back against the wall, but she remained on her feet.

“Punk ass bitch!” spat Wa'leek, sending the next shot at her head, but his aim was high and the bullet lodged into the wall. He lowered his aim and squeezed the trigger again and again.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Wa'leek looked down at the gun, it had jammed at the wrong gotdamn time.

Treebie was wobbled but the heavyweight Kevlar vest had done its job and she was quickly getting her orientation back. She used the wall behind her to brace herself as air returned to her lungs and her stance became firm.

She brought the shotgun back up and stepped towards Wa'leek as she slid her finger back inside the trigger guard. “I guess it wasn't my time,” she taunted and leveled the shotgun at his chest.

Wa'leek lunged at her as the pump sounded off like a cannon. Boom! His body flew backwards and he crashed back down on the bed with a hole the size of a baseball in his gut. Treebie pumped another slug in the chamber, stepped closer and leveled the shotgun down at his chest. “Til death do us apart muthafucka,” she spat. Boom!

Wa'leek's chest opened up like a busted can of tomatoes and he stared at her disbelieving as his vital organs quickly began to stop functioning. “Donella didn't tell me shit, stupid ass nigga,” she admitted. “I always suspected it though. Grimy ass niggas ain’t good for shit but stiff dick and good tongue. Still think I love you? Punk muthafucka.”

Treebie looked down at her husband unmercifully as his eyes slowly began to glaze over from death's call. He gurgled on the blood that had quickly filled his mouth but Treebie felt no pity. She let the pump slip from her grasp and fall to the floor. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a crisp bill, then crawled up on the bed and grabbed Wa'leek by the head. “Blood Money, bitch ass nigga,” she snarled as she forced the bill inside his mouth and watched him slowly succumb to death.

As Treebie stepped out of the shower her phone began to sound off with a familiar ringtone. She wrapped a towel around herself and hurried to answer it before Big Zo hung up. “Hello,” she answered, ignoring Wa'leek's body on the bed.

“Hey, baby girl. I need you to handle something for me ASAP. Are you still down?” Big Zo's voice conveyed urgency.

“You don't even have to ask me that, just tell me what you need done and I'm on it,” she assured him.

“Good. I always knew you were the one I could count on most. Here's what I need you to do…”

Treebie listened without interruption. When Big Zo was done she didn't even question his request. “Consider it done,” she said.

Treebie hung up the phone, dressed quickly, and grabbed her gun. She covered Wa'leek's body with the bed spread before leaving out. She would deal with it when she returned, he damn sure wasn't going anywhere.

Chapter 1

A Pained Cry

K
iam's mind was so preoccupied with Lissha's disappearance he drove straight through the red light as he neared the twins' complex. “Shit!” he exclaimed glancing over to his right and spotting a police cruiser parked in the lot of a strip mall. Adrenaline rushed through Kiam's veins like a live current of electricity.

When the car pulled out and got behind him he saw that they were two hillbilly looking cops in the vehicle. He knew that if they pulled him over they weren't going to just write him a ticket and keep it moving, Jakes like them always wanted to search your shit. What they would find in his vehicle would open up a floodgate of trouble for Kiam, trouble that would bring his rise to the top to an unceremonious halt. His hand went to the Nine that he had sat on the counsel between the seats; the gun had mad bodies on it and he was about add two more to it if they flashed their lights.

Going back to prison wasn't even an option.
Court gets held in the muhfuckin' streets,
he instantly decided. That was the code of every real nigga that had ever done a bid. Fake niggas talked it, trill niggas walked
it. In a minute the Jakes were going to have the misfortune of pulling over the wrong muthafucka at the wrong time.

Kiam scanned the area for the quickest escape route after he opened up on po po. Within minutes the helicopter would fly in and every available patrol car would flood the area where he had left two of their brethren leaking in the snow. He would have to abandon the truck, snatch a bitch up and make them drive him away from there. To think that after all the blood he had spilled since coming home, his downfall would be something as trivial as running a red light!

Kiam felt a pang in his heart as the realization of how this would drastically change the lives of Faydrah and their unborn. A picture of her flashed in his mind intensifying the ache in his heart. He had promised her before walking out of the door that everything would be alright. Guilt leaped up in his chest but his gangsta forced it back down.

“
It is what the fuck it is,” Kiam said aloud as he slid the Nine over onto his lap and stared in the rearview mirror waiting for the flashing lights.

Nothing but head shots.
He clicked off the safety latch and slid his finger inside the trigger guard. “Eyez, I love you baby,” he whispered as if she was in the seat next to him. “Take care of my seed.”

As the words left his mouth the police cruiser turned off and went about their business. Kiam relaxed his grip on his gun but the anxiety he felt remained strong.
Where in the fuck was Lissha? Shit like this threw a nigga off his square.