Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (20 page)

“Well, we will let history unfold, but if I find out you are the one sewing evil intent in my house we will definitely have a problem,” Kiam warned.

“Fair enough. But if we find out you live in a den of thieves then the problem will be mine to solve.” Riz spoke firm as well.

Kiam nodded his understanding then changed the subject to business. He was damn near out of product and there was too much money out there to be made to let it go into another nigga's pocket.

Riz told him that he wished to continue doing business with him but he was concerned about the heat that was coming down over Kiam's beef with Wolfman. “I wouldn't want your problems coming to my front door,” he wisely stated.

“I'm tryna bring a mil' and some change to your front door. Then two weeks later I'll double that. So I'm talking three point-five. How does that sound to you?”

Riz pushed his half-eaten seafood platter away from him and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin as he weighed Kiam's proposal. Finally he said, “Everything in me tells me that you're as official as they come, yo. So
I'm going to continue to fuck with you. But I need one promise from you before I leave here today.”

“Ask it,” said Kiam, pushing his plate away too and looking Riz in the eye.

“Kiam, I had decided to have Bones kill Treebie. But I'll cancel that now. Just promise me, man to man, that if it turns out that Treebie is foul you'll kill that bitch yourself.”

“On my word,” vowed Kiam.

Riz reached his hand across the table and Kiam locked it with his. No other words were necessary. They agreed on the next shipment and Kiam and his mans departed.

Kiam dropped JuJu and Dirty off then headed home to start getting things ready for Lissha. The murder and gun charges were going to be dismissed tomorrow and she could bond out on the weed charge.

Kiam's phone rung as he neared home. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Big Zo calling. He allowed the call to go to voicemail because after the way Big Zo had talked to him he was cool on that nigga. Kiam was unsure how that would affect him and Lissha, but if she planned on fucking with him she was going to have to choose a side and ride.

As Kiam turned onto his street a police car came up behind him and turned on its flashing lights. He smoothly slipped his banger into the hidden compartment on the door and pulled over, figuring that he must've made a turn without coming to a complete stop.

All of a sudden cop cars swarmed in out of everywhere, uniformed and plainclothes police jumped out with their guns aimed at his head. “Get out of the car with your hands up! Don't move or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!”

Kiam looked to both sides and saw that he was surrounded. His hand itched to reach for his banger but
before he could follow up on it, he was snatched out of the car and thrown to the ground face-down.

When he heard clink clink and felt those steel cuffs around his wrist he regretted surrendering peacefully.

“You’re under arrest for murder in the first degree. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney the state will provide one for you...” recited a pale faced white boy as they snatched him up and roughly hauled him to a police car.

“Save that shit, cracker,” said Kiam then he hawked a glob of spit in his face.

Chapter 26

Shit Don't Stop

I
t
didn't take long for the streets to hear about Kiam's arrest for the restaurant massacre or for rumors to spread as to who had fingered him. Some said Lissha had ratted on him to get out from under her murder charge but most fingers were pointed at Wolfman.

Niggas that didn't know any better believed that Wolfman had dropped dime because Kiam's gun smoke had sent him into hiding and he could not withstand the losses that he was suffering as a result of having to close down shop.

Kiam's crew was just waiting for him to give the word and they were getting booted and suited to go knock a muthafucka's head off. In the meantime, JuJu and Dirty was going to stay on top of business to make sure that the streets didn't get shit twisted, thinking that they were to be fucked with because Kiam was in jail.

Treebie and Bayonna had hit a lick the other night and left a nigga with his dick in the dirt. And just as casually the next day Treebie was dropping Bay off at the airport to go visit her mom.

“Bitch, don't be acting up while I'm away,” warned Bayonna as Treebie pulled up to the Delta Airlines entrance.

“I'ma act however niggas make me act,” said Treebie. She popped the trunk and they got out and met at the rear of the car.

Bay reached in and grabbed her bags. “Seriously Tree, lay low for a minute in case we're next on the list to get snatched up by those boys.”

“Ha!” Treebie laughed. “Before I let them put my pretty ass in cuffs I'll die with my finger on the trigger.”

Bay shook her head. They hugged and touched cheeks. “I'll call you, bitch. Tell LiLi I love her and I'll see her when I get back.”

“Okay, have a safe trip.”

Bayonna stood there for a second and her eyes started getting misty. “Girl, your acting like you're not coming back,” remarked Treebie.

“I know right?” Bayonna smiled then headed for the entrance.

Treebie watched her disappear inside then she hopped back in the car and headed to the bondsman's office to post Lissha's bond.

Treebie left out of the bail bondsman's office and jumped in her car headed to the county jail to pick up Lissha. She was more than focused; recent incidents had put everything on the table. Blood Money needed to hit and hit hard.

When she pulled up she put the car in park and lit a blunt; at this point she was way past giving a fuck.

Treebie sat and pulled hard as she thought about all the shit her and the crew had been through the past year. Donella had to be executed for disloyalty, Bayonna was dick whipped, Lissha was team Kiam one hundred percent, and there was no telling when Riz and Bones would pop up at her door again on that brolic shit.

The writing was on the wall, Blood Money could not last much longer. Her mind flashed back to the day she had to live by the code and kill the only person that had ever loved her unconditionally. With regret she remembered how they had dumped his body in Lake Erie as if it was nothing more than refuse.

Although he had been controlling, Wa’leek had walked into her life and made her feel again. Before him she had been misused by men to the point that she had turned cold. Wa'leek's love had warmed her heart for a
while but once she suspected him of creeping with Donella she slowly began to turn cold again.

Every time Blood Money went on a lick and Treebie aimed her ratchet at niggas, the faces that she saw was of the men that had hurt her. Pulling the trigger became payback for all that was done to her. But she didn't even want to think about that now because it would take her back into a dark place that would cause a whole lot a muthafuckaz to feel her pain.

Treebie stared out the front window and thought back to when shit was good and easy; when all they had to do was knock a few niggas in the head and count that money. But now everything had changed. Everything was out of place and if Kiam didn't beat his charges things were going to go from bad to worse.

I need to hit these last licks hard and get the fuck out of Ohio.

“Damn, bitch, open the door,” Lissha yelled out, jolting Treebie out of her reverie.

“Bitch, don’t bang on my shit,” she said, popping the locks.

“It’s damn near forty degrees and you got me standing in the cold like a homeless bitch begging for change,” Lissha joked, strapping her seat belt.

“Smoke this and shut up before I put yo ass on the bus.” Treebie passed the blunt and pulled away from the curb.

“Shittin’ me. You will have to drag my jailbird ass out this muthafucka kicking and screaming.” Lissha pulled hard on the blunt and put her head back. Those three weeks felt like a year.

“So what now?” Treebie asked as she bent the corners.

Lissha took a deep breath. “First of all, I'm going to see Kiam tomorrow and find out what he wants us to do.  With him off the scene niggas are going to get funny. Damn, a bitch was looking forward to him picking me up instead of your ass.”

Treebie rolled her eyes and pulled to the curb. “I'll holla, bitch. Your bus should be coming in an hour or so.”

“You stupid,” laughed Lissha.

“I'm just saying, ho. I know that nigga got that ass open but remember who got your back from day one to day none.” Treebie checked her side view and pulled back into traffic.

“Bitch, you know I love you but until you grow something thick, long, hard, and move around this muthafucka with swag your ass is playing second,” Lissha said, passing the blunt back to Treebie.

“See, I knew you fucked Kiam. You a ho,” Treebie laughed and put the blunt to her lips and pulled hard.

“Trust me, I haven't fucked him yet but when I do you'll know it because I'll come floating over the roof of your house in the middle of the night.”

Treebie shook her head as she pulled onto the expressway and checked her rearview for a black truck that had been behind them since they'd left the jail. “LiLi can you take your mind off of Kiam for a minute? Shit don't stop. We need to hit these last licks I have set up and add that to our stash for relocation.”

“Bitch, you ain't saying shit. Just let me go check on my man and after that it's whatever.”

“I’m ready but it’s just me and you,” Treebie looked over at Lissha with her lips pursed.

“Where the fuck Bay at?” Lissha asked as her mood switch from relieved to pissed.

“Her mother is sick, she went out of town to visit her. I just dropped her off at the airport a little while ago.” Treebie glanced in her rearview mirror again and saw that the black truck was no longer behind them.

Lissha thought about how neither of them knew much about each other's families. Big Zo had always discouraged the sharing of personal information. She had never met Bay's mother but she prayed that she would be okay.

Lissha pulled even harder on the blunt as she shifted her thoughts to those niggas that Treebie was talking about hitting. Those boys were strong. Ideally, Blood Money needed all the muscle they had to run up on those nigga's spot.
Fuck it
, she thought. They had already wasted enough time. They needed to do this shit soon.

“Well, we started this shit with us and we will end it with us. I got your back. You got mine?” Lissha questioned.

“Hell yeah. We roll on them niggas hard. No questions. Just come in that bitch blastin’.” Treebie nodded her head up and down. She was ready for the kill.

“Let’s do it next Friday.” Lissha put her fist out and Treebie bumped it.

Treebie pushed through the streets headed to her house. In another week it would be time to put in those blood read eyes and wreak havoc.

Chapter 27

Contemplation

W
hen
Kiam stepped into the visitation booth he was totally surprised to see the person on the other side of the screen. He sat down and picked up the telephone and stared at Isaiah for a full minute without either of them saying a word. It was hard for Kiam to believe what a couple of months had done to him.

Isaiah looked like a powder monster. His hair was long and matted, his clothes were filthy and there were sores around his nose.

“How you doing, Boss?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I'm maintaining, nephew. But you're not looking so good yourself.”

“I know but it don't even matter. Nah mean. I don't give a fuck about living no way so why I gotta care how I look?”

Kiam didn't know what to say to that. When he was in the feds he had seen many men give up but he had never understood it. As long as he had breath in his body he was going to always fight. But he knew that he couldn't give another man his unending will to persevere.

“Don't worry about me, Boss. This might be the last time you see me because I'm on some
I don't give a fuck
type shit. All I do is hunt and stalk all day.” Kiam furrowed his brow and Isaiah went on. “I'm real close to finding that nigga that touched my brother. When I do find him you'll hear about it.”

“Nephew, hold up.” Kiam put his hand up to stop him from talking recklessly on the prison phone.

“It's all good.” Isaiah understood. He wiped his runny nose with the sleeve of his coat. “I just wanted to come see you and let you know that I got love for you. You're a real nigga.”

“I got love for you too. I want you to try to get yourself together. You—”

“Fa real, Bleed,” Isaiah cut him off. “Fuck this life. I ain't got shit to live for no more. When they took Isaac, I died that day. But I'm gonna handle my business before I check out of this bitch. And I'm gonna prove to you and JuJu that ain't none of those bitches no good. Treebie, Bay or Lissha. I'm all over their ass, Boss.” Isaiah pulled a bloody handkerchief out of his pocket and blew his nose.

Kiam cringed inside.

Isaiah rose up and tapped his chest with his fist. “One love.” And then he was gone.