Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (22 page)

“Mommy, you want something to drink?” Bayonna poured her mother a glass of water.

Her mom nodded and Bayonna moved to her bedside and held the cup to her lips. She held Bayonna’s wrist as she struggled to drink.

“I love you so much,” she spoke through the tracheal tube in her throat.

“I love you too, Mommy.” Bayonna smiled at her.

“I need you to promise me something,” her mother struggled to say.

“Anything,” she agreed.

Her mother tried to swallow then continued. “You have to finish school and become somebody. Life is too short to waste it,” she said, looking up into her daughter's eyes and cherishing the moment because she knew that at any time it could be her last.

“I won’t let you down,” Bayonna said to give her comfort.

She stood for a minute staring into her mother’s eyes then she turned to sit the cup down on the table and took a seat. She always felt so guilty that she had to lie to her, leading her to believe that she was attending Cleveland State University as a part-time student and holding down a full time job.

Her mom had did everything in her power to raise her right and not allow her to get caught up in the streets. It would've killed her instantly to know that her only child had grown up to be a ruthless killer.

Bayonna sat and watched a few shows with her and helped her eat then wiped her down and changed her clothes. She then combed and braided her hair.

“You know, Bay, I would give anything in the world to have your father hold me one last time,” her mother confessed as tears came to her eyes.

“Me too, Mommy.” Bayonna's eyes teared up too.

“I miss him so much.” She reminisced. She had given up family and everything for him and though he hadn't been perfect their love had been unbreakable.

“I miss him also,” Bayonna said with a pained heart. Growing up her father had always been on the road, coming and going in and out of town regularly. But one thing Bayonna could say was that he never missed a birthday or any other important event in her life.

When she heard his car pull up in the yard, Bayonna would go flying out the door to run and jump into his arms. He would scoop her up and twirl her around and around. Then he would cover her plump cheeks with kisses sweeter than candy and begin unloading the car of boxes and bags full of gifts.

Bayonna recalled that her mom would be standing in the doorway filled with love for the both of them. And her father would look back at her mother with that same love in his eyes.

As she grew older her father's love for her and her mom never changed. She didn't know what he did when he was on the road but she knew that when he came home her mom and her were the apples of his eye.

Losing him was the worst thing that had ever happened to her mother and probably the one thing that caused her to deteriorate quicker. Lupus was something
many could live a long life with but for her mom, her dad was her life and strength, and without him she was just buying time.

Bayonna wiped a tear and leaned in and kissed and hugged her mom tightly. She held her as if it was her last time because she felt like after she left this time either one of them could go.

She sat back in her seat and held her mother’s hand as she drifted off to sleep. Feeling a flood of emotions Bayonna stood up and walked outside to call JuJu. The weather was in the seventies in Palm Springs, Florida where Bayonna was so she enjoyed the warm breeze that blew through her hair.

“Hey, bae,” she said in a dour tone as soon as JuJu answered.

“How is she?” he asked.

“Not very good. I don't think she'll be with me much longer.” Bayonna leaned against the bricks of the building and broke down crying.

“Shorty, I'm on the plane in the morning,” said JuJu.

“No, it's okay. You have a lot of important things going on.” She sniffled.

“Bay, right now you're what's most important. I'll be on the early bird flight. Pick me up at the airport. I'm about to call and book it now. I'll call you right back.”

“Okay,” she said, feeling comforted by his love and concern. “JuJu, I love you.”

“I love you too. I'll hit you right back.”

When he hung up the phone Bayonna wept harder than she had ever cried before in her life.

Chapter 31

No Turning Back

B
ayonna had been out of town for more than a week and her girls could not afford to put things off any longer. It was time to make a move before the opportunity was missed.

Treebie and Lissha moved around the basement of Treebie’s condo preparing for the mission at hand. Lissha walked over to the radio and pumped up Waka Flocka's
Luv Dem Gun Sounds.

RING ALARM! dem boys in town

LIKE JOC, lay dat pussy nigga down

I don't talk, I don't laugh, I just frown

From da eagle to da choppa, luv dat gun sound,

luh dat gun sound, luh dat, luh dat gun sound

Lissha threw back a few drinks then began loading her weapon. The bass from the speakers moved through her body intensifying the liquor and weed that took over her system. Treebie bounced her head as she rolled another blunt then put on her Kevlar vest. When her part came she sang loud.

“Murderman Flocka what the fuck are these niggas thinking, Point blank range, do this shit without blinking.”

Lissha smiled at Treebie as she too suited up. She was ready to lay some niggas on their ass.

Once they were in full gear they moved to the center of the room then poured one last drink. Tonight they wanted to be numb. They wanted to only feel the oneness with their triggers; everything else was dying with only one person left to tell the story.

“Blood Money,” Treebie said with her nostrils flared and her eyes squinted.

“You already know.” Lissha touched her glass. They downed their drinks, pulled up their mask then rolled out.

Lissha drove in silence thinking about all that was on the line. Big Zo was on her ass, Kiam was locked up, the team was falling down around them and shit was back to just her and Treebie.

Even though Lissha was down like four flat tires she felt exhausted. She had started making runs for Big Zo at the age of fourteen. At nineteen she had delivered her first soul to hell. She had lived through three different wars in the city and held Big Zo down through all of them. After he got sent away, she had helped Gator rebuild what little was left of Big Zo's empire. And when Gator began to live high off of the hog and neglect business, she had helped facilitate Kiam taking over the throne.

But on the real, Lissha said to herself, the shit had become old and the game had changed. There was no such thing as loyalty or any adherence to the code of death before dishonor as Big Zo had preached to her so often she could still hear his voice ringing in her ears. His bitch ass had proven that the only person a muthafucka was loyal to was self.

Lissha hated herself for allowing him to manipulate her into his devious plot. She had been such a fool. Before any of this happened with Kiam, she would've never thought that Big Zo would trade a real nigga's freedom for his own. For that she had lost all respect for him to the point that she hated his mark ass. The thought that she had ever loved him made her sick to her stomach.

Lissha realized that she was not without blame, because at the end of the day she had gone along with everything that Big Zo had devised. But now she was determined to right her wrongs by riding hard for Kiam until the muthafuckin’ wheels fell off. She was going to
do everything in her power to make sure that he came home and Big Zo's pussy ass died behind bars.

“LiLi, you ready?” Treebie's voice brought Lissha back to the here and now.

“Hell yeah,” she responded as the car came to a stop.

They both looked around and were a little thrown off when they saw all the extra cars parked out front of the spot that they were about to run up in.

“I thought you said it was supposed to be a few dudes.” Lissha turned in Treebie's direction.

Treebie looked over at her. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But on the real all I see is more money. The body count will just have to increase,” Treebie spat, grabbing her gun.

“That’s the shit I’m talkin’ about. Let’s go,” Lissha said, grabbing her door handle.

The two women sprang into action moving stealth-like around the house listening for voices and trying to gauge the position of where everyone was at in the room. They crotched down low and peeked through the first floor window and did a quick head count. Lissha got excited when she heard the men inside talking about major weight and serious dollars. That was the type of shit that made her ratchet go off without prejudice.

Lissha gave the signal and they made sure that their watches were synced down to the second. Treebie moved to the back door and Lissha moved to the front, pressing her body against the side of the house and stepping lightly as she summoned up the beast within.

Treebie stood with her tool cocked and locked, and her breathing increased as she waited for the seconds to tick by on her watch.

Lissha drew her fo-fo and rang the bell twice then stepped back. When a figure appeared and asked who it was, Lissha let that cannon answer for her.
Boom! Boom!
She blasted and stepped in on that suicide shit.

Treebie's fo-fifth sounded off like an explosion, shattering the lock on the back door. She kicked the door open and ran inside ending muthafucka's future in a split second of
Boom
!

Just that quickly the house was under siege as they blasted everything moving. Treebie put her back against the kitchen wall and moved low hitting knee caps and ankles. Her motto was “If a nigga can’t stand, he can’t run.”

Lissha's hammer ripped through bones and vital organs, skulls and brains. She was not tryna spare nothing but time. She hit niggas high and low then dived behind the couch for cover.

“Y’all muthafuckaz want some of this?” A tall skinny dude yelled out from his kneeled position as he emptied his clip in her direction.

Lamps shattered and stuffing blew out of the couch as bullets came flying in rapid succession. When Lissha noticed that the nigga's gun had gone quiet she peeked around the couch to see his position. He sprang up on his feet and tried to dash up the stairs but her whistle was quicker than his feet.

Boc! Boc! Boc! Boc!

“Bitch nigga, Blood Money is up in this muthafucka,” she yelled as her steel jumped with each shot.

But this time her aim was errant and the only thing she murdered had been purchased at Haverty's. Just as Lissha steadied her hand and was about to blow a hole in dude's melon, a spaghetti head came running down the stairs letting off shots in her direction.

“LiLi get down,” Treebie yelled.

Lissha screamed and dove out of the way in the nick of time as Treebie made sure that the dread wearing dude didn't get off another round.

Boom!
His chest opened up and his body flew backwards, flipping over the banister, before hitting the floor. “Punk muthafucka,” Treebie screamed.

Lissha scrambled to her feet. A hand shot up and grabbed her leg pulling her back to the floor. A nigga they thought they had put on his ass pressed a sharp blade to her throat. When they came up from the floor he had his forearm around Lissha's neck. With a little more pressure he could've easily crushed her wind pipe.

Lissha gagged and wiggled but the dude was mad strong. “Put that muthafuckin’ gun down nigga or I'ma do your boy,” he yelled at Treebie.

Treebie stood firm with her pump in place, staring at him with those blood red orbs that made her look like the devil's child. Out the corner of her eye she spotted another dude rise up and reach his hand under the tattered cushion of the couch. Treebie whirled around and sprayed his thoughts all over the furniture. “Y'all think this is a game,” she spat, looking at the lone survivor of their onslaught.

“Nigga, back the fuck up or I will end your boy’s life,” he threatened as he pressed the sharp blade to the side of Lissha's neck and used her as a shield.

“Bleed, I don’t give a fuck about that nigga,” Treebie spat as she placed a second hand on her gun to steady her aim.

“You must think I’m playing?” Dude dug the knife a little deeper, drawing blood. “Fuck with me and this nigga is dead.”

“Muthafucka, all I heard was mo’ money. You gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill you then walk outta here with all this shit. I don’t give a fuck either way,” she growled, aiming the .45 semi-automatic at his head.

He stared her in those blood red eyes and saw nothing but murderous intent. He knew that she wouldn't hesitate to do him dirty but if he was dying, he was taking somebody with him. He pulled Lissha's head back exposing her windpipe completely, but that was costly because it exposed
his
head.

Boom!
Treebie shot one in the top of his head sending blood and brain splattering all over Lissha. The dude's body tumbled backwards and Lissha fell forward covering her ears with both hands as they rung from the blast.

Treebie hurried over to see about her partner in crime. She kneeled down and was relieved to see that Lissha was unharmed. “You alright?” she asked, helping Lissha to her feet.

Lissha's ears were still ringing and her heart rate was ridiculous. But she was about that life, and with it death was always right around the corner, so her brush with fatality didn't require a hug. “I'm good, bitch,” she said, pouncing to her feet and retrieving her ratchet off of the floor. “Let's snatch the loot and be out.”

Side by side and in step they moved through the living and dining rooms hitting anything that appeared alive with a few more shots. When nothing was left moving but their eyes they spotted a stack of bricks on the dining room table and stacks of money next to the drugs. They quickly stuffed the duffel bags that they had brought along and moved towards the door. Suddenly, Treebie came to a halting stop.

Lissha looked at her like,
what the fuck?

“
Bitch, we almost forgot to sign that nigga’s check.” Treebie took a Ben Franklin out of the duffel bag, bent down and rubbed it in the blood of the dead man by the front door then she stuffed it in his mouth.

“Blood Money, nigga,
” they said in unison.

“Tell a friend,” added Treebie.

Moving swiftly and on alert they left out the door much quieter than they had entered.

As Treebie pulled off and bent a corner she noticed a car staying a few feet behind them. She adjusted the rear view mirror, grabbed her spare gun from between the seats and sped up to see if the vehicle behind them would do the same. When she saw it turn off she relaxed and continued on to her house.

When they pulled up Treebie hit the garage button and pulled in closing it behind them. They grabbed the bags off of the backseat and moved to the basement to see what all they had.

“Damn, this was a good night,” Lissha said as she poured the money out on the table.

“Bitch, them niggas almost killed our asses.”

“No bitch
you
almost killed me. I was like well damn.”

“Well, I had to go up top on that nigga to get yo ass outta there,” Treebie said, placing the bricks on the counter.

“Next time warn a bitch you almost took the side of my face off.” Lissha began to count.

“I hear your crybaby ass,” Treebie said with a smile.

Lissha ignored the good natured joke. “Let’s split this shit up and go drop some weight on Dirty and them. The traps have been dry for almost a week.”

“Damn. Can't that wait until tomorrow? I need to come down off of this high. When I took that nigga's head off, that shit got my panties wet.”

“Eww. TMI.” Lissha scrunched up her face.

“I'm just saying,” Treebie laughed.

Lissha had to chuckle. “Tree, you stupid as hell.”

“I know, that’s why you love me.” She did a little dance in her seat, mocking Lissha.

“Bitch you wish.” Lissha smiled. “Stash the money and let's go drop this work off. Time waits for no one.”

“Okay,” Treebie agreed. “Let’s get cleaned up and roll out.” She began helping Lissha stack the dope back in the bag.

When that was done Lissha and Treebie went upstairs, showered and changed clothes, then cleaned up the basement and collected the stash. As they moved out the front door headed toward Lissha’s car they heard a click clack behind them. The sound was unmistakable. Treebie and Lissha froze in place.

“I knew you bitches weren't shit,” Isaiah grumbled, moving closer to them.

“What the fuck is you doing?” Lissha asked as she realized who the voice belonged to.

“Bitch, don’t say shit to me. I told Kiam and JuJu they couldn’t trust you thirsty bitches.” He held the gun firmly in one hand and reached out and snatched the bag off of Lissha’s shoulder with the other. Then he shoved her forward. “Blood Money, huh?” he remarked with disdain as he tightened his grip on the gun.

Treebie’s heart started beating faster as she prepared to reach for her strap and go out bustin' back but Lissha's cry bought them time.

“Isaiah. Kiam knows all about this why the fuck is you trippin’?” Lissha said, turning in his direction.

“Don’t fucking look at me with yo foul ass,” he spat.

Lissha looked at his unsteady hand and dilated pupils and knew that he was an unstable nigga. “Dude like for real you need to put that shit down and let’s get the fuck outta this cold,” she tried to reason with him.

“Say one more thing and I’ma blow your fuckin' pretty face all over this cold ass ground.”

“Bitch nigga, make another threat.” Treebie couldn't hold back. She turned around and met him face to face. If she was going to die she was going to look him in his eyes.

“That’s what I’m talking about. A bitch that think's she a man.” Isaiah raised the gun.