Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (25 page)

The compliment brought a smile to Lissha's face. She was ready to jump up and murk anyone that he pointed out.

Kiam looked over at Bay, who was sitting on JuJu's lap rubbing his arm affectionately.  “Once I holla at Riz, Bayonna, you will roll out of town with JuJu to handle that. The shipment will be our largest yet so y'all gotta go pick it up and bring it back with no problems.”

“You already know how we do,” she replied.

“Indeed.”

Kiam turned back to Treebie and held her stare. “What I need you to do is most important and it's very dangerous,” he said as he validated risking her in his mind.

“That's how I like it,” she confirmed. She pulled out her lighter, sparked a blunt, and put some weed smoke in the air as she waited for Kiam to define her mission.

“Wolfman,” he said.

The name alone brought a whole different mood into the room. Every one of them despised Wolfman and lived for the day they could shove a gun in his mouth and send his thoughts up to the sky.

“Nigga, you're about to make me cum,” said Treebie, wiggling around in her seat. “Just tell me how dirty you want me to do him.”

Kiam shook his head
no
. That was not the game plan. “I know you're a beast, ma, but I don't want you to try to touch him yourself. That bitch ass nigga is mine. I just want you to put your ear to the streets and find out where he's at.”

“Aww. I don't get to play?” she frowned and passed the blunt to Lissha.

“You'll get to bust your gun because when you find that muthafucka we're killing everything around him,” Kiam said with venom dripping off of his statement.

When the meeting adjourned everyone was feeling Kiam's agenda. The streets was surely about to find out that he was back.

**********

The pickup from Riz went down without a hitch and when the drugs arrived in Cleveland, it was back to business. The traps were soon booming again and any nigga that had set up shop in Kiam's territories while the drought was on was given two choices: get the fuck off the block or get put on their ass. Most knew not to test his
gangsta but the few that tried would have to tell their stories in the afterlife.

“You're a beast, baby,” Lissha said one night when she was laying in his arms after a torrid round of sex during which he had sat her on the edge of the bathroom sink and fogged up the mirror.

“I tried to tell you to be careful of what you ask for,” he boasted afterwards.

“Nigga, you ain't do shit,” she teased.

“Yeah, right. Get your butt up and go hook me up something to eat. You have to pay for that good dick I just gave you,” he joked back.

“Okay, Daddy.”

Kiam's mouth tightened. “I'm not your daddy,” he said.

“
Sorry,” Lissha apologized. But his reaction cemented her decision not to confess her betrayal.

Chapter 34

When It Rains It Pours

A
s one month ended and a new one rolled in Kiam had reestablished his stronghold on the city's dope game. Wolfman hadn't resurfaced so there was no team powerful enough to compete with his. Money was rolling in hand over fist and nigga's on his squad were eating and riding good.

But it would be short-lived because the feds were lurking, patiently building ironclad cases against the entire organization. The information that they were being fed was so accurate they almost knew when Kiam took a shit and wiped his ass. The only reason they hadn't moved in and snatched up him and his entire team was because they hadn't attained enough evidence on some of his associates yet.

The first chink in Kiam's armor came when two of his drug houses were raided on the same day. A week later Dirty got pulled over with ten bricks in his truck. Before Kiam could bail him out of jail the spot on Miles Road got hit. And the next day the house on Hayden Road out in East Cleveland was raided.

The losses were huge and the bonds were high. Kiam always tried to get his souljahs out on bail as quickly as possible because he knew that the longer you let a nigga sit in jail the more likely they would flip.

It came out that Dirty had gotten popped on a gun charge before any of the raids began so his comrades began questioning whether or not he was working with po po to get the gun charge dismissed.

Kiam didn't think so but he wondered why Dirty hadn't told them about it. As soon as he made bond they were going to have to talk about that. In the meantime, Kiam had to make a move to offset his losses.

He went to his stash and spent all day counting up. By the time he left he was weary from seeing money but he was prepared to invest half of his bank, $2,500,000.00 on a re-up.

At home, while Lissha prepared dinner, Kiam hit Riz up and they set up the shipment.

**********

Bones and his right hand Dro drove to the designated location with their faces tight and their guns cocked and locked on their waist. Bones couldn't understand why Riz would keep fucking with Kiam and his crew when he clearly didn't trust them. He concluded that it was the two and a half million dollars Kiam was spending that made Riz go against his instinct. Bones could understand that but it wasn't Riz's head on the chopping block if anything went foul—it was his.

“I want to switch cars with these muthafuckaz and be right back on the road. I don't even want the tires to cool off,” Bones remarked as he pushed on towards their exit.

“
You ain't gotta tell me twice. I hate this trip. This that bullshit I don't like.” Dro was past grouchy and because it was a drop and pickup he couldn't smoke until they got back. His mood was anybody could get it.

Bones nodded and exited on the right.

Bayonna put her head back on the seat and took short breaths as she tried to convince her stomach that this was not the time to be sending her meal in reverse.

JuJu looked over at how uncomfortable she was and he too became uneasy. “Baby, you straight?” he asked as he pushed the rental down the highway.

“
I'll be fine,” she stated dryly, rubbing his arm as she kept her gaze out the window.

JuJu didn't push the issue. He had been watching her for the last couple of days and her random headaches and the sudden change in her sleeping pattern had him
worried. He had charged it to her mother's health issue and tucked it away but on the real he was worried about his baby girl.

As JuJu turned onto the exit he began to look for the Exxon gas station where they were making the exchange with Bones. He spotted it up on the right and headed toward it, anxious to make the transaction and get Bay back home.
I'm making her go get a checkup as soon as we get back.

Bones was already parked and waiting in the U-haul truck.

“You ready, ma?” JuJu asked, pulling right in front of the store and deading the engine.

“
Always.” Bayonna turned toward him and braved a smile.

“You know I love you, right?
”

“
Yes, and I love you more,” she replied.

“
Let me taste those lips so I know it's real.” JuJu leaned over and she met him halfway.

After they shared a quick passionate kiss they climbed out of the car ready to take care of business. Bones and Dro hopped down from the truck.

Bayonna stood by JuJu's side as the men swapped instructions. Her forehead was wet with perspiration and she felt like she was about to pass out. She put her hand on JuJu's arm.

JuJu looked over at her and his face filled with concern.

“I'll be right back.” She put her hand on her stomach.

“
You alright?”

“
Yeah let me go get some ginger ale real quick.” She reached inside her jacket and passed him her banger then she hurried inside and went straight for the bathroom. As soon as she entered the stall she threw up all over the place. When she could finally stand she rinsed her face and put her head against the door and tried to regain her composure.

JuJu slid Bay's ratchet on his waistband next to his own. He and Bones exchanged keys then pulled the vehicles to the gas pump to prepare for the long rides back.

“
Your girl look fucked up. You might want to check on her,” Bones said as he lifted the nozzle from the pump.

“
Nah, she straight. You know Bay is a rider.” JuJu said as he began to pump gas into the U-haul.

“
Look like all that late night loving might have caught up with her,” Bones stated with a chuckle. He had been down that road a few times and the signs were obvious to him.

JuJu didn't respond he didn't like Bones well enough to chum it up with that nigga and he didn't believe in fake kickin' it. But he damn sure ran all of Bay's symptoms back in his mind and wondered if there was any accuracy to the man's words.

JuJu looked up at the store and watched as she moved from the cooler to the counter carrying her array of snacks. He smiled as he replaced the nozzle to its resting place. His shorty might not have felt well but she was a trooper.

After both vehicles were gassed up Bones asked JuJu to pop the trunk and let him see the dough.

“Nigga, ain't nobody tryna be out here on Front Street. If you don't trust me you can give me my keys back and be out.”

Bones grilled him but had to let it ride because Riz trusted that those muthafucka's money would be right.
“If it's a dollar short I'ma come looking for you personally,” he said.

“
And if you're a half of gram short you ain't gon' have to look for me, I'ma kick in your door.”

Anticipating drama Dro put his hand in his jacket and moved in.

JuJu lifted the bottom of his shirt just a bit allowing him a peek at the butts of his fo-fo and the Glock .50. “What's up, Bleed, you wanna draw?”

“Don't be so quick to beef Junior. Life is short enough without rushing death.” Dro was about that life too.

A camper pulled in the gas station followed by a bread truck and a van. JuJu let his shirt fall and smiled at Bones and his boy. “Next time,” he promised.

As they turned to climb in their vehicles all hell broke loose. The back door of the bread truck flew open and DEA agents poured out barking commands, wielding guns and rifles that could penetrate steel.

“Police! Get on the ground!” they shouted.

Enforcements jumped out of the van and the camper.

From inside the store Bay looked out of the window and the gas station was flooded with cops.

Bones threw his hands above his head then went down to his knees in meek surrender. But JuJu and Dro's hearts didn't pump estrogen, they pumped an overload of testosterone and their balls hung to the ground.

JuJu whipped out both of his whistles and quickly ducked down behind the truck as the cops tried to take his head off. Dro dived inside the rental and threw the gear in drive but he had to remain low as bullets shattered glass and peppered the body of the car. As he tried to speed away, firing shots out of the window, a police cruiser came flying from across the street and slammed into the side of the rental. It spun around twice then flipped over on its side.

Dro crawled out of the shattered window letting his tool bark back at the cops, but he didn't get to fight back long. They chopped him down with more than forty shots.

Ten yards away JuJu was in a gun battle just as fierce. He already knew how it would end but he didn't give a fuck, he wasn't surrendering. He peeked around the fender and saw Bones punk ass scrambling out of harm's way.
Nigga quick to kill another nigga but bitch up when those boys draw down on him!

He aimed one of his guns at Bones and knocked meat and skull out of that pussy muthafucka's head.

From his position JuJu could still see Bay in the store. She had a hand over her mouth looking out of the window in horror. There was no doubt in his mind that had she not left her banger with him, his girl would've ran out the door squeezing off every bullet in the clip at those bitch ass Jakes.

“I love you, shorty,” he mouthed, though he knew that she couldn't see it. Still it felt good to tell her goodbye.

Now he was ready to go where he had sent dozens of others. He rose to his feet with both guns blazing. “This what the fuck y'all want?” he yelled.

He saw a cop drop from a head shot and he smiled just before they blew his ass to smithereens.

Bayonna's knees buckled as she looked on in fear. Without hesitation she bolted for the doors but felt a pair of strong arms snatch her back. She spun and looked into the face of a middle-aged black man.

“No, don't go out there you might get shot,” said the stranger.

“Let me go!” She screamed and kicked but he wouldn't release her.

Bayonna wrestled in his arms as she screamed JuJu’s name repeatedly. The world was moving in slow motion as she looked out of the door at her boo's tattered body slumped over the hood of the U-haul truck.

“Noooooooo,” she cried as she slipped out of the man's arms and collapsed to the floor. “God why?” She let out a blood curdling scream and her body shook uncontrollably.