Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (5 page)

“Who is that Treebie,” Bayonna repeated her unanswered question.

Treebie swallowed her spit. “It’s my husband, Bay.”

“Oh, shit. What happened?” Bayonna also moved in closer. Wa'leek's whole chest was opened up.

“I came home and he had found everything in the basement’s cabinet: guns, masks and voice distorters. He knew everything,” Treebie said, looking over at Lissha.

“What we gonna do?” Lissha put the ball in Treebie’s court.

“We gotta do like Bayonna said tighten our shit up and get rid of the only thing that connects us to Blood Money.” She pointed at Wa’leek. “We gotta stay strong. We all we got,” Treebie said as they looked in her direction.

Lissha nodded her head up and down and Bayonna was stuck shaking hers from side to side.

“This shit is fucked up,” Bayonna said again as she realized that things were going to only get worse. Kiam was no fool and her girls apparently had more than she could imagine hiding behind their pretty smiles. “This is too fucking much. I need some fresh air.” She sighed heavily as she left out of the room.

Lissha and Treebie stood there silently. Finally Lissha threw her hands up and headed for the door too. Treebie reached out and snatched her by the arm, turning her around.

“Bitch, what is your problem?” asked Lissha. She looked down at Treebie's hand on her arm.

Treebie didn't flinch. When she removed her hand off of Lissha it was only to close the door. Then she stepped up in her girl's grill. “Bitch, come clean or I'ma get in that ass.”

Lissha put her hand up and tried to move Treebie back a step but she was planted in that spot. “Talk or fight, bitch,” spat Treebie.

“I don't have shit to say because I haven't did anything. And I'm not doing anymore fighting.” Lissha's hand went inside of her coat. “We can let these tools pop off if it's that serious.”

“Say that.” Treebie's hand went to the small of her back.

Over Treebie's shoulder Lissha caught a glimpse of Wa'leek's body on the bed with his chest turned inside out. That was one hundred percent proof that Treebie's gun didn't hesitate or discriminate.

Lissha was the one to blink. “What are you asking?” she asked, letting her hand fall to her side.

Treebie kept hers where it was, wrapped around the butt of her hammer. “So, you was with Spank, huh?” she set the trap.

Lissha unsuspectingly stepped right into it. “Yeah. I told you that already. If you don't believe me call him and ask him. Not that I owe you an explanation of my whereabouts.”

“You don't but you're lying.”

“Bitch, please. I don't have to lie about nothing I do. Miss me with the accusation.” She brushed past Treebie and snatched the door open.

“Lissha,” Treebie called out. “Wa'leek killed Spank and his girl last night before he came here so you might want to come up with a stronger lie.”

That stopped Lissha in her tracks. She turned around and looked at Treebie, trying to read her. Was she bluffing? Nah, she knew what she claimed to know. Lissha saw that in her face. But she still wasn't confessing her whereabouts.

“Just play your position. This is still Daddy's shit, he's the only one I answer to. Don't get it twisted,” Lissha spat, looking down her nose at Treebie.

“Maybe so, but I'm your sistah. I'll bust this gun for you ‘til the grave but don't leave me in the blind about the way you're moving. Did you kill that girl, yes or muthafuckin’ no?” Treebie again stepped towards her aggressively.

“Bitch, is you
slow
or something? What part of no don't you understand— the N or the O? And back the fuck up out of my face.” Lissha's hand shot up and she mushed Treebie in the mug.

That's all it took to get it cracking. Treebie drew back and popped her dead in the mouth. But Lissha didn't fold, she had to let her know that in order to get some ass she had to bring some. They tore into each other like alley cats. Treebie was throwing knockout blows; Lissha's arms were flailing.

The fight quickly spilled out into the living room where they fell over an end table with Treebie ending up on top.

“Stop it!” Bayonna screamed. She rushed over and used all of her might to pull Treebie off of Lissha before she inflicted serious damage.

Lissha got up huffing and puffing, and the look on her face was one of a die-hard fighter.

“She saved your ass,” smirked Treebie, looking at her victoriously.

“No bitch, she saved
your
ass, I'm just getting crunk.” Lissha kicked off her heels and pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

“Oh, you want some more? Are you serious?” Treebie's eyes hardened. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the couch. Her stomach was well-toned below her sports bra. She crooked a finger a Lissha.
“Come get some, bitch.”

Lissha was about that life. Even if she didn't win, she never ran from fight. She threw up her fists and came flying at Treebie. Bayonna jumped between them, catching the brunt of their blows.

“Y'all stop this shit!” she wailed, as she managed to wrap her arms around Lissha's waist and pull her back.

“Bitch, you was about to get knocked the fuck out,” Treebie hurled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Lissha smirked. “You wish.”

After a minute or two of fierce stares and tearful pleading from Bayonna, they both calmed the fuck down.

“We can't be fighting each other!” Bayonna cried. “Kiam is going to be problem enough. I don't know which one of you killed his girl and I don't want to know, but y'all need to get your stories together or we might as well kill him too because that nigga is about to go ham.”

Lissha looked from Bayonna to Treebie. “I told y'all I didn't do it,” she uttered unconvincingly.

“The mere fact that Kiam is still breathing is proof that I didn't kill his bitch,” Treebie reaffirmed.

“It doesn’t even matter. Let's get a concrete story together and get ready to face this fool,” said Bayonna.

She had witnessed the anger in Kiam's heart so she knew that regardless to how concrete of a story they concocted, there was no way to guarantee that Kiam wouldn't execute them on sight. She desperately tried to convey that to them.

“Hmph! I ain't no punk. Me and that nigga will kill each other,” snorted Treebie as she rechecked her clip then slid the gun back in the small of her back.

Bayonna and Lissha checked their weapons as well.

Treebie headed back into the bedroom to fix her hair and freshen up. Entering the room she stopped and stared at her husband's dead body. A moment of regret threatened to crack her hard exterior but Treebie fought it off. As she stood in the mirror pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Lissha's voice came from the doorway.

“Tree, we gotta do something with Wah's body. You can't just leave him there like that.”

“Why not? He's definitely not going anywhere,” she quipped morbidly.

Lissha's mouth fell open. She was just as much of a killah as Treebie, but damn, she thought. There was no way she could've murked Big Zo and remained sane afterwards.
This bitch is the truth,
she silently paid homage to Treebie's gangsta.

Treebie glossed her lips then reached in the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a chrome .380 and an ankle holster. She walked over to the bed and moved Wah's leg out of the way. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed she strapped up.

She stood up, and walked over to Lissha and hugged her. “We're still in this together. We'll talk when things cool down, okay?”

“Fine,” Lissha replied.

They joined Bayonna in the living room where she was whispering into her cell phone. When she saw them she disconnected the call.

“That was JuJu,” she volunteered. “I was letting them know that we're on our way.”

They took a few minutes to rehearse their story. Lissha and Treebie eyed each other suspiciously as they concocted a strong lie to cover the truth about where they had been when Eyez was killed.

Satisfied that their story would withstand the harshest interrogation, the women were all set to go. It was time to face the music but they were prepared for a death dance if
it came to that. But nobody said it had to be
their
blood that was about to be spilled.

“If this shit doesn't hold up I'm pulling out and killing everything with a dick between its legs,” warned Treebie. Turning to Bayonna, she added, “If you're too in love with that young boy to heat up his cabbage you can get it too.”

“I'm boss with my shit. You don't have to question my loyalty,” Bayonna declared.

They looked at Lissha.

“Can you kill Kiam if it comes down to that?” Treebie issued the challenge

Lissha didn't bat one of her long, pretty eyelashes. “Fuck I care about dick I ain't never had.” Standing in a semi-circle, they put their fist on top of each other's. “Blood Money,” they said in unison.

Chapter 4

Deader Than Dead

K
iam and his most trusted men sat around his living room in silence. JuJu was flipping a coin in his hand, over and over again mindlessly. Isaiah was staring at a wall, not seeing anything but red. He was ready to murk some muthafuckaz and it didn't matter who. Next to him Isaac rose up off of the couch and paced the living room with his tool down at his side. The memory of finding Faydrah covered in so much blood ran through his mind and heated up his head. She had literally died in his arms.

Nobody knew what to say. Kiam's anger and grief was too intense to gauge. Last night he had gone out and made the firsts of many feel his pain. The victims of his heat were random niggas whose mouths had uttered the wrong thing in the streets about Kiam's come up.

Kiam had walked up on the first one coming out of a bar on Lee Road and hit him in the face with two shots. JuJu had left an unlucky witness slumped beside the big mouth nigga.

Just an hour later Kiam had stepped out from the side of a house and filled the second victim's chest with .40 caliber death. Then he stood over him and crushed his melon in the snow with the heel of his boot. The man had made the small mistake of wishing Kiam bad to the wrong person.

“Death to all haters,” Kiam had spat as he stared down at his carnage.

The next day Kiam wore an identical look on his face as he sat silently on the couch with Trapstar on his lap whining for Faydrah. Normally Kiam didn't fuck with Trapstar, but holding him now was like holding onto a part of Faydrah. He unconsciously stroked the dog's head
as he recalled how Eyez' whole face had lit up when he surprised her with the puppy.

Trapstar licked his hand as if he somehow understood their connection.

Kiam's eyes roamed around the living room and came to rest on the closed casket that sat near the far wall. He stared at it for a full minute, thinking.
Fuck it! It is what it is now.

His heart was now colder than the bleakest winter.

His hardened gaze moved from the coffin to the spot on the living room floor where his woman and their unborn son had perished. JuJu had tried to clean the carpet but the blood stain was still evident.

“My beautiful Eyez,” mumbled Kiam.

Isaac had told him what Faydrah's last words were. “Ba...by.”

“Our baby,” Kiam uttered.

Bitch made muthafuckaz had forever robbed him of that joy. There would be no cutting of the umbilical cord or holding his little man in his arms as Eyez looked on proudly.

The streets were about to feel his wrath. And to his enemies, real or imagined, he was going to deliver hell on Earth.

Kiam stroked Trapstar's white coat and bit down on his bottom lip to contain the fury inside that was bubbling like boiling water. JuJu turned his head away and wiped at his eyes.

He stood up, walked over to Kiam and placed a hand on his shoulder. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway put them all on alert. JuJu whipped out his Desert Eagle and moved to the window. The twins posted up on both sides of the door, whistles ready to sound off.

Kiam sat Trapstar down and grabbed his fo-fo off of the table.

“Relax, Boss,” said JuJu, peeking out of the blinds. “It's Lissha and 'em.”

**********

Bayonna pulled into the driveway first. Lissha parked her BMW behind her and turned off her headlights as they waited for Treebie to arrive before going inside.

Treebie turned onto the block a short while later and parked her truck at the curb.

She stepped down from the SUV and met her girls in the driveway. In a hushed tone she issued a hurried reminder. “Remember, we're going up in here as three and we're coming out as three. If one of us dies all of us go tonight, and we take somebody to hell with us. Is that understood?”

“You're damn right,
” Lissha agreed without hesitation as the strong winter wind blew through her hair.

“All for one and one for all,
” added Bayonna, ducking her head against the chill.

Treebie looked at her
'bout it bitches
and felt reassured that they were prepared for whatever mood Kiam was in. If she could smash her own husband, Kiam could certainly get it.