Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance (9 page)

One night they were out at a bar when a young nigga pushed up on Lissha. He was drunk and all touchy feely. Big Zo snatched him by the back of the collar and pistol whipped him close to death. That shit turned Lissha the fuck on, and she told herself that she was going to get her a nigga with a gangsta that mirrored Big Zo's.

Being game tight, he quickly picked up on her infatuation with him. First he maneuvered his way into Lissha's heart and mind then in between her legs. The first time it was more like love although they both knew it was wrong. Every time after that, now that she looked back on it, was more like game. The careful way he made sure to begin and end each session with money, gifts, and praise.

When he had her securely in his devious clutch he turned her into a willing spy against the woman that had birthed her. Eventually it was her reports that destroyed Tracey's position in Big Zo's life. Later, when Tracey discovered that she had been replaced by her own daughter, her whole life went into a downward spiral from which she had yet to recover from.

Big Zo had always taken joy in Tracey's demise; he was a vengeful man that would stop at nothing to even a score or to one-up an adversary. Tracey had fucked Wolfman, Big Zo's fiercest rival, what better revenge against her than fucking her daughter? Not only fucking her but
cuffing
her.

Lissha felt sick to her stomach as she realized how masterfully Big Zo had played her.
That muthafucka hadn't ever loved me.
He had purchased her morals and used her to avenge what Tracey had done to him.

The raw truth assaulted her like a putrid scent invading her nostrils. Lissha slightly swerved as she pulled over to the shoulder of the interstate, jumped out
of her car and ran close to the wooded area to release the evil that rose up from her gut. She thought about the ruined relationship with her mother that was left in the wake of her betrayal and the many lives that she had taken, all to please him.

Vomit continued to force itself through her lips like hot lava while the pain of her deceit grabbed ahold of her heart and squeezed. She was still heaving even when there was nothing left in her stomach to regurgitate.

She rose up, wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, and turned her head away from the puddle in the snow at her feet. A chilling gush of air blew across her face like a cold slap of reality. It was then that she realized she needed to turn all this shit around. Everything Daddy had taught her was now going to be used to destroy him and to make sure his ruthless, narcissistic ass never tasted freedom again.

She couldn't respect the ho ass nigga that he had become behind bars, plotting a loyal nigga's downfall to regain his freedom. A true boss would never make moves like that. In her eyes Big Zo was no longer worthy of her loyalty. The nigga that deserved her total dedication was Kiam. Lissha made a vow to herself to do everything in her power to protect him and see that he rose to the top.

She looked down at her wrist and saw the platinum and diamond Tiffany watch that Big Zo had bought her a month before he got knocked and it made her skin crawl. She gritted her teeth, took it off, and slung it as far as she could.

Tears flowed down her face and her chest heaved in and out as she removed rings from her fingers and false illusions from her mind. Together she dropped them on the ground and crushed them in the snow. She pulled herself together and moved back to her car, walking with a new purpose.

Pulling the passenger side door open she reached in and grabbed her cell phone and a bottle of water. She took the water to her mouth, gargled and spat, then dialed Big Zo.

“Yeah, what's up?” he answered sourly.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she cooed.

There was no response for a minute or so but Lissha could hear him breathing. Finally, he let out a long sigh. “I knew my baby girl wouldn’t let me down,” he said. “Now tell me the truth, did you fuck that nigga?”

“No, Daddy.”
Not yet.

“Okay. Do I still have your loyalty?” he asked as he looked out of the window of his cell at nothing but tall razor wire fences and guard towers.

“Yes, Daddy, always. Just tell me what you need me to do and it’s done.”

“Baby girl, just stick to the plan. I promise when this is all over Daddy is going to make you real happy.” He paused. “I know it’s hard on you, I can’t hold you and make love to you, but it’s almost over. Just ride with me on this. That nigga is about to do the type of shit that will seal his fate and unlock ours. That's what this is all about, right?”

“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you need I got you,” she confirmed.

“Alright. Hit me when you get in. I love you.”

“I love you more,” she said then disconnected the call.

**********

Big Zo hurriedly dialed a number.

“Hello?”

“Hold up on that, I think she's back in the fold,” he said.

“Are you sure, Daddy?” the female asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, but if that bitch wavers again I'm putting two in her head. We're too close for her bullshit.”

“Yes, baby we are. And I promise you that if she gives me another reason to doubt her loyalty I'll give you the go ahead and next time I won't call it off.”

“Please don't,” she replied with disappointment. Killing Lissha would be more fun than a day at the park.

“I won't,” he assured her. “Now take that clip out of your gun and let this play itself out. I love you.”

“Love you too, Daddy. Bye.”

“Bye, baby.”

Big Zo hung up and sat down on his bunk, envisioning freedom that he hoped wouldn't be too far away.

**********

Lissha was back on the road with a plan fermenting in her mind. She hit Treebie up but was sent to voice mail. She hung up and called right back. The phone rang several times before Treebie clicked over.

“Speak,” she slurred as she inhaled deep on her blunt.

Lissha got straight to the point. “I need to see you as soon as I get back to the city.”

“A’ight. What time you pulling in?” Treebie asked, looking down at her watch.

“In about three hours,” she said, taking her speed up to ninety miles per hour.

“Okay, I'll be here.”

Lissha pushed her whip hard until she hit Treebie’s door. When she stepped out the car, her master plan was intact.
From now on niggas better do more than watch their backs.

When Treebie pulled the door open and saw Lissha with puffy red eyes she knew that the visit with Big Zo must have gone very wrong.

“You good, LiLi?” Treebie asked.

“Yeah, I’m straight. I just had a hell of an epiphany,” she stated, moving towards the couch while removing her coat.

Treebie locked the door and set her alarm. “So what’s up?” She pulled her sweater closed and sat in the lounge chair and grabbed her wine glass.

“Bitch what you in here doing, having a date with yourself?” Lissha looked around at the candles and the wine glass in Treebie's hand.

“Sheeitt. A bitch been in here horny and regretful,” Trebbie chuckled.

“Well, you and that happy ass trigger finger,” Lissha laughed then reached in and grabbed the blunt and lit it up.

“I know, right? I should have at least bronzed the dick and tucked it away for kitty fun.”

Lissha choked on the blunt as she busted out into laughter. “You need help,” she said, grabbing the wine bottle by the neck and taking it to the head.

“So what’s good?” Treebie was interested in what Lissha had cooked up.

Lissha took a deep breath then went in. “Tree, we been in this shit for a long time. We’ve seen the best come and the hardest fall.” She paused, took another swig, and then continued. “I don’t want to die over no bullshit.” She looked up into Treebie’s eyes.

Treebie nodded.

“We need to do those last licks that Spank had set up. Get that loot and get the fuck outta here.” She brought the blunt to her mouth and inhaled deeply.

“Yeah, I think we done fucked Cleveland raw. Pussy won’t even get wet no more.”

“We need to make this pussy cum a few more times before we blow though,” Lissha stated.

“So what’s on the table?” Treebie asked as her wheels started churning.

“Spank gave us these niggas out in Warrensville Heights. It’s supposed to be a big lick but we need the whole team on deck.” Lissha gave Treebie a stern eye.

Treebie took a sip from her glass. “I been feeling a certain way about Bay. That bitch been up in that little nigga ass so tight if he shit, it gotta pay her a toll on the way out,” Treebie slurred.

Lissha looked at her with a wrinkled brow then they burst out laughing. “Bitch, you stupid,” Lissha blurted as the visual played in her mind.

“I’m serious as hell.”

“I know and on the real she ain’t been right since you killed Donella. We all gotta be on point. We got niggas gunning for us on all sides,” Lissha reminded.

“Yeah, I know. It's only a matter of time before Riz pops up and gets shit going,” Treebie said, sitting up and taking the blunt from Lissha’s hand.

“Treebie, I know we have had our fallouts and we don’t always see eye to eye but just know I have always been one hundred with you and regardless of how this shit may end up falling I love you.” Lissha professed.

“I know LiLi. I love you too and I got your back.” She looked over at Lissha with a probing eye. She sensed that her girl was conflicted and, if so, that could only involve Big Zo and Kiam.

Lissha could feel Treebie trying to read her. For a fraction of a second she thought about revealing everything but she recalled what that had gotten Wa'leek. The words that had been on the tip of her tongue slid to the back of her throat.

Treebie locked eyes with her. “Whatever you have going on just make sure that while you’re planning the cross you don’t end up crossing the wrong muthafucka,” she warned.

Lissha took a deep breath and laid her head back on the couch. After a pregnant pause she sighed heavily and said, “I am trying to make shit right, Treebie. I just pray that I haven’t gone too far to turn back.”

No words spoken were ever more prophetic.

Chapter 11

Where Angels Sing

P
rophecy was playing out in abundance. Big Zo had predicted that Faydrah's killing would set Kiam off and no truer words had ever left the mouth of a fake ass nigga. Only two weeks had passed since Faydrah was laid to rest and already the death toll had reached frightening proportions.

Kiam, JuJu and the twins were leaving bodies sprawled out in the snow, slumped over in vehicles, and stinking inside of warm houses that would never be a home again. With each new kill, Kiam personally delivered to Ms. Combs a copy of the story in the local section of the newspaper, confirming that the streets were indeed bleeding for what they had done to her baby.

Nobody was immune from Kiam's guns, he hit known enemies as well as their associates and anyone else that may have had a reason to cause him pain. Wolfman had lost a soldier or two to Kiam's vengeance but he had struck back quickly, ordering the gas bombing of one of Kiam's drug spots on Hayden Road in East Cleveland. The sudden rash of killings had sent the meek into hiding and the mighty into a huddle to strategize on how they were going to withstand his fury.

At night the streets looked like a ghost town as Kiam's wrath caused a collective tremble from downtown to the suburbs, and daylight wasn't much safer. The sun didn't stop true killahs from lying in wait.

Kiam followed the black Buick Enclave as it left the Mentor Mall. He was holding a conversation on the phone with Dontae but his focus remained fixed on the SUV which was two cars ahead of him. “What's up, Bleed?”

“We need to have a sit down,” said Dontae, sounding very serious.

“About what?” Kiam's tone was even. As far as he knew everything was supposed to be good between them.

“Not on the phone. Let's get together soon; someplace we'll both feel safe,” offered Dontae.

Kiam lifted an eyebrow. “Do we have some type of problem, bruh?” he asked as he stopped at a red light that had caught him and the Enclave.

“I hope not but we'll talk like men, face to face. Where would you feel comfortable?” asked Dontae.

Kiam chuckled. “Bleed, I'm comfortable anywhere I go but that's just me. I'm not a scary nigga. Since you seem to be shaking over there, you pick a place and time and I'll be there.”

“Hmph,” Dontae remarked but otherwise ignored the slight insult. He gave Kiam a date, time, and place for them to meet.

“I'll be there,” said Kiam.

After they hung up he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and quickly replayed the short conversation in his head. Why in the fuck would Dontae feel threatened? he asked himself as dime-sized snowflakes fell from the sky and melted on his windshield.

In the passenger seat JuJu slammed a 50 round clip in his Calico and housed one in the chamber. His visage was hard, but his body was relaxed. Murder was set in his eye and his heart wasn't the place for pardons. Killing was like brushing his teeth, he didn't have to give it a second thought.