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  “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

  Kiam 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 t
heir 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.

  “Let's go see what's on this nigga's mind,” she said.

  When they stepped it was in unison, one behind the other. Femme Fatales ready for whatever a nigga had on his mind. Their heels clicked with each step and their hearts beat a cacophony of fearlessness.

  The door swung open almost as soon as Lissha pressed the bell. She stepped into the house followed closely by Treebie with Bayonna bringing up the rear.

  The twins greeted them with a stiff hello but neither of the girls took offense. Bayonna stepped around them and hugged JuJu. “You okay, bae?”

  The softness in her voice and in her eyes disguised the truth. If any gunplay popped off she would ride with her bitches not him.

  “I'm a'ight,” JuJu replied. It was no secret that he stood firmly on Kiam's side.

  Behind them Treebie's face was stone but her eyes and instincts were alert. She felt an immediate tenseness in the room that rushed up on her like a whoosh of stale, hot air.

  Lissha made a beeline straight for Kiam who was seated on the couch with his fo-fo in hand and a bottle of Jack on the table in front of him. She leaned over and hugged him. “I'm so sorry,” she said, sounding genuine.

  Kiam saw the tears well up in her eyes but he wasn't sold on their authenticity. Crocodiles always appeared to be crying.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  Kiam ignored her question.

  “Y'all sit the fuck down and start explaining where y'all been all day.”

  Lissha sat next to him on the couch. Bayonna squeezed into an overstuffed chair across from them with JuJu. The twins remained standing, posted up around the room.

  Treebie remained standing too. She placed her back against the wall and watched everyone closely.

  Kiam noted her paranoia but he said nothing. If her guilt became obvious he would address it with three up top.

  Lissha took his hand in hers and spoke first. “Kiam,” she said, looking him squarely in the eyes. “Faydrah and I might have had our differences but I knew how much you loved her. I would never touch you like that, baby.”

  Kiam knocked her hand off of him. “Don't touch me,” he gritted. “I hear all that sweet shit but what I wanna know is where the fuck were you at.”

  “I was with Treebie. We went to meet with a lawyer for Daddy out in Akron. He's supposed to be the best appeal lawyer in the state, but he said that he doesn't think he can help Daddy.”

  “We were depressed after that so we went back to my house and got fucked up,” Treebie cut in.

  “Did Big Zo know that y'all were meeting with the attorney?”

  The wrong answer was going to get their wigs pushed back.

  Lissha replied, “No, I don't tell Daddy things like that because I don't like to get his hopes up.”

  Bayonna had prepped them well.

  Kiam fired one question after another at them, trying to trip them up, but they had their story down pat. Kiam let out a heavy sigh and relented—for now. He turned his head towards the casket that sat across the room and everyone's eyes followed his gaze.

  Like her girls, Lissha had noticed the black coffin as soon as they entered the house. Now she asked the question that was on her mind. Why had he chosen black to bury Faydrah in?

  “I would think a softer color would be more appropriate,” she opined.

  Kiam chuckled.

  “What was the rush to pick out the casket?” Bayonna chimed in.

  Treebie remained quiet, she had a feeling that the casket wasn't for Faydrah at all. She eased her hand behind her back and wrapped it around her Nine. If that nigga thought he was putting her in that muthafucka, he should've bought two because his ass was going to need one, fucking with her.

  Isaac stepped towards Treebie with his strap already out. “Let me get that,” he said.

  Treebie was tempted to test his gangsta but looked in his eyes and thought better of it. She recognized a killah when he was in her presence. She slid the burner out and gave it up without protest.

  Isaac grinned.

  Treebie did too, but inwardly, as she felt the weight of her spare gun on her ankle. Sleep on a bitch if you want to.

  Lissha and Bayonna looked at each other nervously.

  “If I wanted y'all muthafuckaz dead it would be done already,” said Kiam, rising up from the couch. “Follow me,” he commanded.

  The twins held their posts while JuJu remained seated, they already knew what Kiam was about to disclose.

  Lissha and Bayonna followed Kiam across the room wondering how he had managed to get Faydrah's body from the morgue so soon. Out of mere curiosity Treebie joined them in front of the casket.

  Kiam's expression was hard as granite but they could still hear the grief in his voice as soon as he began to speak. “A lot of people are going to pay for what happened,” he said.

  He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the loss that he had suffered tugged at his heart and strained his voice. He placed his palms on top of the coffin.

  “Beginning tonight I'm murdering any and everybody that I have beef with. The nigga inside this casket is supposed to be like a brother to me. We grew up under the same roof but I don't trust his bitch ass so he has to die. Let what I'm about to do to him be a lesson to any muthafucka in this room that might think about betraying me.”

  Kiam opened the lid of the casket and looked down at DeMarcus. He was bound and gagged, his face was hideously swollen, and one eye hung out of its socket in a grotesque manner, resembling
an egg yolk. But he was still alive.

  When Lissha peered inside the casket she almost fainted, and it was not because of the blood and gore. She steadied her legs but her mouth remained open.

  DeMarcus looked up out of the one eye that wasn't gauged out, hoping that she was his reprieve, but that wasn't happening. Lissha had a vested interest in his immediate death.

  She looked from DeMarcus to Kiam. “If this nigga called himself your brother and violated you, this is what I think of him.” She leaned inside the casket and spat in DeMarcus' face. Take that to hell with you.

  DeMarcus squirmed around and muttered out pleading sounds as he saw her whip out her ratchet. Kiam reached to remove the gag out of his mouth; he wasn't too cold to not allow the nigga a few last words. But the bitch beside him could not chance what DeMarcus might know.

  Lissha aimed the whistle inside the casket, and blasted him in the head and chest. Boc! Boc! For insurance she put another shot in his thinker.

  Blood and bits of skull splashed up in her face.

  She turned to Kiam and proclaimed, “Fuck whatever that nigga had to say. Your enemies are my enemies, baby.”

  She took a final look at DeMarcus and let her gun bark again. Boc! Boc! Boc!

  Now DeMarcus was deader than dead and Lissha was determined not to let Kiam find out why she hadn't wanted to chance letting him speak.

  Chapter 5

  Saying Goodbye

  Kiam stood looking down inside the casket, but this time it was with a heavy heart. The church was packed with Faydrah's extended family, friends from her professional life, and with a horde of street types that came out of respect for Kiam. Silent tears ran down his handsome but weary brown face and dripped onto the soft blue dress that Faydrah was being sent home in.

  The organist strummed a song that was likened to a chorus of angels crying. Ms. Combs wails could be heard over all other sounds. “My baby,” she cried. “Lord Jesus, why did you take my only child? You said that if I served You faithfully, I would receive Your blessings. Is this how You treat Your child?” she challenged.