Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance Page 6

  And what hurts Kiam definitely hurts JuJu.

  No sooner than the thought ran through her mind JuJu confirmed it.

  “I need you to keep it gully with me no matter what. The one thing I can’t deal with is a crooked tongue and dirty hands.” JuJu paused and looked over at her.

  Bayonna lifted her head from his shoulder and connected with his gaze. “I got you, no matter what. I promise to have your back.” She gave him a stern look.

  “Who holds your loyalty, me or your girls?” He put her on the spot.

  “Baby, it doesn't ever have to come down to that, they're my girls and you're my man. One relationship doesn't prohibit the other. I'm loyal to this thing of ours and if a bitch or a bitch nigga on our team violates I'll make them pay with their life. It doesn't matter who that is, disloyalty will be met with death.”

  JuJu nodded his understanding then looked down at the floor as he began processing all the blood that would be shed over Kiam’s losses. Killing for personal reasons was usually not his get down but Faydrah was more than Kiam’s woman she was family and the way they touched her was definitely unforgivable.

  A nagging thought resurfaced in his mind. He looked deeper into Bayonna's eyes and asked a question that would test her sincerity because the one thing he couldn't afford to do was sleep with the enemy. “Can you swear to me that Lissha or Treebie didn't kill Faydrah?” he asked.

  Bayonna considered her answer before speaking. Finally, she said. “Baby, I wasn't with them that day so I can't swear to you that neither of them did it. But I can tell you that nothing will ever convince me that they did.”

  JuJu had to respect that.

  He leaned further back on the couch and sighed. What he wanted more than anything right now was to serve Kiam the culprit's head on a platter, literally.

  Bayonna saw the determination in his eyes. She also could see the stress on his baby face and his loyalty to Kiam was a big turn on.

  “I want to make you feel better, baby,” Bayonna cooed while sliding her hand down his leg and reaching for his zipper. “Let me relieve some of your stress.”

  JuJu didn't refuse the offer; he knew that once the bloodshed began they would be going hard. Right now he needed something soft.

  As soon as Bayonna touched him, he felt himself stiffen. Bayonna positioned herself at his feet and pulled his dick from its encloser. She looked up at him with a low gaze. “Lay back.”

  JuJu sat back and rested his arm on a pillow next to him. He looked on as Bayonna’s petite hands stroked along his length.

  Bayonna slowly ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his dick. JuJu took in a little air as she placed his steel between her wet lips and tightened her jaws.

  Bayonna reached up and placed her hands on his waist and brought his pulsating rod in and out her mouth sloppy wet with every motion. When she rotated her head and tightened her grip around his thickness a slight hiss left JuJu’s lips.

  “Ssss. Suck that dick, baby,” he mumbled, placing his hand on the back of her head.

  Bayonna complied, taking him to the back of her throat allowing her saliva to slide down his shaft onto his nuts. She gripped firmly around the base, released him from her jaws and ran her tongue over his balls then sucked along his thickness, taking him back into her mouth. Fast quick motions caused JuJu to grip the collar of her shirt as the feeling to release rose in his gut.

  “Damn, ma,” he moaned on heavy breath.

  Knowing he was right on the edge, Bayonna stopped and stood up, lifting her skirt over her butt. “I want you to come in your pussy, baby,” she panted then turned and bent over, grabbing the edge of the coffee table.

  Barely able to stand JuJu rose to his feet and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles.

  Bayonna licked her fingers and rubbed her throbbing clit in anticipation of feeling him deep inside of her.

  JuJu spread her cheeks and slid all the way in.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned as he gripped her hips and pulled her into his forceful push.

  Bayonna was on fire. The more he stroked the hotter and wetter her pussy became.

  “Touch them toes for daddy.” JuJu pushed her back down as he stroked from side to side watching his dick get wetter with every stroke.

  “I feel it coming, baby,” she cried out.

  “You feel it?”

  “Yes. Yes baby I feel it.” She closed her eyes tightly holding her ankles.

  “Make me cum Bay,” he commanded pulling her back and forth into his thrust.

  Bayonna tightened her pussy muscles and rotated her hips. JuJu had her on the brink. “Come in your pussy baby. I need to feel you,” she panted.

  “You want me to come in my pussy?” he mumbled.

  “Yes. Come deep in your pussy, baby,” she moaned as she began to release hot sticky juices all over his dick.

  JuJu’s knees buckled when her pussy began to contract sending heat through his whole body. He pushed deep inside of her and let it rain.

  Bayonna held the edge of the table and pushed all the way back into him and slowly rotated her waist calling for him to give her every drop.

  JuJu stood still enjoying the softness of her ass up against his legs. He slid his hand down between her legs then brought his fingers to his mouth. “Just like I thought, sweet as hell.”

  Bayonna turned and looked at him over her shoulder and licked her lips. Even though round one was finished she was nowhere near done.

  “You act like you want me to put my pussy out of commission.”

  “I want you to make your pussy feel good, let me have your pain baby,” she moaned.

  JuJu looked into her hungry eyes and instantly his dick rocked back up. He pulled his dick out to the tip then slid back into her warm and wet kitty.

  Bayonna moaned loudly as he searched then tickled her spot. She knew that she needed to do whatever it took to make sure all his aching turned into pleasure. And it was her hope that the shit going on around them didn’t kill the bond they shared. She was prepared to die with all of her secrets, but she prayed that they would remain hidden long enough for her to erase anyone who threatened to unveil them.

  Chapter 8

  Confirmation

  Kiam opened his eyes and looked over at the empty spot next to him and his heart began to pump quickly in his chest. He reached out and rubbed his hand over the cold sheets and the sting of her absence hit his stomach. Faydrah’s laughter was replaced with tears and her smile was replaced with a permanent scowl on Kiam’s face that he vowed to maintain until her killer's body lay cold in the ground.

  He forced himself to sit up then he planted his feet on the hardwood floor. His pain worsened when he looked around the room at the many boxes that contained her things. He didn't like having to pack up and move because this had been their home, but the enemy knew where he laid his head and it would've been foolish of him to remain there.

  As he moved to the bathroom he kept his gaze forward trying to dismiss the emotions that overloaded his mind.

  Before going into the bathroom he grabbed his tool off of the dresser and carried it to the shower with him. I'm not playing no games with these niggas.

  Kiam sat the semi-automatic .45 down right outside of the shower and stepped inside. He turned on the hot water in an effort to rejuvenate his spirit. His mind flashed to the day he stepped out of prison with a mission in mind. He had always known that when you played at this level of the game it could go either way; sometimes you murder the game and sometimes the game slayed you. But damn, it hurt like hell when you lost the ones you loved most.

  He took a few deep breaths then lathered his cloth and ran it over his body. “I’ma kill all them muthafuckaz,” he vowed as an evil gleam settled in his eyes.

  He put Faydrah’s memories in a sacred place in his heart then turned every other part pitch black. His new motto was, No mercy. Even death needed to be afraid of him and the devil himself was getting a new name—Kiam Adkins, to be exact.

>   He washed and rinsed then stepped out to start his day. Once he was fully dressed he moved about his house packing the last of his things in boxes. He was on a serious mission and he wasn’t letting nothing stand in his way.

  Buzz. Buzz.

  Kiam sat the tape down and picked up his gun and moved to the window and looked outside. His eyes settled on Lissha who had her arms folded battling the cold as she waited for him to open the door. Kiam took a good look up and down the street before leaving the window and heading to the door.

  Lissha raised her finger to the bell to ring it again just as Kiam clicked the locks.

  Kiam stared at her with a suspicious eye then looked past her to check the area again.

  Lissha looked down at his shiny black tool then up into his eyes. There was coldness that she had never seen before. The Kiam she had grown to love and care about had checked out and there was a beast ready to devour its prey dead or alive.

  “Am I coming in or do you want me to wait for you in the car?” she asked lowly, being careful not to say the wrong thing.

  “Nah, come in. I have to do a few things real quick.” His voice was stern and unwavering.

  Lissha moved through the small space he provided and as her body passed him, his scent rose in her nostrils causing her mouth to water.

  Kiam locked the door then followed her into the living room.

  “You need me to do something?” she asked, looking around at the boxes then taking off her leather jacket.

  “Nah, just chill. Let me handle something real quick then I’ll be ready to go to the other house.” He turned and headed up the stairs.

  Lissha took a seat on the couch and continued to eye all the packed items in the room. Death was all over the place; the room was cold and dark. She thought about Gator, Waleek and Donella and now Faydrah. It seemed like death was on her heels and she wondered how long she would be able to keep it off of her ass. After a few moments of sitting there being tormented by her thoughts she got up and headed upstairs.

  Lissha stood in the doorway of Kiam’s bedroom and watched as he slowly placed the last of Faydrah’s items from the dresser in a small box.

  Kiam held a photo of him and her tightly in his grip, staring down at it as if his gaze could bring her back. He took a deep breath and placed the framed picture in the box and closed it up.

  “You okay?” Lissha spoke in a soft and comforting tone.

  “No. But I gotta do what I gotta do.” He sat the box on top of several others then grabbed his jacket from the bed.

  “Kiam. Do you ever think about getting out?” She threw it on the table.

  “Getting out of what?” He paused and gave her a raised brow.

  Lissha again chose her words carefully. “Can I just talk to you for a minute?” she asked, walking towards him.

  Kiam took a seat on his bed and Lissha sat down next to him. Her mind raced with several thoughts; so many things wanted to fall from her lips but she knew that she would be added to the death toll if she uttered them. She quickly checked herself and began.

  “Look. I understand your loyalty to Daddy and your own convictions. But you have your whole life ahead of you. Is this shit worth dying over?” She looked at the side of his face.

  Kiam heard her but getting out was the furthest thing from his mind.

  “At one point I thought that getting out was an option, but I buried both of my reasons,” he stated coldly.

  Chills went through her whole body. “Kiam...” she said then paused as she thought better of it.

  Kiam looked over at her wondering what had ahold of her tongue. “Say what you gotta say,” he prompted.

  Lissha wanted to let her tongue run eighty miles per hour. She had to calm herself and speak right.

  “You are a determined man. I know you will get each and every one of them. But on the way they are going to get some of us. I don’t want any of us to have to bury someone else that we love.” She put her hand on his leg.

  Kiam looked down at her hand then up into her eyes. “I don’t either, ma, but the reality is they touched and destroyed the best part of me. I can’t leave this muthafucka without their blood on my hands.”

  “Just promise me that if shit starts to stack against you, you will get out,” she pleaded as tears formed in her eyes.

  Kiam felt a lump in his throat as he heard the words from her lips that mirrored Faydrah’s. “I will try. But on the real I don’t give a fuck if I die trying. Life don’t mean shit to me no more. I will do my best to protect you and the crew but I will not stop until my mission is complete.”

  “I understand. Just be careful,” she said, putting her hand on the back of his head.

  Kiam stared in her eyes then pulled her close to him. “I got you, ma,” he proclaimed as Lissha rested her head on his chest.

  “I love you, Kiam. I wish I could take away your pain,” she said as tears of regret slid down her face.

  “I love you too. But we gotta tuck that shit. I can’t let them get to no one else that I love.” He held her firmly in his grasp.

  Lissha lifted her tear stained face and as they got closer, she pulled him to her and attempted to kiss him.

  Kiam jerked his head to the side dodging her lips. The frown on his face warned her not to try that shit again. Lissha lowered her eyes and the pain of rejection stabbed her in the heart.

  “Let’s go,” he said, rising to his feet and reaching down to help her up.

  Lissha allowed him to pull her to her feet. Placing her hands against his chest she looked at him, wanting to say so much but knowing that he was not in the mood for forgiveness. She tore her eyes off of him and walked out of the room.

  Kiam looked at her as she exited his room and a strong thought came to his mind. She was hesitant with her words but quick to offer a kiss.

  Don't you trust that bitch.

  Ms. Combs warning rang loudly in his head and he couldn't shake it out. He was nobody's fool, something didn’t feel right and he definitely needed to keep Lissha as close to him as possible.

  When Kiam got to the bottom of the stairs Lissha was standing over an open box staring inside.

  “Whats up?” he asked, coming up behind her.

  “Nothing.” She seemed lost in thought, but he figured that his rejection had dimmed her mood.

  Moving a step closer, Kiam peered over her shoulder and saw what held her attention. “That’s Miss Charlene, the woman who raised me. She was like a grandmother to me.” He reached out and took the picture from her and stared at it wistfully. Had he paid closer attention he would've felt Lissha's body tremble against his.

  “Is she still alive?” Lissha forced herself to ask, although she knew the answer better than anyone.

  “Nah, she died while I was in prison.” He ran his hand over her face then laid the picture back in its place and put the lid on the box.

  Vomit rose in Lissha’s throat as the full weight of her deceit stared her in the face. “What happened if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “Somebody beat her to death and that slimy muthafucka is at the top of my kill list,” he spat, walking to the door.

  Lissha took in some air as she tried to calm her nerves. Kiam had just confirmed what she had pieced together right before killing DeMarcus. She shook her head as she wondered what the fuck else Big Zo hadn't told her.

  I gotta go see Daddy immediately she thought as she walked closely behind Kiam.

  Chapter 9

  Defiance

  Big Zo strolled into the visitation room stepping with more life in his stride than he had exuded in years. He could see his master plan coming into fruition and freedom would soon follow. Because he absolutely couldn't see spending the rest of his life behind bars.

  He turned down the collar of his khaki shirt and ran his hands over the creases in his pants. His short 'fro was cut evenly around with just a touch of gray near his temples. A newly grown goatee added to his masculine appearance.

  The mother
s of other prisoners in visitation eyed him with salacious appetites, but he paid very little attention to them other than a curt nod or a quick insincere smile. He was more than used to a woman's attention.

  His eyes searched the room for his woman. When he located her, he moved quickly to the back where she was seated, looking as delectable as ever. Big Zo stopped in front of the table and took in her appearance. Lissha's hair was pinned all to one side and very curly. The light makeup that she wore highlighted her attractive features perfectly, making her eyes and cheekbones stand out.

  Big Zo's eyes traveled down pass her pouty lips and her sleek neck to the swell of her breasts. The green and bright Juicy Contoure top snuggled against them like a pair of hands.

  He stood there waiting for Lissha to stand up and greet him with a deep kiss and a long hug but she did neither.

  Big Zo's eyes narrowed as he sat down at the table across from her. He instantly noticed that there were no snacks on the table, only a bottle of water.

  Lissha unscrewed the top and took a small swig as her eyes bored into his. “Hello, Daddy,” she spoke on hard breath.

  Big Zo leaned back in the chair and studied her expression. He didn't speak back, instead he asked. “Do I sense a problem?”

  The response he received was a face full of water. “You muthafuckin' right we have a problem!” she spat after dousing him.

  Big Zo calmly wiped his face with the palm of his hand and looked around to see if anyone had saw what happened. The people at the next table turned their heads, refusing to meet his glance.

  They didn't matter, he was more concerned about the officer at the desk. He looked toward the cracker and saw that he had gotten preoccupied with incoming visitors so he returned his attention back to Lissha.

  Big Zo looked at her with a tight mouth and a hard stare. His jaw twitched with anger. “You must want me to snap your muthafuckin' neck,” he said in a hushed tone.