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  “Yeah, I had to flush this bullshit you talking.”

  Kiam had to chuckle. “Have your spoiled ass ready when I get there,” he ordered.

  “Get off my phone.” Lissha disconnected the call, threw her phone on the counter and grabbed her tooth brush. “That nigga get on my nerves,” she spat, shaking her head and applying toothpaste to her brush.

  Kiam was thinking the same thing about her. It baffled his mind at times about the love/hate thing between them. Sometimes it was cute and entertaining and other times he wanted to knock her the fuck out. He shook his head at the way she had tried him up last night.

  Pushing the whole incident out of his mind, Kiam focused on the trap spots as he made his early morning rounds to see what the streets were doing. He made a few stops and dropped a few orders before heading to pick up Lissha.

  Lissha hopped out the shower and slipped into her skinny jeans and a Burberry top. She went through a few shoe boxes and found her Burberry loafers. Once she was completely dressed she grabbed her gun and purse and headed to the door. When she got into the living room her mind wondered over the things that were at hand. Donella was gone, Gator was gone and there were secrets out there that if exposed could threaten Big Zo's whole operation.

  For the first time fear rose in her gut. Lissha and Daddy had worked so hard to maintain the organization and in a blink of an eye everything could come crumbling down. One thing she knew for sure is she needed to make certain that Kiam’s head stayed in the game and his focus didn’t waver from the blueprint that Daddy had drawn up.

  Just as her mind had begun to roam down the road of "what if’s" she heard Kiam’s annoying horn waking up the whole neighborhood. “Why the fuck can’t he just blow once?” she huffed, grabbing her keys and heading to the door.

  Kiam looked up and saw Lissha coming down the walkway swaying her hips to their own little sexy beat. She had a heat that turned him on; it was a struggle to not say fuck it and rearrange her organs. Had she come at him a different way last night he wasn't certain that he could have resisted.

  “Where to chief?” Lissha asked as she got in and closed the door. Her scent rose up in his nostrils enhancing his fantasy and causing a slight stiffness to his dick.

  “I need to move some money around,” Kiam said with his eyes fixed on her breasts.

  “Well is it in my bra?” Lissha joked and smiled as she caught him staring at her chest.

  “They pretty but they can’t pay no bills.”

  “Sheeit—you riding around and living in what my pussy paid for.” She looked over at him with her lips twisted to the side.

  “I made this happen shorty. The only thing pussy can do for me is make me nut,” he clarified as he turned the corners headed towards Wade Park.

  “That’s what they all say,” Lissha countered.

  “Your mouth slippery today. I guess you still mad at me for putting my ratchet in it?” he remarked snidely.

  “It’s not the first time I had a gun put in my face. But I understand. You put that gun there because you know if you had put your dick in my mouth you would have to change your last name and address,” Lissha spat slyly as she pulled down the sun visor and applied her lip gloss.

  “Get your mind off my dick and put it on business.”

  “Whatever, with yo' scary ass.” She flipped up the visor crossed her legs and smiled. “I still love you tho,” she replied

  “Shorty, you just talking ‘cause you got a pair of lips. Anyway this is not the time to be fucking around. Pay attention because I'm about to take you by the new spots and introduce you in case anything was to happen to me.”

  Lissha didn't even want to conjure up that thought; she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and held a firm face.

  As they rode through the different spots Kiam had set up on the east side, Lissha noted that he had really expanded the business. By the time he dropped her back off at home two duffel bags full of money were in the trunk.

  “You need anything?” he asked as they pulled up in front of her house.

  “What you giving up?” She looked down at his dick print and ran her tongue over her lips.

  “Is that why Gator had to be replaced? Was his mind on your pussy too much to handle these streets?”

  The question was aimed to cut but Lissha didn't wince. “Oh no baby boy, I didn't break Gator I made that muthafucka. Don't get it twisted. What, are you jelly?”

  “Not at all,” Kiam smirked. “How's he doing now?”

  Lissha couldn't do nothing but respect that comeback because Kiam had shown his ass in handling Gator. “Point well taken,” she conceded. Then she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek before he could turn away.

  Kiam admonished her with a wrinkled brow that did nothing to stem her aggression. She slid her hand between his legs and grabbed a handful of his power. “This gonna belong to me. Fuck that bitch you're claiming, she better fall back or get stretched out.”

  Before he could formulate a comeback Lissha was out of the car and sauntering up the walkway with her hair blowing in the wind. Kiam shook his head and put the car in gear, more determined than ever not to give her what she wanted.

  Nah bitch, I'm the muhfuckin' puppeteer.

  “Call Bayonna,” he commanded as he drove off.

  Chapter 9

  Fearful Exchange

  As Bayonna drove nervously to Kiam’s house, her palms became a bit sweaty around the steering wheel and her gut filled with fear. She wondered why he had summoned her, of all people, to his house. Knowing her own secrets made her worry that he had something fatal planned for her soul.

  Each corner that she bent brought her closer to the answer. Anxiety gushed up in her face like a sudden blast of putrid air, causing her to shudder and the car to serve. Had Kiam found out any new information? Would she be the next cuisine that he maniacally served?

  She steadied the wheel and retrieved her gangsta from deep down in her gut. Quiet as it was kept, she was as do or die as any muthafucka on the team. And if this was Judgment Day she was gonna make the verdict a double death sentence.

  When she pulled in front of Kiam’s condo the first thing she noticed was JuJu’s Rover. Now it was gonna be a triple homicide, Bayonna resigned herself to that fact. She parked her car, reached into her glove compartment for her gun and tucked it comfortably in the back of her tight fitting pants.

  Exiting the vehicle she put together a plan of where she needed to sit and where she needed to hit a nigga to make sure she laid him out before they put her on her ass. Adrenaline pumped through her veins at the speed of light as she raised her hand to ring the bell.

  “Why you look like a nervous girl scout trying to earn a badge?” Kiam asked as he opened the door to let her in.

  “Just trying to see what this whole meeting is about, that’s all,” she said, moving her eyes around the room then resting them on JuJu who was comfortably seated on an arm chair next to the couch. She observed the deadly look on his face.

  Taking an imperceptible breath to steel her nerves, Bayonna hoped for the best but feared the worse.

  “Have a seat,” directed Kiam. His deep voice on the back of her neck startled her.

  Bayonna jumped. Play this shit cool bitch, she reminded herself.

  She quickly took a seat on the other recliner closest to the door in case she had to shoot her way up out of there. Kiam took a seat on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table like he was about to uncover some shit. How in the fuck did he find out about her and Gator? She wondered.

  “I thought long and hard about this decision I’m about to make,” began Kiam, looking at her with those coal black eyes. “And in doing so I believe I have come up with the best solution to our little problem.”

  Bayonna's heart pounded as Kiam looked over at JuJu then back at her. She took in a little air as a knot formed in her throat.

  JuJu sat up and moved to the edge of his seat. Bayonna did the same, she w
anted to be able to easily get to her heat if he reached for his.

  “We took a huge loss caused by inside deceit. That is intolerable,” Kiam continued. Now Bayonna was certain she was about to go down.

  She eased a hand towards her back.

  “The one thing I don't wanna have to ever deal with again is my bands getting fucked up—a muhfucka play with my green laces they play with their life,” stated Kiam as JuJu and Bayonna sized each other up.

  “Usually I would never put my right hand man in danger, but with the stench of distrust that lingers in this organization I have no choice.” Kiam spoke clearly.

  Bayonna’s heart raced a mile a minute; she played with the thought of just pulling out and ending the whole conversation. Fuck allowing them to pull out first and gain an advantage over her.

  “Bayonna, I have studied you since I met you and I believe that you are the missing link,” Kiam continued.

  Bayonna stopped her hand inches from her strap. “What is that supposed to mean?” If his response was accusatory it was about to go down!

  Kiam's voice remained non-threatening. “It’s not supposed to mean anything but what I said. My words are clear.”

  “I can’t tell. You have something on your mind and I feel you should just say it,” she spoke directly, turning in his direction.

  Kiam smiled at her courage. “I told you we had the right one.” He directed his statement at JuJu.

  JuJu nodded in agreement and Kiam returned his attention to Bayonna. “Look little mama. I know that you're very uncomfortable in my presence with all that has taken place over the last couple weeks. I understand your apprehension. However, I don’t have to bring you all the way to my house to kill you. If I had a reason to push your forehead back, I would already be comforting your girls while they lay your ass to rest.” He removed his feet from the table and sat forward.

  Bayonna relaxed a little but she watched his muthafuckin' hands.

  Kiam smiled at her observance, it reinforced in his mind that she was indeed the right one for the job. “This is a restructuring meeting,” he clarified. “Riz will no longer meet us in Pennsylvania with the work. From now on I want you to make the runs with JuJu to New York to pick up the product.”

  Bayonna squinted her eyes. “Why me? Why not Treebie or Lissha?”

  “Shorty, bosses don't give explanations. We give orders.”

  “I believe Big Zo is the boss," she countered bravely.

  Kiam chuckled but left his banger on his waist. “You disrespecting me? Is that what you're doing?” he asked.

  “Never that,” she clarified. “I'm just saying.”

  “No, little mama you ain't saying nothin'. You're making the trips with JuJu from now on. I'm just saying.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Ol’ girl got heart,” JuJu said with a semi smile.

  “More than you know,” she shot back, causing him to drop the smile from his face. She turned back to Kiam, "I'm on board, Boss."

  “Good, now stop fucking around. The first pick up is in a couple of days. Things are back square with us and Riz, but once a man has been crossed the trust can never be the same so ya'll have to watch them as hard as you've been watching me since I arrived."

  Bayonna's mouth turned up at the corners in acknowledgement of his keen observance.

  Kiam smiled back.

  “Y'all conduct on this pickup will determine whether the peace stands or if there will be cause for more bloodshed.”

  “You already know I’m official,” JuJu said, looking over at Bayonna as if he was in doubt of her get-down

  “I’m sitting across from you youngin’ so it’s obvious my gangsta must match yours or some other bitch would be taking the trip with you,” she responded, putting his ego in check.

  Kiam smiled at the little tension that was building between them. He knew that JuJu was a beast and all he needed was a beauty by his side to level him out.

  “Relax youngin’,” Kiam joked seeing JuJu getting ready to go in.

  “I’ll be ready Kiam just let me know when.” Bayonna stood up ready to be out of the tense situation.

  “I'll keep you posted,” he assured her.

  “Alright,” She said. Then she turned to JuJu and gave him a penetrating stare. “Have a nice day,” she spat sarcastically as she turned to the door.

  JuJu sat back and watched, allowing his eyes to wonder over her frame as she walked to the door. She walked like she had just dismounted a horse.

  “Why you staring youngin’?” asked Kiam with a hint of laughter.

  JuJu shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much,” he replied.

  “Yeah, I hear you nigga.” Kiam rose to his feet. “If you're free I need you to take a run with me?”

  JuJu sat thinking about Bayonna, tossing all that ass and thin waist around in his mind. The thing that stood out the most was her humble yet commanding personality. He was slick hypnotized.

  **********

  Kiam made a few stops before he pulled up in front of Faydrah’s house. He had JuJu put a package on her porch, ring the bell and hurry back to the truck.

  Faydrah opened the door a minute or two after they drove off. She bent down to lift the box and heard a small whimper coming from inside. Reluctantly she pulled back the flap and saw the cutest little white Maltese puppy with a tiny red ribbon around his neck.

  “Awww, who left you here?” she cooed as she lifted the puppy into her arms.

  The box contained a silver bowl and a soft pillow. She placed him back inside, looked back and forth up the street then carried the precious pup inside with her.

  She sat the box down then picked the puppy back up. As she stroked under his chin she saw a collar with a tag that read Trapstar. Faydrah smiled and headed for her phone on the kitchen counter. It began to ring just as she reached for it.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Hey you,” he said real smoothly, causing a flutter in her chest.

  “Hey you,” she replied sweetly, with a huge smile on her face. “I am going to assume that you are behind the little surprise on my door step.”

  “I figured since I’m in the dog house I could have a little friend to talk to.”

  “You are so silly.”

  “I need to see you. Can we get together soon?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Well you didn’t say no so I’ll take that. I love you.”

  “I know you do. Be careful.”

  “I will. And you keep me in that special place in your heart,” he needlessly reminded her.

  “Nothing can touch that Kiam,” Faydrah said softly.

  Kiam’s heart thumped in his chest at the thought of how much she loved him and what he would stand to lose if he didn’t do what he had to in order to make things right between them.

  Sensing that he was struggling for words she eased his discomfort. “You better hang up before whoever is around you finds out you're pussy whipped,” she teased.

  “You better train that dog to attack because yo' ass is going to be in trouble when I finally get home,” he smiled.

  “Whatever. Bye.”

  “Bye baby.” He disconnected the call.

  JuJu looked over at him. “You want some tissue.” He joked.

  “You ain't talkin’ about shit,” said Kiam as they rode on.

  “I’m just saying, I got some napkins from McDonalds.”

  Kiam had to laugh. JuJu laughed too then shook his head.

  Kiam caught that. Now he had to teach. “Let me school you right quick, youngin’’. Every man, no matter how much of a beast he is in the streets, needs that one woman he can come home to at the end of the day and put his gangsta on the shelf. See, that justifies his existence and makes him feel human. You only get one woman like that, anyone else is just a consolation. So, if you find the one that makes you wanna rest your G when you're around her, do everything you can not to fuck it up. Gangstas love too otherwise their animals.”

  JuJ
u nodded his head in appreciation of the jewel.

  Kiam turned on some music and flipped on his gangsta. “Enough of all this mushy shit,” he said. “Let's go put some heat on these streets.”

  JuJu sat up in the passenger seat. That's the shit he was accustomed to.

  Chapter 10

  The Pick Up

  JuJu sat waiting impatiently out in front of Bayonna’s house. It was 10:00 P.M. and he had told her he would be there at 9:45 P.M. A scowl crept up on his face because he hated for a muhfucka to be late.

  He twisted his hands on the steering wheel trying to keep calm. Just as he was about to hit Kiam up to let him know the business, Bayonna flew out the door with her cell phone pasted to her ear and her tote bag in the other hand.

  She opened the door, threw her bag on the back seat and then hopped in the front, slamming the door after herself.

  “Don’t slam my shit,” JuJu warned in a settling tone.

  Bayonna looked over at him, rolled her eyes and continued her conversation with the person on the phone. JuJu took in some air in an effort to keep himself calm “Which way?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

  “Hold on,” she said into the phone then looked at him. “Go jump on the expressway and take it to I-70,” she said softly. “All this truck and no GPS?” She smiled looking at his dashboard, and then she returned to her conversation.

  JuJu just looked at her and shook his head. He wanted to handle his business and get back to the city as soon as possible.

  “Yeah LiLi, I'm back,” he heard her say.

  He did his best to block out Bayonna's conversation as he headed for I-75.

  Once Bayonna hung up with Lissha she began fiddling around with JuJu’s radio. He looked over at her with his eyebrows raised. “You need something else to do with your hands?”

  “This is going to be a long ass ride, we gotta have some traveling music,” Bayonna said as she reached in her purse and pulled out an Ace Hood CD and popped it in. When “Hustle Hard” came on she sung right along.

  “Same old shit, just a different day. Out here tryna get it, each and every way.” She slipped off her shoes then crossed her legs in the seat and began bopping her head and moving her hands as she used her cell phone for a mic.