The Pussy Trap 3

by Death by Temptation (retail) (epub)

  KoKo lowered her head as his words played over in her mind.

  “We had to kill to get in, and we gonna have to kill to get out.”

  “I’m bad with this muthafucka.” KoKo grabbed her gun from under her pillow and set it on the nightstand.

  “What the fuck are you doing sitting in our bedroom with a gun?” Kayson looked at her sideways.

  “You never know.”

  “You gotta calm down. You can’t kill everybody.” “I don’t kill everybody. I didn’t kill you,” she joked.

  “You wasn’t going to kill me. But you know I owe that ass for pulling that punk ass nine on me.”

  “I want to pay.”

  “Come sit on my lap, so we can work some shit out.”

  “Why you think the answer to all my problems can get solved by sitting on your lap?” She straddled him and rocked gently.

  “You know getting that spot stroked makes you nicer.” “Whatever. Just know you need to handle everything on

  your end, so I can better do my job.”

  “You need to do what I tell you to do,” he shot back. “I want you to make me,” she whispered in his ear.

  “You know you ain’t ‘bout that life.” He stood with her legs firmly placed at his waist.

  “You better be glad I’m making up with you.”

  “I got you, baby. Tonight, we spend time making up. Then we have to begin putting our family back together.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” KoKo asked, looking attentively in his eyes with her back pressed up against the wall.

  “Me, you, and Quran. I need to be with my son. I’m about to make my presence known to these niggas. But before I do, I want our family unit tight and safe.” He kissd her gently.

  KoKo caressed his strong back as she felt his steel.

  “Don’t worry. Just let me lead,” he said as he went to work. Kayson was doing his thing, but KoKo couldn’t help but think about the reunion they would have with their son. She prayed that it would be a blessing and not a curse.

  - 23 -

  Feather Fred

  It had been plaguing KoKo to take the trip to see Fred in worse condition than he was the last time she saw him. She wanted to remember the wise, slick-talking, healthy Fred,

  but the reality was, death lay at his feet, and he would never be the same again. KoKo swallowed her emotions and drove on.

  The weather had become cold. The trees were bare and the sky was gray and dreary. KoKo drove along the streets of Hoboken bumping “If I Should Die Tonight” by Marvin Gaye. Thinking about how far she had come and how far she still had to go. The thing that pulled most at her heart was the lives she lost in the process.

  She pulled up to the nursing home and just stared at the doors. The thought of getting out and saying her last goodbyes to Fred caused heaviness in her legs. After a few more seconds, she cut off the engine and prepared to go inside. She stepped out the car wearing black skinny jeans, a black shearling cape, and a pair of black fur Pajar boots. KoKo headed up to the doors.

  After signing in, she walked down the long hall. As she passed the rooms, the smell of urine and sickness upset her stomach. She couldn’t believe Fred had been reduced to a nursing home. She reached the end of the hall, knocked on the door, and proceeded inside.

  “KoKooo,” Fred said, his face lighting up when he saw her pretty face.

  He was thinner than before. His hair was gone, and an oxygen mask covered his nose and mouth.

  “How’s my favorite person?” KoKo responded as she closed the door.

  Fred removed the oxygen mask. “Sheeit . . . I think he took a vacation. I called that muthafucka, and he ain’t answering.”

  KoKo chuckled and took a seat. A brief silence passed between the two before KoKo finally spoke. “I’m in deep, Fred.”

  “Yeah. Well, you can handle it. Just go back to what you know.”

  “I never wanted all this,” she confessed to her mentor. “Well, it’s too late for all that. You’re a boss. Regret is for pussies.” Fred held her gaze for a while so his statement would resonate and take root. “Put all them muthafuckas in a category. Assets or liabilities. There’s no such thing as friendship when you at the top. Be smart. Remember, pussy makes policy,” he said, coughing uncontrollably.

  KoKo got up and grabbed the cup of water next to his bed and put it to his mouth. He held her wrist and struggled to drink. As he laid his head back on the pillow, his wheezing rattled deep in his chest, laboring for air.

  She didn’t know what to say. Fred was dying and there wasn’t anything she could do about it, and all the money in the world couldn’t stop it.

  Fred searched for the next gem he wanted to drop on his baby girl before he left her. He had heard about her and Boa, and he wanted to make sure her mind was right. “Remember, KoKo.” He turned to face her. “Don’t be out here falling in love with these niggas. Ain’t no fucking love.” He swallowed his spit and coughed violently. Fred closed his eyes and winced once the coughing ceased. “As far as these niggas are concerned, your love is as long as his dick. When he pulls out. You pull out. You gotta flip this shit on these niggas. Make these muthafuckas bow down.”

  KoKo nodded. “I’ma miss the shit outta you, Fred.” She felt a lump in her throat.

  “Sheeiit . . . don’t be missing me. I had a good life. I lived, loved, fucked some bad bitches, and they paid me to do it.” He chuckled.

  “Speaking of bad bitches. I saw Chocolate.” Fred turned and looked at her. “How was she?”

  “She was all right. She said Kayson left a message with you for me.” KoKo got right to the point.

  Fred paused for a minute. “Go see the Dutchess. I told her everything that I could remember. She had instructions to give you everything. But only when I’m gone.” He looked over at her.

  “Thank you.”

  “When I leave this bitch, don’t let them muthafuckas cry over me. Set my ass on fire and scatter me to the wind. A nigga gotta at least be free in death.” He smiled at KoKo as a single tear rolled down his face. “Go handle your business. Make them niggas respect your hustle.”

  “I will.”

  “KoKo, make sure you burn me with my gun. Me and that nigga Kayson gonna turn it up down there. Maybe they’ll reverse our sentence.”

  “How a nigga gonna get kicked outta hell?” She shook her head.

  Fred tried to laugh and again started to cough uncontrollably. KoKo got up and tried to help him regain his breath. She grabbed the oxygen mask and attempted to put it over his face.

  Fred slowly reached up and grabbed her wrist.

  She looked down into his eyes and he nodded no. His soul was tired. KoKo put the mask down as she watched Fred labor for air.

  “KoKo, I’m tired,” he whispered as his chest heaved in and out. “Don’t let me die alone,” he requested.

  She nodded as the tears she fought to hide rolled down her cheeks. Once she wiped her face and took a seat, Fred turned his head and closed his eyes. KoKo sat and watched over Fred until his chest stopped moving.

  KoKo stood up and walked over to his bedside and kissed his forehead. As she walked to the door, she said, “Rest easy.” One week later, KoKo granted Fred his wish, and yes; she burned him with his gun. While sprinkling his ashes in the Hudson, she said, “Turn it up.”

  - 24 -

  Daddy Time

  KoKo and Kayson were in their hideout in the mountains of Pennsylvania. She had prepared a meal for them, and after eating, Kayson and Quran went out to play in the snow.

  KoKo looked out the window while drying the dishes. Kayson was chasing him, and they were throwing snowballs at each other. For that brief moment, she felt like she had a normal life. Seeing the smile on both of their faces took away every bit of what was going on around them. Here death was on their asses, and somehow God had enough mercy on their wretched souls to allow them a small amount of peace. KoKo turned to the door as her two men came in with snow all over them. Smilin
g, she said firmly, “Keep that snow over there.” She pointed at the corner next to the door.

  “Go get your mommy,” Kayson said. Quran took off running and threw snow at KoKo.

  “Nooo . . .” KoKo yelled out, taking off running.

  Kayson blocked her, allowing him to hit her with his two small snowballs.

  “Stop, Kay. That shit is cold.” She tried to push him off her.

  “I got you, Mommy.” Quran giggled uncontrollably.

  “I’ma get you.” She took off chasing him with Kayson on her heels. KoKo wrestled him to the floor, tickling him and nibbling on his cheeks.

  “Okay, okay.” He surrendered.

  It was now Kayson’s turn to enjoy their connection. He watched as KoKo laughed and played with Quran. It made his heart feel good and ache at the same time. He had missed so much and would be missing so much more if he didn’t make everything right.

  “Come on, Daddy,” Quran said, waving him over.

  “No sir. You gotta get into some warm dry clothes before you get sick.” KoKo stopped him in his tracks.

  “Awww.”

  “Nah, solider. Do what your mom says.” Kayson gave him a stern look.

  Quran looked up at his father and immediately changed his mood.

  KoKo took off his clothes, gave him a hot bath, and dressed him in warm pajamas.

  Kayson walked into the bedroom as she was cleaning up. “You gonna put Daddy in the tub?” He hugged her around her waist.

  “Not while your son is awake. Now be good,” she warned, attempting to remove his hands.

  “He went to watch TV. You need to warm me up for a little while.”

  “Kay, no,” she whispered as she tried to pull back.

  “I’ll do it real quick. I promise,” he whispered back and kissed her lips.

  Just when it seemed like he was about to win, in came the blocker, as Kayson called him. “Daddy, come watch TV with me.” Quran entered the bathroom to see his mom and dad hugged up. “Ohhhh . . .”

  “Ohh . . . what?” Kayson asked, looking down at his son’s blushing face.

  Unable to say anything, he just laughed and ran back into the living room.

  “I told you,” KoKo stated and pushed him back.

  “Damn, you can’t blame a man for trying,” he said, smacking her ass when she turned to pick up Quran’s clothes.

  “When he go to sleep you in trouble.”

  “As much as he be on us, he’ll probably wake up and his ass will be at the end of the bed watching.”

  Kayson started laughing. “I’ma fuck around and give little man his first drink.”

  “See, that’s that bullshit. You ain’t right,” she said, shaking her head on the way out the room.

  Kayson headed to the shower as KoKo headed to the living room.

  When Kayson emerged from the bathroom, he slipped on his pajama pants and T-shirt and joined his family.

  KoKo was knocked out on the couch and Quran was wide awake next to her. He grabbed the cashmere throw from the loveseat and covered her up. KoKo snuggled under the cover and let out a soft snore.

  Kayson checked all the locks and made sure the security system was set. He grabbed his gun and checked the rounds before going to sit by Quran.

  Quran’s eyes settled on the black shiny object. “What’s that, Daddy?” he asked.

  “This is daddy’s peace maker,” he looked down at him. “Why?”

  “Sometimes in life you have to make sure that you and your family are safe.”

  “We’re safe.”

  Kayson heard him, but he knew different. He knew that he needed to give his son his first shot of manhood. He sat down next to him. “Look at me, Quran.” He paused, making sure their eyes met. “Everybody will not love you. And sometimes they will hurt the people you love to destroy you. You understand?”

  Quran nodded, maintaining eye contact.

  “You see that woman?” Kayson pointed at KoKo Quran turned and looked at his sleeping mother.

  “She is our everything. We have to protect her with our life. Don’t ever disrespect your mother. Don’t ever let anyone disrespect your mother.”

  Quran stared at KoKo, and his tiny heart became heavy. “Look at me,” he instructed.

  Again, Quran looked up.

  “You are a Wells. We don’t take shit from no man. There is Boss in your blood. You honor what we built for you and don’t let anyone stand in your way.” He looked firmly in his son’s eyes. He knew he was young. But tomorrow was not promised. Kayson had to make sure that every time he came in contact with his son, he gave him the best of him. Sometimes it would be comforting, and sometimes it would be dark. However, it would be truth, and he was determined not to leave his son without love, values, respect, and his killer instinct. Kayson knew one day Quran would be a man, and he couldn’t become a man unless he interacted with and was schooled by a man.

  Kayson tucked his son under his arm.

  Quran laid his head-on Kayson’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Content and comfortable, he fell asleep between his mom and dad.

  - 25 -

  Marked for Death

  Tyquan paced back and forth in his office, gathering his thoughts. All the top dogs were awaiting his arrival in the conference room. He had come to the conclusion

  that he needed to up his game on hunting the hunter. Kayson was back on the scene and stirring shit up, and he knew he needed to get a handle on it before he lost footing and ended up planning his own demise.

  “They’re ready for you, Mr. Wells.” Deborah cracked his door and peeked inside.

  “All right, I’ll be right there,” he stated as he poured himself a shot of bourbon. He threw on his jacket and then headed down the hall.

  When he entered the conference room, he looked at the four men who held his life in the balance.

  Each man held a cold stare, causing the room to feel frigid. Tyquan walked to his seat at the head of the table and sat down.

  “I am very upset with you, Mr. Wells,” the first man spoke from his seat on the right side of the table.

  “I’ma tell you like I told your partner. I got this shit under control,” he answered calmly.

  “You ain’t gonna tell me shit, but I will tell you this. If Kayson finds out all the players in the game. I promise you one thing, it will be your ass who is folded. Because from where we sit, we’re holding a full deck. Don’t fuck with us, Mr. Wells.” He looked at Tyquan, who appeared unfazed by the threats being projected in his direction.

  “I have stood by my word and product for over twenty years. If you want to disconnect yourself from me and move on, the choice is yours. But when that nigga comes stalking each and every one of you down, oh, and he will not stop until each head is a diamond in his crown—don’t fucking double back to me.” Tyquan rose to his feet.

  “You can see yourself out,” Tyquan stated, walking past the table.

  When he got to the door, the man yelled, “It’s a good thing Nine never knows who to cheer for.” They all rose to their feet.

  Tyquan stood with his back turned as the men approached him. Turning in their direction, he looked each one in the eyes. “Make sure it’s not your head in his crown,” the man said, passing Tyquan on his way out. The other gentlemen trailed

  behind him.

  “May the best man win.” Tyquan slammed the conference room door. He reached for his phone and promptly called Nine.

  “Hello,” he answered on the first ring.

  “I told you not to let this shit fall in my lap.” “And I told you handle your end.”

  “If I go down. You go down, muthafucka.” Tyquan ended the call as his gut filled with rage.

  Exiting the conference room, he went back to his office and straight to his safe. Typing in the combination, he pulled out his secret weapon. Looking over a stack of papers, he began to smile. “These bitches better not come for me,” he said aloud.

  Deborah came into his office for what she th
ought would be the usual pick me up, but bad timing would teach her a lesson she would never forget.

  “What the fuck you doing in here?” Tyquan was startled out of his mental standstill.

  “I just thought you may need something,” she said, walking over to where he stood.

  Tyquan pushed the papers back into the safe and closed it. “Check this out. Don’t help yourself to me. When I need you I will call you.”

  “I’m sorry. I—”

  “Listen, there is nothing between us. You work for me. I pay you for your services. That’s all.” He gave her a heartless stare.

  Deborah lowered her eyes as her spit went hard down her throat. “I don’t deserve that,” she stated.

  Tyquan chuckled. “Oh, what you thought I was going to marry you? Have a family? Live happily ever after? Bitch, please. How can I have respect for a woman that lets me fuck her in the ass then sucks my dick? See yourself out.”

  Deborah stood trying to choke back her tears. She had been loyal to him for years. She didn’t know if he realized it or not, but he had just crossed the wrong bitch.

  “You don’t have to dismiss me, because I quit,” she said as she turned to walk away.

  “Good, and leave a list of tricks that you do for me on your desk, so your replacement will know just how I like it.”

  Deborah gripped the door handle as she exited, and this time she slammed the door as hard as she could. Rushing to her desk, she grabbed her bag and coat. Quickly, she stuffed a few things from her drawer into her bag. When she got to the bottom drawer, she pulled open a flap and grabbed a thumb drive and sim card. She looked down the hall to see if anyone was looking, and then she stored them in her bra. Moving at top speed, she hit the stairs and ran all the way to the lobby. Once she got downstairs, Deborah ducked into the bathroom and called a cab. She then made a call that would redeem her life.

  “Hello, is this Kayson?” “Who is this?”

  “The missing piece. I got your information from Nine,” she whispered from the bathroom stall.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “I think I have something you need. I need to see you.”