Trust No Bitch

by Nene Capri

  Kiam winced from the pain in his shoulder when she ran into his arms and sobbed against his chest. Sticky wet blood coated her forehead. “Oh my God!” she cried, realizing that he had been shot.

  Kiam blocked out the pain when he heard the sirens heading their way. His head was beginning to feel light but he had to think fast. He was a convicted felon. If the Jakes caught him with a tool he was going back to the feds.

  “Faydrah,” he groaned loudly, cutting through her emotions. “Take this and get out of here!” He handed her the Nine.

  Faydrah understood. She took the gun, hurried back to her car, and got in the wind.

  As soon as she pulled off Kiam slumped to the ground and lost consciousness.

  Chapter 36

  Enough Is Enough

  Faydrah sat up in Kiam’s bed and stretched her tired limbs. With one hand covering her mouth to stifle back a yarn, she looked over at the empty spot next to her. Last night was the first night in almost two weeks that she had a chance to in a bed and her body was relieved for the much needed rest.

  She slung her feet over the side of the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom, moving like an old lady. Her body was still very sore from the close brush with death, and sleeping in a chair next to Kiam’s hospital bed night after night only made it worse.

  She looked long and hard in the mirror at the evidence of the pain and confusion she had been going through since that night. Bags were beginning to form under her eyes and worry lines seemed to be etched into her forehead. Beyond that, her soul was in total turmoil. Kiam was alive and for that she was grateful, but with all the police attention and having to look over her shoulder, a part of her wished that she had left the past in the past.

  Pouring facial scrub in her hands, she brought them to her face and tried to wash away some of the restlessness that wore thick around her eyes. After brushing her teeth, she hopped in the shower in an effort to mentally prepare herself to go back to the hospital.

  A fresh shower gave her renewed energy. Humming a happy tune, Faydrah threw on some leggings and a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Quickly checking some emails she downloaded some files then packed her briefcase. She was thankful that she had some vacation time so she could look after her man.

  As she drove to Hillcrest Hospital to see Kiam, she called in to a restaurant and ordered them some food. When she stopped at a red light she looked down at her engagement ring and suddenly found herself crying. Kiam was her everything and within a split second she had almost lost him.

  Faydrah decided that as soon as he got home they were going to have a very serious conversation. Things had to change because the one thing she was not prepared to do was bury the only man that she had ever loved.

  When the light turned green, she was still sitting there thinking. A horn honked behind her, drawing her mind back to where she was headed. She drove on, stopped to pick up the food she had ordered, then proceeded on to Hillcrest.

  Faydrah walked into the hospital speaking to the receptionist and a few workers that she had grown familiar with over the last week. Exciting the elevator and reaching Kiam’s door she became alarmed when she saw that it was closed. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest as fear grabbed ahold of her. Could Kiam’s condition have taken a tragic turn since she left the hospital last night? She wondered nervously.

  Pushing the door open slightly, she held her breath and peeked through the crack. There was no white sheet covering his head and the bed wasn’t empty. Faydrah let out a huge sigh of relief. Of course her baby was okay.

  Her eyes widened when she saw the two females from Kiam’s crew. Bang! She swung the door open causing it to hit the wall and moved swiftly past the women and to Kiam’s bedside.

  Sitting the food on the tray and her briefcase on the side of the chair, she stood up and looked at Kiam with her head to the side.

  Treebie and Lissha were silent waiting on Kiam’s lead.

  “What are you doing, you’re supposed to be resting?” Faydrah asked with her lips drawn tight in a straight line.

  “Baby, you know I have to take care of my business,” he humbly stated.

  “Fuck all that. You need to be concerned with getting better. Those streets and the trash that they produce will still be there when you get out.” She looked over at Lissha.

  “The streets? Bitch, ain’t that where he found you?” Lissha piped up.

  “Yup, and this street bitch got pussy worth claiming.” She held up her hand. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, you got that spend the night pussy.”

  “Bitch, don’t get fucked up,” Lissha clacked, balling up her fist.

  “Struck a nerve.” Faydrah leaned in.

  “Fuck you,” Lissha spat, feeling herself about to leap on Faydrah’s ass.

  “No, fuck you.”

  “Both of y’all, shut the fuck up!” Kiam yelled out, wincing in pain.

  “I guess ain’t nothing wrong with his balls,” Treebie cracked.

  Kiam shot her a fierce look.

  “My bad,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender. Kiam jerked his head back toward Faydrah. “Eyez, sit down.” She looked down at him and folded her arms.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled.

  Faydrah looked at him with low eyes and flared nostrils and sat in the chair by his bed.

  Kiam trained his eyes on the most hard-headed one in the room. Speaking in a low but stern tone, he said. “Lissha, don’t disrespect my woman. You give her the same respect you give me.”

  “Your woman? You better make that bitch respect me.” Lissha was hotter than a stolen pistol.

  “Bitch, if you want respect you better give it,” Faydrah cut back in, springing up out of her chair.

  “Sit down!” Kiam ordered.

  “No, fuck that. This bitch can get it. I’m tired of all this shit. Your fucked up promise to her father got you in all this bullshit.”

  “Bitch, you better watch your mouth,” Lissha exploded. “Say one more thing about Daddy and I’ll take your fucking life.” She moved toward Faydrah with hot aggression.

  Treebie’s arm shot out, restraining her. “No, sis,” she said. Leaning closer so that only Lissha could hear her, she whispered, “Always move in silence.”

  Faydrah was ready to move some furniture. “Bitch, you ain’t the only one with bullets,” she spat, moving closer to where they stood.

  Lissha snapped open her bag and reached inside. “Not now,” Treebie said, looking into Lissha’s eyes.

  “Fuck her. I’ll knock her fucking head off.” Faydrah continued to rail.

  “I swear to God, if I gotta get the fuck up all y’all gonna regret the day y’all met me,” Kiam said through gritted teeth.

  “I already do,” remarked Treebie. “Let’s go, Li Li.”

  “No, y’all can stay. Because I’m done. I’m not doing this shit,” Faydrah said, seething inside.

  “What?” Kiam boomed.

  “You heard me. Let this bitch take care of you.” Faydrah turned to grab her bag.

  “Eyez.” He reached out for her but was restricted by his pain.

  Snatching away, she tried to catch the tears that pushed at the corners of her eyes but it was too late. “No, Kiam, I cannot do this.”

  Kiam was about to apologize but she cut him off. “You want these streets? You can have ‘em. But I can’t be a part of it,” she stated with conviction.

  Kiam looked up at her with regret as she slid his ring off her finger and sat it on the bottom of the bed. “You remember this, the very muthafuckas you’re loyal to ain’t gonna be loyal to you.” She walked past Lissha and Treebie. “Go ahead, lead him to his grave—that’s what y’all want to do anyway.” She purposely bumped up against Lissha on her way out the door.

  Lissha stared at Faydrah’s back and put her name on her hit list.

  Kiam was past heated. He rubbed his hands over his face and thought carefully for a minute before rendering his verdict. Jus
t as he was about to let Lissha have it, his phone went off. He looked down and recognized Riz’s number flashing on the screen. “Yeah, what’s up?” he answered.

  “Nigga, you think I’m the one to test?! I promise you, you won’t get away with that shit,” Riz blared.

  “Hold up! What the fuck are you talking about?” Kiam was lost.

  “Nigga, you know what the fuck I’m talking about,” Riz accused then went on to explain his anger. Curse word after curse word assaulted Kiam’s ear.

  Kiam was too shocked by what he was being accused of to go back off on Riz.

  Lissha and Treebie watched as the vein in the middle of Kiam’s temple got thicker. They could hear Riz yelling through the phone. Then silence. Riz had hung up. Lissha and Treebie looked at each questioningly.

  Kiam was breathing heavier and heavier, trying to figure out what the fuck had gone wrong. “Muthafucka!” he yelled out then slung the phone across the room.

  Kiam snatched tubes from his body and jumped up out of bed. He walked to the bathroom then grabbed his clothes from the closet and began getting dressed.

  The women looked on silently. They could see blood seeping through the bandages on his shoulder. They could also fell the rage inside of him.

  “Go get the car,” he said as he tried to deal with the pain that was coursing through his body.

  Just as Lissha and Treebie hit the door, in walked the nurse. She looked at Kiam and gasped. “Oh no, what are you doing? You can’t leave, you’re not well,” she panicked, pressing her palms in the air as if to stop him.

  “Watch me,” he said as he put his feet in his boots. Passing the bed he grabbed Faydrah’s ring and put it in his pocket. “Have a nice day,” he said to the nurse who was standing there with her mouth open as he walked out the door in search of answers that was gonna get somebody killed one way or the other.

  Chapter 37

  Playin’ With the Devil

  Kiam sat in silence on the burgundy Italian leather sofa in his living room. His ratchet sat on the marble and glass cocktail table in front of him fully loaded with one already in the chamber. Next to the Nine sat a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of pain pills.

  Kiam’s dark eyes seemed more frightening with the two- week-old beard that framed his normally clean shaven face. His left arm hung down by his side in a sling but there would be no doubt after this evening that he was still deadly.

  With his free hand he stroked the hair on his face as he looked around the living room at the upper echelon of his team. Lissha sat across from him on the loveseat studying his expression. She knew that something real serious was about to go down, but even her wildest imagination couldn’t have prepared her for what she would soon witness.

  Lissh could see Treebie in the dining room loading a plate with food that Kiam had laid out. That bitch would have an appetite at her own execution, Lissha thought.

  Donella and Bayonna sat across from each other in twin recliners with plates of untouched food in their laps. JuJu however chose to stand close to the door. He had already decided that if one of them were flawed, the only way they would be leaving was twisted, wrapped in sheets and black plastic.

  Lissha’s eyes rotated from Kiam to the Nine on the table, and the half bottle of Jack Daniels. Donella fidgeted with her hands and Bayonna rocked her foot as the silence became thick with anticipation.

  Treebie entered the living room and sat down on the other end of the loveseat. She was cool as a breeze with her legs crossed and a heaping plate of food balanced on her lap. She bit into the drumstick then filled her mouth with fork full of spaghetti. “What kind of meat is in this? Ground turkey?” she asked, looking at Kiam.

  “Humph,” her grunted.

  “Whatever that’s supposed to mean. Anyway, it tastes like damn jerky.”

  Kiam didn’t comment, he was steady staring her down.

  Treebie felt his gaze hot on her face but she kept on eating. She didn’t know why Kiam had called them all together; she suspected that it had something to do with the angry phone call that he’d received from Riz the other day, but she wasn’t sure. She knew she was strapped and if he was planning on acting a fool she would surely aid in his venture.

  Kiam cleared his throat, then spoke with words that were carefully chosen. “I sat and thought long and hard before I called y’all here tonight,” he stated a little over a whisper. All eyes were focused on him and there was no other sound in the room aside from his voice.

  He looked from one face to the other. “The last thing a general ever wants to do is wonder about the loyalty of his men,” he continued as he picked up the medication bottle, popped it open and threw two pills in his mouth.

  He poured himself a shot of Jack and locked eyes with Lissha. “I’m going to start with you. My product made it back here, but the money never made it to Riz, his people got jacked leaving the exchange spot. Now unless I’m stupid that tells me that it was set up on this end. You told me that you’d put your life on your crew.”

  “And unless you have proof that I can’t, don’t even bring that shit to me,” Lissha defended her girls.

  Kiam chuckled. “Besides you and me, they were the only ones that knew when and where the pickup goes down.”

  Treebie stopped chewing and sat to the edge of her seat. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  Lissha held her hand up gesturing for Treebie to be quiet. She sat up and looked him square in the face, the way Big Zo had taught her to face opposition. “Are you accusing me of something?”

  “Until I find out exactly what happened, I’m accusing all of you muthafuckas,” he said point blank.

  “If Riz’s people got jacked, why the fuck couldn’t the cross come from his end?” Lissha contested.

  “That’s what I’m saying,” Treebie angrily agreed. “And ain’t nobody seen Gator’s slick ass in two days, how we know he didn’t have something to do with it? You need to find out where that nigga at.”

  “I already know where he’s at,” Kiam replied matter of factly.

  “Well, enlighten the rest of us, please,” shot Treebie, impatiently.

  Kiam smirked. “You’re chewing him.”

  Treebie gasped and spat out the spaghetti. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him crazily. “What the fuck, man!”

  “I skinned that bitch nigga alive, then I ground him up real good,” said Kiam.

  Treebie slung the plate off her lap and bolted to the bathroom. Lissha, Donella, and Bay stared at Kiam with their mouths open.

  JuJu was still covering the door. He was not surprised by Kiam’s revelation, he had helped him dice Gator up.

  Treebie returned to her seat still gagging and waiting for Kiam to tell her he was only kidding, but the look in his eyes confirmed that he was dead ass. This nigga craze. Treebie shook her head in utter disbelief. The others were thinking the same thing.

  Kiam looked at them as if to say they hadn’t seen shit yet. “Gator was stupid,” he said. “He should have known that he would be the first person I suspected. I thought he had something to do with the attempt on my life, but I was wrong. He jacked Riz’s people. I couldn’t get him to admit it before I ended his suffering, but it don’t matter, I know that he was skimming money for years. Riz told me that.”

  “You put a whole lot of faith in what Riz say. That nigga could be wrong about all this shit,” Lissha voiced.

  “You got a problem wit’ it? Cause if I’m right about Gator having something to do with the jack then one of you had to help set it up.” He paused and looked in the faces of the women one by one. He had to admit that they were tight lipped and unified. But in a minute Gator’s accomplice would fold.

  “I’m gonna give the guilty one a chance to own up to what she done. If you do that I’ll show some mercy, but if you sit here and play innocent I’ma do to you the same thing I did to your boy,” Kiam promised ominously.

  Neither of the girls expressions changed a tad, n
oted Kiam. “Y’all gon’ play this shit all the way out, huh?” Still he got nothing but four blank stares. The silence in the room was profound.

  Switching tactics Kiam said. “I give that soft nigga, Gator, credit; he wouldn’t tell me nothing. Nah, he took that to the grave with him. But I’ma still find out which one of you crossed me.”

  On cue Daphne came sweeping into the living room. Four sets of eyes focused on her.

  Kiam chuckled and picked his gun up off of the table. He looked at Daphne and said, “Point out the bitch that you saw with Gator when he met with Wolfman.”

  Daphne locked eyes with the guilty one and did not bat an eyelash as she raised her finger and pointed directly at the traitor. “That’s her right there,” she said.

  To be continued...

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