Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance

by Ca$H

  “You’re so bad Kiam,” Lissha said, moving into the living room and placing the bags down.

  Kiam inhaled deeply as he looked around at the warm patterns of green, brown and rust. Lissha had the place fully furnished with a huge flat screen mounted to the wall along with a Bose stereo system. She moved to the radio and threw in a Sade CD.

  Kiam sat on the couch and watched the sway of her hips as she moved around with purpose.

  “Baby, just kick back and relax while I get things ready for my king,” she said.

  “I'm with that.” Kiam put both arms up on the back of the sofa and chilled.

  Lissha collected the bags and headed to the bedroom to get things straight. After she put away his clothes, she took a quick shower then ran Kiam a hot tub of bubbly water. Lissha threw on a pair of booty shorts and a tank top and headed to the kitchen to hook him up a blazing dinner.

  “Let me start your food then I’ll be right with you,” she said as she passed him still seated on the couch.

  “A’ight,” Kiam said as he pulled off his boots and propped his feet up on the coffee table. He folded his hands on his chest and closed his eyes sinking into the soft suede of the sofa.

  Lissha moved around the kitchen gathering her pots and ingredients. She rinsed and sliced two steaks into thin pieces, put them in a bowl of A-1 sauce and seasonings then diced her onions and peppers. After everything was cut just right she put the meat and vegetables in a Wok with a little olive oil. She cut up small white potatoes and put them on boil then sliced up the carrots. Turning everything on low, she rejoined Kiam in the living room.

  “You ready?” she asked, putting her hand out.

  Kiam’s eyes came open and he took her hand rising to his feet. “I’m always ready.” He looked into her eyes sending heat throughout her body. Lissha turned away and grabbed the remote and switched to the mixed R&B CD she had put together. Maxwell’s Pretty Wings came on as they headed to the bathroom.

  Kiam entered the bathroom to see it dimly lit with scented candles. The flames danced casting a shadow against the walls putting his whole body in relax mode.

  Lissha moved silently around the bathroom putting everything in place. When she had everything set up she walked over to Kiam and began to help him out of his clothes. Her mouth watered with anticipation as her eyes roamed over his chest and abs. She rested her hands on his zipper, pulled it down slowly, and then allowed his jeans to drop to the floor.

  “Why you acting like you scared of me?” Kiam asked, looking down at her.

  “I’m not afraid of you.” Lissha kept her gaze down because she didn’t trust her heart to contain her feelings.

  “We will see,” he said, stepping out of his boxers.

  Lissha led him into the tub then grabbed a body sponge and filled it with milk and honey body wash and began to rub over Kiam’s skin taking away all that stress and strain of the last months.

  Kiam put his head back and enjoyed her touch.

  Lissha was in bliss. Finally she had him all to herself.

  “Why you so quiet?” he asked.

  Lissha thought for a minute then responded. “I wish I would have met you at a different time.”

  “Well, you got me right now. Don’t worry about a different time.” He reached up and grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

  Lissha surrendered herself to his touch as her body heated up with every movement of his tongue. Her breathing increased as he took her breath and twisted her thoughts.

  When he cradled her breast in his other hand Lissha pulled back. “Kiam, I have to check on the food.”

  “Yeah, you do that, with your scary ass,” he chuckled.

  “Whatever.” Lissha got up and headed to the kitchen.

  Kiam took the sponge and squeezed the hot water on his neck and chest. It felt so good to sit in that hot water. He embraced the moment of silence and unconsciously thanked God for seeing him through the toughest year of his life.

  When Lissha came back in the bathroom he had the shower going rinsing himself off.

  “Babe, I was going to hook you up.” Lissha pouted.

  “Oh, don’t worry you're still going to.” He turned off the shower and pulled open the curtain.

  Lissha’s eyes went to Kiam’s steel as he held it firmly in his hand and stroked slow. She reached over, grabbed a towel and dried his chest and back then down his legs.

  Kiam stepped out onto the thick bathroom carpet and Lissha went to her knees.

  Lissha stared at all that thickness and just admired its beauty. Taking him into her hand, she kissed the head gently then ran her tongue around the rim. She put the tip in her mouth and sucked lightly then tightened her jaws and rolled her tongue back and forth sending intense sensations through Kiam’s body. Lissha played with the head until she heard his breathing pick up then she slipped him to the back of her throat.

  “Get that shit, ma,” Kiam said on heavy breath.

  Lissha put all of her skills to work rotating her head and giving him that heat. She caressed his balls playing gently with the line that separated them then she slipped him out her mouth and showed each one special attention with her lips and tongue.

  Kiam fought hard not to come but she was doing everything he liked and he was getting ready to reward her.

  Lissha put his dick back in her mouth and moved her head back and forth with precision. When he gripped her head and guided her movement she knew it was over.

  “Ssss,” Kiam hissed as he began to release in her mouth.

  Lissha caught it all then spit it out all over his shaft then lapped it all up not spilling a drop.

  “Make that shit nasty,” Kiam moaned as he watched her drink his essence.

  “Real bitches can spit and swallow,” Lissha proclaimed, licking her lips.

  “Talk that shit,” Kiam said as he tried to recover.

  Lissha rose up. “You deserve it all Kiam,” she whispered.

  “You know I’ma have to return the favor,” he pulled her to him.

  “Let me feed you and take care of you first then you can do whatever you want to me.” She kissed his lips.

  “You know that pussy gonna be in trouble right?”

  “Yup and I want every inch with no restrictions.” She washed him up, oiled him down, and then turned to head back to the kitchen.

  Kiam smacked her ass on her way out causing her to giggle. He put on his boxers and looked at himself long and hard in the mirror. Tonight he was planning on burying the past and stepping into his future. There were things he would never let go of and Eyez was one of them. He replayed her mother’s words. My daughter would want you to live. He internalized that and decided that was exactly what he was going to do.

  Kiam walked into the living room to see Lissha coming in, carrying a plate.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” He took a seat on the couch.

  Lissha handed him his plate and a tall glass filled with ice and grape juice then grabbed her oils and sat at his feet.

  Kiam dug into the pepper steak, mashed potatoes and honey glazed carrots as she took his feet into her hands and massaged his calves.

  “Am I distracting you from enjoying your meal?” she asked.

  “Nah, you good, ma.” It was the first time that he had ever gotten a foot massage while eating but the shit actually felt damn good.

  They continued to share comfortable conversation and jokes as he enjoyed the tender meat that melted in his mouth and her delicate hands on his feet.

  When he was done she stood up and took his plate, passed him his drink and left to straighten the kitchen. Kiam knew he was the king but she was making him feel his royalty.

  Lissha came back into the living room to see that he had left out. She walked over to the stereo and changed the track then headed to where she guessed he would be.

  Kiam was laid in the middle of the bed butt naked looking like a chocolate dream. “C’mere,” he motioned her to him with his finger. />
  Lissha moved slowly to the bed unable to believe that she was about to actually give Kiam what she had been dying to give him from the first day they’d met. She climbed up on top of him and pulled her shirt over her head allowing her breast to sit up perfect to his view.

  Kiam wasted no time putting his mouth over her erect nipples and sucking them just right.

  Lissha rested her hands on his chest as she tried to control the heat that rose up from her core. “Kiam.” She sucked in air.

  “What’s up, ma?’ he asked, pulling at her shorts.

  “I’m so scared.” Her voice trembled as water rose in her eyes.

  “I told you I got you. Don’t worry I’ma give you everything you been wanting,” he said as he slid down and positioned her pussy right over his face.

  Lissha put her hand over her face and rested the other one on the head board as Kiam began to tickle her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  Soft moans escaped her mouth as his lips and tongue slithered over her pussy causing it to gush with every movement.

  Lissha put her head down and closed her eyes tightly when his warm lips covered her clit. She moved to the rhythm of his suckle as she heard Gerald and Eddie Levert singing Baby hold onto me.

  Baby hold on to me, See I'm a special kind/ A man that is hard to find/ Told you a thousand times, Baby hold on to me.

  When her body jerked uncontrollably he released his grip, flipped her over and climbed between her thighs.

  “You ready to give me my pussy?” he asked, kissing her deeply.

  “Yes,” she moaned as tears eased out the side of her eyes.

  Tonight nothing was going to stop what was destined to happen. Kiam pushed into her tightness and breathed deep before he began to penetrate further.

  Lissha held him tightly as the tears flowed faster. All of her love and regrets flooded her emotions as he hit all the right spots. Kiam looked down into her beautiful wet face and for the first time saw all of her vulnerability. It turned him on to see her afraid of something.

  “Let me have it, Lissha. Be all mine tonight,” he rasped, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.

  Lissha was unable to speak as he stroked long, deep and slow. All she could do was cry.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

  Kiam responded with his dick because his words would not properly explain. He gave her quick power strokes making her pussy real juicy. He placed tender kisses on her face and nibbled on her chin as her muscles hugged around his thickness.

  Lissha held him tightly and put her head against his chest and let him have whatever he wanted.

  For the first time Lissha knew what it felt like to be made love to. It was like he could read her mind with every stroke; he didn’t miss one spot coming or going.

  Kiam's feelings matched his push, he knew that Lissha had earned her position in his bed and he made sure she got that pussy handled thoroughly. He hit it and flipped it in every position possible until she could take no more.

  “Baby, you gon' mess around and murk me,” she muttered.

  Kiam chuckled and looked down at the proof of his wicked dick game. Lissha was laid out on her stomach with her arms stretched straight out. When she drifted off to sleep he slipped out of bed to get a bottle of water.

  A few minutes later as Lissha slept peacefully Kiam stood in the doorway looking at her. He wondered what it was that she had held back from saying before he loved her down.

  Whatever it was had to be serious because she had begun to apologize and cry. Kiam ran a myriad of possibilities through his mind but couldn't settle on any one thing. He decided to allow time to settle the tiny suspicions that rose up in his gut. For now, Lissha had more than proven her love and loyalty.

  Chapter 33

  Back To Business

  The next day Kiam and Lissha met with the crew at JuJu's house. Lissha was beaming like a bulb but Kiam's expression was as smooth as always. It was back to business.

  The girls wanted to throw him a welcome home party at a nightclub to let the streets know that the king was back, but Kiam promptly deaded that suggestion.

  “Just let them check their pockets in a few days and they'll realize I'm back,” he said. “We're about to turn up on niggas. If anybody's head has gotten too big while I was away we'll quietly knock it off. Muthafuckaz better get back in line.”

  “That's what I'm talking about, Boss,” said JuJu, whipping out his strap and posturing around the room before sitting back down.

  Dirty said nothing he wasn't much of a talker, he preferred to let his gun speak.

  “What do you need us to do?” Treebie asked, speaking for herself, Lissha, and Bayonna.

  “I'ma keep Lissha glued to my side, I like the way her whistle twerk,” said Kiam.

  The compliment brought a smile to Lissha's face. She was ready to jump up and murk anyone that he pointed out.

  Kiam looked over at Bay, who was sitting on JuJu's lap rubbing his arm affectionately. “Once I holla at Riz, Bayonna, you will roll out of town with JuJu to handle that. The shipment will be our largest yet so y'all gotta go pick it up and bring it back with no problems.”

  “You already know how we do,” she replied.

  “Indeed.”

  Kiam turned back to Treebie and held her stare. “What I need you to do is most important and it's very dangerous,” he said as he validated risking her in his mind.

  “That's how I like it,” she confirmed. She pulled out her lighter, sparked a blunt, and put some weed smoke in the air as she waited for Kiam to define her mission.

  “Wolfman,” he said.

  The name alone brought a whole different mood into the room. Every one of them despised Wolfman and lived for the day they could shove a gun in his mouth and send his thoughts up to the sky.

  “Nigga, you're about to make me cum,” said Treebie, wiggling around in her seat. “Just tell me how dirty you want me to do him.”

  Kiam shook his head no. That was not the game plan. “I know you're a beast, ma, but I don't want you to try to touch him yourself. That bitch ass nigga is mine. I just want you to put your ear to the streets and find out where he's at.”

  “Aww. I don't get to play?” she frowned and passed the blunt to Lissha.

  “You'll get to bust your gun because when you find that muthafucka we're killing everything around him,” Kiam said with venom dripping off of his statement.

  When the meeting adjourned everyone was feeling Kiam's agenda. The streets was surely about to find out that he was back.

  **********

  The pickup from Riz went down without a hitch and when the drugs arrived in Cleveland, it was back to business. The traps were soon booming again and any nigga that had set up shop in Kiam's territories while the drought was on was given two choices: get the fuck off the block or get put on their ass. Most knew not to test his gangsta but the few that tried would have to tell their stories in the afterlife.

  “You're a beast, baby,” Lissha said one night when she was laying in his arms after a torrid round of sex during which he had sat her on the edge of the bathroom sink and fogged up the mirror.

  “I tried to tell you to be careful of what you ask for,” he boasted afterwards.

  “Nigga, you ain't do shit,” she teased.

  “Yeah, right. Get your butt up and go hook me up something to eat. You have to pay for that good dick I just gave you,” he joked back.

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  Kiam's mouth tightened. “I'm not your daddy,” he said.

  “Sorry,” Lissha apologized. But his reaction cemented her decision not to confess her betrayal.

  Chapter 34

  When It Rains It Pours

  As one month ended and a new one rolled in Kiam had reestablished his stronghold on the city's dope game. Wolfman hadn't resurfaced so there was no team powerful enough to compete with his. Money was rolling in hand over fist and nigga's on his squad were eating and riding good.

  But it wou
ld be short-lived because the feds were lurking, patiently building ironclad cases against the entire organization. The information that they were being fed was so accurate they almost knew when Kiam took a shit and wiped his ass. The only reason they hadn't moved in and snatched up him and his entire team was because they hadn't attained enough evidence on some of his associates yet.

  The first chink in Kiam's armor came when two of his drug houses were raided on the same day. A week later Dirty got pulled over with ten bricks in his truck. Before Kiam could bail him out of jail the spot on Miles Road got hit. And the next day the house on Hayden Road out in East Cleveland was raided.

  The losses were huge and the bonds were high. Kiam always tried to get his souljahs out on bail as quickly as possible because he knew that the longer you let a nigga sit in jail the more likely they would flip.

  It came out that Dirty had gotten popped on a gun charge before any of the raids began so his comrades began questioning whether or not he was working with po po to get the gun charge dismissed.

  Kiam didn't think so but he wondered why Dirty hadn't told them about it. As soon as he made bond they were going to have to talk about that. In the meantime, Kiam had to make a move to offset his losses.

  He went to his stash and spent all day counting up. By the time he left he was weary from seeing money but he was prepared to invest half of his bank, $2,500,000.00 on a re-up.

  At home, while Lissha prepared dinner, Kiam hit Riz up and they set up the shipment.

  **********

  Bones and his right hand Dro drove to the designated location with their faces tight and their guns cocked and locked on their waist. Bones couldn't understand why Riz would keep fucking with Kiam and his crew when he clearly didn't trust them. He concluded that it was the two and a half million dollars Kiam was spending that made Riz go against his instinct. Bones could understand that but it wasn't Riz's head on the chopping block if anything went foul—it was his.

  “I want to switch cars with these muthafuckaz and be right back on the road. I don't even want the tires to cool off,” Bones remarked as he pushed on towards their exit.

  “You ain't gotta tell me twice. I hate this trip. This that bullshit I don't like.” Dro was past grouchy and because it was a drop and pickup he couldn't smoke until they got back. His mood was anybody could get it.