by Ca$H
Treebie put the last of her fish in her mouth then sat back fat and full and lit another blunt.
“Damn, do you have to chain smoke that shit,” Bayonna asked, fanning her hand at the ganja clouds. Treebie had been smoking at least two ounces a day.
“My bad, ma, you know I need my medication. This keeps a bitch nerves calm. I almost fucked up the delivery man for not having enough napkins.”
“You so crazy,” Bayonna laughed as she ate the last of her meal.
Treebie was about to keep the laughter going when her phone rang. She paused and looked down and saw Kiam's number and picked up.
“What's up, playa?”
“What you doin'?”
“Just got finished eating and blowing this loud in the air,” she said as she exhaled.
“Is Bayonna close by you?”
“Yup, why what's up?” Treebie went on alert.
“Smile while I talk and don't say shit.”
“That's what's up.” She put on a half-smile and pulled deep on the blunt.
“That bitch sitting across from you is the rat. That grimy ho is working with the feds.” Kiam spat. Then he quickly told her what he had discovered.
“Well, stop and get me one,” replied Treebie playing her role as she tried to remain calm and keep the anger she felt from showing on her face.
“That bitch set us all up and she killed Eyez, Tree. She took my son from me.” Kiam growled into the receiver. “Whatever you do don't let that bitch leave. I'll be there as soon as I can, and when I get there I'ma make her pay for every bit of pain she caused me.”
“A'ight, we'll see you when you get here.” Treebie cracked a deadly smile and put her phone on the table as she tried to control her breathing. She put the blunt down and slowly rose to her feet. Muthafuck waiting for Kiam, she was about to handle that shit herself.
“Is Kiam good?” Bay asked.
“Yeah, he straight. You know he built for this shit.” Treebie moved to the nightstand and picked up her gun.
When she turned around she had low eyes and a heart of stone. She looked down at Bay with her lips curled. “Let me ask you something. How long did you think you could hide your deception?”
Bayonna's eyes got wide as she looked at Treebie gripping her ratchet like she was about to make it spark. She opened her mouth to lie but Treebie made her rethink that shit real fast.
“Go ahead and lie, bitch,” she gritted. “And I'm going to open up your whole muthafuckin forehead.” She pointed her fo-fifth between Bayonna's eyes.
“Tree, it ain't like that.” Bayonna produced the softest voice she could muster.
“Fuck you mean it ain't like that?” Treebie's voice boomed through the room causing Bayonna's heart to drop to her toes.
“Tree, please.”
“Bitch, don't fucking beg me! You foul as hell. I broke bread with you, put my life in your hands and you turned us over to save a bitch muthafucka that couldn't do his bid like a man?”
“Treebie, he's my father. I love him,” Bayonna shouted as tears ran from her eyes.
“I don't give a fuck. Your father is a bitch ass nigga. Somebody should've told his weak ass not to fuck with the game if he couldn't live with the consequences.” Treebie clacked one in the chamber.
“I didn't just do it for Daddy,” Bay cried. “I did it for my mother too. I just wanted to see her smile again before she left this world. You have to try to understand that.”
“I don't have to understand shit. Bitch, you're wasting your breath!” She looked at Bay with disdain. “I don't even know who you are. Judas ass bitch.”
Treebie placed the tip of the gun against Bayonna's forehead.
“Treebie, please I'm pregnant. Please don't kill my baby it's all I have left of JuJu. I’m begging you.” Bay cried harder.
“Bitch, you watched them gun that boy down like a dog because of yo snitching ass. You didn't have any mercy for him, and you had none for Kiam's son. So you get the same verdict. Death.”
“Treebie, please.” She dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together in front of her. Tears flowed from her eyes and snot ran from her nose as she begged for a reprieve.
“Bitch, please.” Treebie spat. “You was a fake all of this time. At least go out like a real bitch.”
Bayonna covered her stomach and looked up at Treebie with pleading eyes. “Just give my baby a chance, please.” She grabbed ahold of Treebie's leg and started weeping.
Treebie kicked her in the face. “Get the fuck off of me,” she gritted. “Did you show Eyez and her baby pity? Hell no, you cut Kiam's heart out and you sold your sisters to the highest bidder. Bitch, your request is denied.”
Boc! Boc! Treebie shot Bayonna right between the eyes.
Bayonna fell on her side with her hands wrapped around her belly. Her head hit the floor right next to Treebie's foot.
Treebie stood peering down at the woman that had sold her soul and theirs. “An eye for an eye,” she spat.
She pointed the gun down at Bayonna's stomach and put one in her gut.
Chapter 39
All Debts Settled
Big Zo's eyes were misty as he walked back to the cell block. The chaplain had just delivered the news to him that his baby girl was dead. He knew that Bayonna's death was going to hasten her mother's and that worsened his grief.
He didn't know how all of this was going to affect his deal with the government. He did manage to get all of Kiam’s workers in custody plus the feds had captured the big fish, Riz. But because Treebie and Kiam himself were still on the run, Big Zo hoped that his deal wouldn’t be compromised. After everything that he had lost it would be beyond fucked up for them to not honor their agreement.
As he walked up to the second tier his heart was filled with the strongest hate imaginable toward Lissha. He promised himself that whenever he got out he was gonna dig that bitch up out of her grave and kill her all over again. What he didn't know was that his bitch ass was about to join her.
As Big Zo entered his cell Jason and four other convicts rushed in behind him and slammed the door. Big Zo spun around and came face to face with the long arms of the enemy that he had created in Kiam.
Jason lunged forward and stabbed him in the chest with a long piece of sharpened metal. Another man swung a steel pipe and cracked his head open. Big Zo stumbled back and fell onto his bunk. Blood poured down his face and the front of his shirt.
“Hold up,” he cried, throwing his arms up in futility.
The four convicts attacked him with murderous conviction. “Kiam sends his love,” said Jason as he plunged the metal shank straight through Big Zo's heart.
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Kiam and Treebie drove in silence as he turned into the parking lot of the storage garage where he kept his stash. He pulled around to his unit and they got out and lifted the rolling door, prepared to divide the spoils of the war and get ghost. She was going to go her way and he would go his.
Neither of them were without scars. Their losses could not be quantified and their pain was eternal. It was with heavy hearts that they stood over multiple containers of money. Blood money. It was a bitter sweet moment. The result of their hustle was stacked high before them, but the empty spaces that weren’t filled indicated that their casualties were just as astronomical. Those who had helped build up their riches were now dead.
The weight of those memories were more than Kiam wanted to think about right now. “Let’s split this shit and get the fuck outta here,” he said.
Kiam grabbed six empty large black duffel bags from on top of one of the money crates. He tossed three to Treebie. “Ain't nobody got time to count the dough. Just fill your bags up to the top and I'ma do the same with mine. It don't even matter if you end up with more.”
Treebie sat her banger down on a table that was nearby and stepped to her business. She took the lid off of a crate and began stuffing her bag with stacks of Franklins. When it was full she sat it aside, grabbed a second duff
el bag and moved over to another crate.
Looking up at Kiam, who was busy filling his own, Treebie remarked, “I never would have thought that we would be the last two standing,” Treebie stated in disbelief.
“I guess what they say about real muthafuckaz is true. They can survive the war if they stay true to the code. We’re standing here because we didn’t let shit compromise our principles,” Kiam confirmed as he moved to the second crate and began unloading it.
“I hear that slick shit. But on the real the only thing that I regret is leaving any witnesses.” Treebie sat looking over at Kiam.
“Well, somebody gotta tell the tale, how else they gonna know about two real muthafuckaz?” Kiam looked at her with a firm gaze.
Treebie smile then bent over into the crate to collect a pile of loose bills that had scattered on the bottom when the rubber band had popped from around them.
Kiam leaned against the table and watched her almost fall into the large crate. He picked her gun up, fiddled with it and sat it back down. He smiled as she grunted, trying to hold onto the edges of the crate with both hands.
Treebie finally pulled herself up out of the crate. “Whew,” she exhaled. “I almost fell over inside that muthafucka tryna get a handle of all this shit.”
Kiam chuckled. “Did you get it all?”
Treebie turned to face him. “Every last dollar. You ain't know,” she cracked.
“I feel you, ma,” he said. “Don't leave a damn dime. It cost us way too much not to value every penny.”
“Yep,” she agreed. Then she walked up to Kiam and looked him in the eyes. “You know, I didn't like your arrogant ass at first. But you turned out to be official. You're my muthafuckin’ nigga.” She put out her hand and they shook to their success.
Treebie pulled out a blunt and fired it up as they continued bagging up the loot. When they were done they stood in front of the table with the six full duffel bags at their feet. Treebie pulled hard on her blunt and stared at Kiam. His eyes looked real sad.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Nothing. A nigga just got a lot of shit on his mind. I wish we would have found Isaac’s body but Wolfman didn’t know where Chino put it,” Kiam said. “Plus some other shit I don’t even want to talk about.”
“Well, we got enough money to go lay back on an island and pay another muthafucka to carry our burdens.” Treebie choked on the weed smoke.
When she stopped coughing Kiam said, “You need to cut back from that shit.”
“I know but right now this is the only shit that keeps my hands steady.” She picked her gun up off of the table and turned it back and forth in her hand.
“Well, get your unsteady hands together and let's take these bags out to the car.”
Kiam threw a duffel bag over his shoulder and started towards the door.
Treebie looked down at the two bags he was leaving behind. “This nigga ain’t learned his lesson yet,” Treebie mumbled under her breath.” Then she quickly grabbed her gun off the table and aimed it at his back.
“Stop right there bitch ass nigga or I'ma blow a hole through you,” she barked.
Kiam stopped in his tracks.
“Drop that bag muthafucka or I'ma drop you instead. Play with this shit if you think it's a game.” Treebie stood with her feet apart gripping her gun with two hands.
“You know what it is, ma,” Kiam replied coolly. “You pulled that bitch now make it clap.”
“Nigga, you ain't said nothin' hot to the coldest bitch to ever live,” Treebie spat.
Then she squeezed the trigger. But nothing happened. She squeezed it again. Click. Click. Click. The gun was empty.
Kiam turned around slowly with her clip in his hand. He looked at her and chuckled as he dropped the clip and snatched his Nine off of his waist and aimed it at Treebie's head. “Trust No Bitch,” he smirked.
“Fuck you nigga,” she spat defiantly.
“Not in this life,” he retorted as he stepped forward and fired two shots dead between her eyes.
Blood and skull blasted out of the back of Treebie's head and she landed on her back. Her empty gun fell out of her hand and skidded a few feet away.
Kiam walked over to where the bitch laid and stood over her. Boc! Boc! He shot her twice in her cold, merciless heart. Then he walked over and pulled a hand full of money out of a duffel bag that rested against the leg of the table. Stepping back to Treebie, Kiam bent over and rubbed the money in the blood that poured from her forehead. With a finality that settled all debts, he stuffed the money in Treebie's mouth and rose up.
“Blood Money, bitch,” Kiam spat.
THE END
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Trust No Man
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Bonded By Blood
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Trust No Bitch
Trust No Bitch 2: Deadly Silence
Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance
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