by Ca$H
Bayonna started to keep on going but she had to let that bitch nigga Nitti know exactly how she felt. “Nigga you a puppet. Go on back inside so he can finish pulling your strings. Or maybe you one of the bitches sucking his dick.”
“Nah ho, I’m that nigga that will cut your slick ass tongue out your mouth and wrap it around your muthafuckin’ neck,” Nitti threw back.
Bayonna stuck up her middle finger as she moved to her car. When she got in and started it up she let out a huge sigh of relief. She had taken a big chance going up in the enemies’ camp. The fact that she had walked out of there alive prove to her that up under those niggas' gangsta lived nothing but some bitch ass imposters.
As she passed a McDonalds a few blocks away from the house she'd just left, she saw the same Maxima that had been parked outside. She pulled into the parking lot and watched the traffic going in and out. Just as she thought, the two females who were talking to Wolfman’s goons were coming out with bags in their hands.
Bayonna grabbed two stacks and jumped out. Her heels clacked on the black top as she approached the two women. “Can I holla at you for a minute ma?” she asked.
“Didn’t we just see you at Wolfman’s?” the chic asked Bayonna.
“Yeah we cool. He put me on a little mission but I think I need a little help.”
They lowered their brows and looked at her curiously but that didn't deter Bayonna from spitting her game. When she was done she looked at them expectantly.
“I don’t know. Wolfman don’t be liking us all up in his business,” One of the chics said as they approached the vehicle.
“Look, you got what I need and I am sure I have what you need.” Bayonna pulled the two bands from her pocket.
When the women eyed those green laces, Bayonna was sure she saw a little spit form at the corners of their mouths.
“What I gotta do for that?” she asked as she began planning her trip to the mall to cop those Red Bottom shoes she had been lusting for for two months.
“I need to holla at Daphne and I know you know where I can find her,” said Bayonna.
“I hate that bitch.” The woman turned up her face as if the name alone made her tongue itch.
“Good then tell me where I can find her.”
The woman shifted her weight to the side and smacked her tongue. She toiled with the idea of crossing Wolfman and the repercussions but on the real he had giving her a dozen reasons to do so. Not to mention those green laces was screaming handle your business.
“Look I don’t fuck with the bitch like that, but I know somebody who do. Let me get your digits.” She pulled out her cell phone and locked in Bayonna’s number as she read it off to her.
“What’s your name?”
“Karma,” Bayonna spat with one eyebrow raised high.
“I hear that,” the woman said with an understanding smile.
“Keep this between us. I don’t want you to get in trouble with Wolfman.” Bayonna handed the woman the cash. “If I find her I will throw another two stacks your way. Oh, and you better share with your homegirl. She looks like the thirsty type,” she said then moved back to her car and pulled out.
Now she was one step closer to the truth.
Chapter 7
A Boss Statement
As soon as Kiam got back from New York he dropped JuJu off and went home to shower and change clothes. Standing in the mirror, stepping into his pants, he realized that he needed a fresh cut. His circular brush waves we're still spinning but he needed the temple fades tightened up and a razor sharp line-up to set it off just right. Conceit wasn't part of his make-up but he liked to look good even when he was on that murder shit, so he made a mental note to stop by his boy Scooter's barbershop soon. Kiam needed to chop it up with him anyway and that would kill two birds with one stone.
He flexed his pecs in the mirror and was glad to see that his physique hadn't fallen off any since he came home from the joint; he still maintained a washboard stomach and a slim waist. He slipped his tool down in his waistband to complement those well-defined abs and peeped his profile. Yeah, he was that muhfucka, straight up.
Kiam dabbed on some Black Orchard cologne, put on a button down shirt, and reached for his phone to hit Lissha up. He had called her earlier and invited her over for dinner.
“I don't think so,” she had turned him down.
“Why not? We need to talk,” he'd insisted.
“Oh, we can talk but a bitch ain't eating nothing you cook,” she protested.
Kiam had chuckled. “A'ight, I'll take you out to dinner. You choose the spot,” he'd compromised.
Lissha had suggested a restaurant on the Westside which was all good with Kiam, but what she didn't realize was that this wasn't about food or pleasure. Kiam needed answers and if she uttered the wrong shit, her head could still end up on a dinner plate, fuckin' around with his intelligence.
The phone rung three times before she picked up. “Aren't you supposed to be on your way?” she said upon answering.
“Why you always trying to run something? Just be ready, I'm on my way.” Kiam hung up the phone, put on his jacket and headed out the door. Tonight Lissha was coming clean or that ass was gonna rest at the bottom of Lake Erie, Zo's daughter or not.
Across town Lissha looked at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bedroom as she glossed her pouty lips. Her face was framed by Chinese bangs that came down to her chin. Her hair was cut shorter on the sides and in the back, and new red highlights added something sassy to her look.
Her eyebrows were freshly arched and her naturally long lashes always gave her a bedroom type of sex appeal. A little eyeliner helped effect a sort of dreaminess to her look. Her titties stood up on their own and her small waistline flared out into hips that niggas referred to as gunslingers. She pirouetted in the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her ass. That muhfucka was swole up and poking out; if she was on pussy like that she would've been sprung on her got damn self.
The absurdity of that made Lissha giggle. She was a bad bitch and she knew it. What she couldn't understand was why Kiam wasn't all crazy in the head over her. She knew that Big Zo's warning was the main reason but they had come so close to violating that. Had she not reminded Kiam of it that time, they definitely would've crossed that line and Lissha couldn't say that she would've regretted it.
The smile that danced at the corners of her mouth disappeared when she considered the only other thing that stood between her and Kiam. The one thing that could interfere with Kiam's rise and change everything that was planned.
That bitch is getting put on her ass. Lissha recorded that thought on her mental list of things to do as she fastened on a necklace and anxiously waited for Kiam to arrive.
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“I should have known you weren't inviting me out just to be nice,” said Lissha, not hiding her disappointment. She twisted up her mouth and looked up from her fillet mignon.
Kiam hadn’t ordered shit, the only appetite he had was for the truth. He rested is forearms on the table and stared across at Lissha with a face of stone. “I don't have time to be nice. Now, this is my last time asking you, who the fuck is Blood Money?”
Lissha dropped her fork down with a clink. “And this is my last time telling you I don't know.” Her voice was low but unwavering. “Are you accusing Daddy of being on some shiesty shit because that's what Riz said? Because if you are, maybe you're down with the wrong team,” she deflected the guilt away from herself.
“I'm gonna ignore that, otherwise you would be chewing with more teeth on the table than in your mouth.”
“I keep telling you I'm not scared of you, you got some teeth too nigga.”
Kiam reached across the table and grabbed her wrist, squeezing it hard. “Say one more word! Just one! Go ahead so I can slap it back down your throat,” he threatened in a low guttural tone.
“Why you always putting your hands on me? Is that the only way you think that you can control me?” she sa
id, giving him a low gaze.
“Act like you think I’m fuckin’ playin’,” he said with clenched teeth.
Lissha saw his eyes turn cold and decided not to test him this time. They stared at each other as Kiam continued to grip her wrist and send heat her way.
Lissha raised her hand like a student asking for permission to speak. “What?” gritted Kiam.
“You're hurting my wrist,” she mumbled in a little bitty voice.
“Don't play with me shorty. I'm not fuckin' around.” Kiam released his grip. “I want some answers.”
“Okay, but not here.” She pushed back from the table rubbing her wrist as she slowly rose to her feet. “I'm going to the ladies room, I'll be ready to go when I return. And thanks for ruining my appetite,” she said before stalking off.
“You’ll get over it,” he called out.
Lissha looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out before continuing past the bar.
Kiam watched her walk away. He couldn't help but follow the sway of her hips. He briefly allowed his mind to wonder how it would feel to hold on to them and give her a shot of act right. But even quicker he erased it from his visual. Shit was too serious for that.
Kiam paid the bill and waited for Lissha in the car. She slid into the passenger seat and they rode back to her place in complete silence. Kiam was wondering what type of treachery the truth would reveal. Lissha was mentally molding her lies in a cast of concrete.
By the time they arrived back at her house Lissha had her game face on. Kiam sat down across from her in the living room. His silence was only broken when she lit a blunt.
“Put it out,” he commanded.
“You know what, you're rude for no reason,” she complained, putting the blunt out.
“Thank you,” he said.
“What—ever.” She looked up and wrinkled her nose at him.
“It's not going to work ma. Start talking.”
Lissha feigned a deep sigh then she sat up on the couch. “I don't know what you're expecting to hear but this is not that. You have to understand that anything Riz tells you has to be taken with a grain of salt. Riz deals with us because it's profitable to him but he has never liked Daddy.”
“That's personal so I don't give a fuck. Big Zo will always have enemies because he's his own man. Even from on lock his presence is still felt out here on the streets. I know how niggas move; they fear what they can't understand and they hate what they can't control.”
Lissha nodded her head. What Kiam had just said was real spit.
“Trust me, Riz can't turn me against Big Zo. Your father has proven that he's legit, but I wanna know if Blood Money has any ties to our organization. I find it very hard to accept that it's just a coincidence that a local robbing crew struck way up in New York. Somebody would have had to put them on Riz.” Kiam sat back and gauged her reaction.
Lissha was a skilled liar under pressure. She was the type of calm, cool and collected female that could stare down the barrel of a loaded gun and stand firm on her denial. “Kiam, have you ever considered that Blood Money might be out of New York? Riz has more enemies than a dog has fleas. Somebody up top probably put Blood Money on that nigga,” she tossed out.
“If so, who put them on my gambling spot?” Something told him that Lissha could connect the dots, but the shit didn't add up.
Lissha saw his mind scanning over the possibilities. She could allow him to uncover the truth on his own then face his wrath once he had done so. Or she could put everything out on the table and ask him to understand.
She decided to play a pat hand because to do otherwise would put everything and everybody at risk. It was time to tie up the loose ends that could expose her complicity. Spank, who had set up licks for Blood Money and knew other things that could blow up her spot, would have to go if things got hot. And he wasn't the only one.
In the meantime Lissha wanted to get closer to Kiam. She missed what was developing between them before things began to come apart at the seams. She understood why Big Zo didn't want her to become intimate with Kiam, but she couldn't fight her feelings any longer. Besides the thump Kiam caused in her chest every time he came around, a bitch needed some good dick in her life and she needed it attached to a boss.
Kiam was sitting there looking mean, sexy, and dangerous all at once. Lissha thought back to the manner in which he had murked Gator. That was so wicked it gave her pussy a fever every time she thought about it.
She unconsciously licked her lips.
“Why you staring at me? You got something to tell me?” asked Kiam, looking at her curiously.
Lissha got up and walked over to where he was seated. She sat down on his lap and placed her arms around his neck. “Why don't you trust me?” she whispered in his ear, then slowly ran her tongue over the lobe.
“Because too many people got bad shit to say about you and the serpent always wears a skirt,” he said.
“You think I would bite you?” Her voice was husky with desire and her hand traveled down his chest. “This is what I want to bite but not hard,” she said, grabbing that steel that shot out babies not bullets.
Kiam couldn't help it, he rocked up at her touch.
“You want to control me? Make me do what you say?” She breathed heavily in his ear. “Give me what I want. Make me submit to you.”
Kiam closed his eyes as she maneuvered her hand inside his pants and released that Dominator that she needed to feel spread her wide open tonight.
Lissha went down to her knees and stroked him. Kiam grew large in her hand and hot to her touch. He stood up and placed his hand on the back of her head. “This what you want?” he asked
“It is,” she panted. Her panties were soaking wet and he hadn't even touched her. Just looking at all that dick was about to make her cum.
“Close your eyes and let me put it in your mouth.” Kiam's voice sounded thick with lust.
Lissha closed her eyes, licked her luscious lips, and opened her mouth to accommodate his girth. Seconds seemed like hours as she waited for that long, thick hardness to slide between her lips. When that steel pushed into her mouth Lissha's eyes shot open.
Kiam held his Nine steady as he looked down at her and gritted, “Try me like a trick again and I'ma puff that new, pretty hairstyle of yours out.” He slowly removed the gun from inside her mouth and placed it in the center of her forehead.
Fear flashed in Lissha's eyes. “Who the fuck is Blood Money?” Kiam gritted.
Panic rose up in Lissha's chest and her life flashed before her as she saw Kiam's trigger finger poised to twitch. “I told you I don't muthafuckin' know!” she yelled, forcing tears from her eyes for added effect.
Kiam grabbed her by the face with his free hand and snarled, “If I find out you’re hiding something from me your daddy won’t be able to save you.”
He slung her to the floor on her ass, fixed his clothes, and walked out the door.
Chapter 8
Back on Track
Lissha stared angrily at the door; if Kiam had been any other nigga she would have run outside and emptied a whole clip in his ass for that fuckery he had just pulled. He must have me confused with the average bitch! She fumed. But the way he handled her made her want him even more. She was just going to have to play her hand better in the future.
She pulled herself up off the floor, went upstairs, undressed and climbed into bed. Settling into her favorite spot she let her fingers do what she wished Kiam had done.
She began by pinching her nipples, imagining that Kiam was biting them gently. “Ssss,” she moaned still hot from what had almost occurred.
Her hand slid down her body and stroked her plump pussy as her ass rose off of the bed and her hips rotated in a slow circular motion. She closed her eyes and could almost feel Kiam's weight press down on her. “Ummm.” Lissha spread her petals open and found her pearl.
She drew tiny circles around it until the heat inside her oven became intense and hot. Then she increas
ed the pace and her legs began to tremble. Her mouth opened and she could taste him going inside, all the way to the back of her throat. Damn, he was rocked up and thick. She made slurping sounds as if she was Einsteining him for real. Her clit jumped and her pussy screamed out to be fucked, pounded into submission.
“Make me act right nigga,” she mumbled to herself as the fire became a blaze.
She was on the edge and needed to release.
Lissha opened her legs as wide as possible and plunged three fingers inside her purring kitty. The climax came instantly and with the power of a tidal wave. “Ahhhhhh—sheeiitttttt,” she cried out as an image of Kiam popped up in her mind and intensified her orgasm. He was banging that ass like it belonged to him.
Take this pussy you mean ass muthafucka.
Lissha panted heavily as her juices flowed down and coated her whole hand. When the nectar stopped flowing she lied still for a minute and tried to recuperate. Within seconds her eyes were closed and she was in La La Land.
Early the next morning Lissha was torn out of her sleep by the loud ringtone on her cell that boomed from across the room. “Shit,” she cursed as she stumbled to the dresser to retrieve it.
“What you doin’?”
“Huh?” she responded with a froggy voice.
“Answer the question,” Kiam ordered as he came to a red light.
“What do it sound like I’m doing?” she said as she moved to the bathroom.
“Get yo ass up and stop getting slick with your tongue. I need you to take care of something for me.”
“Get somebody else. I’m not fucking with you today. I got shit to do.”
“This shit ain’t up for debate. Get dressed I’ll be there in an hour.” Lissha flushed the toilet and headed to the sink to wash her hands. “Damn ma, you in the bathroom?”