Trap Fever Trilogy

by MJ Cannabliss

  THE TRAP FEVER TRILOGY

  Addicted to Dope Boys

  By

  MJ Cannabliss

  Felony Books, a division of Olive Group, LLC,

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  Copyright © 2017 by MJ Cannabliss

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Trap Fever Trilogy

  Acknowledgements

  TRAP FEVER 1:

  Prologue

  Earlier That Day...

  The Beginning - 2007

  The Best and Worst Birthday, Ever

  Early Morning Blues

  Daddy’s Home

  The Double Standard

  Bro’s Before Hoes?

  Moving On To the Next

  Who Can You Trust?

  Meanwhile In the Car...

  The Scare

  Case of the Ex

  Valentine’s Day

  Momma’s Baby, Cali’s...

  Here We Go Again

  When Friends Get Together

  How Everything Began To Crumble

  Pillow Talkin’

  TRAP FEVER 2:

  Acknowledgements

  June 18, 2014

  A Home in the Bay

  The Deal on the Side

  Grown Man

  Wedding Day

  All Hell Breaks Loose

  Meanwhile...

  Phone Home

  Visiting Hours

  Girl Talk

  What Best Friends Are For

  It Ain’t No Fun If the Homies Can’t Have None

  A Real Woman by Your Side

  Unexpected Blessings

  Cold Blooded

  Later That Night...

  The Aftermath

  Revenge

  Beach Party

  Revenge Pt. 2

  Old Lovers, New Enemies?

  On The Other Side of Town...

  What’s done in the Dark...

  The Truth Will Set You Free?

  Our Little Secret

  Dangerously In Love

  The Show Must Go On

  When Reality Hits

  Rehab

  Let’s Celebrate

  The Start of Something New

  Girls That Like Girls

  Surprise, Surprise

  TRAP FEVER 3:

  Caught Up

  Snapped!

  Twisted Confessions

  Time to Let Go

  Black Friday

  Early Christmas Gift

  Christmas Havoc

  The Truth Between the Lines

  Changing Illogical Thinking

  Stalker Tendencies

  Jealousy

  Murder Suspect

  Shameful Secrets

  And The Father Is...

  A Much Needed Break

  How Life Would Have Been

  Temptations

  Infatuated Sensi

  An Early Labor

  Hurtful Confessions

  Forgiveness and Acceptance

  Welcome Home, Baby CJ

  He Almost Got Away With It

  Extended Family Visit

  The Real MVP/The Final Farewell

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  Publisher’s Note:

  This novel was previously titled “She Don’t Get Tired.”

  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost, I would like to thank my heavenly father for blessing me with this amazing writing skill, for showing me how to use it and for guiding my steps on what to do with it. I would like to thank Jordan Belcher and Felony Books for this gracious opportunity to represent the company as one of your authors. To all my family and friends, thank you guys so much for all the support and encouragement. I love you with all of my heart. I especially want to give thanks to my fiancé, best friend, brothers and parents. JC, thank you for dealing with me and all my craziness, but also for the support and constant love you show me each and every day. Morgan, you’re the best friend anyone can ever have, and I thank you for pushing me to reach my full potential to make this novel what it is. Royce, Mook and Priece, I can’t stand y’all sometimes, but I am my brother’s keeper. I know you guys want the best for your only sister and I appreciate everything you guys do for me (I’m still the cutest though, lol). Daddy, I hope your little girl is making you proud. R.I.P. Boss Binky, you are loved and will forever be missed. And mommy, even though you haven’t always been able to physically be present in my life, you were always there emotionally and you taught your daughter well. I love you more than words will ever explain, and I can’t wait until you to come home.

  TRAP FEVER 1:

  Addicted to Dope Boys

  By

  MJ Cannabliss

  Prologue

  POW!

  That was the last sound Cali heard before everything went dark. A few minutes earlier he would’ve never thought he would be looking down the barrel of a gun. He was just leaving his baby momma Passion’s crib when he noticed the black Cadillac Escalade slowly creeping around the corner as he walked toward his 7 Series BMW. He didn’t think anything of it because Passion lived in a pretty safe neighborhood in Redlands, until it was too late. As he was reaching to open his car door, he heard the screeching of tires and gunshots.

  POW, POW, POW, POW, POW!

  The loud gunshots rang out the car as Cali fell face first on the pavement. “Ahhh!” he howled out as his body hit the floor.

  The burning sensation from the gunshot wounds he was suffering from became unbearable. He was hit once in his lower abdomen and twice in the right leg. The vehicle got a few houses down when it stopped and a masked man stepped out from the passenger’s side. Cali had turned on his back and was able to see the man get out and walk toward him.

  As his assailant got closer, Cali knew that this was his karma finally catching up to him, and all he could think about was his daughter. He kept wondering about her life without a father, and was it worth all the risks and wrong doings that got him here. He prayed one last prayer to God, promising that if He was to let him see another day, he would be a better father and leave the fast life of gang banging, hustling, and partying, alone.

  When the masked man finally made it to Cali, he hovered over him and started taunting him.

  “Do it already,” Cali’s deep voice bellowed as he began to cough up blood.

  “Ha-ha, bitch nigga,” the man said while laughing. Then he pumped one last slug into Cali’s chest.

  Earlier That Day...

  “Oh, yes, Cali, right there!” Aleesha cried out. “Mmm, I’m about to cummm ...” she moaned as her juices began to trickle out of her pussy. Cali had his face deep in between her legs, lapping up her sweet juices while she squirmed from the pure bliss of his tongue. After he was finished orally pleasing her, he raised up on his knees to admire her gorgeous body.

  Aleesha was five-foot-three, with velvety chocolate colored skin. She was a BBW and was plump in all the right places. Her face was flawless with pearly wh
ite teeth that could light up a room, full lips, a plump nose, and big round beautiful dark brown eyes. Her thick, silky black hair went to the middle of her back but was at the moment in a messy ponytail. She had succulent, ample 40DD breasts with chocolate gumdrop nipples, a petite protruding belly, wide savory hips, thick meaty thighs, and an onion-shaped ass, and every inch of her body turned Cali on. He couldn’t wait to feel the insides of her waiting walls.

  Cali reached for his designer jeans next to the bed and pulled out a condom, then slid it on his corpulent rock hard 8-inch shaft. He spread open Aleesha’s legs, marveling over the cleanly shaved glimmering pink pussy in front of him, and slowly began penetrating her.

  “Damn, baby, this pussy is good. You got a nigga wantin’ to cum ...” he said before Aleesha drowned out his voice with her own moans. They kept in tune with one another as their bodies became one, and Aleesha was enjoying every minute of it. Twenty minutes later, Cali was whispering in her ear, “I love you,” while they both climaxed. He climbed off of her and they both lay under the cover staring at the ceiling, thoughts consuming their minds.

  “Cali, we can’t do this anymore,” Aleesha stated abruptly, breaking him out of his trance. He laid with his hands behind his head, and waited a few seconds before he responded to her.

  “Why not?” he asked as he turned his head to look at her, not really wanting to know the answer.

  “Because I’m still in love with Savage,” she declared. She shifted on her right side to look at him.

  “So? That shit ain’t stopped you before, so why is it stoppin’ you now?”

  “Because, you and I both know all this sneaking around and cheating shit ain’t cool.”

  “But it’s okay for the nigga to do it to you?” he asked, getting angry.

  “I never said it was. But two wrongs don’t make a right.”

  “Man,” Cali said as he sat up against the headboard. “Why the fuck did you come back then, talkin’ ‘bout you missed me and shit?”

  “I don’t know,” Aleesha answered back sarcastically.

  “Now you don’t know. Cuh, if you wanted some dick, that’s all you had to say. Don’t have me thinkin’ you really finna leave this nigga and we gone work on us, when you still wanna be wit’ him.”

  “I didn’t just want dick from you, Cali,” she said as she shook her head.

  “Cuh, whatever,” he said, waving her away.

  “You got a lot of fucking nerve right now.” She sat up in the bed. “Ain’t yo baby momma Passion expecting to see you later?”

  “So what? I’m goin’ over there to see my daughter.”

  “Whatever, Cali, the conversation I heard was way different, but yeah, you just going over there for your daughter.”

  “Cuh, I’m not about to waste my time explainin’ shit to you.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up.”

  “Oh, so now I’m a bitch?” She threw off the cover. “Fuck you Cali!” she yelled as she got off the bed and grabbed her Scout Hobo pebble leather Coach purse from the nightstand.

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he yelled out after her as she walked into the bathroom.

  Aleesha locked the door behind her, and set her things on the sink counter. She opened the door to the stand-in shower and turned the water on. She took her HTC One cell phone out of her bag as she waited for the water to warm up. She heard Cali trying to open the door, but to no avail.

  “Aleesha, open the door,” he yelled while still trying to open it.

  “Leave me alone, Cali,” she said back as she began to make a call. She didn’t want him to come in and seduce her, which for some reason was easy for him to do. She had a weak spot for him.

  Cali was stocky and stood at five-foot-eleven with the most intriguing brown skin tone. He had jet black hair that was in a tapered mini afro with a Nike swoop on the left side, a chin beard that was neatly lined up and connected to his sideburns, and had a light brown/ hazel eye color. His whole body was tatted from his neck down to his legs, including a California mural spanning across his back that highlighted important moments in his life like the birth of his daughter and the streets where he grew up. Aleesha could never resist him whenever he was around, and his smooth deep voice alone made her panties wet.

  “Come talk to me,” he said through the door as he jiggled the handle.

  “No, I’m a bitch remember,” she said as she took a seat on the toilet.

  “You know you ain’t a bitch. I didn’t mean that shit, just open the door so we can talk,” he pleaded with her.

  “Please, just leave me alone,” she said as the person on the other line picked up. Cali didn’t say anything as he let go of the door handle and took a seat on the bed. “Y’all ready?” she asked the person on the phone low enough so Cali couldn’t hear her. “Aight, I’m leaving in like 30 minutes. Bye.” She hung up the phone and set it on the counter before stepping into the shower. She bathed for fifteen minutes, got out and dried herself off, and then lotioned her body. She then wrapped herself in a towel, gathered her things and went back into the room.

  Cali was fully dressed in his denim blue Ricky Straight True Religion jeans, a plain black True Religion short-sleeve shirt, and sport blue retro 3 Air Jordan’s, and was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a blunt.

  “You wanna hit this?” he asked Aleesha as she walked out. She sat her bag on the bed, took the blunt from him, took two hits, and began to get dressed. “I apologize, Leelee,” he said as she passed him back the blunt.

  She didn’t say anything as she finished putting her black pencil skirt and white tank top back on, along with her black unique Coach flats.

  Cali leaned over to the night stand and put the blunt out, then sat back up. “Don’t be like that, Aleesha,” he said as he pulled her down in his lap.

  “I’m not being like anything, Cali. I’m sorry for dragging you back in my life, but you won’t ever have to worry about it again,” she said as she tried to get up from his lap.

  “Man stop,” he said, pulling her back down and planting a kiss on her lips. “You know I love you and that pussy will always be mine,” he stated jokingly.

  “Shut up,” she said, cracking a smile as she playfully hit him on the shoulder.

  “Nah, I’m serious though. No matter what you’ll always be bae,” he said as he gave her another yet passionately filled kiss. He began rubbing on her body and kissing on her neck. He slipped his hands under her skirt and started fingering her pussy. She tilted her head back and soft moans began to escape from her lips. “Spend the night wit’ me,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I can’t, Cali,” she said as she regained her composure and pulled his hand from under her skirt.

  “Yes you can. What’s stoppin’ you?” He looked her in the eyes.

  “No I can’t. And I gotta go handle some business at my shop. You got plans tonight anyway, remember.”

  “C’mon, Aleesha.”

  “Boy, boo! If yo girl only knew,” she said between giggles. She stood up and grabbed her bag off the bed.

  “Cuh, she ain’t my girl, she just my baby momma,” he shot back defensively.

  “Either way y’all still fucking around, and she’s expecting you home tonight.”

  “I guess man,” he said with disappointment in his voice. Right as she was reaching the door, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back closer to him.

  “Cali, I gotta go,” she said, turning around to face him.

  “I just want you to know that I’m still here for you regardless of anything,” he said as he looked her in the eyes.

  “I know, Cali.”

  “Promise me you still gone be here for me.”

  “I promise,” she stated as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she was out of the door.

  The sun was beginning to set as Aleesha walked to her car. As she stared at the horizon, she noticed a black Escalade with tinted windows parked a few cars dow
n. She knew she recognized the car, but kept on with what she was doing. Unbeknown to her, it had been trailing her all day and followed her here. She jumped in her black on black 2014 Chevy Camaro and left.

  “We gon’ wait for that nigga to come out and follow his ass,” the man in the driver seat of the Escalade said to the other man sitting on the passenger side. And when Cali finally made his exit, they trailed him.

  The Beginning - 2007

  Aleesha poured herself a cup of Hennessey and made her way to the back yard to join the pool party.

  “Ballin’!” everyone in attendance yelled out as they sang along with Jim Jones’s “We Fly High.” They all imitated making a basketball shot—hand in the air tilted at a 180-degree angle. It was a warm spring day in Southern California, and everyone was clad in swimwear, with the exception of a few. The smell of barbeque was lingering and the masses of young adults and teens were scattered about, talking amongst each other.

  Aleesha was wearing a baby blue and black polka dot two-piece bathing suit and black sandals. The top was a halter top that covered her stomach, and she wore denim shorts over the G-string bikini. As she got further into the backyard, she spotted her friend Milasia sitting on the edge of the pool by the deep end, surrounded by a group of guys.

  She and Milasia first met at Golden Valley Middle School, when Aleesha was 13. Milasia was two years older and was one of the few 8th graders that associated with the 6th graders. She took Aleesha under her wing, showing her the ins and outs of the school. They did everything together and now three years later, they were as thick as thieves.

  “This bitch is always in some nigga’s face,” Aleesha thought aloud as she made her way over to her friend.

  “Damn, Leelee, what took you so long?” Milasia asked her when she was in ear shot. Milasia was a redbone, with almond-shaped dark brown eyes and bright red hair that was in a long Pocahontas braid. She stood at five-foot-three, with hips for days and an apple-shaped ass. She was wearing a red and black two-piece, exposing her flat stomach and tanned legs, and the colorful floral tattoo that covered her whole left shoulder drew your attention straight to her round 38C breasts.