Trap Fever Trilogy

by MJ Cannabliss

  “Whatever,” Milasia said, rolling her eyes. “By next week, all will be said and done. Cali just needs a little more convincing that Aleesha set him up, and we need to somehow tie Savage into all of this before it all goes down.”

  ***

  Aleesha stood in the hallway, and almost passed out. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. How could two people that were so close to her and her husband set her up like that? Not to mention Milasia being the one behind Cali getting shot. She didn’t want to believe that Milasia could betray her, but knowing Marcus was in on it was unbelievable. He was like family to her, despite what they had been through. She wanted to bust down the door and kill them both where they lay, but she knew she had to tell her husband. One thing she didn’t want to do was handle this “business” without him.

  ***

  Savage pulled up to his house and noticed his wife’s Camaro was gone. “Fuck, how the fuck did she get her keys?” he asked himself out loud as he threw his car in park and turned off the ignition. Then he remembered the amazing head his wife had given him earlier that morning. A slight grin appeared on his face as he reminisced. “Damn she slick.” But then reality hit him and snapped him out of his trance as he remembered the real reason he was there.

  He picked up his Samsung Galaxy Note 4 and scrolled through his call log. It didn’t take him long to get to Aleesha’s name and he hurriedly tapped it and called her phone. He patiently sat waiting for her to pick up but after a minute it went to voicemail. He waited a minute, thinking she couldn’t get to her phone fast enough, but after three minutes passed, he started getting antsy. He called her back after another five times, but still no answer. He knew his wife, and if she didn’t pick up because she was busy, she would text him back. But five minutes later and still no text or call back had Savage worried. He kept trying to call her back, but still wasn’t getting an answer. He sat in his car and prayed everything was all right with her, all the while was still calling her in hopes she would answer.

  ***

  Aleesha crept back out of Milasia’s house and ran across the street to her car. She hopped in and took her phone out. “Fuck, fifty missed calls. What the fuck happened now?” she asked herself as she went through her phone. When she seen that it was her husband, she knew he probably went back home and seen that she wasn’t there and was blowing her phone up. She put her phone away and decided she was going to deal with him being mad that she left when she got there. She started her ignition and raced home.

  When Aleesha pulled up, Savage was outside in the front yard pacing. She didn’t know what to expect looking at his facial expressions. He looked mad and worried at the same time, and as soon as he noticed his wife, he ran up to her car. She barely had a chance to get out before he was all over her.

  “Where the fuck have you been? And why didn’t you answer yo phone?”

  “I just came back from Mila’s house,” she said as they walked up the driveway.

  “Why didn’t you answer yo phone man?” he asked her again, worriedly.

  “It was on silent, my bad,” she responded apologetically.

  “You good, but yo ass know you ain’t supposed to be out nowhere.”

  “I know but that shit don’t even matter no more.”

  “What you mean?” Savage asked as he stopped in his tracks.

  “Babe ...” Aleesha said as she stopped and turned around to face him. “I found out some shit about Mila and Marcus.”

  “Fuck, me too,” he said as they began walking again. They got inside the house and went straight to the living room and took a seat on the couch.

  “Look we need to talk, cuz there’s a lot I need to tell you, and you may not be ready to hear it,” Savage said warily as he looked at his wife.

  “Okay, well roll up. You probably gon’ need another one by the time I tell you everything,” Aleesha said as she shook her head, thinking on how to tell her husband everything.

  “You ain’t ever lied.”

  They sat and told each other everything they knew, except for Savage holding back a few facts. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Aleesha he slept with Milasia or that Noelle had been messing around with Marcus, and he prayed that she would never find out.

  The Truth Will Set You Free?

  Cali arrived at Milasia’s house later that night. He had two major intentions, to find out the truth about who shot him, and why she thought Aleesha had something to do with it. He walked up to her steps and knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?” Milasia yelled out, sitting on her living room couch.

  “It’s me, sis!” Cali yelled back loud enough so she could hear him through the door. She got up off her couch and opened the door to let him in. Once inside, he shut the door behind him as they walked back to the living room.

  “Wassup, Cali?” she nonchalantly asked as she sat back on the couch, Cali following suit.

  “Shit, came through to see what you was doin’. You tryna drink?” he asked. Cali knew that the best way to get to his step-sister was with liquor. Once she was drunk enough, it was like she had diarrhea of the mouth.

  “Hell yeah, you know me. What’s the occasion?” she asked as she went and grabbed two cups. He had brought a big bottle of peach Cîroc with him, and when she came back with the cups, he poured both of them a glass of it.

  “Shit, just wanted to come chill with my sis for a little. Talk about some shit.”

  “Okay, shoot,” she replied as she took a sip from her cup.

  “You got somethin’ to eat?” Cali asked. “I’m hungry as fuck.” He wanted to make small talk and make sure she was drunk enough before he started drilling her.

  “Yeah I just ordered some pizza, it’s in the kitchen.”

  They both got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. They ate on pizza, wings, and pasta while they sipped on the Cîroc and talked about irrelevant topics. By the time Milasia was finished with her food, she was on her third cup of liquor. Cali knew in no time she would be tipsy enough for him to get the information he needed out of her.

  Twenty minutes later and sure enough, Milasia was bumping her gums. Cali knew this was the perfect opportunity. He just had to ask the right questions.

  “Ay sis, why do you think Aleesha out of all people would set me up?” he asked as they walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.

  “It’s what I heard from my sources, bro,” she stated as she situated herself on the couch.

  “And what sources is that?”

  “You remember how I told you I was fuckin’ wit’ her nigga’s best friend?” she asked, trying to jog his memory. “Well, he told me.”

  “You never said it was the nigga’s best friend,” he stated doubtfully. “You talkin’ about that bitch ass light-skinned nigga?”

  “Yeah, him,” she agreed.

  “Why? That shit don’t make no sense though.”

  “Look, don’t trip about it. I don’t know why she did it, but I took care of it,” Milasia said with a smirk and sly laugh.

  “So it was you that had her jumped?”

  “Duh, bro.”

  “Cuh, are you fucking serious?” he asked, getting heated.

  “Yeah, what else was I supposed to do?”

  Cali pounded the coffee table, frightening her. “Fuck Mila!” he yelled. “That nigga could have told you anything.”

  “Nah, I got that nigga sprung,” Milasia stated conceitedly. “He wouldn’t lie to me.”

  “You sound stupid as fuck right now,” he said as he shook his head and looked back at her. “And how would you know that if it was her she didn’t have that nigga and her nigga shoot me? You did say that that’s her nigga’s best friend.”

  “Because if it was him, he would have killed you,” she stated gravely. “You better be glad he was just the driver.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?” Cali was furious. He couldn’t believe what his ears had just heard coming out of her mouth.

  “
Nothing bro, I meant if it was him, he would have killed you. Look, I know—” Milasia began, trying to hurry up and cover her tracks but she couldn’t even finish her sentence before she felt the steel slap her across her face.

  WHACK!

  She flew back into the couch and started seeing stars. Cali grabbed her by her throat, just barely allowing her to breath. “Bitch, are you out of yo mind?! You fuckin’ a nigga that almost killed me, and you knew about it this whole time. Cuh, you had something to do with this?” he asked with a wicked look in his eyes.

  “Cali ... I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, it ...” Milasia said between gasps.

  WHACK!

  He slapped her again with the pistol, this time busting her nose. “Bitch, I should kill you, but I’ma get that nigga first. And who was the other nigga?”

  “I don’t know ... I swear. He didn’t tell me,” she responded, still gasping for air.

  “Cuh you lyin’,” he said as he tightened his grip around her neck.

  “No I’m not, I swear.”

  “Where the fuck is that nigga at? And if you lie to me, Mila, I swear to God when I come back I will fuck you up, and that’s on the set, cuh,” he threatened as he released his grip from around her neck.

  “He’s out of town right now, but I swear when he gets back I will let you know,” Milasia answered back once she caught her breath, rubbing her throat.

  “You must think a nigga stupid, huh?” he asked, now pointing the gun at her head.

  “No I swear, I’ll give you his address,” she answered with a frightened look on her face. “But he won’t be there for a couple days. He went out of town with his girl.”

  “If you lyin’ to me, you already know the deal cuh, family or not.”

  “I know.”

  “Dumb bitch,” Cali said as he stood up and started pacing back and forth.

  “Bro, I’m sorry,” Milasia said, beginning to cry.

  “Bitch I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want shit to do with you. You better be glad I don’t have somebody come over here and fuck you up,” he said as he stared down at her. “Or even do that shit myself,” he said as he flinched at her, making her cringe.

  “Cali please.”

  “Bitch shut up,” he spat, “I don’t even wanna be around you no more. What’s his address?”

  Milasia gave Cali an address and he was on his way, but she knew it wasn’t where Marcus would be. It was the address to the home he shared with Lala, but Milasia knew Marcus was at his other apartment. He stayed there when Lala was out of town or when they were arguing and he didn’t want to be bothered by her. Milasia also knew Lala was in New York and wouldn’t be back for another week or so, so she knew she would have time to warn Marcus before Cali came after him.

  As soon as Cali left, Milasia rushed to the restroom and cleaned herself up. She thought about calling Marcus, but decided against it. “Fuck it,” she said to herself as she grabbed the bottle of Cîroc and chugged away at it.

  Our Little Secret

  Aleesha and Savage woke up the next morning on a mission. They had to come up with a plan so they sat at home smoking blunts, thinking of the perfect crime and how to get away with it. They wanted to do something quick, fast and easy, they just didn’t know what. They needed an idea that was believable and fool proof, and after thinking about it long enough Aleesha knew exactly what she wanted to do. She ran down the plan to Savage. They just had to decide when it was going to get done.

  “Babe, why didn’t you ever tell me Marcus tried to fuck you?” Savage asked Aleesha, changing up the topic of their conversation.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, stunned. The question had caught her off guard. She didn’t know if she should try to lie to her husband about the situation, or tell him the truth. She didn’t ever expect him to find out about that night, and especially didn’t expect him to be bringing it up now. She hadn’t told anyone about it, and just hoped he didn’t hear any false facts in regards to it.

  “You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that shit Aleesha!” Savage exclaimed furiously. He wasn’t mad at his wife for not telling him, he was mad at the fact that his best friend tried to have sex with her.

  “Because, I was scared,” she admitted timidly. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I just thought he was too drunk.”

  “Man, ain’t no such thing as too drunk. That nigga knew what the fuck he was tryna do.”

  “Babe, I’m sorry—”

  “You don’t have to be sorry,” Savage said, cutting her off and calming back down. “I’m not mad at you cuz I know it wasn’t yo fault. I just wish you would have told me. I would have been killed that nigga.”

  “Who told you anyway?” Aleesha asked, realizing he never told her how he found out.

  “Noelle did when she came to the shop.”

  “How the fuck did she know?” she asked, both confused and angry.

  “I don’t know,” he answered as he shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t tryna ask that bitch the details. I didn’t even think that shit was true. But that shit don’t matter, ‘cause that nigga is getting his. Come on, we gotta go.”

  Savage and Aleesha had connects for any and everything they wanted or needed, and artillery was definitely one of them. So for this matter they only trusted going to one place, which was the trap. The trap was a car mechanic shop owned by a guy named Nutty. They called it the trap because on the outside, it was a legitimate car mechanic shop with some of the best mechanics in the Inland Empire. But on the inside, shady business was done deep under.

  They arrived at the trap less than an hour after leaving their home, and a couple minutes before the shop closed. Nutty only let people down into the basement when the shop closed, and that’s exactly where they needed to go.

  “Wassup Nutty!” Savage yelled out as soon as he got in the garage and spotted Nutty.

  “Hey Nut,” Aleesha addressed him, following behind her husband.

  Nutty was busy working on a 2005 Pontiac Grand Am when they entered. “Hey. How’s my favorite couple doing?” he asked in response. Nutty was dark and baldheaded with a big beer belly, and only stood a couple inches taller than Aleesha. They first met Nutty at the beginning of their relationship, when Savage’s Impala needed a new engine. They took it to Nutty and because of his low prices and excellent quality of work, have been trusting him with their cars ever since.

  “We doin’ good. Tryna see what’s crackin’ wit’ the basement,” Savage responded as he approached Nutty with dap.

  “Oh okay. What y’all tryna do?” Nutty asked, giving them his full attention.

  “Shit, we need some tools,” Savage replied, rubbing his hands together.

  “Aight, gimme 20 minutes and meet me around back,” Nutty humbly replied.

  Thirty minutes later, Nutty met up with Savage and Aleesha in the alley at the back of the building. He unlocked the back door and led them into a 1000 sq. foot renovated basement, but most of it was unseen. They entered the lounge, a room about the size of an elementary classroom, with a full bar, poker and pool table, and various other furniture in it. There was a secret door hidden underneath the staircase that led to the rest of the basement.

  Nutty walked them through the hidden door and into a hallway. They walked past the first door on the right, which was the drug farm. It housed any and every drug you could think of, new and old, and had a separate room inside where some drugs were cooked up. They continued further down the hall and came to the second door to the right, which was the artillery room. It housed guns and the accessories, and also had a room on the inside that was soundproof where you shot targets and practiced using the weapons before you bought any of them.

  “You sure you really ready for this babe?” Savage asked Aleesha before they got inside the room.

  “Yeah,” she answered back, not sounding too convincing.

  “You positive? I can handle this shit by my
self.”

  “Yes,” she answered, nodding her head. “I know we agreed that I wouldn’t have to get my hands dirty anymore unless it’s absolutely necessary, and I think that this time it is.”

  “Okay. Once it’s done, we can’t take this shit back.”

  “I don’t plan to.”

  Once inside, Aleesha went straight to the pistols. She already knew what type of gun and attachment she wanted, and ten minutes after she practiced with it, they were ready to go.

  While Aleesha was testing out her new toy, Savage had received a very important call. He had got word on where Porsha, one of the females who jumped Aleesha, was hiding at. She started turning tricks at the Budget Lodge while trying to stay low-key and out of sight. But she messed up when she needed to get her fix, and she called no one other than Black.

  Usually, she picked up from one of her tricks, Ron, but he was out of town. So he gave her the number to the guy who supplied him, which was Black. Black had sold to her a couple of days before hand, but that was before he found out who she really was. Since the streets didn’t have any rules—coupled with the plentiful bounty she had on her head—he gave up her location without thinking twice.

  “So how you wanna do this bitch in?” Savage asked her as they were driving on the I-215 south freeway. They were on their way to meet up with Black at Sundowners.

  “Honestly, babe, I’m not trying to waste too much time on this bitch. She lightweight for real. We could just give that bitch a bad batch of dope or some shit,” Aleesha responded irritably.

  “Damn, babe, I think that just might work.”

  They arrived at Sundowners and ordered their food to dine in. Black was already seated and enjoying his meal when they joined him. He made sure he got them a booth far enough in the cut, so no one could hear their conversation.

  “Wassup, my nigga?” Savage asked, always being the first to speak as he and Aleesha scooted in the booth.

  “Shit, what’s goin’ on?” Black asked, stuffing his mouth with steak and shrimp. Black was real tall and as dark as Wesley Pipes with a fade.