Trap Fever Trilogy

by MJ Cannabliss

  “Look, I’m trying to get straight down to business, Black,” Aleesha said, trying not to beat around the bush.

  “Aight, what’s wit it?” he asked.

  “I need that bitch gone, straight up,” she stated. “Nothing too fancy, you know. No bloodshed, no trace, just something quick and easy.”

  “Shit that’s nothin’. How much we talkin’ exactly?” Black asked, now with his full attention on Aleesha.

  “15 g’s.”

  “Consider that shit well done,” he stated happily as he bit into his food.

  “Thanks, foolie,” she gratefully returned.

  “Number 41, your order is ready!” the hostess yelled out over the loudspeaker.

  “That’s us babe, go get the food. This may be our last meal as free men and women,” Aleesha said, making all three of them laugh.

  ***

  Black pulled up to the front of the Budget Lodge and parked on the street, avoiding the security cameras at all costs. Fuck, this bitch better hurry up, he thought to himself as he sat waiting in his car. Thankfully, Porsha didn’t have him waiting that long. A minute later, she was opening his passenger door and took a seat.

  “Hey Joe,” Porsha said before she was even fully seated. Black never gave dope heads his real name or street name, and he used a Tracfone when doing business with them. This prevented him from getting caught up with the police if one of them ever tried to snitch on him.

  “Wassup,” he returned coolly.

  “So what’s been goin’ on?” she asked, trying to spark up a conversation.

  “Ay, I got some other shit to take care of, so we need to cut this chit chat short,” he answered rudely.

  “Oh, no problem, my bad. How much do I owe you?”

  “45.”

  “Okay here. Thank you,” Porsha said as she handed him the money in exchange for the dope. She exited the car and quickly walked back to her room, and as fast as she walked back, Black was just as fast leaving and hopping on the freeway.

  Because she paid for her room a week in advance, and had a “Do Not Disturb” sign on her door, Porsha’s body wasn’t discovered until a few days later. The hotel clerk had called her room phone numerous times to ask her if she would be checking out, or if she was going to be paying for another week. When he didn’t get a response, he sent the maid to inform her that she either needed to pay or leave the room. When the maid made it to her room and didn’t get a response after knocking on the door for a couple minutes, she let herself in. Porsha was found dead in the bed, with a rubber band tied around her arm and a syringe still in her hand.

  Dangerously In Love

  A few days later, Aleesha arrived at In The Stars like it was a normal evening.

  “Hey Aleesha,” everyone in the shop said in unison as soon as she came through the door. To everyone else it was a regular Wednesday night, but to her, one false move could cost her her life. She conversed with everyone for a few minutes, and then went into her office. She balanced her books, did a little inventory, and placed a few calls. Then she made sure all the cameras were working, just in case she needed an alibi. Just like her houses, all of her shops had security cameras that watched the inside of the buildings and the front entrances.

  An hour later, she was ready to execute her plan. She had a restroom inside her office with a door that led outside to the back of the building, where they kept the vehicles the drivers used for the delivery service after hours. She knew she only had about 40 minutes to complete her tasks because the shop would be closing soon, and the workers would be out there to start making deliveries. Luckily for her, she only had to travel five minutes away. She changed her clothes while she was in the bathroom, then was out the door and in a 2007 Chevy Malibu, headed for her destination.

  Aleesha stopped and parked around the corner from Milasia’s house. She had on all black—a black hoodie sweater with her silenced P32 in the pocket, black sweats and some black Timberland boots. She also put on a black, short bob wig. She walked casually around the block, and when she got to Milasia’s house she made sure not a soul was in sight, then snuck around to the side of the house. There was a door that led into the garage, and Aleesha knew it was never locked. She got her gloves out of her sweats pocket, slid them on and opened the door.

  Aleesha walked through the garage to the door that led into the house. She knew this door wasn’t ever locked either, so she listened to see if she could hear Milasia. When she heard the faint noise of the shower going, she rationalized that Milasia wasn’t in the living room. She opened up the door, looked around, then walked into the living room as she took her gun out. As soon as she heard the water from the shower go off, she rushed into the bedroom.

  When Aleesha opened the bedroom door, she wasn’t expecting anyone else here—especially a man—so she panicked. Before the man could even get a word out, Aleesha put a bullet right in the middle of his head and he slumped over in the bed. She heard the bathroom door open and close, and knew Milasia was approaching her bedroom, so she hid behind the door.

  “Aaahh!” Milasia screamed as soon as she walked through the bedroom door. Aleesha hit her over the head with the pistol and she fell to the floor, the impact almost making her pass out.

  “Get up bitch,” Aleesha instructed, not feeling any remorse for her once close friend. She took her wig off so that Milasia could see who she was.

  “What the fuck?” Milasia asked, holding her head, trying to regain her strength.

  “Where the fuck is your phone?”

  “Aleesha, what are you doing?” Milasia asked as she got up off the floor.

  Aleesha aimed the gun at her head. “Bitch don’t ask questions, just do what the fuck I say.”

  “Okay,” Milasia said as she walked to the dresser and retrieved her iPhone 6.

  “Call Marcus, and tell him to come ASAP. It’s an emergency,” Aleesha told her as soon as she picked up her phone.

  “What the fuck for?” Milasia asked curiously.

  “Don’t question me bitch, just do it!” Aleesha yelled as she hit Milasia with the pistol again. The hit fazed her, but she was able to keep her balance this time. “Put it on speaker, and I swear to God if you say anything out of place, I’ll kill you where you stand,” Aleesha threatened.

  “Okay,” Milasia said as she called Marcus. Luckily he answered on the first ring.

  “Wassup,” he said once he answered.

  “Hey, what are you doin’?” she asked.

  “Shit, why wassup? You feenin’ for daddy dick?” he arrogantly asked.

  “Yeah,” she answered sarcastically. Thankfully he wasn’t paying attention to the tone in her voice. “How fast can you come over?”

  “Give me like fifteen minutes.”

  “Okay,” Milasia said as she hung up the phone and set it back on the dresser.

  “You a good little set-up bitch, huh? Didn’t even hesitate to call him,” Aleesha said as she shook her head. “Bitch, you thought you was getting away with all this bullshit, huh? I heard you and Marcus talking. How the fuck could you do this?” she asked, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. “You were like a sister to me.”

  Milasia just started giggling. She was high off of cocaine, having just did a couple lines an hour earlier. At first the drug had her scared and frightened, but now, she felt invincible.

  “What the fuck is funny?” Aleesha asked, getting angrier by the second.

  “You bitch, you ain’t gon’ do shit with that,” Milasia stated knowingly. “The only reason you shot that nigga is because you probably got scared,” she said, referring to the man slumped over in her bed.

  “See, that’s where you got shit fucked up. You’re not coming out of this room alive either. You almost had Cali killed, and I fucking lost my baby.”

  “Nobody cares, Aleesha,” Milasia said as she took a seat at the edge of her bed.

  “Why? Why the fuck did you do it?” Aleesha asked in tears now. She couldn’t believe som
eone she cared so much for was so heartless now. She knew she only had a few minutes left, but she had to know the truth.

  “Why would I care about yo life when you took someone else’s away from me?” Milasia heartlessly asked.

  “Mila, what are you talkin’ about?” Aleesha asked, becoming confused.

  “You know what I’m talking about, Aleesha. You didn’t have to fuck him.”

  “Fuck who?” Aleesha asked, utterly confused.

  “Ronnie,” Milasia stated as she gave Aleesha a deadly stare.

  “Bitch, I didn’t fuck him!” Aleesha yelled. “He raped me, Mila.”

  “Whatever, you always tryna play the victim. I loved him, Aleesha,” Milasia said as she began to cry.

  “Mila, I would have never done something as grimy as that. He raped me and he beat me,” Aleesha said as she closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to get the images of that night out of her head. “And why would you do that to your brother? He only wanted to protect us.”

  “Us!” Milasia shrieked. “He did that for you!”

  “No he didn’t,” Aleesha said as she slid down the dresser and sat on the floor. “You forgot all those times he beat yo ass but you stopped Cali from doing anything to him?”

  “We were in love—”

  “Bitch, love don’t disrespect you and beat you senseless when it’s mad!”

  “He still loved me!” Milasia screamed back.

  “Mila,” Aleesha said as she shook her head in disgust. “If you really believed that shit you’re more fucked up in the head than I thought.”

  “What the fuck ever, Aleesha. Not everyone is lucky enough to find the perfect man.”

  “My husband is far from perfect, and I damn sure wouldn’t try and kill the people closest to me if he got killed for doing some shit like that,” Aleesha said as she began to cry. “And on everything I love I would have killed him myself if he hurt you as bad as Ronnie hurt me,” she said, staring at Milasia with tears streaming down her face.

  “Everything always seemed so easy for you without you even havin’ to try,” Milasia said as she stared down at the floor and cried.

  “Mila, you and me were friends for how long?” Aleesha asked as she sat her gun down next to her on the floor. “You know my life hasn’t ever been easy.” She scooted closer to the bed.

  “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Milasia said as she looked down at Aleesha, who was now sitting on her knees in front of her.

  “It does matter, everything still matters,” Aleesha said as she took Mila’s hands into her own. “Man Mila,” she said with a sigh, “so many people have lost their lives and are hurting over this bullshit, why couldn’t you just confront me about it?”

  “Because, he was already gone. I just didn’t care anymore,” Milasia admitted hurtfully.

  “I’m sorry,” Aleesha said as she hugged her. “I know you loved him, but you deserved so much better.”

  Milasia began to cry uncontrollably as she hugged Aleesha back. “I’m so sorry,” she cried out, still hugging Aleesha and not letting her go. “I’m sorry for everything.”

  “It’s okay, Mila,” Aleesha said as she rubbed her back and comforted her. “I love you and I forgive you.

  The two women sat crying and hugging each other for well over fifteen minutes. The only thing that broke them apart was the opening of the front door and Marcus’s voice echoing throughout the house.

  “Ay, Mila, I’m here baby!” they heard him yell as he got closer to her bedroom door.

  The Show Must Go On

  Savage and Marcus had been chilling together all day, drinking and smoking at Marcus’s stash house. Savage couldn’t stand being fake around him all day, but he knew he and his wife had a plan to stick to. So at around 8 p.m. when it was finally time to go, Savage was more than happy to leave. They got in Marcus’s Mustang and headed toward In The Stars.

  “Man bro, when we gone make the shop shit official?” Marcus asked Savage as he cruised on the highway, swerving off of the bottle of Hennessey they had just finished. For a few months now Savage, with Aleesha’s permission, had been planning and going through the process of giving Marcus full ownership over Mary Jane Getaway. But once Savage found out the truth about his so called best friend, it all went down the drain.

  “In time, nigga. There’s still a couple more papers and shit I gotta go through. But in a month tops, it’ll be yours.” Savage replied back, lying.

  “Aight. Hell yeah that shit is gone be live as fuck. I’m turnin’ that extra storage room into a chill spot, like a VIP lounge and shit. I’m gone put a stripper pole and have a bar in that mothafucka’,” Marcus planned excitedly as he exited off the freeway.

  “Hell yeah,” Savage dully responded. “Ay, I need you to do me a favor?”

  “Yeah, what is it?”

  “I need you to drop me off at the shop and go pick up some food for me. Aleesha’s supposed to be havin’ this lil’ appreciation party for everybody in the shop.”

  “Damn, and I didn’t get no invite?” Marcus asked with a chuckle.

  “Shit I didn’t even know about it until today, and I wasn’t invited either. But you know how Aleesha is, always doing shit last minute.”

  “Yeah,” Marcus said with a laugh. “Aight, where am I gettin’ it from?”

  “Wong’s. And I need you to go pick up some drinks from the store. Let me know when you on yo way back.”

  “Aight fa sho’,” Marcus said as he approached the shop. He let Savage out in the front and headed to go get the food.

  When Savage got in the shop, everyone greeted him as usual, even getting dap from some of the usual male customers. “Is wifey in the office?” he asked Jay, who was one of the workers.

  “Yeah, boss lady is in there,” Jay answered, nodding his head in the direction of the office.

  “Aight thanks,” Savage said as he headed to the back. Once inside the office, he could see that Aleesha had already left. Now he just had to sit and wait for Marcus’s return to put the rest of his plan into motion.

  ***

  Cali pulled up to the liquor store to get him a bottle of Remy Martin. He was on his way to this female’s house that he started messing around with, and was getting some drinks to help set the mood. He got out of the BMW and immediately noticed the red Mustang parked across the street at Wong’s.

  “Ol’ slob ass car,” he said aloud as he walked into the store. He bought the bottle of Remy and a two-liter of Coke and was out of the door. He got in the car and called his new little side chick to let her know he was on the way. Then as soon as he started his car up to leave, he noticed the male getting into the Mustang.

  “Damn, this must be my lucky day,” Cali said as he opened the bottle of alcohol and took a swig. He put the top back on it and threw it in the passenger seat as he began trailing the car.

  ***

  After 15 minutes, which seemed to drag by slowly, Savage received a call from Marcus. “Yeah,” he said into the phone as soon as he answered.

  “Ay, I’m here,” Marcus said.

  “Aight I’m doing some shit right now so bring the food in and then pull around to the back and I’ll be ready,” Savage instructed him.

  “Aight,” Marcus said as he ended the call and did as he was told. He brought in all the food and drinks, then pulled around to the back. Savage stepped outside the office and instructed Jay not to let anyone touch the food, and that it was for them when the shop closed. Jay agreed to watch it and Savage went back into the office. He went into the restroom and changed into all black sweats with a black hoodie and black Timberland boots just as his wife did, and went outside to meet with Marcus.

  “Ay, I just got a call from that bitch Mila. I know we’re supposed to be going to the club, but I need to go hit that bitch real quick. You tryna take that ride with me?” Marcus asked as Savage got in the car, not even paying attention to Savage’s changed clothes.

  “Shit, I ain’t got shit else to do,” Savage
replied as Marcus began to drive. “When did you start fuckin’ around with her anyway?”

  “Shit, not too long ago,” Marcus replied emptily as he drove.

  They arrived at Milasia’s house five minutes later, and he and Savage hopped out the Mustang and went to the front door. Marcus knocked but didn’t get an answer, and became furious. “This dumb bitch know to leave the door open when a nigga comin’. Her stupid ass better be glad she gave me a key,” he said aloud as he searched through his key ring for the key to her house. After about a minute of him tussling with his keys, he found the right one and let them both inside.

  Marcus headed straight toward the bedroom while Savage followed behind him after he shut the front door. “Ay Mila, I’m here baby!” Marcus yelled through the hallway as he walked toward her room. “What the fuck!” he yelled as soon as he opened the door. Aleesha and Milasia were sitting there looking at him with a cold stare. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at Smurf laying naked in the bed with a bullet in his dome. “What the fuck is this?” he asked as he slowly walked into the room, eyeing both women suspiciously.

  “You should know what the fuck this is,” Savage said as came from behind Marcus and hit him in the back of the head with his Desert Eagle. Marcus stumbled into the middle of the room and onto the floor. He tried to get up, but stayed down once he was met with Savage’s gun against the back of his head.

  “Blood, what the fuck—”

  “Shut yo bitch ass up, nigga,” Savage said as he nudged Marcus’s head with his gun, silencing him. “You alright, babe?” he asked Aleesha, noticing the dried up tears that were on her face.

  “Yea I’m good babe, I just couldn’t do it,” she said as she stood up and grabbed Milasia’s hands, also making her stand up.

  “I ain’t mad at you,” he said understandingly, “but y’all need to get up outta here, aight?”

  “Yeah, this is grown man business,” Cali said as he walked through the bedroom door with his M15 pointed at the men.

  “Oh my God!” Aleesha said as she stood wide-eyed, staring at him. “Cali, what are you doing?”