Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance

Lock Down Publications Presents

TRUST NO BITCH 3: Deadly Alliance

A Novel by

CA$H & NENE CAPRI

Copyright 2014 by CA$H and Nene Capri Trust No Bitch 3 (Deadly Alliance)

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First Edition March 2014

Printed in the United States of America

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  

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Trust No Bitch 3

Deadly Alliance

Prologue

A
s Wa'leek drove back home with the bag of money on the seat next to him he thought of all the ways he would torture Treebie before killing her. “’Til death do us part,” he said as he reached the house.

Treebie's other whip wasn't in the driveway so he knew that she wasn't home yet. It didn't matter, he was going to patiently wait on that ass to return then he would show her no mercy. Deception and deceit were unpardonable.

He hit the remote and pulled back into the garage. He waited for the garage door to come down then he grabbed the money off of the seat and went inside the house. As he stepped through the door headed for the bedroom. Treebie cr
ept up behind him and put a gun to the back of his head. “You should've left well enough alone,” she muttered.

Even through the distorter that she wore over her throat, Wa'leek recognized his wife's voice. He stopped in his tracks trying to steady his breathing as he let the bag slip from his grip and fall to the floor as he contemplated his next move. “Stop playing, baby,” he chuckled, trying to throw her off but Treebie wasn't fooled.

“Nah, you stop playing, nigga. I know you found the shit in the basement. You left the door to the cabinet wide open and the lock on the floor. Seek and you shall find, you ever heard that?” she asked ominously. 

“I ain't ever heard shit,” he spat.

“Well you heard it now. Take it to the grave with you,” she replied coldly.

“Would you really kill me, ma?” he asked as his chest began to heave up and down.

“Try me and get your shit blown the fuck out your head,” said Treebie. She gripped the banger with both hands and widened her stance. “Kiss the carpet nigga or kiss this life goodbye.”

Wa'leek remained standing but nothing moved but his mouth. “This Wah, baby—your muhfuckin' husband—not some random ass nigga you're about to jack.” He slightly raised his voice with his eyes settled on a picture of them that probably captured the last of the bond they had left.

“I know who you are but ask me if I give a fuck. The question is 'do you know who I am'?” spat Treebie.

Wa'leek's mouth tightened and his response came out bitter and hard. “I thought you was my baby but I guess I was wrong because the Treebie I knew would never put a gun to my head. So nah, I don't know who the fuck you are, why don't you tell me?” His anger was now replaced by hurt that resonated from his tone. No matter their differences he had thought that she loved him.

“You can miss me with all that bullshit and lay the fuck on the floor before I put your brains up on the ceiling,” she commanded.

“Nah, ma. You know I'm not going out like no bitch. Fuck lying face down, if it's really like that you're gonna have to look me in my eyes and take my life,” he said. “Can you really do that to your nigga?” Wa’leek tried his hand at reason.

“You know how it goes, I’m 'bout that Blood Money. I'll kill you and sit down and smoke a blunt, have a drink and pour some out for the niggas who ain’t here. I'm that bitch,” she reinforced.

“Blood Money, huh?” he said, recalling how vicious they had been when they ran up in Riz's spot. The memory of that night was forever ingrained in his mind so there was no mistaking it, Treebie was indeed a killah. But would her trigger finger be as quick and merciless towards him as it had been towards others? “Blood Money,” he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You wanted to know,” she gritted. “Now you have your answer but it's going to cost you your life.”

Wa'leek couldn't help but chuckle. Treebie had been a herb from the burbs when he first cuffed her and introduced her to the game years ago. Now she was turnt all the way up, willing to spill his blood to protect Blood Money's identity. Hell no, he couldn't believe that she would really pull the trigger. She had to be bluffing.

“So you're gonna choose Big Zo and some bitches over me, is that how you get down?” He challenged her loyalty.

“Shut the fuck up with the sermon and put your dick in the carpet!” Her voice barked on the back of his neck.

“You put it there.” Wa'leek called her bluff. “You that bitch. Bust that muthafucka then.” Wa’leek’s chest filled with fury and hate. In that moment he decided that if she didn’t make a move quickly he was going to put her on her ass.

Treebie was a split-second away from spraying Wa'leek's noodles all over the living room. As she
gnashed her teeth and stared at the back of his head, memories of them together in blissful times flashed through her mind and pain struck her heart. Her knees wobbled under the weight of the decision that lie at the tip of her finger. Just a bit more pressure on the trigger and his head would explode, and her complicity with Blood Money would go to the grave with him

The room fell silent as Wa'leek waited for her to do what she had threatened to do. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate. When he didn't hear her gun clap or feel something hot blast through the back of his head he slowly spun around and faced her.

Treebie now held the gun pointed between his eyes but her hesitation gave Wa'leek the upper hand. In the dim light that illuminated the living room, he looked into those blood red eyes and shook his head. “You're pitiful, ma. For real, look at you. Is this what you let Big Zo turn you into?” His gray eyes were admonishing.

“Big Zo didn't turn me into nothing, you did this shit,” she yelled.

“Don't blame this on me. That nigga got a hold on you. What the fuck did he do to you?” Wa’leek asked choosing his words wisely.

“What he didn’t do was fuck my friend,” she hurled.

The unexpected accusation bounced off of the walls and settled in Wa'leek's ear hard. “What the fuck is you talking about?” he replied with a creased brow and a set jaw.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Tears began to form against her blood red shields.

“I don't know shit,” he maintained.

“Nigga, I know all about you and Donella.” Treebie felt sick as the words slid out of her mouth. The tears she had held in for years were now running down her face.

“Who told you that stupid shit, Lissha? You letting her fill your head up with lies against me? Fuck is wrong with you? You can't trust that scandalous ho.”

“Lissha didn't tell me shit, I got it straight from the horse's mouth.” She stared coldly into his eyes.

Wa’leek’s brow dropped and the anger in his face softened.

“Yeah, look shocked nigga. She came to me while you was locked up and confessed everything.” Treebie's lied to get him to confess. “Why do you think I haven't moved back home with you? You betrayed me, nigga. I gave you all of me and you traded it for pieces of the next bitch. ‘You love me’? Fuck you, your love don’t mean shit.” Her voice shook with fury.

Wa’leek knew in that moment that she was not bluffing, the secret he had tried hard to protect her from had been exposed. Now that the truth was laid out in all if its ugly nakedness there was nothing left for him to do but confront it head on. He looked at Treebie and the red in her eyes behind the contacts was as hot as the flames of hell. Wa’leek’s heart pounded in his chest as fear and regret coursed through his body.

Treebie looked in his gray eyes and clacked one in the chamber. With her other hand she removed the distorter from over her throat; her breathing quickened and her lips tightened as her mind replayed the images she formed of Donella riding and sucking Wa’leek's dick. When she spoke again it was in her natural voice and its tone was as lethal as the ratchet in her hand. “My girl, Wah? Really? That's how you do me?” She lowered the gun below his waist. “Nasty ass muthafucka! I was faithful to your dirty ass.” Treebie sneered.

Wa'leek sneered back at her. “Fuck that bitch,” he spat. “You gonna kill me cause a nigga busted a nut? That bitch didn’t mean shit to me. As soon as I took the condom off and flushed it down the toilet I flushed that bitch with it. It was nothing but a nut. You're the only woman I ever cared for, you know that. That shit was business.”

“Yeah? Well this is about to be personal,” she said harshly.

“Personal? Fuck you think it was when you was running around taking orders from Big Zo over me. How do I know you didn't fuck that nigga?”

“You know what, Wah? Fuck you. You out here sticking your dick in the dirt and you questioning my fidelity? This pussy always confirms my loyalty. Don't insult me. I'm a loyal bitch.” She lifted the gun to his chest aiming it at his black heart.

Wa'leek braced himself for the blast but he didn't turn pussy. “Do what you do. But like I said, that bitch ain't mean shit to me.”

“Neither did I, obviously,” Treebie snapped. Her feelings were collapsing and the wall she had built between them was crumbling at her feet.

She was talking that murder shit but her gun hadn't popped off so Wa'leek knew that she was wavering. She might've been that bitch but he was her weakness. He held out his hand and softened his voice. “Hand me the gun, ma, before you fuck around and do something you'll regret.”

“Back the fuck up.” Treebie raised the Glock back up to his head. Her palms filled with sweat as she tightened her grip around the handle. A lump formed in her throat and her heart raced with uncertainty.

Wa'leek let his arm fall down to his waist while continuing to hold her stare. Treebie watched him intensely, if he reached for his banger she was going to put a whole clip in his dome and go have that stiff drink that was summoning her.

Wa'leek wasn't about to test her gun but he damn sure was about to play on her love. He flashed her a puppy
dog look and appealed to her heart. “Baby, we're bigger than that one mistake. You don't wanna kill me over that punk ass shit. We can move past that and the Blood Money stuff. You're my wife fuck everything and everybody else. We can team up against all those muthafuckaz. Fuck 'em all with a fat ass dick, it's you and me against the world. Ya boy, Spank, is dead, I did that nigga and his bitch a little while ago. And I'll do the same to Kiam and any other nigga. You don't follow but one nigga's lead and that's mine.”

“I can't trust you, Wah.”

“Since when?”

“Since you played me with my own girl.”

“I didn't play you, baby. Yeah, I fucked up but charge that shit to the game not my heart. You know I don't give a fuck about nobody but you. Don't you know that?”

“I thought I did,” she replied a little over a whisper. She lowered the gun and wiped at the tears that streamed from her eyes with the back of her hands.

Wa'leek made his move. He stepped towards her and gently took the gun out of her hand and brought it down to his side. “C'mere, ma,” he whispered lovingly, pulling her into his arms.

“No, Wah, your shit ain’t working this time.” She squirmed to be free.

“Let me make this right, ma,” he spoke softly, tossing the gun on the couch and holding her tightly in his arms.

Treebie stiffened momentarily then surrendered to her heart's call and melted into his familiar embrace. “Baby, why you do me like that?” she cried against his chest.

“I'm sorry, ma,” he said, holding her closely and kissing away her tears. His touch felt like a thousand apologies. As tough as her exterior was his whispered 'I love you's' seemed to melt away that shell that protected her emotions. He could still reach that softness inside of her that made her a woman. “I'll make it up to you, ma, that's my word,” he promised as his mouth covered hers and she gave into the desire that she still felt for him in spite of his transgression.