Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 3

"So was I," he said, turning in her direction and giving her the same intense stare Kayson gave when he wasn't playing.

KoKo locked eyes with him and tilted her head to the side. "You better do something with those eyes," she ordered.

After a few seconds, he blinked back his gaze and turned back to the baby. KoKo had been having a few problems with him and his small att.i.tude. What he didn't realize was that his mother was a crazy b.i.t.c.h and was being very patient with him. But KoKo saw that she was going to have to get him straight because what she was not going to have was a man child putting his foot in her a.s.s.

KoKo held her glare in his direction, then turned to Mariam and gave her instructions for both babies and Quran while she and Goldie headed upstairs to her bedroom.

"If I ask you again, there will be more than a problem," KoKo said as her eyes pierced the side of his little face.

Quran looked up into KoKo's unwavering eyes, and then moved toward Mariam, keeping his lips pulled tightly together.

"I have it, Mrs. KoKo," Mariam a.s.sured as she took Jarod from Goldie's arms.

Goldie smirked as she watched Quran walk off full of att.i.tude. "He is his father's child," Goldie said, rising to her feet.

"Yup and just like his father, I'ma have to show him who's the boss. Let's go blow these trees," KoKo said as she walked off shaking her head.

Baseem sat comfortable in a thick, suede lounge chair sipping his drink and pulling on a blunt. Kayson was seated across from him stroking his chin as he processed the information that Baseem just gave him about the new crew in New York and Jersey and the new connect. s.h.i.t was tight, and with their absence, the young boys were getting out of hand causing Chucky and Pete to lay a few n.i.g.g.as down; bringing unwanted heat on the trap spots.

"Sounds like to me, I need to take a trip," he smoothly stated, staring at Baseem.

"You know me, Kay...I'm ready to put some n.i.g.g.as on they a.s.s," he pulled hard on his blunt.

"I had the feeling that my presence was needed. I was trying to let these n.i.g.g.as earn their t.i.tles, but with me and KoKo off the scene, n.i.g.g.as comfortable," he stated smoothly as he began to devise a plan.

Baseem nodded his head. "Whatever you want to do, I'm down," he took another deep inhale. "I see your wife got some s.h.i.t brewing," he chuckled taking his drink to his mouth.

"Yeah, her a.s.s thinks she slick. I'ma let her wet her feet a little. You know KoKo is the toughest n.i.g.g.a in the crew," Kayson cracked a semi smile.

"Yeah, we just gotta make sure she put her nose in the place that don't have her in our s.h.i.t."

"Don't worry; I got enough stuff lingering to keep her busy. And you know me; I can always find some s.h.i.t to throw her off my scent," Kayson stated with confidence.

Baseem just sat back and pulled the thick smoke into his lungs, he had a new energy flowing through his veins. He was ready to reclaim the streets and putting n.i.g.g.as on they a.s.s was at the top of his list.

Goldie and KoKo were sitting on the floor in the walk-in-closet smoking a blunt like two high school girls cutting cla.s.s.

"So, what's up, Boss?" Goldie asked, taking some deep pulls.

"I got to get back to the A and straighten s.h.i.t out, and then we gotta go to New York and restructure. I heard that the crew is getting a little out of control. Last, I gotta find out who is behind all my demons. I will never be able to rest until I get all my questions answered," KoKo said taking the blunt from Goldie's hand.

"I understand. I feel the same way. So, what you got planned?" Goldie asked, rubbing her hands together.

"I got a crew of bad a.s.s b.i.t.c.hes that are ready to make a n.i.g.g.a bend and fold," KoKo said, squinting her eyes.

Chapter 5.

First Encounter "I need you to make sure my money is doing what it is supposed to be doing," Baseem stated, giving Steven a firm eye.

"I got you. I have to make sure we cover our a.s.ses," Steven tried to rea.s.sure him.

"I pay you enough money to make sure my a.s.s and every f.u.c.king thing else is covered," Baseem's voice rose slightly, catching the attention and glares of a few people in earshot.

"Let's go upstairs and talk numbers," Steven looked around the huge lobby as his colleagues began to fill back in after lunch. Baseem's voice had already alerted the woman at the desk and the security at the checkpoint.

Baseem stared at Steven for a few more minutes and then agreed to go with him. They moved to the elevator, hit the up b.u.t.ton, and waited. Just as they were about to step inside, a woman flew out the doors running right into Baseem, sending her files flying into the air and scattering all over the floor.

"d.a.m.n," she mumbled as she kneeled down to collect her paperwork.

"My bad, ma," Baseem bent down to help her.

"No, it's my fault," she said, not looking up as she s.n.a.t.c.hed at the paperwork. She was running late and small talk would only hold her up.

"You always starting trouble," Steven accused as he stood back in his charcoal brown Armani suit, watching the two of them scramble to retrieve the doc.u.ments.

"Oh shut up," Simone hurled at Steven. He was her biggest compet.i.tion at the firm and had a way of rubbing her more than the wrong way.

"Clumsy a.s.s," Steven mumbled as he straightened his tie.

Once all the papers were back in her hands, she looked up and met eyes with the man that she had almost knocked down. When he shot her a pretty warm smile, her heart jumped.

"Do you make a habit of knocking people down?" Baseem asked smoothly as he rose to his feet, extending his hand.

Simone was lost for words as his comforting voice settled against her eardrum. She put her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up.

"No, I was running a little late," she said, trying to settle her breathing and collect her thoughts.

Baseem looked at the small amount of cleavage that showed off her soft breast. Her light brown hair draped the sides of her face accenting her brown eyes and soft pouty lips. His eyes moved over her curves that were perfectly p.r.o.nounced in her dark grey pencil skirt.

"I guess it was my fault," he proclaimed, bringing his gaze back to hers.

"Maybe we should just both watch where we are going," she slightly flirted.

They stood in an eye lock, caught up in each other's smiles until Steven cut in. "Excuse me, but we gotta go," he announced as he held the elevator doors open and stepped inside. "You can holla at Mrs. Stuck up later," he said, holding his finger on the open door b.u.t.ton.

Simone dropped her smile and shot a hard stare at Steven. "I hope you blow up," she hurled in his direction, and then began to walk off. "Thank you and enjoy your day," she coldly said to Baseem putting pep to her step.

"Can I ask your name?" Baseem yelled out as she put more distance between them.

Simone kept moving, turning the corner headed to her destination.

"d.a.m.n, why you blocking n.i.g.g.a?" Baseem asked as he stepped on the elevator.

"You don't want to f.u.c.k with that stuck up b.i.t.c.h. She evil as h.e.l.l," Steven spat as he recounted in his head the many times he tried to mess with her and she d.a.m.n near spit in his face.

"f.u.c.k what you heard. Evil p.u.s.s.y taste like sugar," Baseem spat with a smirk on his face.

"Well, her evil a.s.s must be diabetic sweet," Steven said as they exited the elevator.

"Let me warn you. I don't give a f.u.c.k about none of this fancy suit and upscale building s.h.i.t. If you f.u.c.k with my money, I will blow your f.u.c.king head off," Baseem said as he locked eyes with Steven.

"You can go in conference room one while I grab your profile," Steven swallowed his spit hard as Baseem's words echoed in his mind.

"Yeah, you do that," Baseem said as he walked off headed to the first gla.s.s-enclosed room. His mind was focused on his money, but his d.i.c.k was tapping his zipper reminding him of how good the mysterious woman's a.s.s looked as she walked away. Baseem didn't give a f.u.c.k what Steven said, he was going to make sure he s.n.a.t.c.hed her up first chance he got.

Chapter 6.

The Council KoKo stood by her candy apple red Mercedes watching as the two cars she waited for pulled on to the private airport blacktop heading in her direction. She had a foolproof plan and was about to kick it into full effect. As the cars came to a stop, a slight smile turned up at the side of her mouth. Each driver moved to open the door to release KoKo's deadly council.

Goldie jumped out the back seat grabbing her purse, and then she threw on her shades. Her golden dreads were twisted back neatly into a bun. She stepped hard toward KoKo in her white skin-tight jeans with her booty bouncing just right with every step as her heels clicked against the pavement. Goldie glanced over at the other vehicle and watched as the females exited one by one. She took note of their appearance from head to toe. Wardrobe was on point hair and skin flawless and curves that made a man wanna answer questions he wasn't asked. Goldie nodded her approval. They looked prepared for the occasion, but she still wondered who these new b.i.t.c.hes were, and what the boss had up her sleeve.

"What's up, Boss?" Goldie asked, giving KoKo a smile and then taking her position next to her.

"We about to find out," KoKo responded, keeping her eyes on the newbies.

Both women moved from the vehicles dressed in all white as requested, with a small overnight bag over their shoulder; exuding the same strength and confidence as Goldie. Just like her, they took no s.h.i.t and were prepared to put a n.i.g.g.a on their a.s.s if he breathed wrong. Neither woman spoke a word as they approached, focused on their mission.

"What it do, KoKo?" Adreena asked, stopping a few feet way.

"I'm on your time, you tell me!" KoKo shot back.

"What's up little mama you ready for my big world?" KoKo asked Breonni, looking her over.

"Does a d.i.c.k love to go deep?" Breonni shot back.

KoKo smiled at Breonni's slick tongue; for the first time, she had a replica of herself. "That's why I f.u.c.ks with you," KoKo said then turned to the steps leading up to the plan.

"Ladies this is Goldie. Goldie this is Breonni and Adreena." The ladies shook hands and exchanged a few words. "Let's board," KoKo said turning to the steps.

The woman filed a single line and followed her onto the private jet.

KoKo took her seat; Goldie and Adreena placed their bags down, took seats across from her, and buckled up. Breonni looked around at the interior and was mesmerized as her bag slid slowly to the floor. Everything seemed to bling. The soft, tan leather looked like b.u.t.ter and the shiny silver that draped over the arms sparkled. She had flown many times, but being on KoKo's private jet make her feel like a celebrity. Breonni took the seat next to KoKo, fastened her seat belt and prepared her mind for takeoff.

When the plan was at the proper height, the seat belt sign was turned off; and as if on cue, the flight attendant brought them each a tall gla.s.s of white wine, and then sat a black marble ashtray with a small golden box on the table next to KoKo.

"Thank you and we won't be needing anything else," KoKo looked up into the flight attendant's eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded and walked off, closing the cabin door behind her.

KoKo looked over her shoulder, waiting a few moments before she began.

"Now that I finally have us all together, let's take this s.h.i.t up a notch," KoKo announced, bringing her drink to her lips. After taking a few sips, she sat it down, opened the box next to her, grabbed a blunt and lit up.

"The first order of business is to keep my business in your head and never let it slip from your tongue," she spoke firm, releasing a thick stream off smoke from her mouth. "Remember, if a m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka turns the tables on you, you better kill yourself before you turn on me because I don't know mercy. But that b.i.t.c.h, murder...she is my best friend," KoKo looked in the eyes of each woman for weakness or doubt.

"I f.u.c.ks with you the long way. I am tried and tested. You all I got," Goldie locked eyes with KoKo to show her sincerity and allegiance. She had reservations about the other two b.i.t.c.hes; but she knew, without a doubt, that KoKo had her back and for that, she was ready to give her life for her.

KoKo picked up on Goldie's insecurity and addressed it immediately. "Goldie, questioning your loyalty was never my intent. Yes, Adreena and Breonni are new to the team and they too have been tried and tested. And make no mistake, each person that I have chosen, I didn't do it with my heart. I chose each of you because you are best for the job," she paused and relit the blunt. "Goldie, yeah, you are official and together we can kill a few m.u.t.h.af.u.c.kas; but we can kill a whole lot more if they can't see which one of us deadly b.i.t.c.hes has the gun."

"Salute," Goldie said as she raised her gla.s.s.

Breonni and Adreena raised theirs in agreement. KoKo raised her gla.s.s last and smiled before giving her final warning. "Death is the only thing guaranteed when you play with the big dogs. Be careful."

They brought their gla.s.ses to the center, and then threw the drink to the back of their throat. "I can't wait for y'all to meet Lu; that n.i.g.g.a crazy," KoKo chuckled, then pa.s.sed the blunt.

"Who is Lu?" Breonni asked, reaching over for the pa.s.s.

"My secret weapon," KoKo sat back, crossed her legs and smiled as she saw her plan coming into full play.

Chapter 7.

Dutchess "Come see me," the oh-so-familiar voice boomed into Dutchess' ear.

"For what? Whatever you can say to me could be done with this phone call," Pashion applied lotion to her hands as she tried to calm her mood.

Dutchess paused and gagged the silence.

"Just meet me at our usual spot; seven o'clock sharp, not a minute after," the woman gently warned.

"Pashion, you clearly have not learned who I am after all these years. I don't bend to threa-"

"They know," Pashion cut her off from her rant.

Dutchess sat silent as Pashion's words moved through her mind and a slight chill eased up her back.

"Seven o'clock sharp," Pashion said, then disconnected the call.