Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 2

"I'm on my way."

6 months later...

Brenda slowly moved Tyquan's arm from her waist and eased off the bed. The anxiety of having Kayson and KoKo out there and not knowing if they were hunting her, like she was hunting them, had begun to take a toll on her spirit. Even in her sleep, there was no peace. She walked into the bathroom to take a look in the mirror to see just how much the stress was affecting her appearance. As she turned her head from side to side, a smile came across her face.

"b.i.t.c.h, you ain't got s.h.i.+t to worry about," she said aloud, admiring her well-maintained 5'5", 125 pound figure, chocolate brown skin, and sultry eyes; then she ran her finger along the bridge of her keen nose and full brown lips. At the age of fifty-two, she looked better than most twenty-year olds.

Brenda ran some water over her face, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and headed to the living room in her thong and tight t-s.h.i.+rt. She grabbed the remote and opened the blinds; they parted and slid across the floor-to-ceiling windows before settling in separate corners of the room.

Brenda grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, put on her sneakers, and then climbed onto the treadmill and turned it on high speed. She looked out over the city as she ran; her mind busied itself with thoughts of money, power and revenge. The more she fantasized, the faster she ran. Sweat drizzled down her body as if she was cleansing herself of any feelings of love or regret. She needed to feel only pain and heartache with the only goal in mind...her enemies' heads as trophies on her shelf.

Chapter 2.

Time's Up KoKo laid the baby in her playpen and moved to the kitchen counter to place her call. As she dialed the numbers, her well-calculated plan played in her mind.

"h.e.l.lo," Goldie answered as she walked around her living room rocking little Jarod in her arms.

"I see they finally sat our a.s.ses down," KoKo said, cracking a smile as she rested her body against the counter.

"h.e.l.l yeah, got my a.s.s on double house arrest. I need more than Calgon to take me away," Goldie said as she continued to rock a cranky, teething baby.

"You feel like getting out and playing for a little while?"

"h.e.l.l yeah," Goldie bubbled up with excitement.

"I'ma send Bas to get you."

"A b.i.t.c.h will be on the curb," she joked.

"See you in a few days," KoKo disconnected the call.

When she hung up, she immediately called Baseem. "What it do, play boy?"

"Sheeeit...you know me, making these n.i.g.g.as pockets depressed," Baseem said as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table and released smoke from his lungs.

KoKo got quiet.

"Why you get quiet, you jelly because daddy won't let you out to play?"

"Kayson got two kids and I'm not one of them," she said, moving to the window and looking at the sun dancing on the crystal clear pool water.

"That's what your mouth say."

"Whatever, n.i.g.g.a. I need you to go get Goldie."

Now it was Baseem's turn to get quiet. After a brief silence he spoke clear words. "Do Kay know?"

"What the f.u.c.k am I...five? Just take care of it for me," she stated firmly.

"Don't get in no s.h.i.+t, and most importantly...don't get me in no s.h.i.+t,"

"Love you too," she disconnected the call, placing the phone on the counter before staring out the window for a few seconds. When she turned around, Kayson was standing right behind her, causing KoKo to jump.

"What was that about and why yo a.s.s so jumpy?"

"Why you always sneaking up on me?" she quickly moved to where he was standing and hugged him tightly, kissing him softly on the lips, then slipping her tongue into his mouth. Kayson squeezed her tightly, enjoying her tongue play. When she pulled back, his mouth was happy and his d.i.c.k was hard.

"Don't try to distract me with all this a.s.s and t.i.tties," he said, gripping her firmly in his hands. "Why you sending Bas for Goldie?"

"I miss her and the baby and we haven't seen them in a while," she stated, kissing him again, and then pulling back from his embrace.

"Don't get f.u.c.ked up," he smacked her a.s.s as she moved toward the sink.

"I have been a very good girl," she replied, rinsing off Quran's lunch dishes.

Kayson moved to the sink, coming up behind KoKo and wrapping his arms around her. KoKo continued to wash the dishes as she could feel the heat coming off of Kayson's frame.

"I need you to be more than good," he gently warned.

KoKo looked forward, not wanting to say anything that would reveal her hand. Lying to him was impossible, but the truth could be deadly.

"Baby, I would never do anything to harm our family," she stated in an attempt to soften his mood.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Reluctantly, she turned and looked up in his eyes.

"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Don't get caught up in this war. I have done everything in my power to keep you and the kids safe. Behave yourself," he gave her an intense stare through his hazel eyes.

"I promise," she said, trying to even convince herself.

Kayson just raised his eyebrow at that statement. He knew his wife well. The children had gotten older and her thirst for revenge was getting stronger. It was only a matter of time before she was going to get away and get her feet back in the streets.

Kayson held their gaze for a few more seconds. "Yeah, a'ight. Call Mariam up here to look after the children and come upstairs and give the Enforcer a long, wet conversation," he said, then kissed her lips.

"You are so spoiled," she responded, giving him a smile.

"I am supposed to be. Let's go." He tapped her b.u.t.t and walked off.

When Kayson walked out the kitchen, KoKo dropped the smile from her face. She knew that she was about to do the total opposite of what he had just asked and she could only pray that he would find it in his heart to forgive her.

Chapter 3.

Deadly Reign "Hold that n.i.g.g.a up," Baseem ordered Pete and Chucky.

They each pulled at one side of the man's body in effort to keep him steady on his knees.

"Baseem, please..." Mo pleaded, looking up at him with sweat running down his face. He twisted his wrist in the tight restraints that held his arms behind his back.

"n.i.g.g.a, you tried to f.u.c.k me," Baseem flat out accused, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Nah, I swear on my kids yo. I ain't do it. I have always been loyal to you and Kayson," he tried to plead his case.

"Shut the f.u.c.k up!" Baseem yelled, causing his voice to echo around the empty room.

As Baseem moved closer to Mo, the intensity of his anger poured from his spirit as his shadow danced on the walls in the dimly lit room.

"Baseem, I swear. I didn't cross you," Mo said one more time as urine began to seep through his clothes. He looked down at the sharp knife tightly gripped in Baseem's hand; tears rolled down his cheeks and all he could do was pray.

"I can respect a cheat, may even have love for a gullible a.s.s n.i.g.g.a, but a snake...all I can give him is death."

Mo had made a grave mistake. He had crawled in the bed with one of Baseem's s.e.xy, but deadly, informants and then his tongue got slippery. Baseem tilted Mo's head back as he stared down into his frightful eyes.

"You of all people should have known better; when you climb up in some deadly p.u.s.s.y, the only thing you're supposed to do is moan. Not snitch!" Baseem said with his teeth gritted tight.

Without hesitation, Baseem began stabbing Mo in the throat repeatedly. Blood poured from his veins as flesh tore from his neck. Baseem released Mo's head and it bobbled to the side. Pete and Chucky released his arms, causing his body to slam to the floor in a puddle of blood.

"d.a.m.n, n.i.g.g.a...you got blood everywhere. n.i.g.g.a got on his good s.h.i.+t," Pete said looking down at his b.l.o.o.d.y clothes.

"I had to stab that n.i.g.g.a in his throat; maybe in the hereafter, he will learn how to shut the f.u.c.k up. Let's clean this piece of s.h.i.+t up. I got a trip to make."

Chucky and Pete pulled out two huge butcher knives and began to dismember Mo's body; limb by limb.

Baseem turned to the exit. He had another mission to complete; Goldie. As he got in his car he said aloud, "One down, many to go," he started his engine plotting his next kill. He and Kayson were on a mission. Kayson was working from the top and Baseem was working from the bottom. They were going to run the rat into the middle where he would have no other choice but to reveal himself. The only fear they both had was KoKo, and if her search would get in their way. The last thing they wanted was for KoKo to end up at the wrong end of their deadly reign.

Chapter 4.

Sneaky Baseem drove in silence from the airport to KoKo and Kayson's house. The sun was beaming and the feeling of tranquility came over him as he pa.s.sed all the colorful flowers and tall palm trees. Every time he visited them, he could feel the calm that KoKo always described as o.r.g.a.s.mic.

As he pa.s.sed the many crowds of people in the market place, he occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror at Goldie and the baby. He had to admit, she was beautiful; all the baby weight was gone and her pretty smile gave him a sense of comfort. Goldie's dreads were neatly twisted and pulled back into a bun and her soft golden brown skin was flawless. He could definitely see why Night had s.n.a.t.c.hed her up.

Baseem drove up into the hills to Kayson's hideaway thinking about what he and Kayson had planned and he wondered what KoKo and Goldie were up to. Pulling to the gate, he had to admire the setup. The walls around the small compound where at least fifteen feet high. Security was out the a.s.s; gunmen and cameras everywhere, Kayson had it all covered. Baseem entered the gate and pulled to the door.

Stepping out the car, he looked up and took in some sun. He popped the trunk and sat the bags on the ground, then headed to the back door to a.s.sist Goldie with the baby. When he opened the door and looked at little Jarod, his heart thumped because all he saw was Night.

"Can you take this for me?" Goldie asked, pa.s.sing him her bag.

Baseem took her bag and moved to the side allowing her to exit the car. Goldie clutched Jarod in her arms and headed up the walkway.

Baseem watched the perfect jiggle of her a.s.s as she walked. He just shook his head as he refocused is vision. Goldie positioned herself at the door so she could see KoKo first. It had been months, and she needed this vacation bad; but she knew her Boss and that KoKo most definitely had some s.h.i.+t on the burner. She was ready to execute a well-calculated plan.

When KoKo heard the bell, she placed little Malika in her chair and headed to the door. When she opened it, Goldie was smiling big with her handsome chocolate bundle in her arms.

"d.a.m.n, you look good; let me find out that Cali air got a b.i.t.c.h glowing," KoKo said, opening the door wide for them to pa.s.s. "Look at this little chocolate drop," KoKo squeezed the baby's cheeks.

"Girl, I be chillin'...smoking that ohhh wee," Goldie said, giving KoKo a half hug. "Plus, you know Wadoo won't let us out of his sight."

"s.h.i.+t, I know that's right, he has specific orders," KoKo let go of Goldie and shot her eyes at Baseem. "Why yo face always tight?" KoKo asked as he pa.s.sed her.

"'Cause I smell some bulls.h.i.+t in the air."

"Boy, shut up. Ain't n.o.body doing s.h.i.+t."

"Yeah, a'ight," he responded, walking to the seating area and placing Goldie's bag beside the couch. "Where is Kay?"

"He's downstairs in his hideout. Can you send Quran upstairs when you get down there, its lunch time," KoKo said, looking at her watch. "And stop acting like somebody trying to do something to you," she shot him a side-eye.

"It's not me I'm worried about. Don't make my brother f.u.c.k you up," Baseem walked off headed downstairs.

"Ain't n.o.body scared of Kayson," KoKo called out as she heard the door shutting.

"Where would you like these, Ms. KoKo?" her butler asked, holding the two duffle bags he had retrieved from outside.

"You can put them upstairs in the guest room at the end of the hall," KoKo instructed. As the butler moved up the steps with the bags, she waved at Goldie to follow her.

As Goldie walked into the large, all white living room she began, "You know they gonna be all over us, KoKo," Goldie took a seat on the couch.

"Well, they better get real close because I'm about to act the f.u.c.k up," KoKo stated as she entered the living room.

"That's why I f.u.c.ks with you," Goldie chuckled.

"We gotta go up to my little hideout. I am sure the ears are pressed to the door," KoKo walked to the intercom and summoned Mariam to the main floor to look after the children.

Within seconds, Mariam came from one direction and little Quran ran from the other. "Mom you wanted me?" he asked, running past her and straight to Goldie, taking the baby's hand in his and shaking it back and forth.

"Yes, you need to eat," she raised her eyebrow.

"I'm not hungry. I want to go back downstairs with daddy."

"No. He is taking care of business," KoKo spoke firm.