TRUST NO BITCH

Trust No Bitch (chapters 4-7)

Chapter 4

In Search Of Answers

Kiam was awakened by a soft but persistent knock at the door. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and swung his legs over the side of the bed savoring the plush carpet underfoot. Looking up, he squinted his eyes against a beam of morning sunlight that peeked through a part in the cream-colored blinds over the main window.

He slid the German Luger from under the pillow and walked bare-footed to the door with the strap down at his side.

"Who's there?" His deep baritone was a little coarse from sleep.

“Room Service,” came the feminine reply from the other side of the door. Which was a shock to him since he hadn’t ordered anything.

The mention of food caused his stomach to growl. He suddenly recalled that he hadn't eaten since he and Lissha had grabbed a couple of Philly steak sandwiches before leaving PA yesterday.

“Leave it outside the door,” he directed.

He allowed a few seconds to pass, then pressed his ear against the door just in time to hear soft footsteps patter away. Cautious by nature he waited a half minute longer before opening the door. He stuck his head out and peered up and down the hallway. Satisfied that everything was good, Kiam pulled the cart inside and relocked the door.

When he uncovered the trays on the cart, the aroma of a decent breakfast wafted up his nose. Kiam licked his lips and inspected the meal more closely. There were egg omelets, hash browns, turkey sausages, toast, cereal, milk, coffee and orange juice. As he began to move the dishes around the tray he saw a folded small card. He flipped it open and quickly read the accompanying message.

     Welcome home, Kiam, Please enjoy your breakfast. I'll see you in a couple days.

Lissha xoxo.

Placing the note back on the tray, Kiam cracked a little smile. He pushed the cart over to the dining area, sat at the table as he wasted no time digging in.

An hour later he had fed his belly, showered, and threw on one of the outfits that Lissha had purchased for him. The cream and brown True Religion gear graced his frame like she had gotten it tailored for him. He checked his reflection in the mirror on the wall in the bedroom, pleased with what he saw. His features had matured while he was on lock but his cold black eyes hadn't changed one bit. They made his youthful face appear unreadable.

“Kiam, what's going on in your mind that causes you to look so serious all the time?” The lady that raised him had often asked when he was growing up.

      Kiam could never quite answer the question. At least not honestly, because the truth might have sent Miss Charlene to an early grave.

He rested his thoughts on her. She had been murdered in her home a year after he began serving his bid. Somebody had to pay for that, and he already knew where to begin looking for answers.

That nigga DeMarcus better have some names on the tip of his tongue when I find him or it's gonna be a bad day for Cuz.

      He sat on the side of the bed and reached for the phone on the nightstand to hit up his dude Czar.  He finally picked up after his phone had rung a half dozen times. Surprise rang from his voice when he realized it was Kiam.

        A short while later, with the April sun kissing the back of his neck, Kiam slid into the passenger seat of Czar's black 2010 Mercedes Benz GLK 350.

“What's good, Bleed?” Czar greeted him with a genuine smile. He skipped the routine gangsta hug because he remembered that Kiam wasn't a touchy-feely type of dude.