Free Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance by Ca$h, Nene Capri Page B

prisoners in visitation eyed him with salacious appetites, but he paid very little attention to them other than a curt nod or a quick insincere smile. He was more than used to a woman's attention.
    His eyes searched the room for his woman. When he located her, he moved quickly to the back where she was seated, looking as delectable as ever. Big Zo stopped in front of the table and took in her appearance. Lissha's hair was pinned all to one side and very curly. The light makeup that she wore highlighted her attractive features perfectly, making her eyes and cheekbones stand out.
    Big Zo's eyes traveled down pass her pouty lips and her sleek neck to the swell of her breasts. The green and bright Juicy Contoure top snuggled against them like a pair of hands.
    He stood there waiting for Lissha to stand up and greet him with a deep kiss and a long hug but she did neither.
    Big Zo's eyes narrowed as he sat down at the table across from her. He instantly noticed that there were no snacks on the table, only a bottle of water.
    Lissha unscrewed the top and took a small swig as her eyes bored into his. “Hello, Daddy,” she spoke on hard breath.
    Big Zo leaned back in the chair and studied her expression. He didn't speak back, instead he asked. “Do I sense a problem?”
    The response he received was a face full of water. “You muthafuckin' right we have a problem!” she spat after dousing him.
    Big Zo calmly wiped his face with the palm of his hand and looked around to see if anyone had saw what happened. The people at the next table turned their heads, refusing to meet his glance.
    They didn't matter, he was more concerned about the officer at the desk. He looked toward the cracker and saw that he had gotten preoccupied with incoming visitors so he returned his attention back to Lissha.
    Big Zo looked at her with a tight mouth and a hard stare. His jaw twitched with anger. “You must want me to snap your muthafuckin' neck,” he said in a hushed tone.
    “ If I was scared I wouldn't be here, now would I? You should be worried about me snapping your muthafuckin’ neck.”
    Big Zo smiled. “Is that what that nigga's dick do to you? When he fucks your pussy it damages your brain?”
    “ You muthafucka. I told your ass I haven't fucked him,” she hissed, bringing the bottle up again.
    Big Zo grabbed her wrist and squeezed until she let the bottle fall from her grasp. Water spilled out at their feet, making a small puddle on the floor.
    He released her wrist. “Go get some napkins and clean that shit up. Right fuckin' now!”
    “ Hmph. Don't hold your breath.” She folded her arms across her chest defiantly.
    Big Zo stood up and went to get something to wipe up the water. He had already determined her penalty for defying him. A dead bitch was much better than a disobedient one.
    When he had cleaned up the spill, he threw the wet paper towels in the trash can and returned to his seat. Neither one said a word for ten minutes. They only stared until Lissha broke the silence.
    Leaning in close to him and speaking low, she said, “Why do you have me working with Kiam knowing that the woman you had me visit on Miles Road a few years ago was his grandmother?”
    Big Zo figured that she would eventually find out. Obviously her and Kiam had been having intimate conversations. The thought of that nigga laying up in his pussy put a bitter taste in the back of his mouth, but he swallowed it for now.
    “Don't forget that back then we needed the money because you had ran through most of what I left with you. So don't come in here questioning me about it now. ”
    Lissha couldn't say shit.
    “Anyway, how was I supposed to know that his grandmother would rather die than open the safe for you. Still, I didn't tell you to kill her. That blood is on your hands literally and figuratively.”
    Lissha narrowed her eyes at him as she bristled inside.
    “We do what we gotta do,” Big Zo went on. “Anyway, the nigga should've kept his business