Trust No Bitch 3: Deadly Alliance Read Online Free Page B

him. But Kiam was not one to wilt.
    He lifted his head, straightened his shoulders, and stiffened his back. Then he placed a hand on her arm and whispered, “I'm sorry, baby. Just know that I will love you forever and no other woman will ever take your place. You will never die in mind, heart or soul.” His voice cracked. “I love you so much, Eyez. ”
    Kiam took a deep breath and swallowed the huge sob that was right at the front of his throat. The enemy had hit him where he was most vulnerable but he refused to bow. The love of his life was lying before him cold and lifeless; the gravity of that would forever rob him of the happiness that he sought but there was no way it would go unavenged.
    “With everything that I am, I will make them muthafuckaz bleed from the inside out,” he vowed as he stroked her leg.
    A sharp intense pain hit Kiam's chest and weakness settled at the back of his knees. He steadied his legs and brought his hands to his face and wept silently as thoughts of Faydrah and their unborn ripped the lining of his heart. A sharp scream came from the hallway, jolting him out of his painful remembrance.
                  “No! No! No!” Ms. Combs cries were as loud as thunder.
                  Kiam turned and walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening it to face the music. Once he saw Ms. Combs on the floor being comforted by two nurses the heat left his body.
                  “Oh, God, please. Not my baby. Not my baby,” she yelled. Her cries chilled Kiam to the bone.
    He looked over at the twins who were booted and suited; they had the look of evil and the smell of death and carnage oozing from their pores. JuJu stood next to Bayonna who was standing there in an oversized sweater hugging herself with tears in her eyes.
                  Kiam moved over to Ms. Combs and tried to help her from the floor. When she looked up and saw Kiam’s face she snapped. “Don’t you touch me!” She swung her arms trying to be free and in seconds she was on her feet and grabbing at Kiam’s clothes. “This is your fault. Her blood is on your hands!” She raged as she pummeled him with both fists.
    Kiam absorbed her blows as he wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to release her pain. “Why my baby?” she cried against his chest.
    Three security guards came from different directions posting up around the waiting room. “Mind y’all muthafuckin’ business,” Isaac barked, pulling his hood back. He was itching for a reason to act up.
    JuJu gave him a stern eye. “Chill my nigga,” he cautioned. Then he turned to the toy cops with his hand held up and projected his voice in their direction. “Y’all muthafuckaz can stand down we got it under control.”
    The rent-a-cops were in uniform to earn a paycheck not a burial plot. They sensed that the young niggas across from them didn't give a fuck either way so they piped down and relaxed their postures.
    Bayonna covered her mouth and stomach at the same time. The pain in Ms. Combs’ cry was making her nauseous. She had killed many and danced to the pleas of mercy from the mouths of her victims, but this was different. Kiam’s despair was shared by everyone in the room and for the first time she knew exactly what death did to the survivors.
    “Kiam, what are we going to do without her?” Ms. Combs incoherently sobbed, clinching his hoodie tightly in her fist.
    “I don’t know, Ma,” he replied, but his thoughts contradicted those words.
    I'm turning this city into a killing field.
    Ms. Combs lifted her head from his chest and locked eyes with him. “I want to see my baby,” she said.
    “No, Ma, you don't want to see her like that,” he pleaded.
    “Take me to see my baby!” she demanded tearfully.
    Kiam conceded reluctantly. He took her hand in his and led her inside the room that held Faydrah's body. Both of their steps were heavily weighed down by a grief that no amount of time would