Trap Bitches: Game of Entrapment

By Kevin Whitfield

Welcome to the world of Kareema, Nakia, Tylanda, and Kim. Best friends since high school, better known as the Chocolate Bunnies.

Going through a bunch of bad relationships; dealing with egotistical men who thought they were the shit, and treating women the same, believed in the saying, 'men first, and all  women come in at a distant second.' After being lied to cheated on and a few beatings here and there.

These childhood friends made a pact with each other to always stay true to one another through everything. Even through the hustle they've come up with.

Then, right after a botched-up job of entrapment, they met the likes of Beno, a club producer putting them up on higher stakes, such as Executives, CEOs, and even a few Politicians.

Kim, who has started Trap Bitches, and also struggling with her own sexuality has fallen head over heels for the trap.
Now the question is: will she go against the trap or stay a 'Trap Bitch'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dean Hamid LLC Publishing Services
• Release date: Dec 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223836834

Kevin Whitfield

Kevin Whitfield, the dynamic author of two drama filled, adult urban fiction novels. Forgiven Trap Bitches: Game of Entrapment 

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Prologue

F uck you, Darius, you ain't shiiitt, Kimberly exclaimed. Seeing her fiancé butt ass naked in bed, and not alone at that. Kimberly, getting amped, started throwing everything she could get her hands on. From lamps to whatever else she could find. I'm tired of your conniving scheming ass. All you have given me was a case of gonorrhea, and your ass to kiss. I have given you two years of my life, you sorry son of a bitch. But you know what? I'm through with your ass, Kimberly thought and remembered the .380 caliber he always kept snuggled on the top closet shelf.

Running straight for it, Darius' eyes bugged out wide seeing her actions. Kimberly what are you doing baby, please don‘t. I can explain, he tried putting on his pants. Just hearing him say those words fired her ignition even more.

I'll show you muthafuckas! Playing with my heart. I'm about to put one up in you and that bitch!, she said, fumbling on the top shelf.

Baby wait!, Darius said, hopping with one leg inside his pants, dick still hard. Baby let me.... his words were cut short by Kimberly waving the gun.

Babe. Nooo! Darius turned on his heels trying to get out of danger.

You think I was playing huh! Kimberly let off a shot hitting the wall. The girl in bed screamed as the bullet pierced the wall a few feet away from her head.

Kimberly was dime-piece status envied by many women. Standing at 5 '10", body weight at 140 pounds of ass and hips. She had the mocha chocolate, smooth skin accommodated by her almond eyes and high cheekbones. Silky black hair rested right above her shoulders. She was eye candy for any eye. But now, she was a woman scorned. Eyes bloodshot red seeking nothing but the gratification of revenge.

Baby, stop, let me explain, it's not what it looks like.

What does it look like? What the fuck? Did you just slip into the pussy? That's what you are trying to tell me, Darius. He said nothing, just stood there with the look like it is what it is.

So, you can’t answer my question. Kimberly zoomed in on the girl sitting upright in the bed. Crying and holding the covers over herself. Only wishing she could put her clothes on and leave this potential crime scene.

You know what? Kimberly said still focused on the frightened girl. Put your clothes on because you ain't even worth it. In my bed, I should kill your ass. But naw, because if I kill you. I'll be in jail, you'll be dead, and his sorry ass will still be out here doing his thing. She looked at Darius.

Naw, fuck that, it ain't worth it honey. But next time make sure you know who you give it up too  and where. Now get dressed and get the fuck out.

Not even second-guessing her call she was dressed in a matter of seconds and on her way out the door. But to only turn and look at Darius standing there looking stupid. After leaving, it was just Darius, Kim, and their thoughts.

Baby, you know I love you, and I am truly sorry for what I have done and it won't ever happen again, Darius said knowing a good fucking and apology would solve all things.

Not this time Kimberly raised the pistol. Crying and nose running, she said. I don't want to go to jail Darius,  but you have pushed me to the edge. She closed her eyes and squeezed her finger on the trigger twice. A gesture that would change her life and the way she now  looked at it.

TRAP BITCHES 

Chapter 1

2008 . Leath Correctional Institution. Greenwood, South Carolina.

Kimberly lay in her bed at 2:00 am awaiting her late-night rendezvous for the past year and a half. Sergeant Holmes was the highlight of the whole yard. Even though they had a few choices of handsome men working at the facility, he was what all the female inmates clamored for. They all had a thing for the ladies’ man, Sergeant Holmes. Who stood at 6' 7", dark-skinned, shaven head, with a muscular build that many thought he was an ex-football player of some kind.

Locks turned to her room as Sergeant Holmes held his keys to eliminate any noise from all the snitches running around. Kimberly, hearing her cue, quietly got out of bed and looked at her roommate, who always faked sleep to keep everything low-key. Grabbing a wet cloth for cleaning, she eased out of her room for what would be her fifteen minutes of fame.

Trailing behind her late-night booty call, her body throbbing from the penetration it was about to receive.

We got fifteen minutes, he said, saying his usual. He unbuttoned his pants, turning his radio down low to hear any unexpected guest. Kimberly, being the aggressor, grabbed his semi-hardness and stroked him to stiffness.

Caressing all of him as he throbbed in her small hands. No time for foreplay. She bent over the table and inserted him through the hole in her pants. Trying not to yell out because Sarg was hitting all corners with hardened thrusts. Holding on for dear life as he fast drilled her into submission.

Fifteen minutes went by to be exact. He was now wiping off with the wet cloth she had brought along with her, careful not to drop any of his load. She gathered herself.

Walking back to her cell, all Kim could think about were the promises he had made. How they were going to be together as a couple and how he was going to take care of all her needs. Kimberly now looking for love in all the wrong places, despite her reckless relationship with Darius.

After two years of mental abuse from the man that was labeled one of the most successful drug dealers in South Carolina. Being blinded by the lavish lifestyle that he provided. She became a consumer of clothes, money, and cars. Which made her ignorant of the fact of his theory. If I provide, take anything that comes along with it. Being spoiled by all the trips to Cancun, Miami, Dominican Republic, and Brazil, she reluctantly went along with the program and let it be. But as time went by, and bottling everything up, enough was enough. That's what got her doing a five-year bid for Aggravated Assault. Because the two shots she gave Darius were shots to the legs, below the waistline. She just abouf served 85% of her time and was due to be released in six months.

Sgt. Holmes, an officer who wants to be a drug dealer. Who would smuggle everything from Ex pills, cocaine, and weed? Taking advantage of the black market, he would become a rich man in a few years to come, especially having a few loyal inmates on his team. Promising Kimberly the world as long as he kept getting his late-night blessing from this should be model.

Holmes was a prime example of the types  of men she attracted. Started at sixteen, looking more like a college student than a sophomore in high school. She was the pinnacle of every drug dealer in Charleston. Envied by many of her peers because of the clothes that she acquired. Stepping up into Burke High, looking like an Essence model. Wearing all the finest clothes, ranging from Gucci, Prada, Chanel, and Fendi. She was stricken by the lifestyle that would bring her a lot of pain and agony.

All right, until next time, Sarg patted her on her ass, which caused it to jiggle just enough to get him back to attention. Kimberly turned around and smiled. A smile any woman would have who just received back-to-back orgasms.

How was it? Shaunta whispered, awaiting her return. Saying nothing until she heard the door's lock and his radio was at a distance. She turned around and said, What do you think? The dick was superb, like always. Now turn your head. I need to freshen up a bit. Shaunte turned her head as Kim dropped her pants and soaped up in the dimly lit room. Shaunta, was Kimberly's lesbian roommate. She was fine and everything at age 42. Caramel complexion with an hourglass shape that any woman would die for. Long sandy brown hair that ran way past her shoulders. The respect they had for each one’s sexuality kept the peace. Of course, when Kim first came down, Shaunta was on her like flies to shit. But after some serious talking and a late-night cell fight, they became the best of friends.

Kimberly jumped on her bunk and began their late-night conversation.

So, Kim. You think he's going to man up to his word and put you on your feet, Shaunta said, lying sideways. Kimberly, really wanting to believe him, answered stuttering. Yes.

Baby girl, I don't want to bust your bubble, but all that nigga wants is more of your fine ass. Look, you're what? Twenty-six, he’s in his forties. What man in his right mind wouldn't want someone as young and tender as you? Shaunta could only wish it was her in his shoes.

I'm not telling you what to do, but just be careful and don't believe everything you hear. Believe me, because I've had my share of being dogged out. Son of a bitch, she thought about her ex-husband, who she shot and killed for cheating on her. That's why. she turned and smiled slyly. I turned to women. To tell you the truth, they are hell at times, but they sure are better lovers, she just laughed.

It's okay, I trust him, Kim replied, not believing her words.

Well, baby girl, I wish you all the luck, because all I have is this life sentence and these crazy ass bitches to deal with. Well, I'm tired, and I know for sure you're tired. Especially after your late-night rendezvous with Sergeant Holmes. I'll see you in the morning, get some rest.

Yeah, you're right. I am kinda tired for real. My girl sure needs some rest too. Kim smiled at that thought as she fell fast asleep.

KIMBERLY RICE, YOU have a visit. The officer yelled as Kim stood over her cellie braiding her hair. A task she has done for those who wanted to keep some type of grooming about themselves.

Let's go! The officer shouted.

Hold on, I’m coming, Kimberly shot back. Placing the last rows of braids in her hair, she tapped her on the shoulder, indicating she was done and shot off to her room.

Opening up her locker, she retrieved a bar of Dove soap, a towel, and a washcloth.

Damn, this water is hot, Kim yelled as the steamy water beat against her skin. Didn't have time for washing and meditating because it was close to count time. Sure didn’t want whoever it was that came to see her having to wait. Washing the important parts, she washed in between her toes, under her arms and also her prized possession.

Stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around her body, her chocolate skin glistening from the silk of the Dove soap, she high-stepped it to her room.

Once inside, she flapped the window in her door. Dropped her towel and grabbed her Jergens lotion. She began to lotion her feet to her thighs, which caused a memorable thought of how Sergeant Holmes massive hands were all over her body the night before. Kim reached under her mattress and retrieved her pressed uniform, that was used for visitation purposes only. She glanced in the mirror. "I guess the saying is true, jail does preserve you," she smiled at her image. After getting dressed she grabbed her I.D and jetted out the door.   

Hey bitch!, you look good, Kareema said, standing up the star-struck one of the crew. Wearing some tight fitted Banana Republic jeans and Gucci boots.

Nakia, on the other hand, wore some all-white air force ones and a powder blue Baby Phat sweatsuit. Nakia, the black sheep of the crew, the only one married for the past four years.

The unique part about these girls is that they all favored one another and could pass for sisters any day of the week. Same dark complexions, and the same beautiful, flawless features.

Kareema embraced her friend with a warm felt hug, as Nakia did the same. They all took their seats.

Gurrl, I know you can't wait to come home. So you can get out of those funky clothes, Kareema looked down at her state boots. Even though they had a shine to them. They were still boots in Kareema's eyes.

Yeah, you ain't never lie. Kimberly felt some type of way, seeing how her friends were looking and smelling. Just like her favorite perfume 'Rapture’ by Victoria's Secret. Being behind the wall limited her to the only smell goods that consisted of her coveted Dove soap, Lady Speed stick, and a few vials of  oils Sergeant Holmes would bring her every now and then.

Kareema walked off to the snack machine to snatch a few sandwiches. Threw in extra steps for all the fellas that were there visiting a sister or baby momma. Loving the attention she always got. If there was a red carpet to be walked on, she would do it with no shoes on.

While Kareema was at the line giving up a show for the perceiving eyes, it gave Nakia and Kim time to talk.

So, how's married life? Kimberly looked into her best friend's eyes. Even though they were all close friends, the friendship they shared had more mileage.

It couldn't be any better. Brian is wonderful, surprising me every day. Sending me flowers on the job. He makes everyday seem like Valentine's Day. Nakia  exaggerated thinking she held the only sane relationship. Twirling her three-carat diamond ring on her finger, she stared at her friend.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Kimberly watched as Nakia's eyes became glossy.

How are you doing back there? she asked with great concern. I know I always ask you that, but you my girl, I worry about you.

No need, I'm okay. I have been for the past three years and I will be for these next six months.

Yeah, I know, I just miss you, that's all.

I miss y'all too, Kim smiled.

So, let me give you the 411, Nakia looked around as if someone were listening. Well, Darius, you know, is engaged to that gold digger Tracy, right? And get this, not only has he moved her into your old house. He bought a beauty salon. Kimberly sitting there with a somber look.

And that's not all, she's p-

Yeah, yeah, she's pregnant, Kareema said, placing a can of Tropicana juice on the table.

I hope this will work. They don't have shit in there., Kareema placed a napkin on the table and a tray of fried chicken wings. I know you can use this. She also placed a container of Doles mixed fruit on the table. Kim still sitting there, looking struck in silence. Because of their many attempts to conceive a baby, she was never able to. Now here is this bitch carrying his seed. Living in the house, she decorated and got him to buy her own business. Never had a jealous bone in her body, but this was the one that broke the camel's back.' she thought adamantly.

You okay sweetie, please don't do that, Kareema was now wiping away a tear that was falling. That nigga ain't worth it. It's because of him you are here. At least he could have done after putting you through so much was drop the charges. Sorry, son of a bitch.

So, how is he doing besides the recent engagement and child on the way? Kim asked.

"Now, don't get me wrong, the nigga is doing damn good. Besides all the dope he is pushing, he has a rim shop, restaurant and a clothing line.  Kareema patted Kim on the hand, trying to soothe her mind.

Kimberly put on a fictitious smile. I'm okay. The hell with him. I can do better. So tell me, where is Ms. Tylanda? With that question, everyone got quiet.

Chapter 2

B aby, here's your drink . Tylanda walked through the four-bedroom house that she and Marcus shared. Mainly through his finances. A successful businessman working for Global Tech. His six-figure salary was enough for the both of them to live a comfortable life.

As Tylanda made her way through the plush white two-inch carpeting, she had to stop and think about what she had. Four-bedroom house, three baths, and a two-car garage that hosted Marcus's all white 500E BENZ. Tylanda was no slouch either, with the E400 Lexus in Midnight blue. Twenty-six years old, had no kids, and had a handsome, successful man with a promising career. The only thing was, she could never get him to commit. Living the lavish life was all fine and dandy, but what she wanted more was to be Mrs. Marcus Dowling’s.

Baby. Tylanda placed a glass of Remy on the table and popped a squat on his lap.

Ty, can't you see I'm reading? Marcus pushed her to the side. You know I like my evening drink while reading the U.S.A Today. I have to keep up with the competition. So, if you don't mind." He looked at her like she was a nagging gnat at a picnic. Tylanda, being the obedient one, backed off and gave him his space.

They met two years ago at Gene Reed Chevrolet where she worked as a car sales agent, making minimum wage if she didn't sell any cars. On the verge of quitting because the money wasn't adding up. That's when she saw the man of her dreams.

Stepping out of a brand-new Denali, dressed in linen. Appeared to be of celebrity status the way he looked. Standing at six feet even, slim but muscular build accommodated the tight-fitting silk shirt that he wore. Fendi shades sat on his smooth brown skin. Neatly trimmed goatee and  jet black wavy hair that looked like it was straight out of the Atlantic Ocean. Blinding her with the jewelry that he wore eased her suspicions about him.Ty knew he was a catch.

Hello Ms. Can I please have some assistance? He said, letting his words roll off his thick tongue. Marcus walked up to the well-anticipated Tylanda. I would like to see the latest models you have in Corvettes, he smiled that million-dollar smile.

Yes, why not? She returned the smile. This way. Ty turned to walk away, throwing in  extra steps, shaking it from side to side. With her business attire skirt trying to contain her jiggle. She knew she  had his full attention. Tylanda,  the thickest one of the crew, with the 42 heart-shaped ass accommodated by the 32d's that stood at attention. Darius falling for this chocolate princess. In a month's time she was no longer working as a car sales agent; she was now living in his Snee Farms home, living the lifestyle of her desires.  But as time passes, things you thought to be true will always be revealed to you. 

The man that she thought was her knight in shining armor. Had become a man that only thought about his career and everything else was second. Except for his sixteen-year-old daughter from a previous marriage.

After a nasty divorce and Marcus' attorney's discrediting her. He won custody and escaped child support and alimony.

Tylanda sitting in the kitchen arms folded, just watching her beau relax in his chair, reading his paper and sipping. Even though she had everything she could ask for, she was still not content. Content with the fact she could not get him to commit. All she wanted was to be was Mrs. Marcus Dowlings.

Taking her focus off the current situation, Miracle walked through the doors with an attitude. Slamming the door closed, letting her presence be known. She leaned against the wall, crossed her arms and sighed.

Tylanda, only being twenty-six, was now in training to raise a sixteen-year-old. And not only that, being a wife she had no papers to.

Marcus, so caught up in his private time, didn't even pay any attention to his daughter’s entrance.  Tylanda knew that that was her cue. Observing the tears rolling down her face as she has done on many occasions.

What's wrong, Miracle? Tylanda said, walking up. Miracle looked at her with red eyes and a runny nose. Naw, Ty," she said, using her nickname.

That nigga ain't shit! She shouted out, causing Marcus to turn around.

"That nigga what? What's going on, baby girl? He started to rise like any father would,  coming to his daughter’s defense.

Don't worry Marcus, I got this, Ty said, playing her mommy's role. Grabbing Miracle by the arm, she walked her off to her room. Miracle storming past her, damn near knocking her down. Walking out of her black retro Jordan’s she jumped on the bed and sat in her Indian stance.

Tylanda, preparing herself for the psychiatrist's role, sat next to her and said her usual. Talk to my sweetie.

I hate that motherfucka! Tylanda gave her a stern look. My bad, Miracle caught herself. I hate him," she said, talking about her off-and-on again  boyfriend Trey. Trey was the school’s star running back that had a promising career at all the major colleges.

So, tell me, what did he do this time?

I. -I, she said with her words hyperventilating. "I was coming out of school about to walk to my car. There he was all hugged up on that nasty ass girl Shy. Her hands down his pants. Do I need to say more? She took a Kleenex off the dresser and blew her nose. Tylanda still focused on her words because of her previous relationships, but hoped to find more in Marcus. 

So, what did you do? she asked, already knowing the answer.

I whooped her ass and tried to whoop him too. But he ran, leaving her to defend herself. Coward ass nigga, she blew her nose again.

Listen, Tylanda lifted her head for eye-to-eye contact. You can't go around whooping every girl's ass because of no good boyfriend. So quit shedding your tears on a wasted situation. Ty got up and grabbed the handheld mirror.

Look at you. You are a beautiful young lady. You don't even need to be crying over no boy. She brushed her shoulder-length hair to the side with her hands. So she could see her true features. Caramel complexion with the prettiest set of eyes. Looking like a mixture of black and Japanese.

You’re right, she answered back, smiling at the image in the mirror.

Fuck him, I'm a bad bitch, I don't need him, she smiled again. Tylanda excused her profanity because of the moment they were having.

Thank you Ty, I appreciate you. I'm glad my daddy has you for a girlfriend. And I would love to call you step slash home girl mother, she laughed. I know that's right," Ty gave her a warm felt hug.

Boom, boom, boom! Everything's all right in there, Marcus banged on the door yelling from the other side of the door.

We are fine Marcus. We're having a girl-to-girl talk. she looked at Miracle smiling. Okay then, since everything is okay, I have a few errands to run. No need to do any cooking. Cause I'm taking my girls out to dinner tonight. See you around eight. he tapped the door and was gone.

Miracle’s phone rang, she answered it and got hyped. Yeah girl, I beat her ass, disrespecting me like that. She paused and looked at Tylanda. Thank you, she whispered. Tylanda walked out thinking about the things she was telling a young Miracle. Should she be preaching those same words to herself? Because many nights she had to hug her satin sheets itching to be scratched. But would wait til the wee hours of the night for her man to return.

Putting on a fake smile she tried sugarcoating the situation by looking around at what all she had. Walking over to the minibar, she fixed herself a shot of Remy, trying to ease her thoughts. All she could think about, where was her man going and whose arms would he be in?

AFTER A HAPPY AND INVITING visit, Kimberly was on her way back to reality. The shit hole she now called home. Having a visit was always good for uplifting the soul. But the sad part about it was, seeing those you care about leave you behind. And the worst part was, having to strip butt ass naked for some perverted bitch to look up your ass and crotch.

Shoes, the red-haired officer said with a smirk on her face. Always loved pulling visitation duties. Her way to fulfill all of her sick desires. Kimberly eyed her down, knowing where this was headed, but knew this was a part of the bid. After tapping her boots together and tossing them to the ground with disrespect. She looked at her shirt without saying a word. Kimberly