Thin Ice 2 - Hide & Seek

by KR Bankston

  “So you gonna make me want you,” Kim tried, hoping he would back off.

  “I’m gonna show you what you’re missing,” he whispered hoarsely as she felt his erection press against her.

  “Rape is not a good look,” Kim returned flatly.

  “Baby girl, I’m not gonna rape you,” Freight told her, kissing her lips again.

  He put the arm he still held behind her back, holding both her arms in one hand.

  “Relax, and enjoy this,” he whispered again as his free hand unzipped her jeans and immediately disappeared down her panties.

  “No,” Kim tried as he forced her up on the sink and spread her legs standing between them.

  Freight began fingering her freely as Kim glared at him, never taking her eyes from his own.

  “Stop tryna be so hard,” he told her, kissing her again.

  To his dismay she wasn’t reacting. She was still dry and staring at him hatefully. Chuckling he removed his fingers, putting them in his mouth as Kim frowned in disgust. He just as quickly returned to his task, forcing them inside her as she cried out shortly from the pain of his invasion.

  “Stop Freight, shit,” Kim growled trying in vain to get down and get his hand out of her panties.

  “Not until you cum,” he told her still assailing her.

  “I’m not turned on Freight,” Kim tried to reason. “Can’t you see that,” she continued beginning to cry now.

  “That’s cause you tryna be all down for that fool Mook and shit,” he returned angrily and his mood shifted.

  He removed his hand and Kim breathed a short sigh of relief thinking the ordeal was over.

  “What are you doing,” she asked as he unzipped his pants. “You said you weren’t going to rape me,” Kim tried again becoming anxious.

  She wasn’t sure if he even heard her. His eyes were glazed over and the expression on his face unreadable.

  “Freight,” Kim called out hoping to shake him from the trance. “No, I don’t want this, stop,” she continued to plead as he began trying to remove her jeans.

  Thankfully they were tight and he couldn’t accomplish the task with one hand. Finally forced to let her arms go, Kim saw her chance. She tried to reach for her purse and the gun but Freight was quicker, grabbing it and taking it from her.

  “Stop Kim, shit,” he told her angrily, wrestling her to the floor and removing the jeans. “I don’t wanna hurt you, stop,” he tried as Kim continued to fight. “You can’t win this,” Freight told her pinning her arms above her head and pulling her panties to her knees.

  “No,” Kim screamed as he kissed her again, silencing her.

  Kim felt his weight crushing her as the searing pain of him entering her blinded her senses.

  “Freight, stop, please,” Kim cried as he continued his assault, thrusting into her again and again, grinding her back hard against the concrete floor.

  “He won’t understand Kim,” Freight told her enjoying every moment inside her. “I’ll tell him, and he won’t believe you didn’t want it,” he taunted. “He won’t understand,” he repeated as Kim cried harder.

  She heard him sigh deeply and felt his finish as he began kissing her neck softly again.

  “Get off me,” Kim told him weakly.

  Forcefully turning her face to his, Freight spoke. “This bullshit with Mook is over,” he told her his anger full blown once more. “I’m going to kill him.”

  Kim was horrified. Freight rose rearranging his clothing as he watched her still on the floor looking at him warily.

  “Get up and put your clothes on,” he barked.

  Kim jumped involuntarily, rising to do what he asked. The first cramp hit her as she took a deep breath determined not to let Freight see that’d he’d hurt her. She managed to get her jeans on, taking deep breaths as she did knowing he was still watching her.

  “What’s wrong,” he asked genuinely concerned noticing the grimace of pain on her face.

  “Please, just leave me alone,” Kim told him as another cramp ripped through her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  “What the fuck is wrong Kim,” Freight asked scared he’d actually hurt her.

  “Nothing past you just taking something I didn’t wanna give you,” she angrily replied as the pain threatened to once again overtake her.

  “Just leave me alone,” Kim hissed managing to gather herself enough to grab her purse and walk out of the restroom bumping into Myles who gave her a smirk.

  Throwing him an evil look Kim made her way to her car making it inside before she broke. Another cramped ripped her body as she sat in the parking lot and she forced herself to start the vehicle praying she could stay conscious long enough to make it to the hospital.

  *****

  Ryan and Tate were still banging hard as they continued to decimate their competition. Today they were on a mission to find Xae, who had so far eluded the business ends of their guns.

  “That punk hidin’ hard ain’t he,” Ryan threw out smiling slightly as Tate agreed, taking a deep toke from the blunt he was smoking.

  “What you wanna do with Tyreece and his broad,” Tate asked changing the subject momentarily.

  As far as he was concerned the man had served his purpose.

  “Kill him,” Ryan spat without hesitation. “The chick might be useful though,” he added as Tate said nothing discernable. “You seem to enjoy hitting’ it,” Ryan said once again laughing aloud as Tate chuckled.

  “She got some good shit, what can I say,” he replied as they both burst into laughter.

  “You gonna put her in the house,” Tate asked referring to the brothel they owned in Louisiana.

  “I thought about it,” Ryan told him.

  “Yeah, she’s pretty docile,” Tate added, noting that the woman never fought back.

  “Maybe cause she actually likes it more than she wants to admit,” Ryan threw out.

  Tate thought about it for a moment or two. His boss may have been right. The last few times he’d sexed her they were alone and she’d actually kissed him back when he kissed her. She’d even reached orgasm crying out softly.

  “Shit, Tyreece old ass can’t be hitting’ it right,” Ryan scoffed, grabbing a beer and removing the top.

  Tate kept his observations to himself as they continued to talk, the conversation returning finally to Xae and his whereabouts. Neither man was aware of the storm headed their way in the form of LaRon and Mook. Rising Ryan stretched heading for the bathroom.

  “Might as well go do Tyreece’s raggedy ass when I get done,” he threw out as Tate added his understanding.

  Standing in the bathroom his mind began to race. Ryan wanted to hurry up and find Xae, kill him, and put everything back on track. He still had to check on Caramel and set up some accounts for her and the baby. He’d talked to Ice earlier and things were just about ready to blow in Atlanta as well. Ryan definitely wanted to be in the melee. He owed this fool that’d snatched Tweety a debt, and he prided himself on paying what he owed. Chuckling at the thought, Ryan flushed the toilet and left the bathroom.

  “Let’s roll,” he told Tate who asked him to hold up for a minute while he went to the bathroom as well.

  *****

  On the street again the two men said little as they headed toward the abandoned mortuary to end Tyreece’s life.

  “So what’s the verdict on old girl,” Ryan asked giving Tate a look.

  “I say keep her,” he replied as Ryan grunted again. “You want her, as a toy maybe?”

  Thinking about it for a few moments more the man replied he would.

  “Cool,” Ryan replied simply the matter settled as they pulled into the driveway and went inside the hearse bay.

  Taking a deep breath and blowing it out Ryan exited the vehicle, Tate on his heels, and walked inside the dusk lighted building.

  “How you wanna do it,” Tate asked as Ryan smiled slightly.

  “Embalming room,” he replied simply as Tate chuckled at the respons
e.

  Walking in they found the man still bound to the chair they’d left him in, nodding slightly.

  “Wake up sleepy head,” Ryan threw out jovially as Tyreece jumped, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

  “Where does your boy Xae hide when his bitch ass is scared,” Ryan barked his mood instantly changing as even Enid jumped at the venom in his voice.

  Tyreece swallowed hard and blurted all the usual spots he knew the young man to hang out or visit.

  “Hmph, a couple there I haven’t tried,” Ryan said half to himself the hate filled scowl never leaving his face as he watched Tyreece.

  Turning abruptly he regarded Enid calmly for a few moments. She began to tremble under his gaze having no idea what he was thinking.

  “Take him outta here,” Ryan directed Tate.

  The big man wasted no time hearing the tone, removing Tyreece from the chair and ushering him out of the room.

  “Ryan, please don’t hurt her,” Tyreece began to scream. “Please man, don’t hurt Enid,” his voice echoed as Tate finally removed him and they were once again alone in the room.

  Enid never took her eyes off the man standing in front of her, scared senseless his would be the last face she ever saw.

  “You actually love Tyreece,” Ryan asked casually never lowering his gaze.

  She nodded slightly, terrified to say anything.

  “You’re lyin’,” he returned flatly. “Matter of fact, I think you been feeling all the sexing’ Tate’s been giving’ you,” he challenged as Enid again remained mute.

  “Well,” Ryan barked his patience beginning to run thin.

  “Please don’t kill me,” Enid answered finally her voice almost a whisper.

  “Then tell the damned truth,” Ryan barked again.

  “Yes,” she said simply.

  “Yes, what,” he threw back.

  “Yes, I’ve enjoyed Tate,” she admitted.

  Ryan smiled slightly.

  “He wants to keep you for a while,” Ryan told her plainly. “When he’s tired of you, I got a house in Louisiana,” he added not trying to disguise his meaning.

  Enid swallowed hard before speaking again.

  “What about Tyreece,” she asked hesitantly.

  “His time is up,” Ryan answered honestly. “So, you understand what I just explained,” he went on not allowing her time to grieve over Tyreece’s impending demise.

  “Yeah,” Enid replied just as Tate walked into the room.

  “She’s straight,” Ryan replied simply. “Lay down,” he told her as she immediately complied.

  He secured her to the gurney, looking into her face as he spoke.

  “You’re about to hear some gruesome shit,” Ryan told her frankly. “The lesson here would be that if you fuck up, the next time it will be you.”

  Enid shivered involuntarily at the end of his sentence watching both men’s back as they left her alone in the room, the tears streaming and her mind racing.

  *****

  LaRon’s cell rang as they passed the welcome to Mississippi sign.

  “Yeah,” he spoke into the receiver. “We’re about an hour out,” he replied to the party on the other end. “Yeah, everybody’s in place,” he threw out once more as the person answered his questions.

  Finally disconnecting he addressed Mook.

  “That was Jaron,” he told him as Mook nodded his understanding.

  Jaron was one of their crew who lived in the Delta. He was the one keeping an eye on the operations as well as the takeover for them. He was the one who alerted LaRon when everything began to implode.

  “What he say about them fools Ryan and Tate,” Mook asked.

  He was ready to find the men and kill them. There had been entirely too much drama going on. Unnecessary drama in his estimation, Mook thought to himself as LaRon filled in the details as he knew them.

  “So we’re gonna hit Jazzy’s first,” Mook asked as LaRon told him yes.

  “That should bring the bitches outta hiding,” LaRon added acidly.

  He had his own personal vendetta to settle. Every time he thought of Ryan touching Jaleesa he was blinded with rage. It didn’t matter that he was locked up. Jaleesa was his woman and jail cell or no, that didn’t change. Not to mention him and Ice killed Top’s brother, LaRon continued to think as Mook’s cell went off.

  Looking at the ID he smiled slightly seeing Kim’s name on it.

  “Hey Miss Kim,” he greeted her amiably.

  “It’s me,” DeNoah replied instead.

  Mook’s heart immediately dropped. DeNoah calling him from Kim’s phone was not a good sign.

  “What’s wrong,” he asked tightly as LaRon glanced over seeing the stress on his face and hearing it in his voice.

  “Kim’s at the hospital,” DeNoah told him calmly.

  “Why,” Mook asked tightly.

  “I dunno,” he returned honestly. “How you know then,” Mook asked, hoping this was all some sort of bad dream.

  “Followed her here from Mardi Gras,” DeNoah told him.

  “You lost me,” Mook replied honestly.

  DeNoah sighed deeply and began the story at the beginning. He told Mook he was headed to Mardi Gras to check the rumblings and see if he could find Role. He’d heard from the street he was seen hanging out there a lot now.

  “She came out as I pulled up,” DeNoah told him. “She was walking like something was wrong, then she got in her car, her phone hit the ground but she didn’t notice,” he told Mook as the man listened wordlessly.

  “So I started to blow my horn to get her attention but I see these dudes come out and they looking at her and whispering to each other,” DeNoah told him.

  Mook was seeing blood right now.

  “Then,” he spat evenly.

  “She started the car, so I started mine and followed her,” he told him.

  “Where them fools at,” Mook asked.

  “They here too,” he said as Mook began rubbing his temples. “Send me a picture,” he ordered as DeNoah told him to hang on.

  Taking out his own phone he snapped the picture and sent it to Mook. The picture arrived seconds later and Mook clicked on the image.

  “Keep an eye on that muthafucka, if he goes near Kim, kill him,” Mook said flatly as LaRon gave him a look.

  “No problem,” DeNoah returned. “Soon as I know something, I’ll call you,” he added as Mook thanked him shortly and disconnected.

  Mook gave LaRon the rundown of the call and showed him the picture.

  “Why is that muthafucka following her,” LaRon growled seeing the picture of Freight.

  “That’s what the hell I wanna know,” Mook told him. “That and why she’s at the damned hospital,” Mook replied his mind immediately flashing back to their earlier conversation.

  Is it the baby, he thought but didn’t voice. Pulling his nerves together, Mook changed his train of thought back to the task at hand. Until DeNoah called him back there was nothing he could do except wait.

  “Let’s find some fools to put some bullets in,” LaRon threw out knowing his friend was upset.

  “That shit sounds like a damned plan,” Mook returned as they reached Jaron’s condo and pulled into the parking lot.

  After a quick called, Jaron was downstairs greeting the men. Mook took him in as they got out of the car. He was medium build, about 5’9” or so, dark complexioned and walked with a slight limp. LaRon explained that he’d been shot years ago and the leg had never healed properly.

  “Wassup man,” LaRon greeted him, introducing Mook as well.

  “Nothin’ man,” Jaron returned. “Ya’ll come on inside,” he added turning and showing them the way.

  Mook made sure his phone was turned up to maximum capacity as they entered the condo, the chronic smoke leading the way.

  24

  Kaitlyn watched wordlessly as Tariq pulled out more guns from his arsenal. He and three other men had been working all day gathering weapons, loading them and verifyin
g their readiness. His cell had also been ringing non-stop. She knew that whatever they were planning was about to go down. Looking up and seeing her sitting in the easy chair Tariq walked over to her.

  “You okay baby,” he asked sweetly.

  Kaitlyn smiled and told him she was fine.

  “What’s all this for,” she questioned as he sighed deeply.

  “You know that already, KiKi,” Tariq replied.

  “So you’re seriously gonna go through with this,” she asked hoping he would tell her no.

  Pulling her from the chair, Tariq took her hand as they walked back to his bedroom. They were sharing it now that she knew who he was. Closing the door, he turned to her and kissed her softly before speaking.

  “KiKi, this is gonna happen baby, whether you want it too or not,” Tariq told her honestly.

  “I don’t want all this, Tariq,” Kaitlyn pleaded. “I’m with you, I’m not leaving,” she implored as he smiled and kissed her again.

  “I know baby,” he told her. “But this is bigger than just you and me,” Tariq added hugging her tightly to himself.

  Kaitlyn had never felt as helpless as she did at the moment. She loved both men. Ice was the devil reincarnate, that she had to admit, but he’d been good in her life. They’d been good together.

  “Tariq, please, for me, don’t do this,” Kaitlyn pleaded again as the tears came.

  He understood her plea, though it changed nothing. This battle was already cast. Now was simply the time to act it out.

  “KiKi,” Tariq began as she gave him her attention again. “I know Ice has been good to you,” he told her patiently. “I know you care about him, maybe even love him in your own way,” Tariq went on. “But baby, this is business, and you of all people already know how this is goes down.”

  Sighing deeply Kaitlyn laid her head on his chest as Tariq continued to hold her. She did know, but that didn’t change what she felt. It didn’t make the thought of Ice dying any easier for her to take.

  “Why don’t you lie down baby,” Tariq whispered in her ear.

  Nodding slightly Kaitlyn moved away from him and went to the bed. Tariq helped her in, leaning over to kiss her.

  “It’s gonna work out baby, trust me, OK,” he queried as she looked into his eyes.