Thin Ice 2 - Hide & Seek Page 6

  “So you think this fool is one of the snatch crew,” Ryan asked.

  “Yeah,” Ian returned sipping his drink.

  “So what did you tell ‘em to do,” Ryan asked again.

  “For now nothing, just keep a close eye, get pictures and audio,” he replied as his brother indicated his understanding.

  “If we’re lucky this fool will lead us right to KiKi, and I can kill him and all his crew at the same time,” Ian told Ryan as his brother frowned slightly.

  He already knew this stunt was going to end in bloodshed so Ian’s answer was no surprise, he just hoped it all went down right and Kaitlyn didn’t end up caught in the crossfire.

  “How are things at the house,” Ian asked changing the subject.

  Ryan told him everything was cool on his end.

  “House is making paper and things are still on the low, so we’re good,” he explained as Ian gestured his understanding.

  “I’ll call you later after I make a run through Mardi Gras,” Ian told him.

  Ryan replied that was fine, going on to mention Jaleesa’s coming by and helping him close up.

  “Yeah, that’ll be straight,” Ian replied.

  While he and Jaleesa weren’t best friends, they’d both learned to tolerate the other for the sakes of their significant others.

  Disconnecting Ryan headed back into the room where Caramel waited. “Things comfortable for you here,” he asked as he undressed.

  She swallowed hard and nodded they were. Caramel was working for them again not by her own choice, but the last pimp she ended up with after the raid three years ago had almost killed her. When Ryan found her working the corner and offered her the old job back she took it. I don’t want to do this, she thought as Ryan slid into bed beside her. Caramel genuinely liked Tweety and this was so wrong in her mind, still she didn’t dare say no. Ryan was the boss and he was lethal. She knew that firsthand.

  “What’s wrong,” he asked looking into her eyes.

  “Nothin’,” Caramel replied trying to smile.

  “This ain’t got nothing to do with her,” Ryan told her effectively reading her mind.

  “I just --,” Caramel replied as Ryan kissed her deeply.

  “Shh,” he said softly as his hands began roaming her body.

  She felt even worse as he began to arouse her and she responded. Ryan had always been good at what he did and tonight was no exception.

  “Mmm,” she moaned softly as Ryan sucked her nipple gently.

  “Put it on for me,” he told her handing her the condom.

  Caramel did as she was told and Ryan quickly pulled her to her knees entering her.

  Thankful at least that she didn’t have to look at him, Caramel closed her eyes, asked for Tweety’s silent forgiveness before imagining Ryan was just another customer. “You still feel good as shit,” Ryan murmured as he thrust deeply into her. “Good,” he asked as Caramel softly replied yes.

  She hated herself for the orgasm she experienced as Ryan continued to hold her tightly and thrust into her.

  “Damn,” Ryan murmured his rhythm increasing as he got closer to his own release.

  Caramel cried out once more as her body responded to Ryan’s lovemaking skill. He came right behind her, groaning deeply and still holding her tightly as he tried to gather his breathing. Letting her go finally he removed himself and cursed lightly.

  “What’s wrong,” Caramel asked, tensing.

  She didn’t need him angry with her. An ass whipping was not on the agenda tonight in her mind. Sitting she turned to him finally seeing why he was upset. The condom was broken barely hanging on to his still hard member.

  “I’m sorry,” Caramel told him softly hoping he wouldn’t hit her.

  Ryan watched her wordlessly for a few moments before removing the remains of the condom and heading into the bathroom. Caramel waited terrified until he came back into the room.

  “Get some new rubbers tomorrow,” Ryan replied simply as she nodded her understanding. “Let me know if you skip,” he told her referring to her period.

  “OK,” Caramel returned still frightened.

  Ryan sighed deeply as he stepped closer and gently caressed her face.

  “It’s cool,” he told her finally as Caramel finally relaxed.

  Ryan leaned down kissing her cheek softly as he left her alone and she began to cry praying to God she didn’t get pregnant.

  7

  Jaleesa was leery as hell and seriously thinking she’d made a mistake as she arrived at the designated meeting spot. She hadn’t been back on the eastside, Conyers, in a long time and it just unnerved her for some reason. This is crazy, Jaleesa thought. They’d taken Kaitlyn from the south side, so why did they want to meet way over here, she continued to think finding the address they gave her and parking her car. The building in front of her was dark and deserted from all accounts. Her cell buzzed and she was surprised to see a message from the people holding Kaitlyn. How the hell do they have all this info on us, she thought as she read instructions telling her to get out and come inside. Swallowing hard she opened the car door, making sure the .380 was securely in her pocket. Jaleesa took her time walking up to the darkened building. Looking around she took in the area seeing the other boarded up businesses that hadn’t survived the recession. Across the street there was a Racetrack gas station, giving her some measure of safety that she wasn’t completely alone out here.

  Finally arriving at the heavy glass door, Jaleesa gingerly reached out and pushed the door. Surprisingly it gave and she pushed it further open, still standing outside trying to see inside the midnight encased opening. Taking another deep breath Jaleesa stepped directly inside the door and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She looked around seeing various paper and debris on the floor. There were still a couple of small desks and chairs visible in spots within the showroom. Jaleesa surmised it used to be an office of some sort, noticing the huge bulletin board that still adorned the wall to her right. Swallowing her fear again, Jaleesa walked further inside before finally speaking.

  “OK, I’m here,” she threw out with false bravado she definitely didn’t feel at the moment.

  The spotlight came out of nowhere directly into her eyes.

  “Relax,” the gravelly voice told her in her ear as he held her tightly.

  Before she was able to react to the light, Jaleesa had been overpowered and now found herself at the mercy of the unseen assailants holding her captive inside the abandoned office building.

  Taking heed to the command given, Jaleesa stopped struggling for a moment as she saw another hooded figure enter the room.

  “What do you want,” she threw out the fear beginning to get the better of her.

  Jaleesa was kicking herself for walking head first into an obvious trap.

  “Shh,” the man told her softly, reaching out to gently stroke her face.

  “What are you doing,” Jaleesa threw back getting a sinking feeling about this meeting.

  Turning without another word the man retrieved one of the folding chairs in the office, bringing it over to Jaleesa as the other man forced her into it. Once she was seated her hands were quickly cuffed and her feet tied to the chairs legs.

  “Let me go,” she yelled as the tears threatened.

  The second man turned to the first and nodded as the man left them alone now. Jaleesa watched warily as the man approached the chair and went to one knee, stroking her face softly again.

  “Please, what do you want,” she pleaded tearfully unable to stop the fear from overtaking her.

  Jaleesa didn’t want to die in this place tonight. Sighing deeply, the man simply began unbuttoning his shirt.

  Jaleesa began to cry in earnest then, having a good idea what their plans for her were. After the fourth button he stopped, returning his attention to her again as she continued to cry, eyes closed.

  “Stop crying,” he told her calmly as Jaleesa managed to quell the flow and give him her attention aga
in.

  “I just want KiKi back, please,” Jaleesa tried as he exhaled deeply once more.

  He continued to regard her quietly for the next 5 minutes as Jaleesa continued to sweat. Finally he spoke once more.

  “Familiar,” he asked simply, opening his shirt as Jaleesa looked and began to scream.

  She screamed again and again until the prick of the needle broke her skin and brought blessed darkness. The horror she’d just been inducted into temporarily at bay as they uncuffed her, put her into the car and took her for a ride.

  *****

  Kaitlyn was still trying to shake the headache. She’d awakened earlier finding herself again captive to unknown persons.

  “Hey” she called out. “Can I have some aspirin or something, please,” she threw out sighing deeply as she sat down on the bed.

  This room was much larger than the other one. There were still no windows but the bed was queen size this time as opposed to the twin. The bathroom larger and much more modern was beautifully decorated with tangerine orange and melon colors sprinkled against the black background. Moments later she heard movement that broke her thought as the tray slid through the opening at the bottom of the door and the bottle of aspirin and Aquafina stood on it.

  “Thanks,” she called out grabbing the bottle and taking a couple of the pills.

  Kaitlyn didn’t know what they’d given her earlier but it was powerful stuff. When the hell am I going to get out of here, she thought of her confinement. She knew without doubt Ice had been contacted. Damn, if only, she thought of her near escape. Thankfully they hadn’t killed her or beaten the hell out of her for that stunt, Kaitlyn thought as the tray came through the door again. This time it contained her dinner.

  Kaitlyn sighed softly picking the tray up and putting it on the medium sized mahogany writing desk the room held. The chair that accompanied it was leather bound and overstuffed, very comfortable. She began to eat, ravenous after her ordeal, as her mind continued to race and the fear tried to creep in again. Were they really going to let her go? Were they actually planning to kill her and still collect the money from Ice? How long were they going to hold her captive in this place? Kaitlyn had far more questions than answers as she finished the meal and pushed the tray back through the slot. She noticed the door had two locks instead of one like before. So much for me escaping this bitch, she thought angrily walking in front of the mirror and staring into it. This room also had the huge plate mirror, beveled finished, trimmed in gold. She liked it as much as the other one. Kaitlyn took off her shirt and began examining herself seeing the bruises and scratches. That’s gonna leave a mark, she thought of one of the more angry marks appearing on her skin.

  Looking at her reflection the tears came without warning and rolled down her cheek. Kaitlyn angrily wiped them away hating the show of weakness. I just want out of this damned place, she thought as the tears continued to come, rolling down her cheek and landing on her bare chest. Unable to control the doubt, pain and uncertainty any longer she sank to her knees sobbing deeply as the helplessness of her existence flashed blindingly in her minds eye. They could kill me right now and no one would know, ever, she thought, curling into a tight ball and remaining on the floor. She sobbed loudly, uncaring if her captives heard her. Kaitlyn was in pain. She missed Ice more than she would have ever readily admitted. She needed his strength. She needed to feel his strong arms around her telling her everything would be all right and he would protect her. I need that so much right now, she admitted as the sobbing began to cease, the aspirin relaxed her and the sedative’s residual effect took their toll and she again succumbed to darkness and slept.

  *****

  Jaleesa awoke with a start desperately taking in her surroundings, praying everything she’d experienced tonight was some horrendous nightmare. Her eyes finally adjusted and she took in the room she found herself in. It looked like a bedroom in someone’s home. The bed she rested on was king size, covered with an intricate patterned paisley patterned comforter, chocolate and burnt orange in color. The sheets matched, as did the array of throw pillows surrounding her. Rising gingerly Jaleesa continued to scan the room taking in the beautiful paintings adorning the wall, the cheerful smiles of the subjects contained illuminating the room. The drapes matched the comforter and rugs, as did the chaise lounge strategically placed in the corner of the room. She did notice there were no windows contained in the magnificently decorated room however.

  Jaleesa’s body urged her to rise as nature called and she went into the bathroom she saw contained. This room also matched the bedroom in color scheme and decadence. Where the hell am I, she thought as she finished and washed her hands. She stopped in her tracks walking back into the bedroom as the man stood in front of her, causing her knees to buckle slightly at the sight of him.

  “Come sit down,” LaRon told her after they stood staring silently at each other for a few moments more.

  Swallowing hard, Jaleesa did as she was told. Taking his time, LaRon lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply still watching the woman in front of him calmly. Jaleesa’s mind was running a marathon as she watched him. This can’t be happening, she thought again and again as LaRon continued to smoke.

  “You look really good,” he told her finally, putting out the butt and popping a mint in his mouth.

  “Thanks,” Jaleesa replied quietly.

  “You didn’t seem too happy to see me,” LaRon replied as Jaleesa caught her breath. She didn’t need him angry at her.

  “It’s been almost 10 years Tweety,” LaRon told her never taking his eyes off her.

  Jaleesa was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that after all she’d been through, all the hell she’d endured, all the sacrifice she’d made to rebuild her life and move on, she found herself once more at the mercy of Antonious LaRon “Deuce” Robinson.

  “I didn’t know you were out,” she told him honestly as LaRon gestured.

  “You probably didn’t really care either,” he added standing directly in front of her now.

  Jaleesa was trembling as her former tormentor stood before her.

  “Where’s the baby,” he asked evenly as she heard the edge to his voice.

  “I didn’t have it,” Jaleesa answered honestly.

  “You killed my child,” LaRon asked angrily as she jumped slightly.

  “Deuce, please,” Jaleesa tried, speaking his name finally.

  “Please what,” he threw back still angry.

  “All those long ass nights in prison the only thing that kept me going was knowing my seed was out here, waiting for me, and now you tell me you killed it,” LaRon raged.

  Jaleesa began to cry quietly all the horror of her abuse crashing into her present. “So when did you hook up with Ryan and Ice,” he asked managing to calm himself down a bit.

  “A few years ago,” Jaleesa replied still praying the night didn’t end with him beating her again.

  “You give that fool a seed,” he asked referring to Ryan.

  “No,” Jaleesa again answered honestly.

  “Hmph,” LaRon replied looking her over admitting to himself how beautiful and sexy Jaleesa still was to him.

  “What do you want from me, Deuce,” she asked timidly.

  Why would he take KiKi, she wondered, surmising it was his way of getting to her.

  “I want our life back,” he said simply as she cried harder.

  “Stop crying, Tweety,” LaRon told her gently.

  Again she managed to stifle the flow and give her attention to him one more time.

  “Is KiKi here,” she ventured to ask, hoping it wouldn’t set him off.

  “No,” he replied calmly confirming her suspicion that he knew where she was.

  “Are you going to let her go now,” Jaleesa tried again.

  “Neither of you are going anywhere,” LaRon replied stoically. “So relax and get used to your new life,” he finished as the tear rolled down her cheek again.

  “Undress,” he told her ca
lmly but forcefully.

  Jaleesa’s heart dropped but she did as she was told. Deuce was volatile and while he was being decent at the moment, that could change in the blink of an eye. Standing naked before him, Jaleesa waited on his instruction as he wordlessly looked her over.

  “You’re beautiful, did you know that,” he told her lovingly walking up to her and kissing her softly. Jaleesa smiled slightly trying to stay on his good side. Taking her hands he placed them on his pants button and she followed his lead, unzipping them as he let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Pushing her gently back into the huge king sized bed, LaRon climbed in with her, removing his underwear and freeing his erection.

  “I’ve missed this so much,” he told her, pushing her legs apart, applying the lubricant knowing she wasn’t willing, and entering her.

  Jaleesa bit her lip to keep from crying out. She didn’t want this. All she could see in her mind was Ryan’s face and how she was cheating on him.

  “Damn, shit,” LaRon murmured as he continued to assail her. “You’re not gonna kill this one,” he whispered in her ear as Jaleesa felt him finish inside her.

  “You need to forget about Ryan and Ice and all that bullshit,” LaRon told her as he continued to lay with her. “This is a new era, and shit is about to change,” he added as Jaleesa remained quiet. “You felt really good tonight,” he told her kissing her lips softly. “Did you enjoy it,” LaRon asked never taking his eyes off her.

  “Yes,” Jaleesa lied.

  “No, you didn’t,” he challenged. “I know you Tweety, why you tryna bullshit me,” he threw out irritably.

  “Deuce, I,” she tried as he told her to hush.

  “It’s cool, you’ll get back into it soon enough,” LaRon told her finally rising and dressing. “I’ll be back later on tonight,” he told her as Jaleesa simply nodded. “There is stuff in the closet for you to wear, all the girl stuff you women need is in there too,” LaRon continued to talk. “Your dinner will be here in a little while,” he went on, fully dressed now and standing beside the bed once again. “Don’t try and run, there’s no point, and I might lose my patience with you,” he admonished as Jaleesa hurriedly nodded her understanding.