Thin Ice 3 - Armageddon (30 page)

“
So why aren’t we making love yet,” Mecca returned.

Jaleesa told him she wanted to talk right now. He shrugged slightly and told her it was cool as they continued to converse.

“
How long you and Kareem been hanging,” she asked curiously.

Mecca told her the friendship went back to childhood.

“
So you’re both natives,” Jaleesa asked again.

He told her they were.

“
How did you and your girls get into the hustle,” Mecca asked wanting to appease his own curiosity.

Jaleesa told him about meeting Kaitlyn years ago when she first came to Atlanta. “We clicked,” she told him simply.

“
She had been in the game before,” Jaleesa told him as Mecca asked how she knew that.

Jaleesa shrugged slightly. “The girl knew shit I had no idea went on with the hustle, ya know,” she threw out as Mecca listened intently.

Jaleesa went on to tell him how Kaitlyn had been the one to get them connected, meeting suppliers and procuring new clients.

“
We met Tae about two years later, and again, we all clicked,” she told him as Mecca listened and watched her beautiful mouth as she spoke.

He thought about all the things Ian had shared with them about the women. He was right. These ladies were the real deal and they could give any man in the game a serious run for his money. Deciding they’d talked enough, Mecca leaned in and kissed Jaleesa’s lips. She smiled slightly as he kissed her again. Reaching behind her into the nightstand drawer, Jaleesa removed two Magnums and put them next to them as Mecca smiled and pulled her close kissing her again as his hands started at her butt and began to work their way up.

*****

Kaitlyn stirred slightly as Ian finished his drink and put his glass down. Walking over to the bed, he sat on it and touched her face, tracing it lightly with his finger. She sighed softly but didn’t awaken.

“
You had two shots didn’t you,” Ian murmured smiling as he spoke.

The glass had been laced with a fast acting sedative. If she’d just had the one shot she would be in a mild state of sedation, not asleep, but incapacitated nonetheless. With the two shots, Kaitlyn was in a deeper state of sleep. Ian kissed her lips tenderly as she moaned softly and turned her head. Ian continued to take her in, his eyes following the curves of her body stopping at her breasts, nipples hard. Ian reached out gently caressing them through the cotton fabric. He couldn’t describe his joy at touching her again after so many years apart. Gently lifting the shirt, Ian looked at her soft smooth skin. She only had a couple of stretch marks to give away her former pregnancy.

“
No, please,” Kaitlyn whispered startling him.

Regarding her Ian saw that she was still sleeping, the rapid eye movement behind the lids alerted him she was deep in the throes of a dream. As she continued to sleep, Ian carefully lifted her to a sitting position and removed her shirt, he gently lifted her hips as he stripped her panties from her, leaving Kaitlyn exactly how he wanted her; naked and ready for them to join again as one.

*****

Kaitlyn was dreaming. She was having the nightmare of all nightmares as she desperately tried to wake herself and escape.
‘Lauren come here,’ Carlo screamed, his voice slurred. She knew he was high again. He’d been shooting heroin as of late. ‘Yes Carlo,’ she returned quietly standing in his presence. He smiled and her stomach lurched. ‘Come here and give your man a kiss,’ he told her as she complied still terrified. Lauren knew that to disobey him would earn her another beating and she didn’t want that. Repulsed by the act, she did as she was told and kissed him as Carlo pulled her close, slipping his tongue into her mouth again, his hands on her butt. ‘I love you, you know that?’ he asked as he caressed her breasts now. Lauren wanted to die. She was 15 years old and her life was hell. ‘Yeah Carlo, I know,’ she replied knowing it was what he wanted to hear. ‘You come lay with me, give me what I need and what I know you want,’ he told her lewdly leading her to the bed they’d shared since she was 12. Lauren did what she had to in order to survive. After witnessing her mother’s death she had no doubt Carlo would kill her. ‘Mmm, my sweet wife, my Lauren,’ Carlo moaned as he thrust into her and Lauren endured. ‘I love you so much,’ he told her softly, holding her tightly and going even deeper. The tears came but she didn’t cry. Tears were forbidden and Carlo would beat her if she let them escape. ‘So good, oh baby,’ Carlo told her as Lauren felt him inside her, his liquid warmth escaping. ‘Did you take your pill,’ he asked afterward as she continued to lay beside him while he smoked crack. ‘Yes Carlo,’ she replied as he grunted, finished his smoke and began with her again.

Kaitlyn could feel him touching her. She felt his hands as they roamed her body squeezing her breasts and sucking the nipples gently. She felt his breath on her neck, his lips kissing it as he continued to touch her intimately. She tried to push him away but her limbs wouldn’t work. It was if she was paralyzed.
Stop,
she screamed only to find her mouth hadn’t opened it was only in her head. She felt his breath on her ear as he kissed them softly, his body directly atop her own now.
Why won’t Carlo leave me alone,
she thought as he began to grind slowly against her and she felt his flesh, his erection ready to assail her once again. “I love you,” he said simply as Kaitlyn’s eyes popped open and she was looking directly into his face the nightmare had manifested into flesh.

26

Tae was fighting Kareem with all she had, struggling with the big man as he continued to wrestle her clothes off her. He had her thong in hand, ripping it easily from her body.

“
Get the hell off me,” Tae screamed swinging and connecting with his jaw, closed fist. Kareem backhanded her, hitting her hard enough to shake her consciousness.

“
You belong to me dammit,” he told her, teeth clenched as he worked his way between her legs, unzipping his pants.

“
Stop, get the fuck off me,” Tae continued to yell and scream as Kareem grabbed her arms and held them in one hand above her head.

He freed his erection with the other hand, kissing her hard as he tried to enter her. Tae managed to twist her body at the last moment making him miss the mark. Furious, Kareem bit her lip hard, ending the kiss and hitting her in the center of her chest closed fist. Tae was wheezing. She couldn’t breathe and her head was spinning.

“
This is my pussy and you better fuckin’ act like you know that shit,” Kareem growled once more, forcibly opening her legs again.

Tae was still struggling to breathe, unable to offer any further resistance as she felt his erection and steeled herself for what was about to happen.

The boom was deafening as Tae screamed horrified, seeing the back of Kareem’s head fly off and his body jerked backwards off her. Blood sprayed all over her face and body covering her in the hot liquid offering as Tae scrambled off the bed grabbing her gun from the nightstand and aiming at her intruder.

“
It’s me gurl,” Shells told her still regarding the dead man on the floor.

Tae blinked a few times, using her hand to wipe the blood from her face as she finally saw the man speaking and relaxed recognizing him.

“
What are you doing here,” Tae asked still huddled in the corner, her eyes fixed on Kareem as the blood and brain matter still oozed form his head.

“
I thought you worked for this asshole,” she accused, becoming angry.

“
I ain’t tell you dat, you assumed,” Shells told her calmly, glad to see she was alright, but mad as hell she didn’t listen and put herself in this position.

“
Then who do you work for,” Tae asked as she heard doors being kicked open.

What the hell is going on,
she wondered as Shells finally walked over to her and got right up in her face.

“
Get up and shower, get dressed, pack your things and lets go,” he told her evenly, the irritation evident in his voice.

Tae looked into his eyes seeing the fire and complied without another word. Shells left her in the room after making sure she was showering and headed next door.

*****

Mecca heard the shot just as he and Jaleesa had undressed each other. He jumped and threw on his pants to go and see what the commotion was, but right now he had problems of his own. Jaleesa was mortified as she looked into LaRon’s face seeing the fury etched on it. He was livid as he held the .44magnum, pointed directly at Mecca.

“
Who the fuck is this,” LaRon asked acidly eyeing his wife.

Shells had arrived and was standing to LaRon’s left keeping their guest under a watchful eye, his own Desert Eagle making an appearance.

“
Deuce, wait, please listen,” Jaleesa tried.

“
Listen to what,” he yelled at her his eyes finally finding the condoms. “You was bout to fuck this fool,” he asked his finger itching to end Mecca’s life. “You got a son at a home, a damned man, and you about to screw this muthafucka,” LaRon raged again.

Shells remained quiet and continued to play his role. He knew the man was deeply angry and the betrayal and embarrassment of everyone seeing her indiscretion only fueled his rage.

Jaleesa wanted to get smart and tell LaRon he had no right to be angry. He’d had an affair of his own and thought he’d gotten the woman pregnant. She kept her mouth closed however, knowing right now even she wasn’t safe from a bullet.

“
Got me kissing your ass about Kysha and shit, and you out screwing this muthafucka,” LaRon began again.

“
How many times you fuck her,” he asked Mecca looking directly at the man finally. “Never,” he replied honestly as LaRon sucked his teeth.

“
Shit, at least man up and tell the truth, fuck,” he threw out as Mecca again stuck to his story.

“
So this was ya’ll first hookup huh,” he asked now.

Mecca again answered honestly, telling him it was.

“
Well ain’t that bout a bitch,” LaRon railed once more. “So yo fly ass thought you was banging’ again huh,” he threw at Jaleesa. “Running brick and armor huh,” LaRon told her as her mouth dropped and he smirked at her. “Game has changed Tweety,” LaRon told her calmly. “Maybe after this, IF I decide to take your ass back, you’ll stay in your fuckin’ lane and let me drive this bitch,” LaRon finished as he squeezed the trigger and put two bullets into Mecca.

The force of the magnum knocked the man back into the wall. Jaleesa covered her mouth, screaming behind her palm as LaRon unloaded four more slugs, nodding to Shells, who emptied his own arsenal into the man’s body, leaving it almost decimated from the damage. Regarding her once more LaRon spoke. “Take a fuckin’ shower and put your damned clothes on, pack your shit, and be ready to go,” he ordered, his tone no nonsense.

Jaleesa hurriedly complied as LaRon nodded and Shells left him alone, heading back to room number one.

*****

Ian was dressed from the waist down, .9mm in his hand as he propped the chair behind the door.

“
What’s going on,” Kaitlyn asked, eerily calm.

Ian didn’t know what to make of her demeanor since she’d awakened. He was kissing her softly, gently caressing her body when her eyes flew open and she pushed him off her. She didn’t seem shocked or surprised that he was alive or even that she was naked with him touching her. The intense banging on the door broke his thought and Ian relegated it to the back of his consciousness. Right now he had to get them out of here. He heard the gunfire and was more than sure both his new acquaintances were dead. “Stop being a bitch and face me, muthafucka,” Tariq threw out. Ian’s eyes narrowed at the sound of the man’s voice.

“
Yeah come the fuck on out and I’ll help you join your bitch of a brother,” LaRon taunted.

Ian almost lost it then, but caught himself and ignored the taunting for now. He had bigger fish to fry.

“
Baby, I need you to get dressed,” Ian told Kaitlyn calmly.

“
Why, you’re not gonna fuck me tonight,” she asked just as calmly.

What the hell is going on with her,
Ian pondered looking into her eyes. There were vacant. She was talking but it was like she was simply reciting words from a script. “Baby, get dressed, we need to go,” Ian tried again.

“
But you haven’t fucked me yet,” she replied still sitting on the bed, legs spread eagle, all her honor visible.

“
You always fuck me when you get home,” Kaitlyn spoke once more.

There was something very wrong with the woman he loved right now, Ian thought as the thumping returned to the door.

“
Back off,” he shouted finally.

“
You better not fuckin’ hurt my wife,” Tariq warned.

“
Fuck you, Tariq,” Ice returned angrily. “She’s mine, always has been, always will be,” he raged as Kaitlyn continued to listen and regard him.

Turning his back to her for a moment, Ian made himself another drink while he thought. He glanced the room quickly seeing the one window and decided that was the route they would need to take to get out of the place and the safety of is car. He would take Kaitlyn to Brie’s where they would be safe for a while. Finishing his drink, Ian turned to Kaitlyn once again. His mouth dropped. She was pointing the .9mm at him, silencer attached.