Thin Ice (16 page)

She peeked inside one of the windows closest to the back door and saw all the men sitting around with beer and soda, shooting craps.
Figures,
she thought disgustedly to herself, frustrated that her mark was going to be impossible to attain. After a few moments longer, an argument broke out between the participants. Insults were thrown and blows exchanged with all the men leaving in various directions as Trayvon brandished a gun and threatened violence. Kaitlyn stayed put on the back porch behind several large boxes until she was sure none of them would return for immediate retaliation.

The disguise she wore was hot and Kaitlyn was beginning to be very uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath she headed to the front door, knowing he was alone now. She knocked gingerly, and waited for an answer.

“What you want?” Trayvon asked gruffly as he opened the door.

“I need a hit,” she told him, head down, not looking at him.

“You got money?” he asked irritably.

“I got five,” Kaitlyn replied.

He looked her over for a moment, taking in the ratty looking wig and shabby clothing; still she was clean and had a nice figure. “I’ll give you a fifteen piece if you suck my dick,” Trayvon told her plainly, already planning to screw her as well.

“OK,” she said pitifully as he told her to come inside.

Once inside Kaitlyn stood upright and heard him lock the door.

“Come on over here,” he told her as he stepped to her and turned her around.

She hit him with the taser she’d concealed and he fell to the floor. “Shh, you be good and you might live through this,” she told him calmly.

Kaitlyn already knew she was going to kill him, but he didn’t, so he complied.

“What do you want? Money? Dope?” Trayvon asked totally mystified what the woman could have been after.

Kaitlyn chuckled again.

“No, fucker,” she answered coldly. “I want to play with you for a while,” she told him as she stunned him again.

“Get the hell up,” Kaitlyn barked at him and he rose slowly to his feet.

She then produced the .10mm she’d brought along. “Just in case you get any bright ideas,” Kaitlyn told him as she pointed it at him. “So this is what your sorry ass does all day when you ain’t tryna sell muthafucka’s out?”

Trayvon remained mute, not sure what the woman’s angle was, but knowing she was definitely unstable.

“What’s the matter?” she threw at him again “Cat got your tongue?” she chuckled at her own joke. Kaitlyn sat down on the couch, ordering him to sit in the chair across from her.

“Roll me a blunt, a good one,” she told him and he immediately complied. “So light it. Damn, do I have to tell you everything?” she said exasperated as she took it and pulled a long drag from it.

The acrid smoke filled her lungs giving her the sweet rush she was looking for. “Why you so quiet?” she asked him again “You normally have a whole lot of profound musings to say,” she threw at him once again.

He continued to look at her.
Who the hell is this woman,
Trayvon thought having no recollection of ever meeting her.

“Oh yeah, I was supposed to be sucking your dick wasn’t I?” Kaitlyn asked feigning importance.

He still remained silent.
What the fuck is going on,
he continued to wonder as he watched her.
Who the hell is she?
Finally after what seemed like hours, Kaitlyn stood up and took of the disguise, still keeping the weapon trained on him. Recognition took hold and a new wave of fear descended on him.

“Why are you here? What you want from me man?” Trayvon asked shakily.

Kaitlyn smiled again. “Ahh, I see you remember me.”

“You got a big mouth,” Kaitlyn told him watching him like a fascinating bug under a sealed glass. “I heard you been tellin’ folks all of Ice’s business, not to mention the 40K you’ve managed to skim off the top in the last six months,” she added as Trayvon continued to remain mute. “The days of fools getting over because Ice isn’t around are over, and you are first on my list to send that message,” Kaitlyn told him matter of fact before switching gears.

“I saw you and Queenie screwing yesterday at the bar, in the stockroom,” Kaitlyn threw out giving him a look.

She smiled slightly recalling what the woman told her later after he left. He was awful and had no idea what he was doing with her femininity.

“From what I saw, you suck,” Kaitlyn told him evenly. “Is that what you do when you’re sexing a woman,” she asked giving him a disgusted look. “No wonder you hafta pay for pussy,” she added completely enjoying the look on his face as she taunted him. “You are absolutely the worst,” Kaitlyn told him further assailing his manhood.

Trayvon was angry, but he didn’t dare say anything to set her off, as she did still have that .10mm in her hands.

Sighing deeply she looked at her watch. “Well it’s been fun, but I have to go,” Kaitlyn told him standing once again. “You should have known better.”

“Look, I’m sorry,” Trayvon began pleading, realizing what she had in mind. “Please, just let me go, I can fix it” he continued to beg the tears flowing freely now.

“I can, watch, I can make a call and fix it,” he told her still pleading.

Kaitlyn looked at him crying and begging, her mind beginning to race.

“What’s the first code of the street?” she asked shutting her emotions down once more.

She stopped feeling the day Ice told her he’d killed her best friend, and Tariq threw her in the gutter like trash.

Trayvon sighed deeply knowing what she was getting at.

“Please,” he said quietly as Kaitlyn pulled the hammer back on the gun and aimed it at him.

It was the last word he would ever say as she calmly shot him point blank in the brain. Kaitlyn stood regarding the dead man for a few moments more.
Is this how Ice killed Tweety,
her mind asked as the hurt sped crushingly back into her consciousness. Kaitlyn took several deep breaths to keep the tears at bay as she gathered her disguise, and wrote her message on the wall of the apartment with the marker she’d brought, remembering her purpose. Trayvon’s dead eyes read the message as Kaitlyn walked out the door, leaving it wide open. There in big bold red letters was her message to the world, ‘Stop snitchin.’

*****

“When’s KiKi coming back from Mississippi,” Ryan asked Ice as they prepared a shipment.

They had runners coming to pick up the cocaine and transport it, along with 15 semi-automatic weapons to the club in Florida.

“In another couple weeks,” Ian returned as he placed the last kilo on the bundle and began taping them together.

“Things cool again,” Ryan asked giving him a look.

Ian sighed lightly before answering his brother. “I think so,” he said calmly.

“She asked about her again?” Ryan threw out.

Ian told him KiKi hadn’t mentioned Tweety since asking about her body almost a month and a half ago.

“I told her there was nothing left to send home,” Ian told Ryan who grunted his understanding.

“How’d she take that,” Ryan asked sensing that the situation was bothering Ice more than he was willing to admit.

“She shut down for a little while, but after about a week, everything was straight again,” Ian replied.

“But you still think it ain’t right,” Ryan prodded even deeper.

Ian sighed deeply again. “Just my nature, I suppose,” he returned as Ryan agreed with him.

“She letting’ you make love to her,” he asked once again as Ian assured him their love life was still great. “Then let it go man,” Ryan admonished him. “Sounds like KiKi has, or at least is trying too,” he added.

Ian sighed again and told him he was right.

“She called Tariq any, or he called her,” Ryan started anew, trying to cover all the bases and get his brother to relax. From what he could tell, KiKi had grieved and moved on.

“Nah,” Ian returned, actually chuckling slightly.

Since the funeral, Ian hadn’t bothered checking her conversations anymore. There was no need to in his estimation.

“That muthafucka burned his bridge well,” he finished going on to tell Ryan about Kaitlyn’s mean streak.

“Damn, I ain’t know KiKi could be like that,” Ryan chuckled.

“Shit, she kills folks, so why not,” Ian threw back as Ryan chuckled again, replying that was true.

“I guess you’re right man,” Ian told him finally. “KiKi is fine, and everything with us is fine,” he added as Ryan patted him on the back and told him he was glad to hear he’d finally figured that out. “How is Tweety workin’ out at the house,” Ian asked.

Ryan grunted shortly and said she was doing a hella good job.

“Gonna have deal with that bitch LaDonna,” Ryan said coldly.

Ian asked for the details and Ryan supplied them.

“By my count, bitch has skimmed at least 1500.00 or so in the last couple months,” he told Ice as the younger brother frowned deeply.

“Hmph,” Ian replied as Ryan chuckled slightly.

He knew Ice was thinking of something cold and sinister to do to the woman as repayment.

“Time for Tweety to get her hands dirty,” he told Ryan point blank as his brother nodded his agreement.

“Dead,” he asked plainly of LaDonna, as Ice sighed again.

“Not right away, no,” he replied as Ryan chuckled again, liking where the conversation was headed.

They talked amongst themselves for the better part of two hours, making detailed plans for LaDonna’s punishment and Jaleesa’s trial by fire. The package was finally wrapped and ready for transport as were the weapons, when the knock came at the door. Opening it, Ryan brought the runners inside, giving them the package, traveling money, and instructions on the transport and delivery.

“If this cargo don’t make it Florida,” Ryan began.

“Make sure your asses don’t either,” Ian finished coldly looking directly into the men’s eyes; both runners acknowledged their instructions without a ripple of emotion.

Satisfied with the reaction, Ryan and Ian let the men leave and returned to the rest of their business for today.

*****

“This bitch has got to be the stupidest whore in the world,” Jaleesa mumbled under her breath watching the video and seeing LaDonna skim two $20 bills from the stack the john gave her for the extra’s he’d purchased. Normally when the johns came to the house, the money was taken by Jaleesa upfront for the services they requested. The girls however earned bonuses by getting the johns to buy additional services and that money was collected by them and turned into the house, namely brought to Jaleesa. LaDonna was getting the regular bonus on top of what she stole. She had been skimming for a while now, ever since Jaleesa took over.
Probably been at it longer than that,
Jaleesa thought, recalling that Ryan wanted the woman watched in the first place. Armed with proof, Jaleesa was going to tell him what she found when he returned this weekend.

Moments later Caramel came into the office and dropped off her extras money.

“Hey Tweety,” Caramel greeted Jaleesa who smiled and returned her greeting.

All the ladies were very cooperative and for the most part honest about their work.

“How much did you make,” Jaleesa asked as Caramel chuckled and told her she’d managed to get an extra $200 out of the john.

“Good job,” Jaleesa returned as the girl smiled and took the $50.00 Jaleesa returned, which was her bonus.

“Anyone else waiting,” Caramel asked. Jaleesa told her no, and if she wanted to take a break and eat or something, now was the time.

Caramel thanked her and left her alone with her thoughts once more.

Jaleesa thought about her time here at the house and how quickly she’d taken to the game.
This is some lucrative shit,
she thought silently thankful Ryan was the only one she had to screw to keep her job. She thought about the daily interaction with LaDonna and frowned slightly. The woman was nasty and arrogant, prone to attitude and sarcastic repertoire. Jaleesa’s mind went back to the last conversation earlier today.
“LaDonna,” Jaleesa began as the woman planted her hands on her hips and gave her a defiant look. “You’re lagging behind, you need to do more jobs,” Jaleesa told her calmly as LaDonna sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “What am I supposed to do,” LaDonna threw back smartly. “Make more dicks walk through the door for me to fuck,” she finished as Jaleesa took a long, slow, breath trying not to knock the hell out of the woman. “No,” she began tightly, never taking her eyes from her. “You need to stop wasting time with all the visiting and small talk,” she went on as LaDonna’s eyes narrowed. “Take your ass to the room, fuck them fools, sell what you can, and be ready for the next john,” she finished evenly letting LaDonna know that she actually did watch and pay attention to the camera’s in the room. “I bet you get off watching me don’t you,” LaDonna threw out, trying a new tactic. Jaleesa suspected she wanted to get a rise out of her and see just what she was made of. “Why would I,” Jaleesa shrugged. “I’ve seen bitches being fucked before,” she added as LaDonna’s face clouded in anger. “Just do your damned job and we don’t hafta talk again,” Jaleesa added finally, turning and walking away before she lost her cool and LaDonna found out just how lethal she could be.

Her cell went off and broke her thought as Jaleesa looked at the ID and smiled slightly. “Hey,” she greeted Ryan, who returned her greeting.

“How’re things going,” he asked calmly.

Jaleesa told him things were kind of slow at the moment, but she expected them to pick up later this afternoon.

“It’s Friday and payday,” she added as Ryan chuckled and agreed with her sentiment. “I have some stuff to tell you,” Jaleesa told him cryptically.

“LaDonna,” Ryan questioned calmly.

“Mmhm,” Jaleesa replied.

“OK, cool,” Ryan replied again. “Everyone else on track,” he asked as Jaleesa assured him the other ladies were fine and working as hard as they could. “That’s good to hear,” Ryan returned.

“Are you coming in tonight or tomorrow,” Jaleesa asked, simply making conversation.

“Why,” Ryan returned, slightly edgy.

“I just asked,” Jaleesa returned hoping he didn’t flip on her.