Thin Ice (29 page)

“How much time you got left on your phone,” Kaitlyn began anew.

Jaleesa told her she was fine and had added 4 more hours to the phone the other day.

“Girl you know I know how to give a fool the slip when I want too,” she told Kaitlyn, as she asked how she’d managed to do that with Chino watching her every move.

“Yeah, that’s true, you do,” Kaitlyn replied smiling once more.

“I hafta keep reminding myself we are almost home free,” Jaleesa told her.

Kaitlyn told her she understood, she definitely was fighting hard to keep the anxiety at bay.

“I mean I just keep trippin’ and things keep happening to try and shake my confidence,” Jaleesa told her as Kaitlyn asked her to elaborate.

She went on to tell Kaitlyn about her dreams of Deuce, and how Ryan kept throwing her off balance with things he would do or say.

“Yeah, Tweety,” Kaitlyn returned. “I been havin’ dreams too, and then Ice and this whole baby thing,” she told her as Jaleesa sighed deeply.

“Bad ass omens, KiKi,” she replied as Kaitlyn grunted slightly.

“We gotta end this though, Tweety,” Kaitlyn told her quietly.

Jaleesa told her she agreed; she just hoped and prayed all the bad karma they’d been experiencing wasn’t a sign of something worse to come.

“Me too,” Kaitlyn told her. “I gotta go,” she added, glancing at her watch.

“Ice will be here in a minute, and he doesn’t need to catch me on this phone,” she told Jaleesa who told her she understood.

“I’ll call you either way,” she told Kaitlyn.

“OK, cool,” she replied. “I’ll be thinking of that plan B, just in case,” she added as Jaleesa told her okay, that she loved her, and she would talk to her later.

Returning the sentiment, Kaitlyn disconnected and sighed deeply.
Please, please, let this go right,
she thought the single tear escaping and running down her cheek. All Kaitlyn wanted was for her and Jaleesa to be free.
Just this once, let it all work out the way it should,
she thought as a final point before hearing Ice laughing on his phone as he entered the hotel room.

*****

“Girl, Ryan is so sexy,” Cotton Candy was telling Caramel as they enjoyed cappuccino outside on the deck together.

Caramel chuckled and told her she agreed.

“He don’t ever indulge,” she asked, wanting very much an opportunity to have sex with him.

“He used too,” Caramel replied as Cotton Candy grunted.

She found out the woman’s given name with Evelyn and she hated it, so she’d taken to calling herself Cotton Candy after her favorite sweet.

“What changed,” she asked.

Caramel chuckled once more. “He found Tweety.”

Cotton Candy frowned slightly.

“The pussy cannot be that good,” she threw out as Caramel burst into laughter.

“He seems to think so,” she replied as Cotton Candy grunted again.

“Girl, that’s ‘cause he hasn’t felt this velvet encased shit I got,” she returned.

Caramel again chuckled and returned to her drink.

“You been with him,” Cotton Candy asked, watching the woman closely.

Caramel sighed deeply. “Yeah, a couple times.”

“So,” Cotton Candy threw out, wanting her to elaborate.

Caramel took another deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Ryan is good at what he does,” she replied vaguely.

Truthfully, she didn’t want to talk about him at all. Caramel genuinely liked Tweety, and the woman had been really good to her since coming to the house. She wasn’t like Destiny, who seemed to give her all the mean spirited, ugly, violent, or ultra freaky tricks that showed up. Tweety always gave her sexy, fine, good looking men, who wanted to make love to a woman, and be taught how to pleasure a woman. She’d even done a married couple the other night. The wife wanted to be with another woman, and her husband wanted to learn how to eat her out and make her climax. Caramel had enjoyed them both immensely. Her past with Ryan was a distant memory and she felt totally guilty for it, somehow thinking she’d betrayed Tweety’s trust.

“Is that all,” Cotton Candy pressed. “Is his dick as big as I think it is,” she asked point blank.

Caramel again burst into laughter. “Ryan is very well equipped,” she answered honestly as Cotton Candy sighed deeply again.

“Mmhmm, dammit, I knew it,” she replied, caressing her breast softly. “I want some of that so bad, I can taste it,” she admitted freely to Caramel.

“Well, I don’t think it’ll be happenin’ anytime soon,” she told her as Cotton Candy grunted slightly.

Caramel knew she was plotting and decided to set her straight before she got herself into trouble. “Look,” she began seriously as the woman gave her undivided attention. “Ryan can be a mean muthafucka,” Caramel told her. “He don’t mind whippin’ a bitch ass, and jacking her up to make his point,” she went on. “He don’t play about his money, and he don’t play favorites,” she finished as Cotton Candy licked the whip cream from her cup lid.

“Tweety is no joke either,” Caramel continued. “You know why we had an opening,” she threw out as Cotton Candy shrugged slightly, waiting on her to finish. “Cause this crazy ho lost her mind and tried to hurt Tweety, and got her ass fucked up,” she told her as Cotton Candy frowned slightly. “Tweety whipped her ass, then stabbed her,” she told her as the woman’s mouth dropped. “Ryan finished her off,” Caramel added calmly seeing the horror reflected in the woman’s eyes.

“So, like I said,” she began anew. “You can finger yourself or vibrate yourself to orgasm as much as you want thinking about Ryan, but you better let that be the end of the fantasy, cause if you try him, you’re gonna be really sorry,” she finished as Cotton Candy nodded thoughtfully and immediately changed the subject.

“Is Al gay,” Cotton Candy questioned.

If she couldn’t have Ryan, Al would do nicely. He was tall as well, deep creamy chocolate, big muscular arms, and beautiful brown eyes. Caramel laughed again.

“No girl,” she replied, taking another sip. “He’s just really quiet,” she added as Cotton Candy grunted.

“You been with him too,” she asked.

“No,” Caramel replied honestly. “He’s not like Chino,” she went on. “He has to sample everything,” she added rolling her eyes as Cotton Candy laughed.

“Al has only been with a couple of the girls here that I know of,” she finished as Cotton Candy nodded her understanding.

“I might hafta work on that then,” she threw out as Caramel laughed and told her to go for it.

“From what I heard, he got it going on,” Caramel told her as Cotton Candy licked her lips and said she definitely wanted to find out.

“Well, here’s your chance,” Caramel told her, seeing Al make his way to the deck where they were.

“Wassup ladies,” he greeted them pleasantly coming onto the deck and glancing over the banister.

“Hey Al,” Caramel greeted him. “You want a refill girl,” she asked Cotton Candy rising to leave and let them be alone.

“Thanks,” Cotton Candy replied smiling as Caramel winked at her and left the deck.

“How come you haven’t come to my room to say hello,” Cotton Candy asked.

She wasn’t known for being coy. Cotton Candy went after what she wanted. Al smiled slightly before looking into her eyes.

“Is that all you want me to come to your room to do,” he asked calmly.

Cotton Candy smiled fully, loving his directness.

“No, not by a country mile,” she replied. “I want you undressed and inside me.”

Al took his time looking her over before speaking again.

“I can do that,” he replied calmly as she rose and took his hand.

Caramel saw them ascending the stairs and smiled, heading back onto the deck with her cup of cappuccino to relax and continue to enjoy her day.

33

Day Five

Ian was checking his money and packing it to be moved to his safe house in Elberton. He thought about Kaitlyn and their time together here in Mississippi. He thought about her initial reaction when he told her he’d taken her pills.
Bet she didn’t see that on the horizon,
he chuckled to himself. He was pleased however that she hadn’t tried to fight him on it. Their lovemaking was still just as vigorous and Kaitlyn hadn’t mentioned anything else about protection.
If her period comes, I’ll give them back to her,
Ian thought. He actually was only testing her. He needed one last act of reassurance before he believed Kaitlyn was totally over Tariq. Ian sighed lightly as the possibility that she could already be pregnant crossed his mind.
If she is, then that’s cool too,
he continued to think. He wouldn’t make her abort the child; he’d simply have to alter his plans a bit.
This is a nice start,
Ian thought, completing the count.

“$657,000.00, not bad,” he mumbled aloud, blocking and packing the money into the large metal attaché cases he’d brought with him.

Ian made a mental note to call Ryan and see how the operation in Florida was running. He was hoping to start seeing a profit right about now. The money and weapons had been going to them on a regular basis. Cops and high ranking officials had been paid and the interference was minimal. Now it was time for everything to pay off, Ian thought standing in the mirror looking at his reflection.
You and Ryan rule the world,
he thought once more and chuckled aloud.
If Kiki continues to act right, maybe I’ll let her see Tweety again, in due time,
Ian thought sighing lightly. He knew that would make the woman happy, and keep her heart in the right place. Thankfully he’d been able to slow her down a bit. Kaitlyn was proving even more ruthless than he’d originally observed. Granted he loved it, Ian knew it would be more a detriment to the success of their collaboration than a help.
That’s all behind us now,
he thought once more, finally dressing and readying himself to leave the room.

His cell rang and he answered, seeing the name on the caller ID.

“Wassup man,” Ian greeted Giovanni.

“I’m straight, Ice,” Giovanni returned. “How ‘bout you?”

Ian replied that everything was well with him.

“What’s going on,” Ian asked wanting to get to the heart of the man’s call.

“Think I got a line on finding your harasser,” Giovanni told him as Ian grunted slightly.

“They called again last night while I was manning the line,” he went on as Ian listened intently. “I think I talked them into coming into the station and actually sitting down with me and discussing everything they’d seen,” he finished as Ian chuckled slightly.

“That’s good work,” he replied calmly.

Once Giovanni obtained the name and address of the tipster, Ian was going to make sure their time on earth was short lived.

“Call me once they actually show up and you have the information I need,” Ian replied as Giovanni assured him he would.

“Everything else okay,” Ian asked as a secondary thought.

Giovanni told him he hadn’t heard any rumblings of anything, so everything was straight.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” Ian replied as the two men exchanged pleasantries and disconnected.

He was definitely a good investment,
Ian thought of the sheriff’s deputy, grabbing his keys and heading out to meet Kaitlyn.

*****

The agent watched Giovanni as he exited his truck and entered Club Infusion. The camera clicked taking in every step. Quickly checking his surroundings, the agent exited the vehicle and went inside himself. Once he entered and his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he spotted the deputy sitting in a booth on the other side of the room, alone. The agent sat down and ordered a club soda and wings to avoid suspicion and give him a reason to linger.
Hopefully a meet will go down,
he thought as he scanned the club. The small camera inside the package of cigarettes he placed on his table was picking up the images of whatever it was aimed toward. The agent aimed the pack directly at Giovanni’s table. The text message came quickly. ‘
The angle is perfect’
the text read, sent from the GBI van parked further down the street.

The waitress arrived with his drink and wings. After thanking her and assuring her he needed nothing else, the agent was once again left to his own devices. Taking his time eating the wings, he noticed another man approach the table. He recognized him as Carlos Davis, Ian Bailey’s bodyguard.
He’s just as guilty as the rest of them,
the agent thought behind the neutral look as he continued to eat. Carlos sat down and the two men began to laugh and talk with each other.
I wish we had a damned tap,
he thought angrily, but knew if he could get enough footage of their meeting, the judge would grant them the additional order for the wiretap. Continuing to eat, the agent allowed the pictures to speak for themselves as they recorded every moment inside the van.

*****

“I talked to Ice this morning,” Giovanni was telling Carlos as the waitress brought the wings and fries he asked for.

“Yeah, I’m gonna get up with him later,” Carlos replied as Giovanni nodded.

“Who was baby I saw you with last night,” Giovanni asked with a leer.

Carlos laughed knowing he was referring to Sherene and told him she was the current pussy on tap.

“Damn, she’s fine as hell,” Giovanni again noted.

“Yeah, she’s straight,” Carlos returned. “I need you to make a run with me tonight,” Carlos started anew.

Giovanni nodded and asked for the details.

“Need to take a couple kilos out to Suwannee,” Carlos provided.

They had a client there who only ordered in bulk.

“Sounds easy enough,” Giovanni returned.

Carlos laughed and told him it should definitely be a piece of cake.

“Only a couple grand in it for you,” he told Giovanni who chuckled at the statement.

“Shit man, I got kids, remember,” he threw back as Carlos laughed.

“That two grand will help my ass not be homeless, carless, and hungry,” he added and Carlos roared with laughter.

*****