Thin Ice 4 - Resurrections

by KR Bankston

  There were several Ian Bailey’s that were deceased, however none of them within the last two years.

  “Sonofabitch,” Tariq murmured.

  Rising he headed back to the front desk, Ramell and Jaron right behind him.

  “Excuse me,” Tariq began politely. “Are these death records on the computer complete,” he asked. “Even if the person wasn’t buried here, would the records still be there.”

  The clerk assured him if the person died in the state of Louisiana, the record would be there.

  “Thank you,” he told her and walked away.

  “What’s next,” Ramell asked, looking him in the eye.

  “Hospitals, but I dunno how we’ll find any information,” Tariq replied tiredly.

  Ramell grunted slightly thinking a moment before speaking again.

  “What kinda injuries would he have,” he asked as Tariq described all the bullets Ian would have taken. “Hmm ok, so let’s say he made it to the hospital,” Ramell began. “Eventually he had to be released and with that many bullets and even one to his head, I’d think some rehab was in order,” he threw out as Tariq nodded.

  “That makes perfect sense,” he added as they began walking toward the entrance of the courthouse once again.

  Deciding they would start with rehabilitation centers, Tariq decided they needed a picture of Ian. “Maybe show it around, slide some $50’s and $100’s in some palms,” he told them as both Ramell and Jaron agreed.

  They made another stop at a public library they were passing, using the computer to access archived newspapers. They found the story about the shooting after forty minutes of searching.

  “Say’s he was the sole survivor,” Jaron noted as Tariq grunted.

  I’ma decapitate his ass this time, Tariq thought venomously. Bet he won’t come back from that shit.

  “OK, here’s the hospital name,” Ramell said pointing at the screen. “Let’s go there, see who they feed their rehab patients too,” he continued as they printed out the article containing Ian’s photo and made copies. “Let’s hope we get lucky and this muthafucka is still in rehab,” Ramell remarked as Tariq sighed deeply and echoed the sentiment. The men headed back to the highway, following the directions from the GPS, arriving moments later at Sweetwater Medical Center and praying they found a lead.

  *****

  Jacoury was regarding Tyashia as they ate. He’d given her the knife back and she thanked him.

  “What’s on your mind,” he asked, watching her closely.

  Tyashia smiled slightly. “What do you want from me Jacoury,” she threw out calmly.

  He smiled himself now at her directness.

  “To get to know you much better, on a seriously personal level,” he replied without hesitation.

  “I might be someone you should stay away from,” she replied, almost sad.

  “Tyashia, we all have a past,” he told her plainly; sure that’s what she was alluding too. She smiled at that statement and said nothing else for a while.

  “So you’re single,” she asked. “Or you just looking for a plaything on the side?”

  Jacoury did laugh this time.

  “Damn girl, you just put it out there, don’t you,” he chuckled as she shrugged slightly and continued eating.

  “I’m single, and I would never have a woman as sexy as you for a sideline screw,” he told her plainly as Tyashia smiled slightly.

  “So if we didn’t hook up, I’d still have a job,” she asked again.

  Jacoury smiled once more and she continued thinking how utterly sexy the man was. “Yes, Tyashia,” he told her giving her a crazy look. “If you wanna leave now you can, no hard feelings,” Jacoury teased as she giggled slightly. “So now that you’re finished with the third degree, can we get to know each other a little better,” Jacoury asked as she told him yes.

  They talked for the next two hours before rising to leave.

  “I’d like to spend some time with you,” Jacoury told her softly. “Come home with me,” he added kissing her cheek softly again.

  “I don’t think --,” Tyashia got out before Jacoury kissed her full on, tasting her with his tongue.

  “Come with me,” he cajoled once more.

  Tyashia couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t curious. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass right now. She needed some good sex in the worst way. Looking at the sexy man in front of her, Tyashia had a feeling she was in for some phenomenal sex.

  “OK,” she replied quietly as Jacoury took her hand and they walked out of the restaurant together.

  *****

  Sweetwater turned out to be a cornucopia of information for the three comrades. They learned Ian had been the talk of the ER and hospital for months after his miraculous survival from the ambush at the hotel. He’d been transferred to the Avery rehabilitation facility, where as far as any of the staff who talked to them knew, was still there. Heading out they found the facility with ease. Parking and getting out Tariq again prayed they found him in the center and he could get five minutes alone with him. He will never, ever, harass me or my wife again, he thought, his anger growing as they approached the front desk. Approaching yet another nurse’s station, Ramell this time stepped up and addressed the nurse present.

  “Hi,” he greeted her.

  Charnese looked up and took in yet another sexy, handsome man standing in front of her. “I’m looking for Ian Bailey,” Ramell told her calmly, noticing the lustful look in her eyes.

  “Miracle?” she replied as her friend Alethia looked up and walked over.

  “Miracle is definitely popular here lately,” she remarked looking around Ramell and spotting both Tariq and Jaron.

  “We’re old friends,” Ramell replied, still waiting for her answer.

  “Miracle got some sexy ass friends,” Alethia added, asking Ramell about Tariq. “Married,” he said simply.

  “Pity,” she threw back, going on to ask about Jaron.

  Ramell smiled and told her she’d have to ask him herself. Undeterred, Alethia was about to head over to the two men who Charnese stopped her.

  “Girl, quit,” she playfully chided. “He’s not here anymore,” she finally replied, slyly stroking Ramell’s hand.

  “Really,” he replied careful to keep his face neutral. “He check out,” he pressed as Charnese finally told him that Ian checked himself out, since his treatment was complete.

  “I’d really like to see him,” Ramell began again. “He leave a forwarding address,” he fished.

  Alethia winked slyly at Jaron who smiled slightly but said nothing, before turning to Ramell and answering his question.

  “He went back home, Atlanta,” she told him as Ramell smiled and thanked her.

  Turning to walk away, Charnese reached out and grabbed his shirt. “So um, can we hook up tonight or what sexy,” she asked.

  Ramell wrote down a phone number and handed it to her, pulling her across the counter and kissing her deeply. Releasing the woman he walked away without a word as her friend huffed and puffed complaining about her lack of attention. Returning to Tariq and Jaron he gave them the info.

  “What was that,” Tariq asked, amused at Ramell’s actions.

  “Price of business,” he told him. “That’ll keep her ass quiet about our visit until we can get the fuck back to Atlanta, find this fool, and kill him,” Ramell answered, deathly serious.

  Tariq nodded his understanding as they headed to the truck, hitting the interstate and heading for home. It was time to finish the drama before it started.

  *****

  Victor offered C-Rod a drink as they talked. “He’s getting worse,” Victor told him as the other man sighed deeply.

  “We’ve invested far too much time and energy in this shit for him to fuck up now,” C-Rod threw back as Victor agreed.

  “I’m trying to keep his ass in check, but he’s totally obsessed,” Victor added.

  C-Rod nodded and remained quiet a few moments more.

  “He ne
eds some pussy,” he said simply as Victor burst into laughter, but admitted C-Rod was probably right. “I mean find him some hoe to keep him occupied and he won’t be all out in left field,” C-Rod went on.

  “True, but it would hafta be some chick that looks like Gabrielle,” Victor told him.

  C-Rod assured him they could fill that bill easily.

  “Plenty of cute, light skinned chicks here,” he told him as Victor again grunted and asked how they were going to arrange them meeting.

  “Hell, find an escort service,” C-Rod told him. “Shit we both know they do more than provide dinner companionship.”

  Chuckling again Victor finished his drink, searching for and finding an escort service online.

  Calling the number listed, Victor told the receptionist what they were looking for and she promised to call them back with some potential escorts. She would then email photos and bios to them for them to make a choice.

  “See,” C-Rod told him. “Problem solved,” he replied as Victor laughed again.

  “Plan still the same after we get the girl,” he asked giving Victor a new look.

  “Yeah, nothing’s changed,” he told his friend. “Seth is too unpredictable, too back woods, he would drive our shit into the ground if it wasn’t for you and me,” he told C-Rod.

  “He’s not gonna go peacefully and if he finds out you want Gabrielle, he’ll kill you,” C-Rod responded.

  “I got all that covered,” Victor responded.

  The two men began watching the basketball game on TV, consumed with their own thoughts. Victor thought Gabrielle was absolutely beautiful. She was still pliable and he could mold her into the woman he desired her to be. She’s not gonna be hearing that bullshit Seth is talking, he thought of the man’s plans to tell her they weren’t sister and brother. His cell went off jolting both their thoughts. It was the escort service. Victor answered listening intently before telling her to send the photos and giving her his email address.

  *****

  “Mmm,” Tyashia moaned as Jacoury began softly biting her nipples. They’d arrived at his house 30 minutes after leaving the restaurant. He had her naked and in his bed eight minutes after walking inside. She was on fire from his touch. Jacoury was so sensuous. They’d were still enjoying foreplay almost an hour after him undressing her.

  “Oh god,” Tyashia breathed as Jacoury went down on her again, ice in his mouth.

  “Yes,” she breathed softly as his tongue did magical things to her clit.

  Bringing her right to the edge, he stopped and pulled away.

  “Noo,” she whined trying to pull him back to her.

  Jacoury smiled letting her come down slightly, before going to work on her again.

  “Stop teasing me,” Tyashia murmured.

  Jacoury brought her to climax as she cried out loudly, and he greedily lapped her juices. Thinking she couldn’t take anymore, Jacoury started on her again, turning her on her stomach, pillow under her and eating her again.

  “Mmm, damn,” Tyashia murmured.

  She’d never had a man eat her out from the back. Jacoury inserted his fingers, removing his tongue as he began slowly moving them in and out of her. His hand was soon saturated with her desire. Keeping the rythmn, Jacoury positioned himself and smoothly removed his fingers and slid his rock hard erection inside her.

  “Jacoury, mmm,” Tyashia moaned.

  Jacoury thrust slowly, going deep and grinding her hard with each thrust.

  “Yeah, damn, boy damn,” Tyashia moaned as he hit her g-spot and stayed there.

  She felt the orgasm shake her entire body as she screamed aloud and coated him once again. Jacoury kissed the middle of her back softly as he began his movement again enjoying the warm welcome he received with each thrust. He felt his own orgasm moving quickly as she grew wetter and warmer.

  “Baby, shit, yeah, bout to nut, shit,” Jacoury groaned, his release spilling inside her as the words left his mouth.

  Collapsing on top of her, he was breathing hard trying to catch his breath. Gathering himself slightly, he kissed the nape of her neck, still lying on her back and spoke in her ear.

  “Don’t even think about another man now,” Jacoury told her softly. “You’re mine.” Tyashia smiled slightly and whispered okay as he began kissing her neck, heading down her back, his erection returning.

  15

  Kim was finding Gabrielle to be quite pleasant as they ate together at Mardi Gras and she tried to get to know her a little better. “So you’ve always wanted to be a nurse,” Kim asked.

  Gabrielle smiled and told her she liked helping the sick. “I can’t honestly say I’ve always wanted to be a nurse, but I think I’m going to really enjoy working at the hospital.”

  Kim murmured slightly but said nothing else as they continued eating.

  “Kim,” Gabrielle began tentatively.

  Kim smiled at the young woman, letting her know it was okay to continue.

  “How do you handle being with Mook, knowing what he does, and not freak out all the time,” she asked, gazing steadily at Kim.

  Sighing lightly, she took a drink of her tea, gathering her thoughts so she could answer the woman’s question.

  “Honestly Gabrielle,” Kim began. “It was a little easier for me than for you because I used to actually be in the game.”

  Gabrielle nodded. “But don’t you get scared, or worried, he won’t ever come home again,” she asked as Kim smiled again and told her of course she did.

  “But honestly, it’s just the same as if he were doing any other kind of work or hustle,” Kim told her again. “He could just as easily be killed coming home from work at a 9 to 5, as on the street.”

  Gabrielle sighed again, but said nothing more. Kim got the impression the woman was about at her end with the life. She wouldn’t be surprised if Gabrielle bailed on Jaron after finishing school.

  “Do you think Jaron would hurt me if I left him,” she asked, confirming Kim’s suspicions almost instantly.

  Sighing lightly once again, Kim answered her honestly.

  “It really depends on the hustler, but in Jaron’s case, the little I know about him, I’d say no,” she told her as Gabrielle visibly relaxed. “But he’s not gonna let you go without a fight or pulling out every stop to keep you,” Kim told her again. “Hustler’s are funny about their women,” she continued as Gabrielle regarded her quietly. “Especially when they fall in love,” she added.

  Gabrielle again withheld comment, causing Kim to question her a bit further.

  “Is there someone else,” she asked calmly.

  Gabrielle shook her head no. “I just --,” she returned then faltered.

  “You can tell me Gabrielle, this is our conversation,” Kim assured her.

  Gabrielle regarded Kim a while longer silently before speaking once more.

  “I guess this is all I’ve known all my life, you know,” she threw out. “My brothers, then meeting Ice, Jaron, and everyone since then,” she went on as Kim listened intently. “I just thought maybe I’d like to see how regular everday people lived,” she finished finally as Kim reached across the table and patted her hand.

  “I totally get that,” she told her as Gabrielle smiled, glad the woman understood. “All I can tell you Gabrielle is that you are the only one who can make that final decision, so follow your heart.”

  Gabrielle smiled and told Kim thanks as they paid their check and headed out of the restaurant to the mall. This woman isn’t as green as everyone seems to think, Kim thought as she started the car and Gabrielle began to talk about what she wanted to buy at the mall.

  *****

  Shamar ordered another drink and continued to enjoy the ladies on stage. He realized it was early to be at the strip club, but it was the perfect spot to relax and not be accosted. As long as you threw the dancers a few bones here and there, they for the most part, left you alone.

  “Wassup man,” DeNoah greeted him sliding into the other side of the booth.


  “Can’t call it,” Shamar returned. “What’s up with you?”

  DeNoah told him he was cool.

  “How’d you manage to get off babysit detail,” he teased.

  Shamar knew all about DeNoah’s assignment for the crew he ran with. He needed more details about the crew itself though. That was his mission today as they sat and talked. Shamar needed to get Pirate more information and quickly. Seemed his crew boss was getting antsy. Shamar didn’t know much about Pirate’s end of the rivalary but he planned to remedy that soon as well. He needed the information from DeNoah to get that leverage. He’d spent a few years running with X-Mafia in Florida before being moved to Atlanta.

  “Everybody’s back, so I got some time off,” DeNoah replied as the waitress sat the food down in front of him.

  “Hmph,” Shamar returned, ordering a small appetizer himself. “You don’t seem all that hype about the crew you runnin’ with,” he fished.

  DeNoah sighed softly and told him it was okay.

  “Man, if it’s just okay, then maybe you with the wrong crew,” Shamar threw out.

  “I’ll be straight in a little while,” DeNoah replied cryptically.

  “I guess,” Shamar threw back. “Tell me about your crew,” he asked casually.

  DeNoah sighed again before speaking.

  “They straight,” he replied as Shamar began to get a bit irritated.

  He wasn’t making any headway with DeNoah and that wasn’t a good thing.

  “I heard that dude, Deuce, I think that’s his name,” Shamar began again. “I heard his chick killed him, then offed herself,” he added as DeNoah grunted slightly.

  “Yeah, Top’s wife’s best friend,” he said aloud as Shamar nodded again.