Thin Ice 3 - Armageddon

by KR Bankston

Seth told him he and Peyton had only found out a few hours earlier.

  “We’re about two hours out,” Peyton told him taking the phone from Seth so his older brother could concentrate on the road.

  “Fine,” Kareem replied already making moves. “Where you want us to look,” he asked as Peyton gave him some areas.

  “Make people talk,” he admonished as Kareem told him that was a given.

  Disconnecting he returned to Tae.

  “Baby, I hafta go,” he told her. “I’ll call you later,” he added as Tae told him she’d talk to him soon.

  “I will be with my man later, so just leave me a voicemail,” she told Kareem knowing it would piss him off.

  Taking a deep breath and blowing it out, Kareem gathered himself before he answered, not wanting to go off. They weren’t a couple yet.

  “You handle your business,” he told Tae calmly. “You don’t screw him though,” he admonished, his tone letting Tae know he wasn’t playing.

  “Goodbye Kareem,” Tae returned dismissing the admonishment.

  “It will be goodbye for him if I think he been inside your walls tonight,” Kareem told her icily, disconnecting before she could reply.

  Tae looked at the phone unable to shake the darkness that had just entered her body and was slowly inching through her bloodstream.

  *****

  Ian was thinking as they rode. He’d met with Dixon earlier and now had all the information he needed to destroy Tariq and his entire operation. He already had people headed to Miami. Since his head lieutenant, Mook, was in Atlanta, it would be easy to run through the operation and catch them by surprise. He had no love for the man, but so far he’d managed to stay off Ian’s kill list. Lets hope he keeps it that way, Ian continued to brood. He thought about Dixon and how pathetically pitiful he’d been when they met. Closing his eyes, he replayed the time they spent. Ian walked into Rebecca’s home finding her eldest son waiting for him. “Wassup Dixon,” Ian asked calmly taking in the man in front of him, fighting to keep his rage in check. “Nothin’ Ice,” Dixon replied subdued. “You have what I want,” Ian asked wasting no more time on pleasantries. “Yeah, its here,” Dixon told him producing the documents. There were names and addresses, account numbers, contacts, safe combinations, email and bank account passwords and user names. “You did well,” Ian returned as he looked over the information. “So you can let my mama go,” Dixon asked praying he was finished being Ian’s snitch. He already knew he was done as far as working for Mook and the organization. Dixon just wanted to escape with his life and know his mother was okay. He’d already planned to relocate to Milwaukee. He had cousins there and he was pretty sure no one would know to look for him there. “Your mother was never a prisoner, Dixon,” Ian told him calmly going on to explain where he’d sent Rebecca and what she was doing.

  Dixon released an audible sigh, relaxing for the first time since all the drama began over a week ago. “Now,” Ian began and from his tone Dixon knew it wasn’t going to be good. “There is the matter of another debt you owe me,” Ian went on as Dixon swallowed hard and remained quiet not interrupting. “You betrayed me Dixon,” Ian told him as the man opened his mouth to argue, then changed his mind. “I’d been good to you, more than good,” Ian went on as Dixon continued to endure. “Not only did you leave me to the wolves, you signed on with the muthafucka’s,” Ian growled angrily. “Where did you think I was all these years,” Ian asked looking to the man for an answer. “Dead,” Dixon said plainly. Ian continued to regard him, finally surmising the man was telling him the truth. “Hmph, guess that eased your conscience huh,” Ian began again. Dixon again remained quiet, beginning to pray silently. “Well as you can see Dixon, you can’t trust muthafucka’s cause they lie,” Ian railed quietly. “I am very much alive and the hell I’ve endured the last 5 years would have killed any other man,” Ian told him finally producing the .10mm. Dixon swallowed hard knowing his time was near. “Let’s have a final drink together, hmm,” Ian threw out as Dixon simply nodded. Ian opened the bottle of liquor he’d instructed Dixon to place on the coffee table and poured them both double shots.

  Picking up his glass, Ian waited for Dixon to do the same. Sighing deeply the big man finally retrieved his own glass and waited for Ian’s direction. “What shall we drink too,” Ian asked looked directly into Dixon’s eyes. “Let’s drink to loyalty,” he said scathingly. “Loyalty, honesty, and payback,” Ian repeated raising his glass and throwing the double shot down. Dixon poured the shots into his mouth taking a few moments to force himself to swallow around the lump that had taken permanent residence in his throat. “Let’s go see your old room, shall we,” Ian told him rising. Dixon thought it was an odd request, but Ian had always been strange in his estimation. Leading the way, Dixon took in the childhood home as he walked. He saw the childhood photos that lined the hallway wall of him and his siblings as they grew up. He saw the picture of his mother and father on their wedding day. His father had been dead for almost 15 years now, but his mother had never dated another man. Stopping, Dixon put his hand on the knob and opened the door. Walking inside he was transported to another time and place. He was 10 again and the innocence that was life still existed for him. “You should have died with honor six years ago when they had me trapped in that house like a rat,” Ian told him as Dixon turned, standing beside his bed, and faced him. “Now you’re just going to die, but I am going to make sure you get credit for your contribution to the crumpling of Top’s empire,” Ian told him as he shot him the first time. Dixon didn’t fall immediately as the crimson stain began to spread on his shirt. Ian shot him 5 more times, the final bullet sending him sprawled comically onto the twin sized bed, eyes focused blindly on the Playboy centerfold taped to the ceiling.

  Peyton’s voice announcing they were back in Louisiana broke Ian’s thoughts as he smiled to himself that one loose end was tied up. As soon as they found Brie and killed the fools that had taken her, Ian was headed back to Atlanta and within seven days time he was going to kill LaRon, Jaleesa, and Tariq. She’s going to be terrified of you, Ian thought of Kaitlyn. Dismissing the thoughts, Ian knew they would be all right. He knew how to take care of Kaitlyn and what she needed. He would allow her to grieve for a little while, but then it would be back to business and back to them being together like they were always destined to be. Shaking every other thought except a quick resolution to Brie’s whereabouts, Ian got out of the car, just as Zeke walked up to the three men and began to speak.

  9

  Tariq was meeting LaRon and Mook later tonight. They’d gotten the call a couple days ago confirming their worst fears. Ian was here in the city. His cell rang with the call he’d been waiting for.

  “Hello,” Tariq greeted his caller.

  “Wassup Top man, how you doin’,” Shells greeted him.

  Tariq smiled and returned the greeting. Shells was a friend from the street. His nickname emanated from the shells that adorned the ends of his long dreads and the constant clicking and clanking sound they made as he walked and they connected with each other. He was also as deadly as the day was long. Quiet and efficient, Shells could pull off hits most other men couldn’t get near.

  “I need to employ you,” Tariq returned honestly.

  “What you needin’ Top,” Shells returned, the Jamaican accent peeking through.

  “I need you to shadow my wife, KiKi,” he told him calmly as Shells grunted slightly.

  “I don’t really do the bodyguard thing, Top man,” he replied hesitantly.

  Tariq sighed deeply and told him it wasn’t really a bodyguard job in the traditional sense of the word.

  “Make it plain for me then,” Shells replied once again.

  Tariq gave him an abbreviated version of all their history with Ian as well as the present developments and why he needed someone with Shells expertise to handle this end for him.

  “I don’t trust my wife’s life in the hands of just anyone,” Tariq told the man as Shells again voiced hi
s understanding.

  “So she won’t know she bein’ watched,” he questioned as Tariq replied in the affirmative.

  “KiKi doesn’t know this psycho is even still breathing,” Tariq told him. “He’s obsessed with her,” he added as Shells again withheld comment.

  “You want me to kill him,” he asked.

  “If he comes near my wife,” Tariq began. “Hell yes,” he finished flatly as Shells told him he would take the job.

  “Thanks Shells,” Tariq replied. “We can discuss price when I come through later,” he replied as Shells assured him they would work that out.

  “I begin tomorrow morning,” he told Tariq.

  “That’s cool,” Tariq replied disconnecting, one less weight on his mind for now.

  Dialing Mook’s cell he greeted the man once he answered, asking his arrival time at the meet spot.

  “I’m about 15 minutes away,” Mook answered.

  Tariq told him that was perfect and he wasn’t too far behind. “I should be there in about 30 maybe 45 minutes,” Tariq continued. “Gotta make this stop first,” he told Mook who already knew about him hiring the bodyguard.

  “It’s cool, Top,” Mook replied. “Handle yours, we’ll be waiting,” he finished and disconnected.

  Tariq grabbed his keys and headed out the door, setting the alarm before he did and texting Kaitlyn to find out exactly where she was.

  *****

  Kim was still online but coming up very light. Nothing frustrated her more than not being able to find what she was looking for. Kim was good at her job of fact finding. It was why she’d proved such an invaluable asset in Top’s world. How the hell is this shit possible, she thought crossly to herself trying yet another avenue. Normally she wouldn’t have wasted as much time as she had already trying to answer questions that were never asked, but again, Kim hated being in the dark. There was a mystery afoot and she was hellbent on solving it. Coming up empty yet again, Kim closed her eyes and took a deep breath letting her mind relax. If she were anxious she’d miss something. Rising and leaving the computer for a few moments, Kim went to the ladies room. Washing her hands she regarded her reflection the mirror. Maybe there’s a reason you can’t find what you’re looking for, her mind told her. Some things were perhaps better left alone, that warning bell in her subconscious was telling her.

  Kim sighed deeply dismissing the thoughts as she walked out of the restroom and stopped at the water fountain. The gnawing in her gut just would not let her drop the matter. More determined than ever Kim returned to the computer and keyed in something else. The hourglass appeared, turning over and over again, as the computer performed the task she’d entered. Moment’s later information began to fill the screen and Kim sighed again at the monstrous size of the results returned. Shit, this could take forever, she thought. Taking each item returned individually Kim began looking through them hoping she got lucky and found something usual. Fifty entries and two hours later, Kim finally got lucky, finding a very promising lead. Kim read the entry as her frown deepened. What the hell, she thought, continuing to read. Jotting down information she found at the end of the entry, Kim did another search with what she’d just pulled from the previous entry, again hitting pay dirt.

  Why is this so damned familiar, she continued to ponder as she looked at the screen. Her mind still whirling, Kim typed in one word and waited for the results. You have got to be shittin’ me, she thought as her mouth dropped when the computer finished its search and brought her the results. Kim immediately clicked on the link and began to read, her pulse racing as she devoured the article and hurriedly searched for more. You have got to be fuckin’ shittin’ me, her mind kept repeating as she unearthed more and more information.

  “So now what,” she murmured aloud her head spinning out of control.

  Do what you do best, her mind threw out. Kim knew what meant. She had to investigate it. Closing her notebook after verifying she had the right information, Kim rose and headed back to the hotel. She definitely needed a drink now.

  *****

  “Hey baby,” Kaitlyn greeted Tariq as she walked into the house.

  “Hey girl,” he returned hugging his wife and kissing her sweetly. “You smell good,” he told her inhaling her scent.

  “I was at Vickie’s Secret trying on perfumes,” she told him chuckling.

  “Well I sure as hell hope you bought that one,” Tariq replied still kissing her neck softly. Kaitlyn chuckled again and pushed him gently away; walking into the kitchen, putting up the roast she’d stopped and picked up.

  “You going out,” she asked, seeing him dressed, keys in his hand.

  “Yeah, got a meeting,” Tariq replied as Kaitlyn nodded her understanding and headed to their bedroom, him following.

  “You going back out tonight,” Tariq asked casually.

  He didn’t want to scare her and he definitely didn’t want her to know Ian was alive or that he was somewhere in the city.

  Turning to him, Tariq saw her yawning, making him laugh lightly.

  “Nope, going in here and take a nice long bath,” Kaitlyn told him as she began to undress. “Then I’m gonna watch those DVD’s I bought last week,” she finished, standing in the bathroom now turning the water on for her bath.

  “That sounds like a plan,” Tariq returned pulling her to him again as she came back into the room.

  Reaching behind her, Tariq unhooked Kaitlyn’s bra and removed it for her. Kaitlyn chuckled seeing the look in his eyes as he took in her full nipples, which for whatever reason, were hard at the moment.

  “You make it hard for a man to leave,” Tariq told her hoarsely, licking his lips slightly. Kaitlyn giggled again.

  “You did that to yourself,” she told him, poking him in the chest and pulling away.

  She went into the bathroom and turned the water off. Tariq walked over to the door at the exact moment she removed her jeans.

  “Shit,” he murmured softly taking in her sexy frame in the thong.

  “You have a meeting,” Kaitlyn told him, hearing his exclamation and seeing him still lingering in the door.

  “Why you tormenting’ me like this, KiKi,” Tariq asked walking in and taking her into his arms, kissing her passionately. “You know you turn me on, shit,” he murmured still kissing her neck as his hands massaged her breasts and enjoyed the hard nipple.

  “Tariq, you’re going to be late,” Kaitlyn tried half heartedly.

  Truthfully, she was on fire.

  “KiKi, mmm,” Tariq told murmured his lips moving lower until he held her nipple firmly between them, licking the hard mounds slowly.

  “Aaah, hell, mmm,” Kaitlyn moaned.

  Reaching down she unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles. Tariq stepped closer as Kaitlyn’s hand snaked inside his fitted boxers, grasping his throbbing erection and freeing it. Tariq quickly returned the favor, lifting her slightly and ripping the thong off her body.

  “Damn baby,” Kaitlyn murmured at his forcefulness.

  Tariq returned to her lips kissing her again as their tongues danced melodically with each other and he slid deeply inside her. Kaitlyn groaned as Tariq continued to kiss her, holding her hips tightly as he dipped deeply and made her eyes roll back into her head behind the closed lids. Tariq wanted her to feel every bit of his love for her as he consumed her. He cradled his face in her neck, kissing it softly as he continued to give her what they both wanted. Kaitlyn cried out first as he felt her warmth and wetness increase. Knowing he’d brought her closure, Tariq allowed himself to finish, pulling her even closer.

  “You better not blame you’re being late on me,” Kaitlyn teased as Tariq gathered himself and prepared to leave her.

  “It is your fault,” he threw back giving her a look. “Shouldn’t be so damned fine,” he finished as Kaitlyn actually blushed and he kissed her lips softly, leaving her soaking in the tub, safe and out of harms way.

  *****

  Mook was chilling watching the game and enjoy
ing the nacho’s he’d stopped and picked up along the way, when Kim finally made it back.

  “Damn girl, you buy out the store,” he called out jokingly.

  Kim laughed and told him not today, but there was always tomorrow. Walking into the room he offered her some of his food. Kim grabbed a chip and enjoyed the cheese and jalapeno combination.

  “What’s all that other stuff,” she asked looking at the sea of colors on the chips closest to him.

  “Got some fresh salsa, guacamole, and sour cream,” Mook told her as Kim sighed and said nothing else.

  “Dang, I forgot to get something to drink,” she murmured, referring to soft drinks or water.

  “I got something to drink,” Mook replied giving her a look.

  Kim burst into laughter knowing exactly what he was drinking.

  “Umm no,” she replied as Mook chuckled and told her she was going to be thirsty. Walking into the bathroom Kim’s mind began to replay all the information she’d found today. Should I share it with him, she pondered turning on the shower.

  Kim thought about it a few moments more before deciding she wouldn’t say anything until she had a more complete picture. Right now everything was extremely chaotic. Stepping under the spray, Kim closed her eyes and enjoyed the steaming hot water as it cascaded over her body. I wish I’d run into that bitch Tae today too, she thought frowning deeply. Kim pushed the thoughts away. Mook had given her no further indication he had given the woman a moments more thought. You need to stop trippin, her mind condemned. You gonna push the damned man into her bed if you get to acting’ foolish, her mind attacked again. Sighing lightly Kim agreed she had nothing to worry about. Mook loved her. They had four years and a child together. She knew enough about his character to know he’d never hurt her like that.

  “Mhmph, look at that phat ass right there,” Mook murmured scaring the hell out of Kim since she hadn’t heard him come in.

  Turning she found him leaned back against the shower wall, naked, and ready to do naughty things to her.