Thin Ice 4 - Resurrections (20 page)

         
He wanted to go out and ride around some more, but he remembered what Ramell told him.
“You need to be home,” Ramell spoke. “KiKi’s smart, and if she finds a way to escape, you need to be in place in case Ice is right behind her.”
  Tariq sighed deeply, praying his cousin was right and his wife did indeed find a way to escape Ian’s depraved grasp. Tariq’s mind went back to all the history between the three of them. From the beginning Ian had been a thorn in their relationship. He’d muscled his way into Kaitlyn’s life and forced her into a relationship with him. Even after they’d gotten together again, Ian just wouldn’t let go. Tariq sighed deeply again. All he wanted was to be happy, live his life, and love his wife. Thinking about her, he smiled slightly despite the circumstances. Tariq thought back to their impromptu wedding in Las Vegas. He’d taken her there for the weekend after all the drama had died down. They’d spent the evening dining, enjoying shows and gambling.
“So you ready to marry me or what,” Tariq asked as Kaitlyn chuckled. “You know you don’t wanna get married,” she teased. “Hustlers don’t marry,” she added as Tariq scoffed. “I’ve always wanted to be married,” he returned as she gave him another look. “Are you drunk,” Kaitlyn teased once more. Tariq laughed before pulling her to him and holding her close. “KiKi, I love you, with all my heart,” he told her sincerely. “I want you to be mine, forever,” Tariq added, kissing her softly. “You’re serious,” Kaitlyn questioned, tears in her eyes. “Yes baby,” he replied as she finally said yes and they found a chapel.

          “
Now I can’t get this damned psycho to leave us alone,” Tariq grumbled once more as his cell vibrated. He checked the display seeing the message from Ramell. Frowning slightly, he texted a quick reply back and put the instrument back on the table beside him.

“
When I get KiKi back, I’m getting the hell out of Atlanta,” Tariq decided.

There was far too much drama, too many bad memories, and Ian’s tentacles were everywhere. He wanted a fresh start; a new beginning for them to start their family finally and just be. The vodka, coupled with the sadness and exhaustion, began to take their toll as Tariq’s eyes became heavy. He laid his head back on the chair, said a silent pleading prayer for his wife’s safety and his ability to find her, before his body overtook his mind and shut down as sleep mercifully found him.

*****

         
Kim heard Mook come in. She was up waiting for him. He’d been in the streets almost three solid days now and she was about to give him the blues about neglecting her. He walked into the room and the look on his face silenced her. She could see the deep anguish etched into the small frown he was carrying.

“
Hey girl, what you doing still up,” he asked, immediately changing his demeanor.

“
I was worried,” Kim told him calmly as he walked over and sat on the bed beside her.

“
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” Mook replied subdued.

Kim didn’t know what to make of his mood. He was deeply disturbed about something, but until he decided to share, Kim was just at a loss. That’s how Mook was. He told you things when he was ready for you to know. Not a moment before.

“
I love you, you know that right,” he said out of the blue, looking right into her eyes.

“
Yeah boy, I know,” Kim replied smiling at him.

Mook smiled slightly, leaning in and kissing her lips.

         
What is going on,
Kim thought behind the calm façade she maintained. He was quiet as he continued to observe her. She didn’t think she’d seen him like this in a very long time.

“
I need to relax,” he told her rising finally. “Come take a shower with me,” he added, holding his hand out.

Kim took his hand, getting out of bed and following him into the shower. She adjusted the water, knowing how he liked it and they climbed into together. Kim lathered him, gently massaging his shoulders as he held her.

“
Baby, I need you to be careful when you’re out, seriously,” Mook told her, looking once again into her eyes.

“
I promise,” Kim replied as he smiled and kissed her again.

Mook began lathering Kim, his hands lingering on her breasts as he massaged them gently.

         
Touching her, all he could think was how empty and alone he would feel if someone had taken her like they’d taken Kaitlyn. As much as he knew he couldn’t control his dreams, Mook vowed to never think of Tae or any other woman that way again. Kim was his heart and he loved every sexy, chocolate, inch of her fine ass, Mook mused becoming visibly aroused.

“
Am I adding to your tension,” Kim teased, seeing the erection.

“
You did it on purpose,” Mook replied, kissing her neck, his hands on her perfect butt.

“
You asked me to come shower,” Kim threw back.

“
Well, you did it, so how are you gonna undo it,” Mook asked, giving her a look.

“
You’re terrible,” Kim teased once again.

Mook said nothing as he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, parting her lips and stroking her clit.

“
Mmm,” Kim moaned as his fingers found their mark.

“
You like that,” Mook asked breathing erratically in her ear.

“
Don’t play Mook,” Kim teased, biting his chest playfully.

“
Oh you wanna get rough huh,” he replied loving her actions.

         
Kim chuckled as Mook went to his knees, propping her leg across his shoulder. “Mook, damn, stop,” she murmured as he gripped her clit between his teeth and teased it with the tongue stud.

Kim wasn’t even sure how he’d learned to do that, but she absolutely loved it. Mook snaked two fingers inside her dripping honeycomb giving her the ride of her life.

“
Aaah, yeah, yeah, baby, shit,” Kim moaned as the first orgasm hit her hard.

Mook didn’t break stride, sucking her hard and fingering her deeper.

“
I, um, hell, um,” Kim mumbled incoherently.

He finally began kissing his way up her body, much to her relief. She wasn’t too sure how much longer she could have remained standing with the sensations he was bringing.

“
Can I really get it tonight,” Mook asked huskily.

“
Yeah baby, do you,” Kim replied, still on fire.

He chuckled slightly, moving behind her and bending her forward.

“
Hold on,” he told her, referring to the side of the tub.

Mook slid deeply inside Kim, holding her hips tightly as he slowly and deliberately went in and out of her, driving her wild as his erection massaged her throbbing clit with each movement.

“
Yeah Mook, baby, get it,” Kim told him, needing another orgasm.

Mook’s hands grasped both her breasts as he drove himself all the way in her and Kim screamed in delight, coating him again as she came hard. Turned on, Mook spread her legs even farther, dipping his hips and increasing his speed. Kim was drenched from the multiple orgasms as she felt him expand inside her, calling her name loudly and filling her to capacity with his finish.

21

         
Lauren was still brooding thinking about Ian when he entered the room finding her awake.

“
Hi baby,” Ian greeted her sweetly, coming over and kissing her cheek gently.

“
I need to go home,” Lauren threw out wanting to see his reaction.

Sighing gently, he sat down on the bed beside her.

“
KiKi, I know you’re feeling guilty and stuff about Tariq,” Ian began patiently. “But baby you know in your heart you belong here with me.”

She remained silent, never taking her eyes from his.
As twisted as he seems from Kaitlyn’s memories, he seems to really love her,
Lauren thought behind the façade.

“
I’ll let you send him a letter and I’ll have a messenger deliver it,” Ian told her. “How’s that,” he asked, hoping she would agree.

“
So I can’t leave if I want too, I’m your prisoner,” Lauren threw at him again.

“
Baby, I’m not trying to keep you prisoner,” Ian replied. “I love you KiKi, surely you have to know that by now,” he pleaded. “I just want us to be together like we should have always been,” he added as Lauren sighed slightly but said nothing else.

         
Ian rose, telling her he was going to shower and left her alone again. Lauren continued to think, glancing around the room at the various items. Her eyes fell on a manila file folder, piquing her curiosity. She stealthily rose and walked over to the huge antique mahogany dresser that matched the huge 4-poster she’d just risen from, and removed the small box sitting atop it, opening the folder.
He does his homework, I’ll give him that,
Lauren thought reading the file on her. The pages held long detailed notes about her condition, her mental state, how she’d created a separate identity and blocked out her past.
Who the hell would want to live everyday remembering this bullshit,
she thought angrily, flipping the page and seeing her mother’s handwriting. Intrigued she began reading. She never knew what happened to the journal, assuming Carlo had either thrown it away or kept it carefully hidden.

         
Lauren’s eyes began to tear as her fury grew seeing the vividly detailed description of her rape and the beginning of her life of torture.
I hope that bastard rots in the jail they sent him too,
she thought, unaware of his death years earlier.
Why does he have all this shit,
Lauren continued to muse, flipping through mountains of other notes and paperwork about her life since her liberation from Carlo. She even saw detailed notes on her life with Tariq now, well Kaitlyn’s life, Lauren corrected herself. Finally flipping to the last page she saw notes Ian had made.
I’ll help her be herself again,
he’d written.
No one knows or understands KiKi like I do. When Lauren returns and she will, Tariq won’t have a clue what to do with her, but knowing what she had to have experienced given Carlo’s reputation, I will, because I am her soulmate.
Lauren frowned deeply and closed the folder.

         
She heard the shower stop and returned to the bed, just as Ian walked into the room.
He’s fine,
she thought lustily, taking in his sculpted body. He climbed in beside her, nude, and lay down, turning on his side so they could talk.

“
What happened to you,” Lauren asked, noting all the scars.

They weren’t ugly scars, but they were numerous.

“
Tariq and his boys tried to execute me,” Ian replied calmly as Lauren gave him a look.

Sighing slightly again, he told her the story of the fateful day in Louisiana when they left him for dead.

“
You shot me here,” Ian told her calmly, pointing to the scar on his arm.

“
Why would I shoot you Ian,” Lauren asked.

Ian smiled slightly and kissed her gently. “Because you weren’t yourself,” he answered, kissing her again.

Lauren was confused. She didn’t like the darkness about him, but she felt slightly intrigued at the same time. Ian pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and passionately. Lauren felt her body begin to respond and pushed him away.

“
No,” she said simply, trying to get up.

“
Baby, come here,” Ian told her, pulling her back to him. “I understand, okay, I do,” he whispered, kissing her neck gently.

Lauren let him continue to arouse her, her mind spinning. She closed her eyes as the darkness began to envelope her and she fought back.
Not yet,
she told the other entity fighting for control. Lauren had to figure this out and end it once and for all, she told herself just as Ian’s tongue found her clit and she decided to see just what he brought to the table.

*****

Victor was on the phone talking with C-Rod, finalizing their plans. Seth was too impatient to wait the three days they’d agreed on.

“
He’s making a move tomorrow,” Victor told him, as C-Rod frowned deeply.

“
Well shit, are we ready,” he asked.

Victor sighed deeply and told him they would have to be. “I made the call and the crew will be in place tomorrow,” he added as C-Rod grunted.

“
What about Gabrielle,” C-Rod asked. “That fool is gonna freak, and I don’t wanna see her get hurt,” he told Victor, who frowned deeply on his end.

“
That won’t happen,” he said with finality. “I’m going to grab her and make sure she’s out of harms way,” he told C-Rod. “We’re going to have to move quickly,” Victor began again. “Time isn’t on our side and the fact that it’s a public place makes it even worse,” he added.

“
This muthafucka been about to fall over the edge for a while now anyway, so this is no surprise,” C-Rod returned.

“
Yeah,” Victor answered. “Some people can’t handle the game at all, you know,” he went on. “Think they have what it takes, but the shit is no joke.”

          “
He’s gonna want to still kill her boyfriend, what’s his name,” C-Rod threw out.