She flung her wet body on top of his and nibbled on his ear. Instantly his dick grew hard. Chan
el then whispered, “Let’s go back to the room.”
He smiled at his wife, and life went on.
Chapter Forty-Four
The arrest, spending time in jail until her parents could make her bail, and then fighting for her life in the court system had hardened Kym. She was fired from her job, she lost her apartment because her parents couldn’t pay the bills, and God was killed while owing her five thousand dollars. She looked and felt like shit. Her life had been snatched from her because of a fraudulent murder charge.
As far as she was concerned, there would always be a shadow of suspicion hovering over her. Her case was dismissed without prejudice, meaning the prosecutor could reopen it and bring it back to the courts. Kym knew she wasn’t completely off the hook, because if any new evidence against her came to light, then it was back to hell in the court systems. She also knew that neither she nor her parents could afford to go through that ordeal again. The situation had nearly bankrupted them.
Kym felt that there was one person responsible for everything she had been through. Charlie. She wanted that bitch to suffer, and she wanted it to be painful and slow.
Being homeless, Kym was going from spending the night on one friend’s couch to another. And being jobless, she had to beg and borrow money. She found herself at rock-bottom, trying to claw her way out of a hole while Charlie was walking free and living it up.
Night after night, Kym would cry and cry until there were no more tears left. She had nothing left, not even her dignity, and she found herself having sex with an ex-boyfriend just to have somewhere to stay for a few nights.
She felt it was time to go after Charlie. She didn’t have to look far to find someone who would help her accomplish her task of revenge.
Kym got out of the cab on the rough-looking street. It was twilight and balmy, and the neighborhood she found herself in was the South Bronx. There was a group of guys lingering in front of the bodega across the street from the projects on Rosedale Avenue and a slowly passing cop car. She stared at the brick projects and felt some apprehension, but she continued toward the six-story building. She made her way into the grungy lobby, got into the elevator, and pushed for the sixth floor. Alone with her thoughts and worries, she wondered, Am I doing the right thing by going to him?
The elevator door opened and Kym stepped into the narrow, graffiti-covered hallway that reeked of weed and an unfamiliar ghetto smell. She made her way to the end of the hallway and nervously knocked on apartment 6H.
Shortly after her knock, she heard someone say, “Yo, who is it?”
“I’m here to see my uncle—Uncle Pete,” she announced.
The door opened right away and a tall, thuggish looking man with a gleaming bald head and a muscular upper body swathed with tattoos came into view. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he smiled at his niece.
“Oh shit, niecy! Why you ain’t tell me you were coming?” he said.
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, Uncle Pete.”
“Yo, come inside.”
Kym entered the ultimate ghetto bachelor pad and drug spot. A shifty looking guy was on the couch puffing on a blunt and talking on the phone.
“Yo, CK, this my niece right here, Kym,” Uncle Pete introduced her.
CK simply nodded to her and continued with his business.
“Anyway, what brings you by, niecy?” he asked.
“I got a problem, Uncle Pete.”
“Fo’ real? Yo, just talk to me. You know I got you.”
Uncle Pete was her dad’s younger brother, and he was just a few years older than her. He was a street dude and was considered the black sheep of the family. But he was proud of his niece. She was a beautiful young girl with goals in her life, and he didn’t want to see her struggling or messed with.
“You heard what happened to me?” she said.
“Yo, when I heard that shit, I knew you ain’t caught no body. That ain’t you, niecy. I know if you needed someone got, then you woulda been came to me to do that shit, cuz you know I got you,” he said.
“Well, that’s why I’m coming to you.”
“Talk to me.”
Just thinking about it started to make her emotional. “I was set up.”