Dirty Little Angel

“Oh my God! How the fuck did you find me? And what the fuck are you doin’ in my fuckin’ bedroom, Crown?” Bubbles shouted.

“Damn, you was always sexy when you got angry, bitch.”

Bubbles tried to turn and leave but Harlem got in her way. He seemed to come out of nowhere. “You need to chill and relax, shorty. We’re just here for some information,” Harlem said to her.

Bubbles stood helpless in her own bedroom, her body wrapped in a towel, unsure of what these two Philly thugs had in store for her.

Crown rose from the bed and approached her with a smile. He loved the way she looked wrapped in a towel and thought about that pussy again. He brushed his hand against her shoulder and said, “Damn, you still look good, baby. Really good.”

Bubbles jerked her shoulder away from his touch and glared at Crown.

“Why are you here?” she asked heatedly, feeling her heart beat faster.

Crown stared at her for a moment admiring everything he missed about her.

“I’m just here to talk, that’s all. Now we can make this really simple and I can be on my way or I can get into some wicked shit and make it fun for me and my friend here. Oh, I’m sorry, you never met Harlem. Well, let me officially introduce the two of you. Bubbles, this is Harlem and Harlem, Bubbles. See, Harlem here used to be a very hostile dude, but I’ve helped to calm him down.”

Bubbles looked at Harlem. Harlem looked back at her with a grim look. He didn’t say a word, but his dreadful presence spoke loudly for him. His face was stone and his eyes were cold and distant.

“So far, he’s behaving himself but if anything was to piss him off, well—shit, I don’t know what the nigga might do in this room if I left him alone with you,” Crown warned.

Bubbles was really nervous. Knowing Crown’s dangerous and deadly temper, she feared that she might not leave the room alive. She then thought about Jason. “Where’s my husband?”

“Oh, that white boy? He a’ight. We put the iron to his head and knocked that faggot out cold,” Crown said.

Bubbles gasped.

“You was always fond of them light-skinned niggas, but, damn, you wit’ a white boy? Who would have thought? But then again, you was always that kind of bitch who thought white was right,” Crown joked. “But yo, we can leave out here with everyone in one piece and still breathing. Or, if you act up, I can guarantee you it will get ugly in here. We got all day to stay and think of all kinds of enjoyable shit we can do to you.”

Bubbles tried to keep her composure. She stared Crown directly in the eye and asked, “What do you want from me?”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Crown replied.

Harlem took a step back, keeping his eyes on Bubbles’s shapely, semi-nude figure, and felt his dick getting hard. He definitely liked what he saw and hoped that Crown gave him the go-ahead to have his way with her—because he was dying to.

Crown brushed his hand across her breasts and ran his fingers under her towel. “I need a line on where your cousin Chaos might be staying in New York. The Bronx, I think.”

“Chaos? What do you want with her?” Bubbles asked.

“Look, she’s your cousin, but that’s my bitch and I need to get up wit’ her.”

“I haven’t spoken to Chaos in a year, maybe more. You should know that, Crown.”

“Bitch, just give me her last known location, address, or somethin’ that can link me up wit’ the bitch!”

“Why should I help you, Crown? If my cousin is free from you, then so be it. But—”

Crown cut her off by saying, “Harlem, I see she wanna act up now. Go see about her husband. If he’s awake, shoot that muthafucka.”

Harlem began to leave the room. Bubbles, not knowing that it was a bluff, said, “Okay, okay. I’ll try and help.”

Crown smiled and said, “See? When you open your mouth just make sure you’re sayin’ the right thing to me. You dig?”

Bubbles nodded.

“Now, I need a line on your cousin. If she’s in New York, where do you think she might be? I know you know. Y’all been family long enough and I remember you used to write that bitch letters when you was turning tricks for me.”

Bubbles took a deep sigh and thought about her options and her life. She hated to give up her cousin but it was something that she was being forced to do. “If I’ll tell you, do you promise that you wo