n’t kill her or me?”
“Look, Bubbles. I don’t care about you. If you wanna live like Mrs. Brady and be a dumb bitch for that white boy, that’s you. I’m only here for your cousin. She took somethin’ from me and I want it back.”
“Money?” Bubbles asked.
“Look, bitch, my patience is wearing thin wit’ you! I ain’t got time for games. I want information and no more questions from you. You talk out of turn again and we gonna reminisce about the good ol’ days, wit’ my goon hand coming across your fuckin’ face!” Crown exclaimed.
Bubbles knew he was serious. She took another deep breath and said, “She used to stay with this lady, I think her name was Mrs. Joseph. She lived over by the Grand Concourse and East 181st Street,” reluctantly informed him.
Crown smiled. “You still got them fuckin’ letters she used to write you?” he asked.
Bubbles thought for a moment. “I only have one.”
“Let me get that letter.”
Bubbles didn’t want to give it up, but she knew that Crown wasn’t taking no for an answer. She slowly opened her dresser and dug through a few clothes. She pulled out a white envelope that was addressed to her from three years ago. It had the address that Crown needed.
Bubbles passed it to Crown who snatched it from her hands.
“You did good, girl,” Crown said.
Hearing those words from Crown made Bubbles feel like shit. She didn’t trust him and felt in her heart that something was wrong.
“You happy?” Bubbles asked with attitude.
“Bitch, don’t get cute,” Crown warned.
Bubbles was terrified. The look that Crown gave sent chills of uneasiness down her spine. “I wanna see Jason,” she cried out.
“I told you, bitch, he a’ight,” Crown lied.
“I wanna see him!” she screamed.
“Look at you, gettin’ all loud and shit, caring for that white boy. He be fuckin’ you as good as I did?” Crown asked. “He be deep up in that pussy, like I used to do?”
Bubbles began to cry, knowing that her fate was in their hands. Crown and Harlem hesitated to leave after they got what they wanted. She thought that they still wanted much more from her—something that she saved only for her husband.
“You know, you still look good, Bubbles. How about I get a quick peep at that body for old time’s sake? Let me see if you kept that body in good shape.” Crown leered. He looked over at Harlem and saw that he wore a devilish grin.
Bubbles tied the towel around her tightly and took a step back from Crown. Her body language said “no,” but Crown was unkind and harsh. He approached Bubbles, licking his lips and pulling at her towel.
“C’mon, Bubbles, let me get that peek. Your husband, he probably didn’t appreciate what he was fuckin’. I know that white boy couldn’t handle you ’cause you definitely did like to get buck wild on a nigga.”
Crown tried to wrap his arms around Bubbles, ready to get a taste of her goodies, but Bubbles bolted from his grip and smacked him hard. “Get the fuck off me, Crown! I ain’t wit’ that shit anymore!”
Crown became angry. “Bitch, you must be fuckin’ crazy to put your fuckin’ hands on me! I’m gonna kill you like I did your fuckin’ husband downstairs.”
Bubbles’s face flushed with both anger and resentment. She charged at Crown, swinging and screaming, “You heartless bastard! Why you do that? We ain’t do shit to you!”
Harlem quickly picked Bubbles up in his strong grip. Crown walked up to Bubbles and punched her in the face.
Bubbles glared back in defiance and spit in Crown’s face. “Fuck you!” she cried as tears streamed down her face. “I hate you! Go to fuckin’ hell, you callous muthafucka!”
“Bitch, I had love for you and you do me like this? What I told you, Bubbles? Ain’t never no escaping me. But yet, y’all bitches always try and then we end up where I gotta fuck y’all bitches up and teach y’all a fuckin’ lesson, even if it means death.”
Bubbles stared at Crown, knowing that the worst was about to come. All she could do at that point was curse and spit at Crown.
“Now, where were we?” Crown said in a calmer tone. He ran his hand up Bubbles’s thigh and positioned it underneath her towel. He grabbed her shaved snatch and fondled her while Harlem smiled.