Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“Muthafucka, who you? You don’t own or control me.”

“Bitch, I run shit here,” he yelled. “So who you fuckin’ out there?”

“Fuck you, Ahbou. That’s none of ya business.”

“You think I’m playing with you?”

Claire grimaced at their confrontation from her position on the couch and threw the pillow over her head. She had to get up for work and school the next day.

“I’m gonna ask you again, who you fucking?” Ahbou was desperate to know.

“I told you, I was fuckin’ busy!”

“You lying-ass bitch!” he screamed.

“You the bitch!”

Things were becoming intense. It looked like Ahbou was ready to strike Charlie, but then the unexpected happened. His tone softened and he became apologetic.

“Look, baby, I’m sorry for coming at you fucked up like this, but I love you, Charlie, and I get jealous just thinking about you being with another nigga.”

She stood there listening with her hands on her hips.

“I missed you, baby. You know I did. And it drives me crazy when I don’t see you on the regular,” he continued.

“You need to stop being so jealous, Ahbou. I told you, I was out of town takin’ care of some business,” she said.

“I know you’re a busy woman.”

“You know that, so stop comin’ at me wit’ your insecurities. It’s a turn-off,?

?? she said.

“I know what turns you on.” He smiled and reached out and took her hand.

She looked at him uninterested.

He continued. “I’m tired, Charlie. I worked a double shift. Could I stay the night?”

“Don’t start no shit, Ahbou. I’m warning you!”

In a hot minute, they were inside Charlie’s bedroom fucking their brains out. Claire could hear their loud sex noises like bells ringing in her ear. She was back to living in hell.

***

The following morning, Charlie lay naked between Ahbou’s arms, the side of her face nestled against his hairy chest. It seemed like last night’s argument between them never happened. The two looked loving together, but Charlie was working her magic on him. She wanted an update on Landy’s criminal situation.

“The ADA is trying to get her to plead guilty and do six months,” he informed her.

Charlie was pleased. Teach that bitch to be in my business, she thought.

“Then do me a favor—give me the date she’ll go before the judge if she cops a plea. I definitely want to be there so that bitch can know that I had a hand in her demise—that I did this to her.”

“I definitely will,” he assured her.

For some reason, Charlie still wasn’t satisfied. There was someone else that she wanted on her hit list.

“I need another favor from you,” she said to him.