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  He continued to bang on the door, annoying and scaring Claire.

  “Please leave, Ahbou, before I call the police!” Claire threatened.

  “Bitch, did you forget? I am the fuckin’ police.”

  “And I’ll call the real ones to report you for harassment,” she countered. “Cop or not, I know about you, and it ain’t pretty.”

  Ahbou seethed from the other side of the door. He couldn’t chance Claire calling the police and having cops not on the take find him there.

  “I’ll be back, and I wanna know where the fuck she is,” he said, making his departure.

  Claire exhaled, glad he was finally gone. The stench of Charlie’s mess was starting to stick to her.

  Ahbou was unshakeable. Every day, twice a day, he came to the apartment looking for Charlie and seeking out a confrontation. He had become a stalker. He was obsessed, but Claire thought she was safe from him inside the locked apartment.

  After Claire got dressed for work, she stared through the peephole to make sure Ahbou wasn’t lurking around in the hallway before she walked out. She didn’t see anything off, so she opened the door. The moment she stepped foot into the hallway, it seemed like Ahbou appeared from out of nowhere. He argued with Claire and pushed his way into the apartment, frantically looking for Charlie.

  “Charlie, where the fuck you at?” he shouted.

  “I told you, she’s not here!” Claire yelled.

  Ahbou pivoted and stormed at Claire with a wild and jealous look in his eyes. Claire was terrified, but she tried not to show it. When a nosy neighbor came to investigate the incident, it spooked Ahbou and he hurriedly left the scene.

  The following day, he came back. He banged on the apartment door to no avail and then used his badge to get the superintendent to let him in. He was done playing nice. He caught Claire off-guard. She was about to leave for work, and when she saw Ahbou inside the apartment, she screamed with fear.

  “Where the fuck is she? She’s with some nigga, right? She’s fucking somebody else?” he shouted with rage.

  “I don’t fuckin’ know!” Claire retorted.

  Ahbou didn’t like the insubordination from Claire. He felt like he should be respected. He charged toward her and forcefully grabbed her by her clothes and shoved her against the living room wall.

  “You fuckin’ bitch, I’ll bash your fuckin’ face in if you ain’t telling me the truth,” he threatened her. “Is she seeing another nigga?”

  “I told you, I don’t know. I’m not in my sister’s business,” she exclaimed.

  He glared at her. The frightened and unknowing look in her eyes indicated to him that maybe she was telling him the truth. He knew that Charlie wasn’t close with her sister. So why would she tell her anything? Of course Charlie would disappear for several days without telling anyone where she was. It was her character.

  He released his grip from Claire and stepped away.

  Claire couldn’t wait for Charlie to get home from wherever she was. She was sick of her shit—sick of her sister’s life colliding with hers.

  Ahbou offered no apologies to Claire. He continued to frown and simply said, “When you see that bitch, tell her she needs to call me. ASAP.”

  He spun around and left. Claire slammed the door behind him and screamed out in frustration and anger. She wanted to kill her sister for putting her in such a hostile predicament with a jealous lunatic.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chanel sat impatiently by Mateo’s bedside while Nurse Beth gave him a sponge bath. Chanel would often ask if she could be the one to give it to him, but it was against the facility’s rules. If something were to happen, then they could get sued. Chanel thought, What can happen with helping to give my man a sponge bath?

  After the sponge bath, she watched Kyle help Mateo move his legs and arms during therapy. His arms were strong and his legs were slowly catching up. Mateo would sweat profusely while trying to walk and do things that most people take for granted. Early on, Mateo was embarrassed, but he pushed those feelings aside because it was all for him and Chanel to get back to normal. He wanted to become a hundred percent whole for her.

  He was a fighter. He was determined to get well.

  Once everyone left the room, Chanel crawled into bed with Mateo and snuggled against him. He wrapped his arms around her and said, “I know it’s hard right now, baby, but I’m gonna get there.”

  “I know, baby. I see you’re trying, and I love that about you. You never give up.”

  “Yeah, but all this shit is expensive, and Pyro—I know this shit is a lot on him.” He sighed.

  “He’s your friend, your brother, and he’s not giving up on you just like I’m not giving up on you,” she said, stroking his arm.

  “That means a lot to me.”

  “I know it does, baby. I know.”

  He paused for a moment before asking her, “Do you still see a future with me?”

  Chanel looked offended by the question. “What kind of question is that, Mateo? Of course I still see a future with you. Why would you ask me that?”

  “Lately, it seems like your mind has been distant—on something else. And for a moment, you weren’t coming to see me on a regular like you used to.”

  She sighed. “I just had some things going on.”

  “Like what?” he wanted to know.

  “Just things, Mateo.”

  “I understand. You don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “I would rather talk about us.”

  “Us?”

  “You still wanna marry me?” she asked him.

  “Of course I do, Chanel. I love you. You’re my world.”

  She smiled. They locked hands and stared at each other. Though parts of his body were still impaired, he was still the same, she felt. The way he gazed at her, she never had to guess how he felt about her.

  “You want a big wedding or small wedding?” he asked her.

  “You know me; something simple,” she replied.

  “And kids? How many?”

  “You can give me four kids—two boys and two girls.”

  He laughed. “Four?”

  “Oh, that’s gonna be a problem?”

  “Nah.”

  “I know you’re gonna have fun making them,” she joked.

  He laughed. “You got that right.”

  “I know, and I wish we could start now,” she teased.

  “No doubt.”

  They talked about their future, movies, family, and life. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and Mateo loved hearing her voice. It was comforting to him in so many ways. He wanted Chanel to lay with him forever. With her by his side, he felt like he could take on the world.

  ***

  Chanel saw with her own eyes that Mecca and Pyro were back together again when they both walked into the apartment smiling and laughing. Chanel was caught off guard by their reconciliation. The last she heard, Mecca was feeling neglected and used, and she thought Pyro was ready to move on. But that wasn’t the case.

  “I’m done with him, Chanel,” she remembered Mecca telling her.

  Pyro had his arms wrapped around Mecca lovingly. They seemed like the “it” couple. He was happy and she was happy. They were up on each other so tight, not even gravity could pull them apart.

  “Wow. How did this happen?” Chanel asked with a smile.

  “He missed me and I missed him. That’s what happened,” said Mecca.

  “Yup. Real talk,” Pyro cosigned.

  Pyro had met Mecca at her university carrying a bouquet of flowers and a sincere apology. He swept her off her feet, took her on a shopping spree, and then to dinner at an eloquent restaurant in the city. Now they were at his apartment ready to have make-up sex.

  “It’s good to see y’all together again,” Chanel said.r />
  “Thank you. Now if you don’t mind, Chanel, my baby and I got a lot of making up to do,” Mecca said gleefully.

  She and Pyro kissed passionately for Chanel to see. Mecca was googly-eyed for her man, and Pyro couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He massaged her booty and held her firmly in his grasp.

  “Well, I baked a cherry pie,” said Chanel.

  “Oh word? You baked?” asked Mecca.

  “Yeah. Y’all hungry?”

  “Shit girl, you know I love your cooking, especially your baking,” Mecca replied excitedly.

  Putting their make-up session in the bedroom temporarily on hold, the two decided to keep Chanel company in the kitchen as they nibbled on her mouthwatering cherry pie and drank some Bailey’s liquor. It was the three of them sitting at the table, chatting and laughing, and Chanel couldn’t help but to wish that Mateo was there too. She wished they could all go out on a double date.

  Mecca was seated on her man’s lap, and the two continued to flirt, touch, and kiss on each other. Chanel simply smiled at their affection in the kitchen. Mecca even fed her man some cherry pie, and Pyro glided his hand between her thighs and rested his touch against her pussy. They kissed fervently again, and it looked like they were ready to fuck each other right there in the kitchen. Mecca wanted to cut their threesome short and go make love to her man. She began hinting and looking at Pyro sexily.

  “I guess you want me for dessert next, huh?” Mecca asked.

  He smiled widely and replied, “With a cherry on top.”

  The two stood up, and Pyro embraced Mecca from behind, kissing the side of her neck. They said goodnight to Chanel. She didn’t want them to leave. Their company kept her mind off certain things, but there was no stopping them from getting their freak on.

  The couple hurried into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Chanel remained in the kitchen cleaning up their dishes. She had nothing else to do. Soon, she heard the passionate sounds coming from the bedroom—Mecca moaning and groaning.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  KB’s black Beamer came to a stop on black 20” rims in front of Charlie’s apartment building. The two were all smiles as they continued to be affectionate toward each other in the front seat of his car. Charlie kissed him intensely and even massaged his dick.

  “Yo shawty, ya too much. I had a good time wit’ you,” KB said.

  “I did too, baby.”

  The two had just returned from the Bahamas, where they had fucked passionately every night. Charlie swore she was going to have to take a pregnancy test after the vacation. Not once did they use any protection, and KB wasn’t a big fan of pulling out.

  “Da pussy too good for me to pull out, shawty,” he had said.

  The two locked lips and wrestled tongues for several minutes, while Charlie conjured up another erection in his jeans. Finally pulling away, KB joked, “Damn, you ain’t get enough in the Bahamas?”

  “No. It was too good. Shit, I might have you come upstairs,” she said.

  He grinned. “Shawty, I gotta make moves, ya know? Been away from the streets a bit too long.”

  “I feel you. So when I’m gonna see you again?”

  “I’ll be back north sometime next week.”

  “Business or pleasure?” she teased.

  “Ya know I’m down fo’ both.”

  They kissed passionately once again before her exit from the vehicle. KB smiled her way; they were like two teenagers in love.

  “Be safe out hurr, shawty,” he said to her before driving off.

  “I will.”

  She watched his Beamer turn the corner and headed inside. The New York City cold was a direct contrast to the Bahamas. It was paradise out there, and Charlie was grateful that KB whisked her away to someplace she had never been before. KB was fun and exciting. He was different and funny, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

  Charlie came sauntering into her apartment after her blissful week on vacation with KB. She was tanned, cheery, and finally loving her life again.

  However, the moment she stepped foot into her place, she was confronted by an angry Claire.

  “Where the fuck were you, Charlie?” Claire shouted.

  “What, you Bacardi now? I gotta tell you my fuckin’ whereabouts?”

  “You were gone a week!”

  “And?”

  “And that crazy cop you’re fuckin’ kept coming by here looking for you, and he even assaulted me,” Claire exclaimed to her, waiting for her sister’s reaction.

  “I’m not worried about that fool,” Charlie replied.

  “What? I told you, he came here and fuckin’ assaulted me.”

  “Obviously, he didn’t do a good job at it. You look like you don’t have one scratch on you,” Charlie replied.

  “Are you serious? After everything I did for you—after everything you put me through, you stand there nonchalant about Ahbou assaulting me? I had your back against our parents and got put out because of you, and you can’t have my back over a nigga!”

  Charlie remained unaffected by the speech. “Ain’t nobody ask you to have my back, Claire. I know how to handle my own.”

  In that moment, Claire realized that she meant just as much to her sister as Chanel did. She stared at Charlie with disgust, having nothing else to say to her. She turned around and left the apartment. She needed to go for a walk—clear her head and get Charlie out of her mind. She wanted to punch Charlie in her face, but she kept her composure.

  Charlie was over Claire’s tantrums and wished she would grow up.

  The loud and impulsive banging at the apartment door came after midnight. Claire and Charlie were both asleep, but the reckless knocking ricocheted through the apartment and stirred both girls awake.

  “Charlie, open the fuckin’ door!” Ahbou shouted.

  Charlie sighed with contempt for that man. He was relentless, and she knew he wasn’t going away. She grabbed a long T-shirt and went to confront him. She angrily swung open her door and shouted, “Nigga, you know what time it is?”

  They had matching scowls. He pushed his way past Charlie and into the apartment and shouted, “Where the fuck were you this past week?”

  “I was busy!”

  “Busy doing what, Charlie?”

  “Like that’s your business,” she retorted.

  “It is when you’re fuckin’ with me,” he countered.

  “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.

  “Like what?”

  “I need you to find an address for my sister. Her name is Chanel Brown. Can you run her name through your system or through the DMV? I know she drives around in a white Range Rover Sport,” said Charlie.

  “I didn’t know you had another sister.”

  “We’re not close,” she said.

  “Oh? And why not?”

  “It’s a long story that I’m not tryin’ to get into. But we got beef and you can help me solve my issues wit’ her,” she said.

  “I got your back, baby,” he said.

  Anything for Charlie.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chanel was on the couch watching TV and minding her business when Pyro came out of his bedroom with a smile on his face.