Page 15 of Blind Spot
“He’s trying to find out who did this to Charly,” Karter answered.
“How did he know? Did you call him, Karter?” she demanded.
“No, I didn’t call him.”
“And you didn’t know he was coming?” Tunisia demanded.
“Charly,” I warned in a low voice.
The argument between Karter and his wife could wait for later. I was impatient, and I wanted answers now, not to get caught in their inconsequential bickering.
“Ramon.”
Her voice was so soft that I barely heard her. And although I suspected that it was my brother who had done this to her, hearing it fucked with my head something terrible. I had a hard time believing that, and I had hoped she would tell me she’d gotten into a fight with a female.
Knowing that he’d put his hands on her the way he’d done had me losing my mind. I turned back to the door, and Charly jumped up and ran after me with Tunisia and Karter hot on her heels.
“Where are you going?” Charly asked.
“To see Ramon.”
“Please don’t,” she pleaded.
I spun around so fast that she halted in her steps immediately and caused Tunisia to run into the back of her and Karter to grab Tunisia’s shoulders to keep her upright.
“Don’t you dare fucking beg me for that nigga’s life after this shit.”
“I’m not begging for his life, Dom. I’m begging you not to get into trouble again. I can’t take another year, two years, or even a day with you on the other side,” she cried out as tears ran down her face.
“No, he’s gon’ pay for this shit today.”
“But it’s your brother we’re talking about,” she pleaded and grabbed my arm.
I nodded and clenched my fists and jaw to try and maintain control and direct the rage flowing through me to its intended source and not onto her. “Yeah, it’s my brother.” My lips drew back in a tight line, and my eyes narrowed in rage. “It’s my brother. He knowsexactlyhow I feel about you.”
I snatched away from her and jumped back into the car while she pleaded with Karter. “Stop him, Karter. Please don’t let him go.”
I peeled out of the driveway and sped twenty minutes away to my brother’s house. I knew he worked from home some days, and this was his lucky day.
I jumped out of the car and banged on the door. Impatiently, I alternated ringing the doorbell with banging my fist on the door.
It jerked open after a couple of minutes, and my scowling face met my brother’s.
“The hell is wrong with you?” he asked.
His tie was untied, and his hair was ruffled. He looked as if he’d been drinking from the bleary look in his unfocused, bloodshot eyes.
“You had one job. The only thing I ever asked of you for the sacrifice I made for your sorry ass was to protect her with your life.”
He sneered. “Should’ve known your punk ass would come running like Cap'n-Save-A-Ho. What did she tell you?”
“She didn’t tell me shit, nigga!” I hit him in the jaw and followed up quickly with a shot to the mouth and two to the dome before he found his bearings. He came back at me with full force and caught me in the jaw and the eye.
I punched him in the stomach and used the force to push him backward into the house. We crashed into the foyer table in the entryway, and I heard several things crashing down. For several seconds, we exchanged blow for blow as we rolled on the floor.
“You’re fucking jealous ’cause I fucked her first,” he grunted.
I punched him in the mouth. “You had one fucking job!”
