Page 20 of Blind Spot
“You’re talking about that big forehead chick with the big lips and all those tats?” Pixie-cut asked.
“Yeah,” Blondie replied.
“I think I know who you’re talking about. Does she drive that old raggedy Dodge Challenger?” Dirty Red asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Blondie replied.
“The hell he see in her?” Dirty Red asked.
“I don’t think he’s fucking with her like that. She gets passed around by all these niggas out here. She’s nothing more than a lot lizard,” Pixie-cut replied.
“And just remember when you’re on his knees sucking his dick, you’ll be sucking my pussy juices off of it, nasty bitch, with ya old crunchy ass, tired ass sew-in,” I replied, coming up from behind them.
All three of their asses jumped as I pushed through them with Tunisia and Avriella following behind me.
“Scared asses,” Avriella stated, laughing.
“I know, right. Bitches who talk a lot need to be quick with it. ’Bout to get ya asses dragged all over this concrete,” I declared, turning to mug all three of them.
“The last thing Dom wants is a buck-toothed, big-eyed heffa,” Tunisia added.
“Don’t be jealous because your man wants me,” Blondie-ain’t-a-bombshell declared, glaring at me.
I walked up to her face and got so close that her eyes widened, and she staggered back a couple of steps. “If Dom wanted you, you wouldn’t be out here talking shit because you’d know that he doesn’t like bitches who can’t keep their trap shut, and definitely not ones who don’t wash their asses. Out here smelling like your uterus about to fall out,” I snapped.
Avriella sniffed, and Tunisia laughed. I turned and walked away with my girls beside me.
“Girl, breathe,” Tunisia warned.
“I’m cool, TT. Swear that I am, but I get tired of bitches speaking on me when they don’t know a damn thing. I’m not Dom’s woman, and I don’t try to position myself like I am.”
“Charly, quit worrying about them. Their opinion ain’t worth a two-dollar bill,” Avriella declared.
“Yeah, Char, they’re just jealous of his friendship with you. Don’t give them your energy, because they’re not worth it.”
“Somebody’s gonna get their asses beat,” I grumbled.
“Yeah, and I’ll be right behind you, bestie.”
“Me too, cuz.”
“Okay, Avriella, yes, you can be. But TT, no ma’am. I’m not about to have Karter pissed at me because his wifey slash baby mama was out on these tracks fighting.”
Tunisia sucked her teeth. “Girl, please. He’ll get over it.”
“In what lifetime?” Avriella asked with a chuckle.
I watched as PJ made sure Dominic and Excalibur were even before he turned on the flashlight. Both cars shot forward out of the warehouse parking lot. My heart tightened in my chest as Dominic’s red Plymouth and the army-green Challenger went neck and neck from the start. The roar of their engines scared the birds out of the trees, and they took flight. Their headlights cut through the darkness of the road ahead, and the light blue lights underneath Dominic’s car lit up the night. I kept my gaze trained on them until they were no longer visible.
We walked down the strip a little further to my car and hopped inside after waving goodbye to Avriella. Since Dom’s race was the last one of the night, everyone was heading out. I would be dropping Tunisia off at home since Karter stayed in with KJ tonight.
“What’s been going on with the two of you since you moved in with him?”
“I haven’t moved in, TT. I’m simply staying with him temporarily until I find a place of my own.”
“Girl, that man considers you as having moved in. He refers to you jokingly to Karter as his roommate quite often and talks about how cool it is to have one. He says that he never thought he would.”
“I know. I remember when he first moved out of his parents’ place, and I asked if he was getting a roommate; he almost cussed me out. He said that he’d never share his space with another nigga, not even his brothers, and he definitely wasn’t living with a chick because he wasn’t about to settle down like that.”
