Page 9 of Blind Spot
“Charly!”
Hearing her name barked like that caused the entire table to turn around and look. I scowled, and my fists clenched at my sides, and my teeth ached because I had my jaw tightly clamped.
“Chill,” she whispered, placing her hand on me as she pushed up to stand.
All eyes at the table glanced my way, and I rested my fists underneath the table to get control of myself. I didn’t want anyone to see that I was tweaking, but I wanted to give the appearance of composure; however, they knew me better than that.
“Aww, shit. That nigga’s eyes are glowing,” Van “Shine” Monroe declared.
“Not tonight. It’s time to chill and enjoy the rest of the night, Reaper,” Jayvion “King” Baker declared.
I watched as she walked over to her nigga, and for my boys’ sake, I remained chill. I could tell that she was arguing with him by the way she crossed her arms defensively over her body and her facial expressions.
He moved toward her, and she flinched. That fucked up my whole world. I stood, and Tunisia grabbed my arm. “Don’t make it worse for her, Dom.”
“The fuck is you saying, TT?”
“Aye, calm down. She ain’t did shit to you,” Karter replied.
“I’m just saying that if they’re arguing, and you go jump in, that’s only going to make their argument worse. She can handle her own relationship issues,” Tunisia warned.
I shook my head.
“Y’all know how that nigga is when it comes to Charly,” Gary “Freeway” Jones remarked. “I don’t know why y’all are wasting your time trying to talk sense into him.”
“I’m just going to check out the scene, make sure they’re all good,” I declared.
“Fuck.” Deronte “Bear” Baker shook his head.
I calmly strode over to where Charly and Ramon stood. I overheard the end of his comment.
“. . . all up under that nigga like he’s your man instead of me. I’m not tolerating that disrespect, Charly.”
“Y’all good over here, fam?” I asked, walking up behind him.
He turned around slowly and dapped me up. “Yeah, Dom. We’re good. Just checking on Charly because she wasn’t home when I got in from work like she promised she’d be,” he stated, staring back at her.
Charly’s arms were still crossed, and she wasn’t looking at him but at me. I could see the plea in her eyes, and it made me want to do something to him.
“She was safe.”
“I can see that.”
“You know I would never let anybody hurt her, Ramon.”
He scratched his eyebrow and chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, I know.”
“So chill out. Why don’t you come and have a few drinks with the fellas and me?” I suggested.
“Hey, love. You’re up. Jamal’s waiting for you,” Rachel, a bartender, stated as she passed us and patted Charly’s shoulder before Ramon could answer my question.
“I uhm . . . I gotta go,” Charly declared nervously, looking between Ramon and me.
Ramon’s jaw clenched, and he nodded. Grabbing her close, he hooked an arm around her waist, kissed her lips, and replied, “I’ll see you at home tonight, baby.”
Jealousy shot through me and pierced me through the heart like a flaming arrow.
“Okay,” she replied, pressing her hands against his chest. Charly pulled away and rushed to the bar with a final glance at me. She scowled and tilted her head, demanding that I chill out. When my eyes turned away from her, I found his eyes on me.
