Page 12 of Blind Spot
How had my life become shit?
“Fuccck!” I screamed.
“What the hellhappened to you, Charlyse?” Tunisia asked as she opened her door.
Contrary to what Ramon thought, I was not running to his brother. I would never do that. Besides, I knew if Dominic saw what Ramon had done, they would be at war. I didn’t want that. Maybe if I had a brother, I would call him to whup Ramon’s ass, but I wasn’t trying to have the two brothers go at each other over me.
Although I hated calling Tunisia at five in the morning, I had nowhere else to go. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her house before she closed and locked the door.
“Ramon.”
“God Jesus. I hope to God you’re not going back after this. I’m so sick of this bullshit fighting you two do. This is not okay, Charly.”
“I know. And no, I’m never going back to that insane asshole.”
“Dom’s going to kick your ass when he sees you.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Charly, you haven’t seen your face, have you? You and Ramon fight all the time, and you might have a bruise or a scratch, but baby girl?—”
“The hell happened to you?” Karter asked, coming out of their bedroom. He held a squirming KJ in his arms.
Their baby, who was also my godson, Karter Jr., was only six months old. He kept moving his mouth toward his dad’s chest. “No milk here for you, buddy. Sorry.” He handed the baby to Tunisia and looked back at me.
“Ramon and I had a fight.”
“Damn. Dom’s gonna blow up.”
“Dom’s not gonna find out,” I retorted.
“What makes you think that?” he asked.
“Because you’re not going to tell him, and neither are you,” I replied, pointing at Tunisia.
“How do you think you’re going to prevent that, Charly? The man hangs out at the club all the time, and you’re always at the races.”
“I won’t go.”
“And work?” she asked.
“I’ll call out sick for a couple of days. That’s all I’ll need to clear my face up. Whatever is remaining, I can hide with makeup. No biggie,” I explained with a shrug.
Karter dragged his hand down his face and scoffed. Shaking his head, he replied, “You really believe that, huh? Ain’t no waythat man won’t see you. Y’all see each other at least four times a week. Hell, he’s over here almost as much as you are.”
“Then I just won’t be here when he arrives.”
“You really think you’ve got this all figured out, huh?” Tunisia asked.
“I do. And I’ll be fine. I just need a place to crash for a couple of days until I get my check.”
“What are you gonna do then?” Karter asked.
“Stay in an extended stay until my background check passes on an apartment. I’ve got enough saved up to get a place of my own, . . . almost. It’ll be tight, but I can manage.”
“You’re not doing that. You’re staying right here,” Karter declared.
“Yeah, you can take over the little bed in KJ’s nursery. Take your time and get up on your feet,” Tunisia implored.
