Page 10 of Blind Spot
“You good?” Ramon asked.
“Yeah. I’m all good. You coming to get that drink or what?”
“Nah, li’l bruh. I’m good. But you be easy though. I’m out.”
My fists clenched by my side as I watched my older brother stride out of the club.
Chapter 4
Charly
My head was banging. The club was jumping and packed last night. Some of the other teams flowed in eventually and turned up with True Grit Racing, Dom’s street team. And of course, anytime they came, the girls came too. They were all over Dominic and were shameless about how they flirted and threw their snatch in his face.
If that wasn’t bad enough, then you had the bottle girls doing the same thing. I mean, he wasn’t the only one they were draped all over, but still. I hated it because they knew that Dom wasn’t going to do anything but fuck ’em and forget ’em. He used women and discarded them like dirty toilet paper.
I wasn’t sure why he behaved the way that he did, but he was callous and reckless when it came to women. I’d seen sisters and best friends fighting over him because he’d screwed both of them and didn’t give a shit about either one.
There had been a few women who had threatened to have their boyfriends and husbands jump on him because he played with their hearts. Silly rabbits. How you gon’ say that you gon’ have your boyfriend or husband jump your sidepiece and think that’s cool?
I’d even had to beat a ho’s ass because she pulled out a switchblade on Dom and threatened him with it. She wasn’t ready for me because I came up right beside her, punched her, and sliced her face open with a box cutter.
Hell, I’d even seen a mother and her daughter fighting over Dom in the club, and he didn’t fuck with either of them. Yet, that didn’t stop them from trying to claim him.
He looked like a pretty boy, who happened to be a thug. He had the perfect mixture of thuggish and gorgeousness to him. With his dark skin and round, full lips that covered a diamond grill, it clearly said black man, and his thick curly hair, bushy, dark eyebrows, and tilted, hooded russet-brown eyes gave him an exotic appeal. It would be easy for someone to mistake him for being mixed with Asian, but he wasn’t. His mother was Cuban, and his father was Black.
He kept a crisp shape-up, and his goatee stayed perfectly groomed. Tattoos covered smooth, sepia skin, and the women loved it when he played basketball shirtless so they could see his ripped abs, the tats on his chest and back, and the full sleeves on both arms.
Last night, another fight broke out between one of the bottle girls and one of the groupies who had been at the race. They both acted like he was their man, and he wasn’t being bothered with either of them. He was hollering at some other broad.
A couple of girls jumped over the bar and tried to grab bottles to break on the bottle girl. But that was when Rachel and I got involved. Although we didn’t fight them, we did keep them from grabbing anything until the club owner, Frost King, came through.
He shut everything down. Dom was drunk as hell when he walked up out of there and said that he wouldn’t fuck with them for the life of him. That was one thing that women didn’t know. He never respected women fighting over a man, not even him.
One thing that I could say about him, he was always up-front about who he was and his expectations, or lack thereof.
My head pounded again as I rolled over. A loud thud sounded off, and it made me realize that was what woke me up from the beginning.
I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I heard something shatter, and I threw the covers off me. Jumping out of bed, I rushed into the living room to find Ramon throwing figurines and candles off the floating shelves and hitting the walls with them.
“Ramon!” I shrieked.
He spun around mid-throw and looked at me almost as if he didn’t recognize me. His mouth hung agape, and his eyes were glazed over. He was drunk. It was seldom that things went over well between us when he had been drinking.
“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” he asked with slurred speech.
“Who?”
“My brother! You’re fucking him!” he accused, staggering toward me as the candle fell from his hand.
“You’re crazy, and you’re drunk. You know that I’m not fucking Dom. He doesn’t even like me like that.”
His eyes cleared briefly as he tilted his head as though he recognized my slip-up. I hadn’t said that I didn’t like Dom like that, but that he didn’t like me like that. It was a snafu that I knew would create problems between us. But I had always loved Dominic. It was no secret to anyone. Unfortunately, he hadn’t loved me back, at least not that way, so there could never have been a chance with us. He made that clear the day that I let my guard down and shared my feelings with him.
“You don’t know, do you?” Ramon asked.
“Know what, Ramon?”
“He loves you.”
