Bad Company

Chapter 51: Reunions

"Fired?! The fuck for! We did what we were told to do!" A man in his mid 30's named Ryan, barked at Charlie.

"I said to SCARE them, not shoot or rape them." Charlie hissed between gritted teeth.

"The pregnant one fucking started swinging at Ryan with a bat, what the fuck were we suppose to do?!" Another man in his late 40's named Clayton, joined in. "She flew off a flight of stairs with him".

"Maybe you should have been more specific," The final man said. His name was Daryl, and he was the rapist.

"You're fucking lucky I don't blow you away myself, you son of a bitch" Charlie spat.

The petite, platinum blonde almost silver haired girl with tattoos that stood next to Charlie, narrowed her eyes at all three of the men. She had a fiery passion burning inside of her eyes, almost like she was just waiting for any of them men to retaliate like she was almost daring them to try and do or say anything back to her man.

"Get the fuck out of here" She shouted coolly.

"What the fuck are we suppose to do now?!" One of the men shouted, slamming their fist down on the desk separating them from Charlie and Kori.

Charlie wrapped his arm around Kori and smirked before replying, "Pray."

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For once, something actually went in my favour and worked out nicely. Shaun had slept through most of the flight, our luggage never got lost, the weather was perfect. The funniest part of the whole flight was seeing Christy have a mini panic attack when taking off, and seeing how good she was with Shaun. In fact, overall, Christy is amazing with Shaun. For someone who claims they will never have kids because they don't like kids, she's pretty fucking amazing with my son. Maybe Shaun brought that out in her.

"Where the fuck is my mother?" I said, exhaling a deep breath. "Fuck this, I'm not waiting any longer let's call an Uber."

"Oh... my... God..." Christy's jaw dropped, causing me to turn around and see what it was she was looking at.

There she was, my younger sister who looked like a younger, sluttier, no tattoos, version of myself. Her raven coloured hair was longer than mine, she was shorter than me but we both shared petite frames. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt, a red flowy tank top, and black six-inch heels. Her makeup was perfectly contoured, dark smokey eyes and crimson red lips. Meanwhile, there was Christy and I... Christy being in black sweatpants and a wifebeater, me in black leggings that stopped mid-calf, black converse shoes and a hoodie that contained baby spit up on the shoulder.

"She's like... a better-kept version of yourself," Christy stated, awakening me from my thoughts. I glared at her and she shrugged, "Okay fine, a pre-mom version of yourself."

"Excuse me for not bothering to put on makeup just to catch a flight with a newborn for the first time" I mumbled, grabbing the handle of Shaun's car seat and lugging him over towards my sister. "And there's my mother..."

"Amber!" Both my mother and sister squealed in excitement.

"Sasha... mom..."

"Jesus, you're thin!" My mom said with wide eyes, "Are you doing that Redbox diet?! I heard it works great."

Christy snickered and knelt down with Sasha to awe over a sleeping Shaun in his car seat. Of course, I was losing weight, my son was born 8 weeks early and I've spent almost every minute of the day with him in the NICU, not to mention the fact that I just lost Billy the night before. So thanks, mother. Good observation.