Charlie

Chapter 6

"You just gon' stand there or you gon' greet yo' man? I missed you, baby girl," Goldie said, with an evil smile pulling at his pink lips.

Just as those words left his mouth, he motioned for the young man that had knocked Alejandro out to step out the house. The young man quickly pulled his hat over his eyes and rushed out the house, closing the door behind him. He and his baby girl had a lot of making up to do and a lot of shit to discuss.

Charlie couldn't believe she was actually seeing Hector - Chewy, whatever the fuck he wanted to be called standing in front of her in the flesh. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the shit he'd done to her life. Just thinking about him damn near taking her life pissed her off as tears streamed down her face. The long months she'd spent in pain, fighting for her life, equaled what to him? There was no explanations, just a stupid ass smile on his face after everything. Really? Oh, she was about to greet his ass alright!

Goldie's smile broadened as he watched Charlie slowly make her way over to him. He knew she missed him.  They had too much chemistry together. She would always be his, regardless  of what she thought. And he was always going to be hers.

Moments later, Charlie was just a few inches away from Goldie. She gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes and as quick as lightening, Charlie hauled off and slapped spit out of his mouth!

"The fuc-"

Charlie didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence. Just as quick as she'd slapped him, she connected a hard left hook to the side of his head, that was quickly followed by barrage of quick combos.

"Fuck you, nigga! Fuck you!" Charlie growled, as tears continued to blur her vision. She didn't care. He was going to feel all the pain she felt at that very moment. How dare he?!

"Charlie! Fuck, stop!" Goldie yelled angrily, trying to block Charlie from hitting him in the face. Him yelling at her only made her hit at him harder. With every swing, Charlie tried to dislocate Goldie's head from his shoulders.

Goldie's face hardened as he let out a deep growl. Charlie was in mid swing when Goldie wrapped his hand around her throat and slammed her hard against the front door, her head bounced off the wood with a hard thud. As his fingers tightened around her throat, Goldie pulled his gun and placed it at her temple.

"Calm the fuck down!" he growled angrily between clenched teeth.

"I fuckin' hate you!" Charlie cried, as she tried to push him off of her, but he wasn't budging.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't make me hurt you," Goldie snapped. "Just 'cause I love your ass don't mean I won't put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours. Swing again and it'll be the last fuckin' thing yo' ass do!"

Charlie glared at Goldie with so much hate and anger, it literally had her body shaking from the intensity. As tears fell from her eyes all she could think about was killing his ass.

"Now, that we got yo' fightin' ass under control, how 'bout you give me a kiss for old times sake?"

"I'd rather you just shoot me in the gotdamn head! Ain't no telling who pussy yo' lips been on."

Goldie laughed evilly. "Is that so?" he asked, before turning his head to an unconscious Alejandro before turning back to Charlie with mischief lurking in his eyes.

"Yes! I wish you-"

Before Charlie could finish her sentence Goldie aimed his gun at Alejandro and fired. A deafening scream left Charlie's mouth as her eyes widened in horror.

"Damn! That was a bit high," Goldie mumbled to himself.

A sigh of relief flowed from Charlie's mouth as tears began to fall faster down her face. Had Goldie aimed a little lower, Alejandro would have been shot in the back of the head. There was definitely an angel watching over him! The bullet that was meant for Alejandro had entered the polished wooden baseboard just above Alejandro's head.