Justify My Thug by Wahida Clark Page B

had a low cut yellow blouse and was carrying what looked like a brand new croc print Gucci bag. My cousin takes no prisoners when she steps out.
    This was the first time I saw someone smiling with slits in their eyes. She was looking like the devil. I looked at Charli to see if I could read her body language. She appeared to be cool. It was as if she welcomed the challenge.
    â€œSo, Steph. Is this why you invited me here? You naughty boy.” Ice dripped from her tone. I knew I was fucked.
    â€œIs my husband here?” Tasha asked as she came up the steps. She was acting as if she didn’t see Charli.
    â€œNah. I haven’t heard from Trae in a while.”
    â€œThen why is this bitch here?” Tasha snapped.
    Even though I was looking right at Tasha, I didn’t see what happened. She was that slick with it. I don’t know if she pushedher, nudged her, tripped or clipped her but Charli went tumbling down about twenty steps. Shit.
TASHA
    Yeah, I did it.
    My punk ass cousin was now at the top of the stairs pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands across his head yelling, “Oh shit. Oh, shit.”
    â€œShut the fuck up, nigga. The bitch ain’t have no business being here. The last time I checked, her restraining order was still in effect.”
    â€œTasha, what the fuck is wrong with you? The woman is pregnant.” Stephon’s ass was turning pale.
    â€œSo, the fuck what! She shouldn’t have fucked my husband.”
    I looked down at the bitch. She was at the bottom of the steps out cold, not moving. I believed my work here was done. I started my descent down the steps.
    â€œWhere the fuck do you think you’re going? You can’t just leave her there.” Stephon was panicking.
    â€œShe’s your guest Stephon, not mine.” I kept on going but stopped when I reached the bottom of the stairs. I swear I was tempted to stomp that fuckin’ baby out of her stomach. My cousin must have sensed it because he came flying down the steps and pushed me away from her. “Get your hands off of me, Stephon. Why the fuck do you care about this bitch, anyway? You fuckin’ her too?”
    â€œTasha, get the fuck out of here. I need to call an ambulance. What if she’s dead? How are we gonna explain this shit to Trae? Shit, how can I explain this to her people? You don’teven have a clue as to what you just did, do you? Don’t answer that. Just leave! Now! Get the fuck out of here! Tasha, go!”
    â€œFuckin’ weak ass bitch.” I stepped closer to Charli, when I was directly over her I hawked and spat in her face. Then I left, totally feeling myself. What I just did felt good at the moment and I didn’t give a fuck about anything else.
TRAE
    Since I was already in Kentucky, I decided to stay a few days to see if Marvin would show up. Frangela, the housekeeper and nanny, only knew what Marvin wanted her to know and that wasn’t much. After all that talking she did I found out that, not only did she not know where Marvin was but she had no clue as to when he’d return. What I did know was that wherever he went, he took Aisha with him.
    After paying her a few dollars to keep my surprise visit still a surprise, I left and checked into the Hilton. I was enjoying the solitude until my phone started blowing up nonstop. I was getting back-to-back calls from Stephon and then Tasha. I didn’t answer any of them. I wanted to stay focused for the unpleasant job at hand. Then I got a call from Benny, my lawyer. If Benny was hittin’ on my cell phone, then something was wrong. His second time calling, I picked up. What he told me gave me an instant headache.
    â€œShit!” I gritted as I ended the call. That’s why Steph and Tasha were blowing up my phone. They needed me to do damage control. Tasha’s vindictive ass had pushed Charli down a flight of stairs. No one knew her health status and now Stephon was scared shitless. I went