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Landy continued to sob. It looked like the judge had sentenced her to life in prison instead of a year.
Before the bailiffs could escort Landy into the bullpens below, Charlie stood up to leave, but before doing so, she yelled a threat to Landy. “I’m not done wit’ you!”
The judge demanded order in his courtroom and shouted a harsh warning to Charlie. If she continued with her outburst, then she would be held in contempt of court. But she was done. She had gotten her point across. She wanted to teach Landy a lesson, and she had. Anyone who came against her would be dealt with accordingly.
Charlie marched out of the courtroom with a self-righteous attitude. Landy was going to jail and she was going to continue to enjoy her freedom. Ahbou had proven worthy to her. She almost wished he wasn’t dead. Having a cop at her beck and call was useful.
Outside the courthouse, Charlie smiled and took in a whiff of fresh air—a whiff of her continued freedom. She was satisfied with how her plan had come together so perfectly. But her satisfaction felt short-lived because Chanel came into her mind. Landy was lightweight compared to whose life she truly wanted to ruin. She had heard that Mateo had fully recovered and now he was home. Chanel was back with her true love and it sickened Charlie to think that bitch was happy again. Charlie had a deep-seated hatred for her little sister. Why did she hate the bitch so much? Jealousy? Resentment? Whatever the reason, there was no way Charlie was going to allow her younger sister to live her best life.
She got into her convertible Benz and put the top down. She lit a cigarette and connected her phone to the car, loading up a Spotify playlist that kicked off with Nipsey Hussle’s “Victory Lap.” It was back to the block—back to business and making money. But it was also time to plot Chanel’s demise, along with Mateo’s.
Chapter Forty-One
Chanel couldn’t reconcile the irritation that shot through her body when she heard the news. A few hours ago, Mecca had called her screaming into the phone excitedly.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod, Chanel! He did it! He did it!” Mecca had exclaimed. “He finally proposed to me. We’re getting married, Chanel! Ohmygod, I’m getting married!”
Chanel tried to feign excitement when she congratulated her. “I’m so happy for you, Mecca. You deserve it. Y’all are gonna make a wonderful married couple.”
“I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’m getting married. And of course, I want you to be my maid of honor, Chanel.”
“Of course,?
?? she answered, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
“I want a huge wedding if he can afford one. And I’m going to need my best friend’s help. You were right, Chanel. I just needed to be patient with him. And you should see the ring he gave me. It’s so beautiful and expensive,” Mecca had boasted. “I love him so much.”
Chanel had already seen the ring—helped picked the bitch out. But it was a secret she would keep to herself.
“I told you,” Chanel had said. And then she sighed.
The story that Mecca gave her was that Pyro came down to her university, somehow found her classroom, and got down on one knee and proposed in front of all her classmates.
It was the perfect story—the picture-perfect marriage proposal.
“I love him, Chanel. Ohmygod, I’m getting married!” Mecca squealed.
Chanel wanted to shout to her, I heard you the first time. Now it felt like Mecca was parading her proposal in her face. She couldn’t believe that Pyro had done it—that he asked Mecca to marry him after all this time.
“So, where do y’all plan on having the wedding and the honeymoon?” she asked Mecca.
“We haven’t talked about that yet. But I want to have my wedding in a massive cathedral church and I want to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon.”
“Hawaii?”
“Yes. I always wanted to go there, and once Pyro and I get married, it will give us the opportunity.”
This bitch! Chanel thought. Hawaii was where she and Mateo had planned on getting married and honeymooning. Now she felt that Mecca was trying to emulate her dreams.
“How you gonna even consider going to Hawaii and that’s where Mateo and I had planned to go?”
“But y’all didn’t though.”
“What?” Chanel shrieked. She was pissed off. “You know why we didn’t, Mecca. That was very hurtful to say.”
“I’m sorry. All I meant was that you and Mateo don’t have exclusive rights to Hawaii. It’s basically every woman’s dream, and I shouldn’t have to stop my fairytale wedding because your family fucked yours up.”
Mecca was really feeling herself. The engagement had emboldened her to say things Chanel didn’t know were in her. She briefly wondered if Mecca knew about the affair.
