“What do you want, bitch?” Tammy snapped.
“I was hoping we could make peace.”
“Why the fuck would we make peace with you?”
“To be nice?” I asked, hopefully.
Tammy let out an inelegant snort. “Make your demand, bitch, so we can get the fuck outta here. Our men are gonna love this.” She leaned forward. “Specifically, making each one of you pay. Slowly.”
“Look, there must be some common ground here,” I said. “You’ve got kids—”
“You leave my kids out of this.”
“I’d love to leave your kids out of this, Tammy, but the drone that dropped the pipe bomb on my house didn’t give me the same consideration.”
That got her attention, so I pressed on.
“Your man’s club dropped a bomb on my house. On. My. House. It landed inches from the nursery.Inches, Tammy. Inches from where my child is going to sleep.” I laid my hand on my still flat belly. “And if I’d been standing by the window, it could have killed me and my unborn child. Are you alright with that? If my man did that to one of you, would you be okay with it? We have to figure out a way to make our men stop the war.”
She squared her shoulders but didn’t look at me.
“We are level-headed, smart women. There is no reason why we can’t come to some kind of agreement that will be beneficial to all of us.”
“Sugar don’t take orders from no woman,” Lulu pointed out.
“Shut up, Lu,” Tammy snapped.
“Look, maybe we can’t get them to stop fighting amongst themselves, but we have the power of the pussy,” Olivia pointed out. “We have some influence.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Can we agree to keep the fighting on neutral ground, because, I swear to god, if someone comes after my home again, I’m going to lose my religion.”
“And what’s in it for us if we agree to this Geneva Cuntvention?” Tammy demanded.
“The peace of mind that our kids can walk to the bus stop without being killed by a pipe bomb?” I said.
Tammy smirked. “I don’t worry about that shit.”
“I know,” I said. “Because our men don’t go around bombing innocent people!”
Tammy shrugged and I seriously wanted to smack her skanky face.
“Your little brother’s name is Joseph Fines, right?”
She glared at me.
“And he’s in county awaiting trial, right?” I asked.
“What about it?”
“He pulled Stein as his public defender, correct?”
Tammy’s face paled and I knew I’d hit a nerve. “Yeah.”
“I take it the Spiders aren’t getting involved? Otherwise, why would they leave him to the fates of a public defender. Especially one with such a low win rate.”
She scowled.
“Right. Here’s the deal. You get your men to back the fuck off, and I’ll represent him.”
