Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 1

Fingers lit a cigarette and tried not to worry about what God had told him. But as they sat idling outside the bar, his eyes darted around and he kept his gun close to him.

The entrance to the bar opened and a beautiful young girl emerged. God fixed his eyes on Kym and smiled. He admired the outfit she had on—dark jeans that hugged her luscious curves, a white shirt that highlighted her balloon tits, and a pair of white heels. Kym was dark-skinned with bantu knots styled in her hair. God loved her afro-centric look.

He climbed out of the vehicle and greeted Kym with a passionate hug followed by a lingering French kiss. Fingers simply watched them make out from the passenger seat.

Kym had been God’s side bitch for nearly six months. She was the complete opposite of Charlie—dark skin, legit, and she had a blossoming career. He had to admit to himself that Kym was a bit freakier than Charlie, but Charlie was his ride-or-die bitch. Kym was unaware about Charlie, and vice-versa. Both women brought something different to the table for God.

Kym greeted Fingers by his government name. “Hey, Frederick.”

“Hey,” Fingers replied halfheartedly.

She continued to smile. She was happy to see her man. She intimately hugged God again, fondling his masculine frame. “You spending the night with me again?”

“Yeah. I just need to drop Fingers off and we can chill,” he said.

She smiled brightly. Kym loved everything about God. He was handsome, manly, and intriguing. They’d met at Mack’s bar. God found her attractive and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted the drink and a conversation was sparked. Right after that, she became his number-two.

Kym got into the backseat and God drove off.

The night was still young, and the two lovebirds wanted to make the best of it. That meant going back to her place for a few drinks, followed by some Netflix and chill. Kym was God’s escape from Charlie and her dysfunctional family. When he needed to get away, Kym was always there with her open arms and spread legs.

God drove the Jeep several blocks until he finally came to a stop at a red light. The traffic had been sparse and the night was going good, until it wasn’t. While idling at the red light, God glanced in his rearview mirror and noticed a black Dodge Charger approaching from behind. It stopped awkwardly close behind the Jeep, and he could see several silhouettes inside the car. Not wanting to overreact, he kept his cool. Under his seat was a loaded Ruger SR9c. It was a clean gun with no bodies on it.

Before the light turned green, another black vehicle sped toward them and came to a screeching stop at the bumper of his vehicle. Police lights were flashing, quickly indicating to them that it was the NYPD. God again glimpsed into the rearview mirror and he could see men flying out of the Dodge Charger with guns drawn and badges showing.

“Shit!” God shouted.

“Police! Put your fuckin’ hands up! Put your hands up!” they all screamed simultaneously.

God and Fingers had no time to react. They were boxed in with high caliber weapons pointed at them. If one of them moved wrong, it was lights out, bullets spraying, and bodies slumped in blood-soaked seats.

Kym was wide-eyed and panicking. She shrieked at the heavy police presence but did what she was told, throwing her hands up so they could see that she wasn’t a threat.

The cops swung open all three doors and dragged everyone out of the car and threw them down to the ground. They were immediately handcuffed and detained. Fingers seethed. God frowned. They didn’t see it coming. The police had come out of thin air. But what were the charges? Why were they being arrested?

God growled, “What the fuck is this about? We ain’t do shit!”

He had a cop’s knee on his back and the handcuffs felt extra tight around his wrists. He felt it was done purposely, for he and Fingers were suspected cop killers.

Kym was bewildered by it all. She was only a passenger, but they arrested her too. While searching the vehicle, the officers removed God’s black Ruger and found Fingers’ 9mm Beretta. They were pleased with the results. It was a gun charge easily slapped against them.

The streets were snitching a great deal, and God and Fingers kept coming up in interrogation rooms.

***

Charlie was worried about her man. She had tried to call his phone numerous times, but he wasn’t answering. She felt something was wrong.

So when her phone rang around two in the morning, she answered the call believing that it was God finally calling back. She was furious and ready to curse him out, but it wasn’t God on the other end of the phone. It was an acquaintance of the two men telling Charlie that God and Fingers had been locked up earlier.

Hearing the tragic news, Charlie was struck with fear and concern. “What? What the fuck happened? For what?”

“I don’t know. But they got locked up in Canarsie wit’ some bitch in the car,” the man said.

The caller hung up and she was left with a million and one questions. Did they get locked up for the home invasion? If so, were the cops coming for her too? Or was it because of that cop that got killed in January? Or was it another crime she didn’t know about?

No matter the crime, Charlie was devastated. Her man and her money were gone, and she had no idea for how long—maybe life.

Chapter Fourteen