Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 1

Chanel remained silent for a moment, contemplating the offer. It sounded genuine. She wanted to build a bond with her sisters, and she was naïve to believe that it could actually happen.

She sighed through the phone and finally said, “Okay. I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Cool. Just give me your address and we’ll come have some sister time,” Charlie said with some giddiness in her voice.

“Okay, but only you and Claire. No one else.”

“I promise, Chanel. It will only be us two.”

Chanel smiled. She gave Charlie the address, and Charlie promised again that it would only be her and Claire. Although Mateo was clear that he didn’t want anyone to know where they lived, Chanel felt this was an exception. These were her sisters. They weren’t close, but she finally felt like one of them. She finally felt that they were going to have a sisterly relationship.

The following afternoon, Charlie and Claire walked through the front door of Chanel’s new home. Right away, they were wide-eyed and impressed.

“Damn, Chanel, ya man got you living nice. Shit! I ain’t mad at y’all,” Claire said.

“Y’all like it?”

“Shit, I love it. I wish I was living here,” Claire said.

Chanel smiled.

Like she’d promised, Charlie only brought Claire to the apartment. Things looked like they were going to work out. Chanel didn’t feel threatened by them. They came in peace—so she wanted to believe.

“Y’all hungry?” she asked them.

“Yes.”

“You cooking?” Charlie asked.

“Of course. I got y’all.”

Charlie and Claire shrugged. They were ready to eat.

The girls followed Chanel into the kitchen, and it was a lot bigger than their ghetto kitchen in Brooklyn. The place had the latest amenities. Charlie rubbed the granite countertops and opened and closed the new microwave.

They continued their oohs and ahhs.

“Damn, girl, I know you be cooking like some five course meals in this kitchen,” Charlie said.

“I try,” Chanel replied, being modest.

But Chanel finally had something that was worth their praise.

While Chanel got started cooking up a meal in the kitchen, her sisters reclined in the living room and took advantage of the high-end home theater system. It was a beauty, from the 60” flat screen TV, to the Sony stereo system, and the latest Xbox below the TV. Mateo was like a big kid with his toys.

Charlie took it all in. Everything from wall to wall, it was all valuable stuff. While Chanel was busy in the kitchen, Charlie took it upon herself to sneak inside the master bedroom to briefly snoop around. She glanced inside Chanel’s closet and saw the expensive outfits and shoes and jackets and coats. She opened a few drawers and saw gleaming jewelry, trinkets, more clothes, and even some cash.

She wondered if Mateo had a safe somewhere on the premises. A nigga like him, he had to.

Charlie nodded. She was pleased with everything she saw, and she was ready to get back to God with the information.

She was leaving out the bedroom and coming down the hallway when she bumped into Chanel.

“What you doing, Charlie?”

“Oh, I was just looking for the bathroom, that’s all. You know for a Bronx place, this shit is huge,” Charlie said.

“It is, right? You do get your money’s worth in the Bronx. But the bathroom is the door to your left.”