Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“Business and communications.”

Chanel smiled. “That’s what’s up.”

“But enough about me. How’s Mateo doing?”

“He’s doing so much better, Mecca. I mean, every day is a battle, but Mateo is a warrior and the progress he’s made these past few weeks is phenomenal,” Chanel happily stated. “He’s talking in a low, raspy voice and his physical therapist is pushing him hard to get his coordination back. It’s just a matter of time.”

“I’m so glad to hear that. Ohmygod, I want to see you happy, Chanel. You and Mateo, y’all are like the perfect couple. I adored y’all two together.”

“We’re getting there.”

The two ordered their food, and their waiter, Joseph, was mad cool. Mecca and Chanel both had the chicken melt, and before they knew it, it was almost time for Mecca’s next class.

“Girl, I gotta go. I can’t be late for class,” said Mecca, lifting herself from her chair and preparing to pay for their meals.

She pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and placed it onto the table. It would cover the check and a healthy tip for Joseph.

“How are you getting back home?” asked Mecca.

“Pyro is picking me up.”

Mecca looked shocked by the news. “Pyro?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. I’m staying with him temporarily,” Chanel informed her.

“Oh really?”

“Nothing like that, Mecca. He’s simply a friend looking out for me right now, that’s all.”

“Okay. I’m not judging you. I thought you were still at a hotel.”

“It became too expensive.”

The girls exited the eatery just in time to see Pyro arriving in his sleek Benz. He pulled to the curb and got out of the car with a smile.

“Y’all two ladies good?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine, Pyro,” Mecca returned with a warm smile his way. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” said Pyro.

“I didn’t know you were looking after my girl like that. That’s what’s up.”

“You already know. She’s family.”

“Yes. She is,” Mecca replied.

She couldn’t stop grinning and flirting with Pyro. He came through in his classy CLK Benz with his diamonds glistening and a fresh haircut under a dark blue Yankees fitted. He looked like money.

Pyro hadn’t planned on staying in the city long, but he took one look at Mecca and decided to change his plans. The young college student was looking extra sexy in her autumn attire. The apple bottom she carried in those tight jeans was calling out to him. When she started talking about Columbia University, it piqued his interest.

“So, what you been up to lately, Pyro?” Mecca asked him.

“Busy . . . taking care of business,” he replied.

“I can see that.” She grinned.

He smiled.