Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“Yeah, I’m fine now. My mother and I had a meaningful talk in the bedroom,” she said.

“That’s good to hear.”

Pyro started the SUV and drove off.

“She just told me that Butch isn’t my father.”

“Oh, word?”

“You’re not shocked, are you?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Not really. I mean, you don’t look like your sisters, so most would say your moms spit you out. It could go either way. So, how do you feel about that?”

“Butch will always be my dad. I love him so much even when he’s mean. I think when Bacardi told me, I realized that somewhere deep inside, I always suspected it. And now I know.”

“Will you ever reach out to your real father?”

Chane

l shook her head. “Nah. Butch is my father, flaws and all.”

“I understand,” was Pyro’s response. But as a father, if he had a child out there, he would want to know no matter what.

“This conversation doesn’t go past you and me.”

“Not even Mecca?”

“Please, Pyro. Give me your word.”

“Chanel, you can always trust me.” Pyro felt special she would entrust him not only with her first consensual sexual experience but now also this.

As they drove home, Chanel wished she was having this conversation with Mateo. It should be him sharing these life-altering moments.

Chanel stared out the window, looking a bit distant for a moment. Then she said out the blue, “I can’t believe that she’s really gone.”

Pyro’s attention was on something else, though. He continually glanced at his rearview mirror, carefully scrutinizing something behind them. “I think we’re being followed.”

“What?”

“Red Benz.”

He continued to glance in his side and rearview mirrors at the red Benz following them. Pyro rode past his exit and stayed on the highway. He coolly removed his pistol from his coat and placed it on his lap. He was ready to go ham on someone if it came to it.

Chanel looked back to see what he was talking about, but all she could make out were several headlights from various cars traveling behind them. “Are you sure we’re being followed?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. They’ve been on us since we left your parents’ place,” Pyro said.

Pyro continued to drive, keeping his composure. Two miles later, the Benz exited off the highway. Pyro figured they realized he had spotted them and backed off. Still, he kept an eye out in his mirrors.

When he finally arrived home, he hesitated to park. Instead, he circled the block several times, making sure that there was no one posted up nearby and that they didn’t have unwanted company. When he felt the area was secured, he parked and they quickly headed upstairs.

Pyro wanted to talk to Chanel, but she wanted to be alone so she could call Mateo and tell him the sad news. She went into her room and shut the door, locking it behind her.

***

“Why did you back off them?” Charlie shouted to Ahbou.

“Because the muthafucka knew we were following him,” he replied.