Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

It was a sunny day, but breezy. Chanel and Bacardi stood at the burial site in their white clothing and dark shades to cover their crying eyes. Each held a white rose as the pastor gave his eulogy. Butch was there to comfort Bacardi, and Pyro and Mecca flanked Chanel.

As Mecca stood by Chanel’s side, she glared at Charlie, who was standing next to Ahbou. Pyro continued to stand protectively near the two ladies. He didn’t trust Charlie or her new man.

Wanda also came to the service to pay her respects, regardless of being disfigured. She looked like a burn victim. She too glared at Charlie. Wanda got the shock of her life when she saw her with the same cop that investigated her assault case. It all made sense to her now. She wanted her revenge, but it wasn’t the place or the time. Even if she did attack Charlie, Charlie’s cop boyfriend would be there to protect her.

Claire’s white casket was lowered into the ground, and everyone tossed their white rose on top and walked away as the white doves were released and circled the area. There were teary eyes and sad faces, knowing Claire was gone from this world permanently, but she would be forever remembered.

Pyro, Mecca, and Chanel walked away from the gravesite and climbed into Pyro’s car. They came together and they were leaving together. Chanel climbed into the front seat of his car, and though Mecca felt some kind of way about it, she remained silent. Chanel had just buried her sister and Mecca didn’t want to make an issue of it.

As he was driving back to the Bronx, Pyro noticed the marked police car following behind them and right away, the blue and red lights started to flash in his rearview mirror, indicating for him to pull over.

“Shit,” Pyro cursed. “We gettin’ pulled over.”

The girls glanced behind them, seeing the cop car approaching closely.

“What did you do, Pyro? You ran a red light?” Mecca asked.

“I ain’t do shit. I ain’t break no traffic laws.”

“Then why they pulling us over?”

“I don?

?t know.”

Unbeknownst to them, the cop car was implementing the traffic stop at the behest of Ahbou. He still needed an address for Pyro and Chanel.

Pyro coolly pulled to the side of the road and kept the engine idling. He watched two uniformed cops exit their vehicle and cautiously approach his car with their hands against their holstered weapons.

Pyro rolled his window down and asked the cop at his window, “What’s wrong, officer? What did I do?”

“License and your registration,” the cop said.

“You gonna tell me why you pulled me over?”

“License and registration,” the cop said again in a demanding tone.

“Just give it to him, Pyro,” said Mecca.

Pyro huffed, but he acquiesced to their demands. He slowly reached over to the glove compartment and unhurriedly removed the information that the cop asked for. The last thing he wanted was to become another minority gunned down by the police. He handed the cop his information, and his partner went to run Pyro’s license and vehicle information. While doing that, the look on the first cop’s face was indicative that it wasn’t enough. He wanted to harass the driver.

It didn’t take long for everything to come back clean.

However, the questions came. Where y’all coming from? Are there any drugs or weapons inside the car? Pyro answered them firmly and convincingly, but he knew the inevitable was coming.

“I need for you to step out the car, please,” said the cop.

“What? Why?”

“Listen, let’s not make this shit difficult. You do what I say, and you might get to go home to your barrio,” the cop replied rudely.

Pyro frowned at the insult. “Are you serious?”

“What did I say? Get the fuck out the car before you make it worse on yourself and these bitches,” the cop continued with his verbal abuse.

“Bitches?” Mecca griped.

Pyro glared at the cop and reluctantly removed himself from the driver’s side. He was immediately tossed against the hood of his car and manhandled by the white cop, while his partner kept an eye on Chanel and Mecca.