Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“New Jersey didn’t find anything connecting you to God’s murder.”

“Are you fuckin’ wit’ me? Seriously?”

“Yes. So, the case is now at a standstill.”

“Standstill? Meaning?”

“The ADA also decided to drop the murder charges against Kym.”

Charlie was livid. “What? How is that fuckin’ possible?”

“It is possible, and it happened. Somehow, the detectives on the case convinced the ADA to drop her charges.”

Fuck me! Charlie thought. She took it as a loss. She hated losing, and now Kym had somehow managed to untangle herself from the nasty web and was free again. Charlie wanted that bitch to end up like Landy, locked up. Now Kym was placed on her mental payback list as number three, with her sister and Mateo holding the top two slots.

Chapter Forty-Three

You look so beautiful, Chanel,” Mecca complimented her friend. “And it still fits!”

Chanel chuckled. “Thank you, Mecca.”

Chanel smiled at her image in the large mirror, gazing at the Monique Lhuillier wedding dress she was wearing. It was still beautiful. It was still white too, something that had lost its meaning. She sighed.

“What’s wrong?” asked Mecca.

“Nothing. I’m just . . . I’m just nervous.”

“Girl, this is your best day. You’re only a few minutes away from saying ‘I do’ to the man you love—the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. I can’t wait until Pyro and I get married,” said Mecca.

Pyro. Chanel didn’t want to think about him. She saw him earlier and, for some reason, she had gotten butterflies in her stomach. She felt that it was best to keep her distance from him although he was Mateo’s best man.

Chanel and Mecca exited the bathroom and went into the Justice of Peace where their wedding ceremony was to be performed by a judge inside the spacious room. The groom was looking handsome in his black suit and white tie, and Pyro looked equally handsome wearing a black suit. Standing near the groom and the best man were Bacardi and Butch. There was also a surprise guest. Mateo’s mother, Silvia, had come down from Boston to attend her son’s impromptu wedding. She was a former drug addict and had just come out of a six-month rehab.

It was Chanel’s first time meeting Silvia. She was a chubby woman with a massive amount of long, dark hair, and she showed nothing but warmth and kindness toward her soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

“You’re beautiful,” Silvia said to Chanel.

“Thank you. And I’m so happy to meet you,” Chanel said. “You have a wonderful son, and I promise I’m going to always take care of him.”

“I know. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you. He told me how you were there for him during his recovery while I was going through my own recovery.” She looked down at the floor, thinking about her drug addiction. “I’ve never seen him so happy. He’s a lucky man to have you.”

Chanel smiled while Mateo appeared to be blushing. “Okay, stop embarrassing me, Ma,” he said.

“Boy, let me talk to my daughter-in-law and get to know her better,” Silvia sassed at her son.

He sighed and groaned. “Oh boy.”

Chanel and Silvia continued their warm and polite conversation and, surprisingly, Bacardi enjoyed Silvia’s company too. Bacardi and Butch warmly embraced Mateo and were genuinely happy for the couple.

Everyone was socializing and laughing before the couple was to say their vows in front of the judge. Pyro and Chanel kept their distance from each other and barely said two words to each other. It was odd in light of how close the two had become since Mateo’s shooting and rehabilitation. Now it appeared as if they were complete strangers.

Mateo sensed some uneasiness in Chanel, but he assumed it was pre-sex jitters. Mecca also could sense that something was off with her fiancé, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

A Spanish couple was up next to see the judge. Bacardi approached Chanel and gently pulled her to the side saying, “I need a word with you.”

Chanel didn’t resist.

“What’s up?” she asked her mother.