Page 21 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“Wow. Really?” I, a smile returning to my face.
“You think I’m letting you out of my sight when you and Timberly are still in danger outside of this house?”
“He got a point.” Kema said.
August walked in from the hallway, catching the tail end of the conversation, and immediately said, “Hell no.”
“Damn, are you tapping my cell phone? I swore you were in the bathroom during that conversation.” Anesia said. “Did y’all rehearse that?
“I agree. Ain’t no girls’ day out right now. Period.” August said, nodding towards Crew.
“So, if we find that nigga and take care of him then we can go to brunch?” Mecca asked, looking at her brothers.
“Mecca.” Black and Blue both growled.
“Okay, okay just kidding.” She laughed.
“Bet. Let’s bring Sunday funday brunch to you.” Kema said, clapping her hands.
We sat for another hour planning out our impromptu brunch that would be taking place tomorrow while the men talked in private and Tati and Timberly played Roblox inside. I couldn’t wait to do something to take my mind off what was going on with Kyle.
The next afternoon the girls had the house smelling like citrus, fresh waffles, and rosewater toner. Even if we weren’t allowed to leave, the ladies made sure to bring the brunch vibes to me.Tyra was already barefoot in the living room, silk robe tied loose, playlist on blast as Kehlani’sToxicrolled through the speakers. Anesia danced in the middle of the floor like it was her stage, while Timberly sat cross-legged beside her, carefully applying purple eyeshadow to her own eyelids.
“Yo, who gave this child my Fenty palette?!” Tyra gasped.
Timberly looked up, totally unfazed. “Del said I could use it.”
Del shrugged, going back to painting Tati’s nails.
Tyra narrowed her eyes. “You lucky I like you.” She said to Del.
Across the room, Mecca and Kema had taken over the dining table. Between them sat four notebooks, two iced coffees, a giant charcuterie board, and what looked like a laminated emergency contact plan.
“You two planning a girls’ day or a military operation?” I joked, walking over.
“Both,” Mecca deadpanned.
“We take our fun seriously.” Kema said, smiling softly.
I sat next to them, picking up a strawberry. “So… this is what peace looks like, huh?”
“Looks like it,” Mecca said. “But peace doesn’t mean letting your guard down. It means surrounding yourself with people who’ll guard you too.”
I looked at them both, taking them in for the first time. Their fierce, calculated demeanor hidden under luxury brands, and beautiful smiles. These were the type of women that didn’t wait for their men to save them. They took matters into their own hands and got shit done. What they said hit deep. They were the type to protect the family if it came down to it.
“You okay? Like, really, okay?” Kema asked, leaning closer.
I hesitated, then nodded. “Getting there.”
“You don’t have to rush,” she said gently. “But you should know, you walked in that room yesterday like a woman who knew what had to be done. And you did hesitate.”
“I still feel broken sometimes.”
“Good,” Mecca said. “Broken people build better foundations.”
“You really the smart friend, huh?”
“And the quiet dangerous one, but you’ll get there.” Mecca winked.
