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Walking up to Zinc’s crazy ass, I couldn’t help but return the smile. All you saw on that nigga was straight golds. Anytime I won the pot, he put on like a proud brother. He was just as lethal on his bike, but he couldn’t fuck with me one-on-one.

“Nigga that’s five easy bands made. Don’t go spending it down at the Roof Inn. I heard about what the fuck you been doing in yo’ spare time. And let me tell you something, bring one bed bug in the crib and I promise you, you gon’ be sleeping on nothing but slacks.”

“Nigga what? Who the hell you been talking to Z?”

“Them hoes on Fredrick and Saint. They said yo’ bike stay parked in front of room 112. When you start buying pussy?” he asked with a look of confusion etched on his face. He was playing that shit like he was really perplexed by the shit he was saying.

“The minute yo’ mama offered it bitch. Stop playing with me nigga.”

“Oh, I know you paying for it for real now. She ain’t nothing but a hoe. A old, nasty one at that.” Zinc and his mama had a love hate relationship with hate being the dominant factor. Hecouldn’t stand that lady, but he supplied her with food every week and made sure her bills were paid.

“Do better Z,” I said shaking my head. “Buying pussy means we in a fuckin’ drought and there’s plenty of that shit floating around this muthafucka to where I ain’t got to spend a dime. Is any of it worth any value? Hell nah, but it’s being thrown like a frisbee.”

“And I mean in all directions,” he added. “I’m bullshitting. Copper got the pot. What you trying to do?”

“I’m ‘bout to go back to the clubhouse and party nigga. I’m on a hell of a high right now.”

The distanced sirens caught everybody’s attention in attendance. It was time to get the fuck on. We held the bridge for over thirty minutes, it was time to give the city their shit back. Zinc blew his whistle which caused the twins to do the same and the rest of BMG followed. That was all the crowd needed to hear to disperse.

I hopped on my shit and waited until my crew was gone. If anyone was caught left behind, it would always be me. This was my shit, and they were my responsibility. They trusted me to keep them safe and I’d be damned if a nigga dropped the ball.

Once they were out the way, I took off passing two units on the way. All they wanted was the bridge cleared. Chasing me was something that would piss them off knowing they couldn’t catch me if they tied a string to my shit. I made a mental note to call my aunt when I touched down at the clubhouse. I needed her to call her pit bulls back so BMG could keep doing our thing.

Smiling, I hit the turbo and was gone in the wind. The night was just getting started but it damn sure started off on a good foot. A foot worth five fuckin’ bands.

Chapter Six

KOSHA

Two weeks had officially passed since the new move to the Lake as everyone called it. Two places I’d been was the shop and home only. I couldn’t tell you a thing about nothing but tonight, I was willing to see how they partied. Onyx convinced me to go out with her, and I invited the women from the shop as a bonding exercise in a way. Business was one thing but seeing how a person moved outside of it spoke volumes.

I turned around in the mirror for the umpteenth time and was still unsure of my fit. I wore an all black laced jersey with a cute little black skirt. The black thigh high boots paired was a must. My entire fit was from Fashion Nova. I had a lighter toned skin, so the darker colors looked good on me. I wore a diamond necklace and earrings to match. The tennis bracelet was also sitting nicely on my wrist. Still, it was something about this entire ensemble I couldn’t get with.

“Maybe I need to settle on the dress instead,” I voiced aloud. Suddenly my cell phone rang, and I released a deep sigh. I had a feeling it was Onyx making sure I didn’t go back on my word. Grabbing the phone off the bed, I answered seeing that my hunch was right. “I’m almost ready,” I said not caring to greet her properly.

“Answer your FaceTime bestie.” I did like she asked and set the phone down on the table where she could see me completely. “You look cute. Where you get that from?”

“Fashion Nova. It’s something wrong with it though. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“It’s the earrings. Change them for the hoops. Them dangling ones are more for like a date night with yo’ boo.” I quickly changed them out and still wasn’t feeling it.

“I think I’m just about to stay home. I ain’t got shit to wear,” I complained.

“Girl, you look cute. Why you tripping? Don’t back out on me.”

“I’m not trying to but I’m really not feeling this bestie.”

“Have you taken any photos yet?” I nodded and she continued. “Post it and watch them tell you the same thing I just did.”

Rolling my eyes, I posted one I thought was cute enough and waited. My IG did numbers, so I expected nothing less than a few hundred, maybe thousand likes. I continued giving myself a once over and finally took a seat on the bed. I was over it.

“I told the girls at the shop to join us. You cool with that?” I questioned. Onyx didn’t take well to new people, so I had to double check.

“Yeah, it’s straight. It’s a club so it ain’t much to worry ‘bout. They know I’ll be there?”

“Yeah. I told them.” Standing once again, I walked over to the mirror and started contemplating my back up. “Maybe if I tuck the jersey a little.” I did so and thought it looked better out than in.

“I just pulled up. I’m coming.” Onyx hung up and I stood there not wanting to do shit but get in my bed.

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