Page 2 of Chrome

“I’m not no fuckin’ puppet master so pulling they strings ain’t my job. Everybody out this muthafucka grown. My crew know wassup and can do whatever the fuck they please. BMG belong to me and ain’t nobody stupid enough to try and take it from me.”

“Uncle Merc gon’ lose as usual, huh?”

“If you think my daddy ‘bout to start losing now that he gave up the crown, you smoking dick. Speaking of… you gon’ get on yo’ knees or what? I got trees I’m ‘bout to put in my system and I need you to do that lil’ tongue shit you do.”

She smiled but didn’t object to what I threw at her. Rini was gon’ jump anytime I was involved. For some dumbass reason she thought that was gon’ make me claim her again. She was literally only good for a fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. She lost value to a nigga the second I dropped her.

“Yeah. Come on.”

Grabbing my blunt off the dash of my bike, I followed behind her inside the crib. She knew the crib like the back of her hand due to the many nights she stayed over. I didn’t live at home with my parents but a nigga damn sure made sure he stayed next door. Myers Creek was the hood through and through and even though we had bread, we didn’t have a swimming pool full of that shit. We were what you called hood rich. We had just enough to keep ourselves comfortable.

I had a simple two bedroom that fit me and Zinc. We was taught early on not to live outside our means. Me and that nigga had a hunnid grand put up a piece and was still stacking. He wasthe only nigga I trusted to be this close. He earned that spot no doubt.

Entering my bedroom, she got comfortable on the bed while I stripped down. She took the hint and did the same. When it came to fuckin’, talking wasn’t really my forte. We was grown and knew exactly the type of timing to be on. This was also the only time Rini and I got along. Sex seemed to be the only thing we could agree on long enough to put one’s pleasure above the other.

Like I knew she would, she got to work the second she laid eyes on my shit. She throated me like no other bitch could and always made sure to show the same amount of attention to a nigga sack the way she did my shaft. A nigga wood was the only thing her skills excelled in.

“Aht, aht! Take yo’ time with me. You gon’ irritate me before you even get started.”

“I can’t help it… I missed you, baby.”

She was no longer mine so when she addressed me asbaby, it lowkey turned me the fuck off. All that affectionate energy should’ve been shown when she had the title. Instead, she fumbled it thinking talking to me all hard body was gon’ keep her ass by my side. I liked soft bitches. Ones that knew how to make a nigga feel seen and appreciated. I’d be damned if I gave a hoe the same treatment. Rini failed so all she got was fucked.

Boom, boom, boom!Hard ass knocks rang off on my door like it was the fuckin’ police. Talk about bad timing… I just knew I was about to get off.

“Chrome, we got problems. That nigga War and his crew just pulled up.”

War was nothing more than a lame ass, dreaming ass nigga. He wanted everything the Black’s built and the hood fame behind it. He was nothing more than an envious ass bastard, and his bitch ass daddy was cut from the same cloth. His pops couldnever compete with Steel so he raised a pussy letting him think he could. War might’ve been feared by some, but ‘round these parts, he got treated like the bitch he was.

Easing my dick from between Rini’s jaws, I quickly threw some clothes on. Sex was a want not a need ‘round this muthafucka. I could go without and still be a happy camper. However, I had plans on doubling back to Rini’s ass tonight.

“Really, Chrome? We were in the middle of something.”

“Sit tight. I’ll be back.”

“Nigga, if you leave me in here, I won’t be here when you get back,” she sassed.

“I really don’t give a fuck, bitch. Pussy come a dime a dozen and yours ain’t even all that to be throwing a fit behind. Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

Grabbing my gun out the top dresser drawer, I opened my room door and breezed past Zinc. He could handle the situation on his own, but I knew this was nothing more than him giving me the opportunity to crash out. I didn’t do it often but when I did, Chrasmere was nowhere in sight. I was all Chrome seeing red and wanting blood.

“How many he got with him?” I inquired checking the clip to make sure I was protected.

“Eight. Lead and Litty already trying to bang.” Lead and Lithium were twins and total opposites but when it came to BMG, they were one and the same.

“As they should be. Let’s get this shit over with. I got a few nuts to bust.”

Cocking my shit, we headed out the front door and trailed in the direction of the commotion. BMG was and still the is the blueprint to this biker gang shit. My family made sure the Lake knew who owned these streets. We worked hard for the crown, and I’d be damned if I let a nigga that couldn’t even keep his members take from me.

I could hear the twins talking they shit as Zinc and I pushed through the crowd. Them two niggas was gon’ hold it down each and every time. It wasn’t shit pussy in their veins. One thing they was gon’ do was make you stand on whatever you let fly out yo’ mouth. I had them in my top five for a reason. When I moved, so did they.

“Black Metal!” Zinc yelled catching the crew attention.

“It’s a brotherhood!” they replied in unison. I smirked because we outnumbered them damn near three to one.

“What you doing in my shit, War? We got something you need?” I questioned with my Glock in tow.

“You already know why I’m here. Where my bitch at, Chrome?”

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