Page 3 of Chrome

“Yo’ bitch? Aye, anybody know who this clown ass nigga fuckin’ in these parts?”

“Any other time I would’ve put my foot on your neck but now ain’t the time. I just came for my baby mama. Her location said she was here.”

“Nigga you wish you could lift that fat ass foot of yours and put it on my neck. I’m surprised yo’ crew had enough time to haul yo’ big ass over here. Now, for the last fuckin’ time, who the hell is yo’ bitch?” I was already irritated with him showing face in my hood but to come barking ‘bout a bitch aggravated me more. Pussy wasn’t nothing to get bent out of shape about cause wasn’t none of it loyal.

“Trinisha muthafucka!” he shouted.

I couldn’t help but smirk and shake my head. Like the fuck I said, disloyal as hell. She was just on her knees eating dick saying she missed a nigga. Hoes didn’t give a fuck what trouble they caused as long as they got fucked.

“I don’t think you want that back just yet. My dick still on her tongue,” I responded dapping Z up in the process.

Niggas crashed out about pussy, so I knew what my response was gon’ do to War’s bitch ass. His Glock was from his waist and pointed straight for my dome. The only thing about this entire situation, was he had more on him and his crew than he did me. I was untouchable and Rini should’ve warned him ‘bout me.

“You ain’t gon’ pull the trigger?Tuh!Pussy niggas always cower at the last second. Me though…” I finally raised my shit and hit him twice in the shoulder. It was never my intentions to lay him down without a warning. “Oh, I’m gon’ pull it every time.”

He pulled the trigger wanting to retaliate but forgot to take the safety off. War wasn’t built for this street shit. I don’t know who boosted his head up, but he needed to leave this shit alone. Getting yo’ ass beat behind pussy was bitch made.

Flipping the switch, the butt of the Glock was gripped as I swung and hit him in his shit. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. That was all the crew needed to hop on his folk head. What started out as a simple BMG party was now a boxing match. We wasn’t sparing a soul from Eastlake.

“Aye. Aye! Cut all that shit out. We ain’t come out here for this mess. Stop this bullshit!”

“Chrome!”

My pops and Uncle Merc was coming through with the old heads to break shit up. It was more for War than us. We could kill them off and get away with it. It was that easy for us.

“Get the fuck out my hood, muthafucka.” I stomped his ass out after every word. Myers Park was claimed already.

“Why would you do that to him, Chrome?” Finally, the bitch of the hour surfaced, and she came with an elevated tone. Rini knew better than to go back and forth between us and yet she said nothing ‘bout carrying that nigga seed.

She pushed me off War and tried helping him up. My foot was on her knee kicking that bitch in. I played with a lot of shitbut my fuckin’ respect wasn’t one of them. Rini knew me better than that nigga so her not warning him was on her.

“If you or that goofy ass nigga show face ‘round this bitch again, I promise you yo’ family of three will be mourned by sunrise. Somebody empty the trash. It’s starting to stank up the streets.”

Both Lead and Litty were the first ones to jump on it. Them niggas didn’t discriminate against anyone. Women and men, no matter the age was treated the same. Kids were where they drew the line though. They weren’t dogs.

Walking away, I headed back in the crib and sparked up my blunt. I was over the night and needed a lil’ relaxation. When muthafuckas started with me, it was hard to calm down but for some reason, I wasn’t even that worked up. I been wanting to lay hands on War. He just made tonight worth stepping out. I released a light chuckle after exhaling deeply.

Spare me, OG. I got an empire to elevate.

Knock, knock!Zinc knocked on the doorframe catching my attention. “Nigga you good?” Z was gon’ check in and make sure I was straight if nobody else did.

“I’m good, lil’ bro. You trying to hit this?” He reached out and grabbed the blunt.

“I told you to leave that bitch alone. She been trashed.”

“I needed to bust a nut, muthafucka. Where else you expect me to go? I’m cool on shawty now though. You can believe that.”

He pulled on the blunt and handed it over. “Find something new, bro. She ain’t it.”

“I’m already knowing. Make sure them niggas get the fuck out, Zinc.”

“Who you think you talking to? I ain’t knew to this shit, nigga. I’ll holla at you in a minute.”

We dapped up and he stepped out. I was back on the blunt and in my head. I had a feeling life was ‘bout to turn up but Iwasn’t trying to jinx shit. I already asked for OG to spare me, so I was hoping he listened to the kid.

Chapter Two

KOSHA JORDAN

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