Page 6 of Chrome

“That’s cool. Have y’all looked into the BMG Gaming Tournament? I need to add an age range. These teenagersdominating but these lil’ ones getting good on the sticks. I almost lost to my lil’ cousin the other day and he only seven.”

Litty chuckled at my response, but I was deadass serious. Uncle Merc was raising some streamers or something over there cause his lil’ one had me ready to knock his shit back for the dub we had on the line. I was curious to see how many more was like him.

“Not yet because the vendors hadn’t got back to me yet. I did, however, secure the park for the seniors. I got some donations and everything coming in starting next week. I think we’ll be good to go. I got the church on David St. to volunteer their tents, tables, and chairs. All we need to secure is the food and drinks. Divine Nursing will have a good time. I know they itching to get some fresh air and see anything other than them four walls they confined to.” Lead came through checking off a box on the to do list.

“Cool. Let’s eat and finish handling shit. Oh, Goldie, did the check clear for the kids bowling? I need all this shit locked in.” We filed to the table to grub while she answered.

“Calm down, Chrome. You get like this every year and every year we come through and make sure everybody straight. Me and Neon dropping off the vouchers later today to the schools. That ran us for a pretty penny,” she replied.

“How much?” I inquired grabbing the bowl of biscuits.

“Almost ten grand.”

“That’s cool. We’ll get it back when we do our annual fish fry. Say grace, Zinc.”

Everybody grabbed hands and kept quiet while Zinc took the floor. This was a blessing. We operated like a family but none of us were blood related other than the twins. BMG moved as one and never strayed from loyalty. When you saw one, you best believe another wasn’t too far behind.

Once Zinc finished, a comfortable silence surrounded us as we filled our plates with the food that covered the table. Black Metal was at least twenty deep but only maybe ten of us congregated every day. Most of us went to school together, church, or was from the same hood. Close-knit and always ready to have a good time was how we operated when we wasn’t doing shit for the community.

Breakfast was handled by the women and the fellas cleaned up after them. We might’ve been young, but this bike club was like a marriage to us in a way. They were treated like queens ‘round these parts. My mother was the reason for that. She instilled respect in every single one of us and made sure we knew that shit went a long way and more would get done if it was always present.

Standing, I began to clear the table when the front door was bombarded by two young bucks. I wasn’t but a few years older than them myself, but they were fresh into the crew. They were pretty much still learning the game. I paid them no mind thinking they were just horsing around but when they both got to yelling and talking at once, I knew to put my listening ears on.

“They fuckin’ with Silvy. She was trying to take her lil’ brother to get his hair cut and they blocked her in.”

“We can’t take all them niggas, Chrome, and we think they gon’ do something to her.”

“And y’all left her there? Where the fuck she at, Cobalt?” I questioned the one who said they couldn’t take them simple minded muthafuckas.

“Downtown. Mang stayed but they like ten deep. We figured we’d just come get the crew. It’s Medieval.”

“What? BMG!” I hollered grabbing my vest and keys.

I sprinted to my shit and hopped on. My helmet was on in seconds with me pulling off right after. Medieval was a group ofolder rednecks that always went after the younger women. They were known for shit like that.

I didn’t give a fuck about no bullshit ass traffic laws either. A member of the crew was in danger which meant all bets of being a law-abiding citizen was off the fuckin’ table. In my eyes, my lil’ sister was about to be beaten or worse… raped. I’d be damned if I had that shit on my conscience.

I knew where most of the other biker clubs hung out, so it wasn’t hard to find. We were the only melanated crew which made us dangerous and the most feared. A whole lot of niggas in one setting always made other muthafuckas nervous and left shaking in their boots. I promise when it came down to BMG, they had a lot of shit to be worried about.

The sound of the bikes on the pavement going damn near a hunnid just to get to downtown would’ve made anybody get the fuck out the way. By the time we made it downtown the streets were busy. We stopped by Skulls first. Skulls was a predominately White bar, but they were unproblematic. Seeing that their lot was empty, I knew to keep moving. Next up was Barneys. Barneys was owned by my mother’s best friend’s father. He allowed any and everybody in his spot.

We went over a few streets and before we could get to the spot, we came across exactly who the fuck we were looking for. The bikes were lined up in an alley with not an ass touching the seats. All that did was tell me Silver and Mang were in trouble. We pulled up with the quickness and hopped off to join the party. Them old ass rednecks didn’t know what the fuck was happening and that was how I liked it.

“Chrome! Chrome, help us please!” Silvy’s lil’ brother cried out. What pissed me off about this entire thing was the fact that lil’ man was only fuckin’ ten. These crackers didn’t give a fuck.

“BMG!” I called out.

“It’s a brotherhood!” the crew yelled in unison.

“Oh, that I know. I’m confused on why the fuck these Bud Light bandits fuckin’ with any of ours. What’s the problem, Bartholomew? What the fuck is a nineteen-year-old girl doing to you?” I was pissed but I had to keep my cool to make sure them muthafuckas couldn’t predict my next move.

“Lead!” Zinc called for one of the twins, but both stepped up. Litty was his brother’s keeper. They walked pass the Medieval crew without flinching. Them twins was gon’ put a hot one in them before they could even blink.

Silver, her lil’ brother, and Mang were escorted to safety. I didn’t realize I was functioning off the same breath I’d taken when I pulled up. I felt a wave of relief when they were in our possession again.

“I could’ve sworn you was supposed to move through this bitch like Switzerland. Do me a favor though. Tell me what this say,” I said grabbing my helmet.

I moved through the crowd untouched and unbothered. What made me different from everybody else was the fact my aunt was the police chief of Eastlake. I could get away with damn near anything and it wasn’t shit a dumb muthafucka walking the city could do.

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