Page 10 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“Stop yelling at me, Zinc,” she threw back.

Cocking my head to the side, I chose to release a laugh instead of wrapping my hands around her neck. She was testing me, and we both knew it. The last bit of composure I had was being used at that very moment.

“Answer me before you see a side that’s not meant for you,” I stated calmly.

“I uhm, I was told about the club through one of the girls in my dance class around the time I moved here from Atlanta. I’ve been dancing for a while now. I don’t see the problem. We don’t get naked here or any of that. The closest we get to being nude is in our lingerie.”

“You must think I’m a nigga that give a fuck. When you said you was fuckin’ with me, what the fuck made you think this shit was okay? Be a hoe on yo’ time, not mine!”

“Yo’ mama a hoe!” she snapped back. Lil’ did she know, that wasn’t a fuckin’ insult, it was a fact.

“One of the biggest. She started out in a strip club, too, and it wasn’t enough, so she took her hoe ass to the streets and been on them since. Shit, let me know if you for them bitches, too, and I’ll drop yo’ ass right now.”

“Fuck you, Zinc!” she yelled pushing me simultaneously.

“Nah, I don’t fuck strippers, love. Hell out my muthafuckin’ face.” I mushed her ass to the side and headed for my car. She was right on my heels.

“Don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hands on me, bitch!”

“Bitch, huh?” Chuckling, I shook my head and hopped in my ride. She would rather disrespect me than take accountability.She continued to shout slurs at me through the window, and I truly didn’t give a fuck. It was what it was.

I hit the button on the dash and pulled out before it could finish revving up. I was embarrassed as fuck that my woman felt the need to do that shit. I was embarrassed the crew was able to see her in a light that was meant for me. I was embarrassed I had a woman on my arm who wanted to be seen like that. I guess no matter how much you thought you knew a muthafucka they were still gon’ play in yo’ face.

My phone was ringing back-to-back. I ignored it as much as I could before that shit started getting on my fuckin’ nerves. I finally answered for Chrome knowing what was coming. He wasn’t a fool, either, and I was sure he put two and two together. I sat there giving him the floor. I really ain’t have shit to say in the moment.

“She on the way out the door right now. You good?”

“I’m straight, bro’. I’ll be at the crib.”

“That’s a bet. We all heading home. The twins gon’ drop me off. You need a bottle?”

“Hell nah. If I get on that liquor, it’s gon’ end bad for shawty. I’m good. I’m ‘bout to smoke and take my ass to bed. I got a wedding to attend tomorrow.”

“You know I know.” The call was disconnected, and I found myself counting to ten repeatedly.

A call came in from Onyx and I immediately declined her shit. She had ample time to say what the fuck was good, and she chose to argue. If being a hoe was that important to her, then she could do her. I wasn’t gon’ stop her. She just wasn’t ‘bout to be claimed as mine while doing so. That’s what single bitches do and by all means, she had free range to do so now.

She called again and I fished my phone from my pocket. I blocked her ass when I came to a stop and tossed my phonein the cup holder. This shit was a wrap between us. She had to know that.

Chapter Four

ONYX

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why he have to show up tonight of all fuckin’ nights?” I screamed as I rushed to get dressed. Being at odds with my nigga was something I never saw coming. Me and Nahmari had been good since we met at The Hive. Like, me and that nigga didn’t argue, and we damn sure didn’t disrespect one another. Tonight was a fuckin’ disaster and my blood pressure was sky the fuck high.

“Chanel, is everything okay?” Dior questioned.

Once I was snatched up, it put a pause in the performance. I knew better than to be up there but my love for dancing wouldn’t allow me to be anywhere else. It was my way of clearing my head and resetting my day. I wasn’t trying to disrespect my relationship or body in any way.

“Hell no. That crazy ass nigga is not supposed to be here.”

“Who was that, anyway? He handled you like a man out there.”

“That’s my nigga and now I have to go beg for his fuckin’ forgiveness. Damn! I ain’t never gave a fuck about a nigga feelings but a bitch panicking right now. Can you throw the rest of my shit in my locker for me? I got to go,” I said finally slippingon my crocs. I was fully dressed and ready to chase behind my man.

“Yeah. Go do what you got to do.”

Nodding, I snatched up my purse and booked it out the dressing room. I tried my best to get out the club in a timely manner, but it seemed as if everybody and they mama had something to say to me. If it was any regular day, conversation wouldn’t find me as much. Chrome caught me before I could leave out the door. I loved Chrome but he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me right now. My focus was on Nahmari.

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