Page 15 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

Caught the nigga right in his shoulder and he howled out in pain. Being that he was just as loco, he didn’t stop trying to push his bike to the limit. However, that fresh wound did slow that ass down.

Nevertheless, bullets flew with both bikes weaving back and forth on the narrow road. I told that nigga to duck and he took heed ‘cause he was dodging my shit. I guess I got lucky on that first one. He returned the favor and put a hot one in my arm. I ate that shit though. Azul knew I could’ve took a punk ass shot at his tank the way he did me and laid his ass to rest, but I didn’t.Since it was daylight, both gangs used their bullhorns to try and get us to cease fire before we hit an innocent bystander.

My adrenaline was high, but I needed this ride. It was to let muthafuckas know not to play with me when it came to this street shit and to free a nigga from that emotional shit Onyx had a nigga going through.

The end was near, and I was all gas, no brakes. If a muthafucka thought I was losing my bitch and this race back-to-back, you was smoking dick. A glass one at that. Me and Chrome wasn’t brothers for no fuckin’ reason. I put that on my bitch, I was gon’ drop bodies if I ain’t take home the win.

Azul tried his best to catch up to me, but he couldn’t touch me. I could handle riding with one good arm, he couldn’t. This wasn’t nothing but another ride to me. Once I crossed the finish line, Blue Flame crew rushed to the line to aid Azul. We both was leaking. The only difference was he gave me a through and through. The one I put in him was ‘bout to have his ass admitted. There was no retaliation ‘cause both gangs knew what it was from the jump.

“Nigga what the fuck!” Litty and Lead were hype as fuck while Copper still wore that mug that was plastered on her face earlier.

“You need to stop playing Russian Roulette so fuckin’ much. If you would’ve took a L, or worse, died, Chrome would’ve killed all of us!” she yelled mushing me in the face.

“Well, y’all would’ve been some goners is all I can say. This race was happening regardless,” I replied with a shrug. I didn’t know what the fuck more she wanted me to say. A nigga was feeling refreshed as a muthafucka, though.

“You straight, Z?” Litty asked pointing to my arm.

“Yeah, I’m cool. Ride with me to the hospital though, so I can make sure ain’t no fragments or nothing left behind.”

“Make this your last fuckin’ roulette, Zinc. Where you want me to take yo’ bread?” Cop questioned still upset about the whole race.

“To the crib. I’ll be there after this.”

“Call me if you need me and Zinc, I’m telling Chrome,” she said walking away.

“I don’t give a fuck. The fuck his short ass gon’ do to me? Let’s go, Litty.”

Chapter Six

ONYX

Icouldn’t lie or hide how sick I was behind me and Zinc not being together, but I refused to go to him any longer. I chased him for as long as I could. After the wedding, he was the first one to get gone and no one had seen him since. When I contacted him, I went unanswered. I dropped by his crib several times at odd hours just to try and catch him and still, nothing. I had no choice but to throw the towel in.

Not caring for him hurt. Putting on a smile like I didn’t give a fuck but crying and throwing up behind closed doors was crazy. I couldn’t keep water down and every time I got comfortable, I was hit with a wave of emotions. My nigga was who brought me peace and now I didn’t even have that.

“Maybe we should go to the emergency room, Chanel. You’ve been throwing up for days.” Dior was nice enough to come over and check up on me when she noticed I wasn’t returning to the club. She’s been here since, making sure I was good.

“I’m cool. As soon as I get over that nigga, I’ll be aight,” I said sitting on the floor in front of the toilet.

“You’re barely eating and for somebody that’s as dark as you are, you look pale as fuck. Go to the doctor and get an IV or something. You’re malnourished.”

“I’m fine, Dior. Can you get me some Aleve and water please?”

“I’m not giving you no meds when you throwing up every damn few hours. I’m ‘bout to take yo’ ass to the hospital and get you some help. Your best friend isn’t here to talk some sense into you, so I guess that’s my job. Get yo’ ass up and let’s go.”

Dior was the only one in this house with some sense. I pulled myself up from the floor and turned on the shower. While the water warmed, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. The taste of the toothpaste caused my stomach to turn. I couldn’t handle it. I quickly spit it out and hovered over the toilet as the excess saliva built up in my mouth.

“See, you can’t even brush yo’ teeth good. I said I wasn’t gon’ say nothing but fuck it. Congratulations, bitch. You’re pregnant.”

I looked at her like she was crazy while shaking my head from side to side. Realizing she was dead ass, I wiped my mouth and stood waiting for her to say more than that. I was a woman who took her birth control pills faithfully. There wasn’t a day I ski…Oh shit!

My pills were kept in my bathroom drawer. I yanked it open and grabbed the container they were kept in. As I peeled it open, a fully stocked tray sat untouched. I couldn’t do shit but laugh. I’d been so distracted with keeping part of me under wraps that I forgot about the most important thing… not getting pregnant.

I didn’t despise children; I just didn’t want to be a mother. I knew me as a person, and I knew I didn’t want that kind of responsibility. It was different when they were my godchildren. I want a primary care giver. Being a mother changed things, especially for me.

“Take me to the hospital, Dior,” I whispered.

“Get a shower and I will. You don’t stink but them people gon’ be all up in yo’ business and I know you’d like it to be fresh.”

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