Page 17 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“Right! Wild and free and if I am pregnant, I’m gon’ have to sit my fine ass down and act like I got some sense. This shit is really stupid as fuck!”

Knock, knock!The door opened and in walked the same nurse as before. He wore a smile on his face telling me one thing. That dumbass test was positive andMs. Marcel you’re pregnantwas about to leave his mouth.

“Good news. You are a hundred percent pregnant, Ms. Marcel. Congratulations. Now, to tackle your excessive nausea, the doctor prescribed you Zofran. Take it thirty minutes before you eat and you’ll be good to go.” He handed over my prescription along with discharge papers and sent me on my way.

“Wait, that’s it? She’s done?” Dior questioned.

“Yes. Unless there’s something else I should know.”

“Nah, that’s it. Thank you,” I said grabbing my phone and heading for the door.

Once it was open, the chaos from earlier grew. The bikers were taking over the lobby and I was slowly but surely putting two and two together. A race happened and something went all the way left. My heart sped up when I noticed members of BMG filing in. I scanned the crowd for my man. He was the only one I had focus for.

I ran over to someone I knew would have an answer for me. “Litty, where is he?” I inquired still looking around for him.

“Onyx? What the fuck you doing here? What the hell happened?” He gave me a once over checking for injuries.

One thing I could say was BMG adjusted to me and Kosha’s placement next to Zinc and Chrome without a hiccup. Even this loose screw ass nigga apologized to my bestie and been under her since. You couldn’t tell him shit ‘bout her or them kids. He was Uncle Litty.

“I’m good, bro’. Just a few things I have to… accept. You still haven’t told me where he is, Litty. Why are y’all here?” Worry and concern coursed through my veins at a rapid pace. No matter how he felt about me right now, I was still in love with that young ass nigga.

“That nigga coming. He out there getting his ass handed to him by Chrome. Copper called him snitching on bro’ and shit. She acts like she that nigga mama?—”

“Or his bitch.Tuh!Should’ve known he would run back to sniffing her ass. What happened in the race? Why everybody crowding here?”

“Azul and bro’ had a fuckin’ shoot out during that muthafucka and they both got hit.” He spoke so nonchalantly as if this was something that happened on the regular.

“What?” I screeched. I pushed passed him and ran outside looking for Zinc. Yeah, he let his mouth make matters worse between us, but I’d be damned if any of that mattered in this moment. “Nahmari. Nahmari!” I was yelling his name hoping he’d calm my worries and at least allow me to lay eyes on him.

“The fuck is you calling my fuckin’ name like that for? Didn’t I tell yo’ ass to stay from ‘round me?” I spun around and sure enough he was clutching his wound.

Tears weld up and I tried not to freak out. My lil’ heart was breaking seeing my baby all shot up. “W-Why would you do that? Why would you race knowing?—”

“You ain’t got the right to question me ‘bout a bitch ass thing,” he said stepping away. He was being so cold, and my emotionally imbalanced ass couldn’t take it.

I was in pain from how he was doing me, so I figured why not bestow some on him as well. I grabbed the same arm he was clutching and yanked him back. He yelled out in agony and that satisfied my soul a lil’. Don’t treat me like shit, especially when I’m the one here showing concern.

“Ahhhh!What the fuck is yo’ problem, Onyx?” he asked through gritted teeth. I had a feeling if I wasn’t who I was to him, he would’ve put his hands on me.

“Stop fuckin’ talking to me like that, Zinc. I mean that shit.”

“Then stay the fuck out my face and you won’t have to hear the shit. Why the fuck you sweating a nigga, huh? What? Them muthafuckas at the club ain’t hitting like you thought they would or something?”

I reared back and smacked fire from that nigga. The disrespect was getting worse and although he was pissed as fuck, he was taking this shit overboard. Be mad and in them bullshit ass feelings but don’t play like I’m not the bitch who could really break yo’ heart.

“Fuck you and fuck this baby. You want a bitch out yo’ face so fuckin’ bad, so be it. Don’t come crawling back when you miss big mama ‘cause I can promise you a bitch won’t be there.”

“What fuckin’ baby? You pregnant?” His question was asked with dipped brows and confusion etched across his face.

“Not for long, baby boy. Like I said, fuck ya!” I threw back making sure my middle fingers followed for theatrics. Dior wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back. For a minute, I forgot she was still here.

“Calm down, Chanel. You can’t be doing all that rowdy shit now. It ain’t good for the baby or you, to be honest.”

“Chanel? That’s what they call you?Ha!Look, go pin that baby on another nigga. Ain’t no telling whose it is anyway.”

“Oh, you really on that.” I nodded and gave a small clap. “Stand on it. Let’s go, Dior. I’m not ‘bout to argue with a nigga who I got more than.” He was the only one taking low blows but now it was my turn. If it was fuck me, then he better believe the feelings were mutual.

“Y’all stop. Don’t go below the belt.”

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