Page 2 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“Aye Z, I got to holla at you right quick,” Chrome said grabbing my attention.

“Give me a second, bro’.” I wasn’t a muthafucka who knew how to multitask outside the bedroom. It took me another minute before I was able to engage in conversation. The bread was thick, and we had four bands ready to split. “What’s up, bro’? What’s on yo’ mental?”

“Walk with me for a minute.” He stepped away and walked toward the line. I could tell it was something he wanted to get off his chest.

“What the hell going on? Sis’ left yo’ ass, didn’t she?”

“You think I’d be here grinning from ear to ear if I killed my woman? That’s the only way she leaving me. A nigga did do some wild but valid shit though.”

“Wild and valid? Nigga that sounds like some marriage type shit.” He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders while maintaining a smirk. I chuckled and shook my head. He never been the kind of man to hide a bitch ass thing. He did exactly what I was thinking. “When you pop it, nigga?”

“Like six months ago. I just been living in bliss since then, keeping that shit on the low. Her wishes on that part. Shit, Fade really got a nigga going crazy and Yamari is starting to make me stand on everything I told her lil’ ass. She spoiled fuckin’ rotten, bro’.”

“Oh, I’m already knowing. Well, shit, congratulations, nigga,” I said excitedly going in to dap him up.

I wore a smile because this was something he earned. Happiness and a family that was his. He didn’t have to share that shit with nobody and nobody in their right mind wanted to take that shit away. Fade and my niece fit him. Hell, even grown ass Mel fell in line and got with the program. Chrome lucked up bagging Fade and everybody knew it. She wasn’t tainted like the rest of these hoes in the Lake. She had her own shit and really ain’t need a nigga for shit, but she found wants in bro’. That was real love if you asked me.

“’Preciate it, bro’.”

“Always. What made you go there? You already got the baby.” He made good on everything he said when it came to sis’. She was his through and through.

“Yeah, but she ain’t got my name. A nigga ain’t gon’ be satisfied until she do. You need to be on the same timing with Onyx crazy ass. She look better on yo’ arm than Copper do.”

“You ain’t got to tell me something I already know. Copper wasn’t shit but a lil’ crush anyway. I know where my heart at.”

“Heart at? You falling in love, Z?” Chrome looked at me with a half-smile and raised brows.

“I think I am. You know how I am with these broads, and I ain’t too fond of building shit with them but with Onyx, I see myself fuckin’ with her like on some lifetime shit. She lowkey making me want to settle down. She the realest thing in my life right now besides the gang.”

Talking about my ole lady brought that softness out of me. I was as hard as they came, but Onyx did something to me. She kept a smile on a nigga face, kicked it with me like a homie, and fucked me like a lover. I felt like I had the whole package with her. We ain’t start out like bro’ and sis’. When we jumped off the porch, we jumped.

Much like sis’, Onyx was seasoned, too. She was thirty-five but baby had a body and face like she was in her early twenties. Where bro’ lucked up with a red bone, I landed me a pretty ass chocolate bunny, and I couldn’t keep my fuckin’ hands off her thick ass. Neither baby nor Kosha was able to settle in the city good before we snatched they asses up.

“So basically, what you telling me is it’s ‘bout to be a double wedding in BMG,” he commented.

“Nah. I ain’t there yet. We on the way though fa sho’. I’m talking a few steps behind.” I wasn’t trying to downplay shit, but it was what it was. Me and my baby was taking it a day at a time and enjoying the fuckin’ ride.

“Yeah, I heard that shit before. I know what’s going on and trust, a nigga gon’ be happy for you when you let that shit fly. The wedding happening next week though. Can you handle the bachelor party?” he questioned.

“Next week? Why the fuck would you hold off on the news for that long and then hit me with this shit?”

“I can ask Litty,” he said bringing his beer to his lips.

“Do it then nigga and stop hounding me. Shit, I’m tired of entertaining yo’ ass anyway,” I threw back.

“So, he my best man, too, then?”

“You taking shit too far, bitch.” I was offended that he would even go there. That spot been mine since we were in the sandbox. I been there since day one, not nobody else.

“Watch yo’ mouth talking to me nigga and do yo’ fuckin’ job then,” he commented with that same goofy ass smirk he’d worn since he got out here.

“I got this. Next week when? Monday? Tuesday? What?”

“Next Saturday at seven. Go to the tailor shop with Litty and Lead and get right on Monday. They should have all y’all shit ready for fitting.”

“I can’t believe you jumping the broom. What the hell happened to single and free, stroking shit like a freak?” Chrome was a ladies’ man but when he was with a woman, he was with her. Kosha put that pussy on his ass and made him sit the fuck down.

“I’m stroking my woman and making babies, nigga. That’s in house pussy and it don’t get no better than that. When I told her to accept me before it became an obligation, this was the result. She wasn’t going nowhere and that was something we all knew.”

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