Page 21 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“You and this OCD shit.”

Chapter Eight

ONYX

Iwas simply trying to have one day where I could enjoy my food or even my day. The meds they prescribed were halfway working but in order to keep anything down, I had to eat in the car with the window down. Fresh air did me good. So, long car rides or long walks period were all I seemed to do all day every day.

“Come here, Ma. I got you some popsicles to help with your nausea.”

Dragging my feet to the kitchen, I walked into my man opening a Tropical Kool-Pop. I grabbed it from him so fast and stuffed it in my mouth. I had developed a craving for them and all Zinc did was supply me with them. He treated me so well.

“Oh my God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I needed this.”

“See how you been on bullshit knowing you needed me.”

“I ain’t never needed a nigga for shit, not even to make me cum. You being here is a privilege. Don’t get it twisted,” I said mushing him in his face gently.

“A privilege? Yeah, you gon’ fuck around get yo’ head knocked off yo’ shoulders in this muthafucka. Don’t ever play with me like I’m a fuckin’ option.”

“And don’t you forget who got this shit on lock.” I placed my hand on his chest over his heart and gave him eye contact. He wasn’t something or someone I played about.

“I got my shit together. Trust me, a nigga knows where home at.”

“You better,” I said winking his way.

“I wanted to try something to see if you was with it. You always want to be in the car with your face hanging out the window like a fuckin’ dog, so let me take you on a ride.”

“Like, on your bike type shit?” I asked excitedly.

“Calm yo’ ass down, but yeah. I don’t know much about this shit, but I want to help. If fresh air is yo’ thing, why not get on the bike and enjoy all that shit?”

“Hell yeah,” I replied jumping up and down.

“What I just tell yo’ ass? Calm the fuck down ‘cause if something happens to my son, I know something.”

“We don’t know what I’m having so don’t put that bad juju on my baby.” I didn’t care what we had but I was wishing for a girl now. I wanted to spoil her rotten just like I was.

“I said what I said. Get ready. Put on some tights and a shirt. Not one that’s too loose, though. When you ready, come downstairs. I’m ‘bout to go make sure everything on Bumblebee straight.”

“Okay baby,” I said running to my bedroom.

I didn’t know a bitch ass thing about them bikes, but I knew when my nigga was on it, he was the most alive. He loved everything about his bike. Hell, I had my moments of jealousy but as long as he was happy so was I. I quickly threw on what I was told and some cute lil’ boots to match and was out the door. My excitement really couldn’t be contained.

I found him in the garage assessing his bike. I couldn’t lie. His bike was nice as fuck. The matte black and yellow looked so fuckin’ good together. While Chrome had one of the sickestmotorcycles I’d ever seen, my baby was giving him a run for his money. Plus, my nigga was a label nigga. His bike was a BMW as well.

Approaching him, I wore the biggest smile on my face. I was finally entering his world, and I was glad he decided to do it before my belly stretched from the back of his bike to the front. He stood and returned the smile with a small headshake.

“You look cute, Ma. You ready?”

“I don’t know how many times I got to say I am. Come on,” I said throwing my leg across his bike to sit.

“Girl, if you don’t?—”

“What baby?”

“Nothing man. Hang on to me and do what I tell you to do, aight?” I nodded and took the helmet he offered. I placed it over my head and waited for him to sit. Once he did, I gripped his waist and held on.

He started the bike and slowly pulled out the garage. When we hit the main road, adrenaline shot through me. I fell in love with the ride immediately and all we did was go a few hunnid feet away from my condo. I couldn’t hide my smile if I wanted to. To be honest, I wanted to scream with excitement.

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