Page 3 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

Chrome never been the nigga to second guess shit. He held a different type of mindset. Certainty kept him ahead of shit and it worked for him. There wasn’t shit out here that he set his eyes on and didn’t walk away with later. In my opinion, he was OG’s favorite, and it showed.

“No doubt. Congrats again, brodie. I’ll make sure yo’ party is one that ends your single life for good,” I said knowing I was ‘bout to go stupid with the party.

“Nothing crazy, Z. I love my woman.”

“Yeah, you said that several times already. The only muthafucka that needs to remember that shit is you at the end of the day.” I backed up wearing a devilish smile. I was bringing out every stripper I knew in the city for sure.

“You too, muthafucka. If I don’t make it down the aisle, you damn sho’ making it on a shirt. I ain’t playing ‘bout this one, Z,” he threatened.

I gave him a salute gesture and walked away with two tons of weight on my shoulder. I fucked with sis’, so I couldn’t cut up too bad. I liked her for him, and he loved her. There was no way around that. By all means, he was walking down that aisle to her emotional ass.

Seeing him happy made me think about my life with Onyx for the umpteenth time today. I hadn’t heard from my woman since earlier this afternoon and was wondering what the fuck she had going on that she couldn’t hit a nigga. I pulled my cell out my pocket and checked the many notifications that lined the screen. Not one was from her, and I was lowkey starting to feel some type of way. When I was in her face, her phone stayed in her hand, so I knew what it was when she was away from a nigga.

Scrolling through my call log, I came across her name and tapped it. It rung and for some odd reason, that automated voicemail system was coming through a nigga ears instead of the voice of my fuckin’ woman. I was highly confused. Not once since I started fuckin’ with Onyx on that type of timing had my shit went unanswered. I called back and got the same thing again. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s wrong? Sis’ finally finding out you ain’t shit?” Chrome asked throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“Fuck you, nigga. Where Fade? She at the crib?”

“Where the hell else she gon’ be? My lady ain’t like yours.”

With a bunched up face, I questioned, “What the hell that’s supposed to mean?”

“Fade gave me her lo voluntarily. I’m ‘bout to go congratulate the twins while you figure out where sis’ at,” he said chuckling as he walked away.

I hit Onyx for the third time and finally, I was answered. “Hey baby.”

“Aye, what the fuck you doing? Why the hell am I calling yo’ shit so many times? You fuckin’ around on me? Let a nigga know now so I can get the fuck on.” I wasn’t him. I didn’t chase no bitch.

“Huh? Nahmari don’t start with me. I was in the shower and the phone was downstairs. What’s wrong? Did something happen? What’s got you so paranoid and shit?”

I relaxed a bit knowing she was a woman who took more showers a day than most did a week. She had this weird ick on being sweaty or even feeling like she been sitting in germs for too long. Turning around, I scanned the crowd and thought briefly on how nice it would’ve been to have her here so a nigga could squeeze on her soft ass as much as I liked.

“Nah, I just ain’t heard from you since earlier. You make me feel like you creeping on a nigga or something.”

“I just been sleeping for real. I had a long night or whatnot. You know I go to the dance studio around this time. I didn’t realize I got so caught up in the moment. What you got going on?” she countered.

That damn dance studio got more time than I did. I could give her that. She loved to dance and that was her way of clearing her head.

“At the twin’s race. Meet me at the clubhouse. I miss my woman.”

“I can’t, babe. I’m ‘bout to head over to Kosha’s and drop off some things for the baby. She just called before I got in the shower and asked me to make a store run since Chrome was out.”

“Why didn’t she just call that nigga so he could get it while he was out?” I wasn’t the brightest nigga in the crayon box, but I was far from slow.

“I don’t know, baby. Look, I’m trying to go and get back. You know her bachelorette party is tonight, too. She doesn’t want to do it the night before the wedding traditionally. I’ll call you when I get back in the crib.” Without another word, she disconnected the call. I pulled the phone from my ear and eyed that bitch like I knew that wasn’t my shit that just hung up on me.

I called back for the umpteenth time and got that fuck ass voicemail again. Nodding, I had to laugh that shit off. I knew Onyx and she was as real as it got. A year I been with this woman and not once had she rushed me off the phone. I felt some type of way. I wasn’t gon’ hold you. As my woman, there was no excitement in speaking to me just now. A nigga lowkey wanted to pull up and check that shit.

However, that wasn’t even my steelo. This was the first time she brushed me off so I’d let it slide, but I promise you it wouldn’t be another. I shrugged that shit off and joined the crew. It was time to split the winnings up. I was irritated as fuck, but I was man enough to direct my shit to the right person. I knew one thing for certain, Onyx better not play with a nigga. Shit could go left… fast.

Chapter Two

ONYX MARCEL

Dammit. Why the hell did he have to call now?It was true that I’d just gotten out the shower, but it wasn’t a shower in my home per say. I’d just finished my set and wanted to wash up before I hit one of the VIP rooms where me and my trainee were requested. Shadow Thongs was a strip club that allowed me to live out a certain passion of mine.

Did I crave the attention? Fuck no. I had a nigga that showed me more than enough of that. Did I need the money? Play with a bitch whose bank account didn’t have as many commas as mine. I simply loved dancing in lingerie and creating a fantasy for others. This particular club kept our true identity under wraps, and I was beyond grateful for that.

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