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Chapter One

CHRASMERE “CHROME” BLACK

“ F irst biker to cross the line takes the crown. Y’all know the drill. This ain’t your first ride or race. To the line!” I watched Neon lay the rules down like an OG.

She’d been calling races for BMG since she was nineteen.

She became a statue in the community simply from being the first woman to ever call the shots.

“The prize... is it still the same?”

“It always is, Steel. I’m a hell of a trophy, aren’t I?” she said winking at him.

I couldn’t help but admire the love my mother and father carried for each other.

Niecy better known as Neon to the crew and Chrasmere Sr.

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Steel was the couple most of the muthafuckas in the hood looked up to.

The love between them was unmatched which gave my family the spotlight it deserved.

They flirted with each other as if they were the only two out here.

It wasn’t just my mom and pops that got looked at either, it was the whole bloodline.

Uncle Merc and his family held the same weight.

Whenever him and Pops strolled through the hood, the respect was shown.

Then again, they were the founders of Black Metal Gang.

I shook my head as soon as they shared a kiss.

Walking off with a brew in tow, I posted up with my crew.

I was given the crown about a year ago so there was no official prize for this race.

My people were just bored as hell and needed something to do for the night.

This was all planned last minute, but the hood showed up and showed love every single time.

“You ain’t ‘bout to watch the race?”

“For what? It’s the same result every time. Uncle Merc gon’ lose by the hair on his chinny chin-chin and Pops gon’ walk away with Dukes on his arm. Ever since she been the prize, he ain’t lost yet. I’m ‘bout to roll this blunt and relax until something worth fuckin’ comes through.”

“Nah, you ‘bout to handle Rini’s crazy ass. She on the way over here.” My right hand man and best friend since the third grade Zinc gave me a heads up throwing his head her way.

I looked in the direction he motioned and saw how fly my ex was. Rini was one of the baddest chicks in the hood and she knew it. However, her mouth is what caused her to be dropped. It got nasty at times. I could take a lot of shit, but you weren’t ’bout to call me out my name repeatedly and think I would still be with you. I was big on respect, and she had little to none for men.

“If she knows what’s best for her, she’ll keep it moving.

”

“We both know she ain’t got a clue on what’s best for her. I’ll spin back in a minute. Let me go holla at Copper pretty ass. She done eyed me one too many times tonight.”

“Be careful on that. She ain’t built like this one. She will make you stand on whatever you say.”

“I’m hoping she do. I’ll stop cutting up the way I do for her,” he said showing all thirty-two covered in nothing but gold.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Chrome? What am I built like?” Rini asked rolling up with attitude dripping from her tongue.

“A loud, disrespectful ass hoe. You curious ‘bout anything else?” I didn’t sugarcoat a bitch ass thang. I tried my best to keep it p at all times.

“You wasn’t saying that when we was together.

Why the fake ass switch up now?

” she fussed.

“Rini, get the fuck on mane. I ain’t even got it in me to go back and forth with yo’ ass tonight. You gon’ blow my high before I can even get that bitch in me.”

She only strolled this way because I still broke her ass off with dick from time to time.

A nigga really hated finding new pussy.

I didn’t trust bitches easily, so I went where my comfortability lay and that was with Rini’s thick ass.

She couldn’t stay away even if she tried though.

This pipe had her goofy ass cutting up like a fiend.

“Fuck you, Chrome. I don’t even know why I came over here in the first fuckin’ place.”

“My guess is you parched as fuck and trying to swallow a nigga kids. Ain’t nobody told you quenching your thirst with nut only make you want more.”

“Nigga please. You were gon’ make your way to my bed one way or another tonight so let’s not act like you ain’t want this,” she threw back.

“You talk too much, shawty. Learn to shut the fuck up.”

“Make me and I will.”

As I stood there leaning on my bike, I gripped my wood and literally saw the drool drip down her chin as she eyed my shit.

She could play hard all she wanted but if I let her have her way, my dick wouldn’t ever leave her jaws.

Rini knew how to work them muthafuckas too.

She had a title as my bitch for as long as she did for a reason.

“I can and we both know it.”

It took her for what seemed like an eternity for her to tear her eyes away from my center.

However, when she did, she redirected the conversation because we both knew she had no respect for herself and would swallow me in front of the entire gang.

Fiend shit.

“Why you not watching the race, Chrome? You’re supposed to lead by example. If you don’t watch, neither will the crew.”

“I’m not no fuckin’ puppet master so pulling they strings ain’t my job. Everybody out this muthafucka grown. My crew know wassup and can do whatever the fuck they please. BMG belong to me and ain’t nobody stupid enough to try and take it from me.”

“Uncle Merc gon’ lose as usual, huh?”

“If you think my daddy ‘bout to start losing now that he gave up the crown, you smoking dick. Speaking of… you gon’ get on yo’ knees or what? I got trees I’m ‘bout to put in my system and I need you to do that lil’ tongue shit you do.”

She smiled but didn’t object to what I threw at her.

Rini was gon’ jump anytime I was involved.

For some dumbass reason she thought that was gon’ make me claim her again.

She was literally only good for a fuck.

Nothing more, nothing less.

She lost value to a nigga the second I dropped her.

“Yeah. Come on.”

Grabbing my blunt off the dash of my bike, I followed behind her inside the crib.

She knew the crib like the back of her hand due to the many nights she stayed over.

I didn’t live at home with my parents but a nigga damn sure made sure he stayed next door.

Myers Creek was the hood through and through and even though we had bread, we didn’t have a swimming pool full of that shit.

We were what you called hood rich.

We had just enough to keep ourselves comfortable.

I had a simple two bedroom that fit me and Zinc.

We was taught early on not to live outside our means.

Me and that nigga had a hunnid grand put up a piece and was still stacking.

He was the only nigga I trusted to be this close.

He earned that spot no doubt.

Entering my bedroom, she got comfortable on the bed while I stripped down.

She took the hint and did the same.

When it came to fuckin’, talking wasn’t really my forte.

We was grown and knew exactly the type of timing to be on.

This was also the only time Rini and I got along.

Sex seemed to be the only thing we could agree on long enough to put one’s pleasure above the other.

Like I knew she would, she got to work the second she laid eyes on my shit.

She throated me like no other bitch could and always made sure to show the same amount of attention to a nigga sack the way she did my shaft.

A nigga wood was the only thing her skills excelled in.

“ Aht, aht ! Take yo’ time with me. You gon’ irritate me before you even get started.”

“I can’t help it… I missed you, baby.”

She was no longer mine so when she addressed me as baby , it lowkey turned me the fuck off.

All that affectionate energy should’ve been shown when she had the title.

Instead, she fumbled it thinking talking to me all hard body was gon’ keep her ass by my side.

I liked soft bitches.

Ones that knew how to make a nigga feel seen and appreciated.

I’d be damned if I gave a hoe the same treatment.

Rini failed so all she got was fucked.

Boom, boom, boom!

Hard ass knocks rang off on my door like it was the fuckin’ police.

Talk about bad timing…

I just knew I was about to get off.

“Chrome, we got problems. That nigga War and his crew just pulled up.”

War was nothing more than a lame ass, dreaming ass nigga.

He wanted everything the Black’s built and the hood fame behind it.

He was nothing more than an envious ass bastard, and his bitch ass daddy was cut from the same cloth.

His pops could never compete with Steel so he raised a pussy letting him think he could.

War might’ve been feared by some, but ‘round these parts, he got treated like the bitch he was.

Easing my dick from between Rini’s jaws, I quickly threw some clothes on.

Sex was a want not a need ‘round this muthafucka. I could go without and still be a happy camper. However, I had plans on doubling back to Rini’s ass tonight.

“Really, Chrome? We were in the middle of something.”

“Sit tight. I’ll be back.”

“Nigga, if you leave me in here, I won’t be here when you get back,” she sassed.

“I really don’t give a fuck, bitch. Pussy come a dime a dozen and yours ain’t even all that to be throwing a fit behind. Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

Grabbing my gun out the top dresser drawer, I opened my room door and breezed past Zinc.

He could handle the situation on his own, but I knew this was nothing more than him giving me the opportunity to crash out.

I didn’t do it often but when I did, Chrasmere was nowhere in sight.

I was all Chrome seeing red and wanting blood.

“How many he got with him?” I inquired checking the clip to make sure I was protected.

“Eight. Lead and Litty already trying to bang.” Lead and Lithium were twins and total opposites but when it came to BMG, they were one and the same.

“As they should be. Let’s get this shit over with. I got a few nuts to bust.”

Cocking my shit, we headed out the front door and trailed in the direction of the commotion.

BMG was and still the is the blueprint to this biker gang shit.

My family made sure the Lake knew who owned these streets.

We worked hard for the crown, and I’d be damned if I let a nigga that couldn’t even keep his members take from me.

I could hear the twins talking they shit as Zinc and I pushed through the crowd.

Them two niggas was gon’ hold it down each and every time.

It wasn’t shit pussy in their veins.

One thing they was gon’ do was make you stand on whatever you let fly out yo’ mouth.

I had them in my top five for a reason.

When I moved, so did they.

“Black Metal!” Zinc yelled catching the crew attention.

“It’s a brotherhood!” they replied in unison.

I smirked because we outnumbered them damn near three to one.

“What you doing in my shit, War? We got something you need?” I questioned with my Glock in tow.

“You already know why I’m here. Where my bitch at, Chrome?”

“Yo’ bitch? Aye, anybody know who this clown ass nigga fuckin’ in these parts?”

“Any other time I would’ve put my foot on your neck but now ain’t the time. I just came for my baby mama. Her location said she was here.”

“Nigga you wish you could lift that fat ass foot of yours and put it on my neck. I’m surprised yo’ crew had enough time to haul yo’ big ass over here. Now, for the last fuckin’ time, who the hell is yo’ bitch?” I was already irritated with him showing face in my hood but to come barking ‘bout a bitch aggravated me more. Pussy wasn’t nothing to get bent out of shape about cause wasn’t none of it loyal.

“Trinisha muthafucka!” he shouted.

I couldn’t help but smirk and shake my head.

Like the fuck I said, disloyal as hell.

She was just on her knees eating dick saying she missed a nigga.

Hoes didn’t give a fuck what trouble they caused as long as they got fucked.

“I don’t think you want that back just yet. My dick still on her tongue,” I responded dapping Z up in the process.

Niggas crashed out about pussy, so I knew what my response was gon’ do to War’s bitch ass.

His Glock was from his waist and pointed straight for my dome.

The only thing about this entire situation, was he had more on him and his crew than he did me.

I was untouchable and Rini should’ve warned him ‘bout me.

“You ain’t gon’ pull the trigger? Tuh! Pussy niggas always cower at the last second. Me though…” I finally raised my shit and hit him twice in the shoulder. It was never my intentions to lay him down without a warning. “Oh, I’m gon’ pull it every time.”

He pulled the trigger wanting to retaliate but forgot to take the safety off. War wasn’t built for this street shit.

I don’t know who boosted his head up, but he needed to leave this shit alone.

Getting yo’ ass beat behind pussy was bitch made.

Flipping the switch, the butt of the Glock was gripped as I swung and hit him in his shit.

He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

That was all the crew needed to hop on his folk head.

What started out as a simple BMG party was now a boxing match.

We wasn’t sparing a soul from Eastlake.

“Aye. Aye! Cut all that shit out. We ain’t come out here for this mess. Stop this bullshit!”

“Chrome!”

My pops and Uncle Merc was coming through with the old heads to break shit up.

It was more for War than us.

We could kill them off and get away with it.

It was that easy for us.

“Get the fuck out my hood, muthafucka.” I stomped his ass out after every word.

Myers Park was claimed already.

“Why would you do that to him, Chrome?” Finally, the bitch of the hour surfaced, and she came with an elevated tone.

Rini knew better than to go back and forth between us and yet she said nothing ‘bout carrying that nigga seed.

She pushed me off War and tried helping him up. My foot was on her knee kicking that bitch in. I played with a lot of shit but my fuckin’ respect wasn’t one of them.

Rini knew me better than that nigga so her not warning him was on her.

“If you or that goofy ass nigga show face ‘round this bitch again, I promise you yo’ family of three will be mourned by sunrise. Somebody empty the trash. It’s starting to stank up the streets.”

Both Lead and Litty were the first ones to jump on it.

Them niggas didn’t discriminate against anyone.

Women and men, no matter the age was treated the same.

Kids were where they drew the line though.

They weren’t dogs.

Walking away, I headed back in the crib and sparked up my blunt.

I was over the night and needed a lil’ relaxation.

When muthafuckas started with me, it was hard to calm down but for some reason, I wasn’t even that worked up.

I been wanting to lay hands on War.

He just made tonight worth stepping out.

I released a light chuckle after exhaling deeply.

Spare me, OG.

I got an empire to elevate.

Knock, knock!

Zinc knocked on the doorframe catching my attention.

“Nigga you good?” Z was gon’ check in and make sure I was straight if nobody else did.

“I’m good, lil’ bro. You trying to hit this?” He reached out and grabbed the blunt.

“I told you to leave that bitch alone. She been trashed.”

“I needed to bust a nut, muthafucka. Where else you expect me to go? I’m cool on shawty now though. You can believe that.”

He pulled on the blunt and handed it over.

“Find something new, bro. She ain’t it.”

“I’m already knowing. Make sure them niggas get the fuck out, Zinc.”

“Who you think you talking to? I ain’t knew to this shit, nigga. I’ll holla at you in a minute.”

We dapped up and he stepped out.

I was back on the blunt and in my head.

I had a feeling life was ‘bout to turn up but I wasn’t trying to jinx shit.

I already asked for OG to spare me, so I was hoping he listened to the kid.