Chapter 3 #2
Onyx eyed me exactly the way I wanted her to.
My smile stretched from ear to ear as I brushed pass her.
I heard her inhale deeply as if that would help.
Onyx loved to fuck so her refraining from giving me what the fuck I wanted was comical.
I knew what it took to get her to keep her pretty ass home.
Clearing her throat, she gained composure and finished getting dressed. I was done twenty minutes later dripped out with my diamonds dancing on top of the fit. I hit myself with a few sprays of cologne and grabbed my phone and wallet off the nightstand.
“Are you coming back here whenever y’all done or am I coming to your side of town?”
“It don’t matter. Just hit me before you leave the studio and tell me what you trying to do. I’ll probably be done with that nigga around one. I’m ‘bout to fill that nigga with so much liquor he might want to push that wedding back a few hours.”
“No, the fuck you ain’t. Kosha and Chrome deserve to get married no matter how much you hate marriage.”
“I don’t hate marriage, Ma. I just don’t think a muthafucka can love you that much to want to be soul tied to yo’ ass like that. Yeah, I can ask for a wife but is my wife gon’ ride for a nigga the way I would her?”
“Maybe stop playing pussy and take the risk.” She threw a wink in my direction and walked into her closet. That was her subtly saying she could hold me down and her position.
I followed behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Onyx didn’t ask for much. She spoiled me if anything and always made time for a nigga. I was grateful to have a chick who had more to give than head and pussy.
“That’s what you want?” I questioned.
“Who doesn’t want to be a wife, Nahmari? Look, we ain’t even ‘bout to go down that road tonight. Our friends are getting married tomorrow and that’s all we need to focus on. Help me with my anklet and we can head out.”
Placing a kiss on her cheek, I unraveled my arms and bent down to strap her anklet.
Any jewelry she put on her body was blinding.
I mean the diamonds were bright enough to light up a room.
Her jewelry alone could support a muthafucka for a few years.
Although she was hood as fuck, my baby still had class.
Her taste in the shit she wore, resided in, and drove showed the kind of woman she was.
Standing, I grabbed her by the hand, and we headed out the crib as one. Onyx had this thing where she wanted me with her until the very last second. I ain’t mind being with her ass either. Hell, she was a nigga peace.
We were in the parking deck moments later with us strolling up to her car. Opening her door, she climbed in and instantly went to fumbling with the lil’ shit she had in her cup holder. Onyx was a woman who was easily distracted.
“Come on, Ma. I got to go.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but I had to make sure my iPod was still in the car.”
My face was bunched up so fast. I knew good and doggone well I didn’t hear her say no fuck ass iPod. Sure enough, she lifted it up and I chuckled seeing it. She could be adorable as fuck sometimes.
“The fuck you using a goddamn iPod for when you got a phone?”
“Because I don’t want interruptions when I play music. You act like it’s outdated or something. The last one was made a few years ago. Come here and give me kisses so we both can go.”
Leaning in, my lips met hers and we exchanged something I’d become fond of.
Kissing wasn’t my thing because it was too intimate, and you didn’t know what anyone’s mouth did.
However, I knew exactly where the fuck hers been.
Soft as fuck. My baby had the kind of kisses that caused you to lose focus momentarily and drown in her.
She pulled back when she noticed a nigga was getting into it more.
“ Unt-unh ! Back up,” she said pushing me gently. She pulled her door shut and I still wore that goofy ass smile that graced my face anytime she was around.
“Hit me when you decide on what you trying to do. I’ll come to wherever you trying to lay yo’ head at.”
“I will. Have fun and respect me, nigga.”
“I always do. I know what I got,” I said returning the wink she gave me earlier. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Nahmari.” She crunk her car up as I took a few steps back. She pulled out leaving me standing there alone.
Shaking my head from left to right, I watched her drive off. The way I was acting behind Onyx, I knew I was in love. Never had a bitch had me so goddamn open and ready to live in her fuckin’ skin the way she did. That woman could do no wrong in my eyes.
I was finally opening the door to my shit moments later.
I hopped in ready for a night of bullshit.
The crew never knew how to act when we all got together.
The girls were worse than the fellas sometimes.
Copper and Goldie damn sure knew how to party harder.
I followed behind my woman and hit the main road.
Chrome was called as soon as I got comfortable. He answered with music playing in the back. He was either in the car with someone else or at the crib getting his shit together.
“Nigga where the fuck you at? You said be ready at seven, right?”
“I’m on the way. I got caught up in something.”
“Yeah, Fade ain’t ‘bout to be the only one pregnant.”
“Cut that shit the fuck out. We ain’t even on that type of timing for real. We just having fun out this muthafucka. Aye, be ready. I’m responsible for getting yo’ Black ass home on time and down the fuckin’ aisle in the morning.”
“You ain’t got to get me home or down the aisle, bitch. My family make all that possible. We at the clubhouse and ready to go. Bring yo’ ass.” He hung up and I tossed my phone in the cupholder.
Onyx lived downtown where she was legit at the max twenty minutes from everybody.
It wouldn’t take me no time to get to them.
I turned my music up and bumped a local artist named Solace.
He was from another hood but still hood nonetheless and popping his shit every track he blessed.
I fucked with his music and grind. He was hustling and that was all you could do in the Lake to get the fuck out.
It took me little to no time to pull up at the clubhouse and reunite with the crew.
Like I suspected, they were dressed in all black looking like a unit.
I smirked and stepped out greeting everyone in attendance.
We didn’t linger around too much ‘cause everyone was ready to party, of course.
Chrome hopped in the whip with me while everyone else piled up elsewhere.
He was silent for the first time but focused on rolling up.
We ain’t smoked a good blunt together in a long ass time due to both of us choosing our women over gang shit.
I lowkey missed his dumbass. The twin’s race was the first time I’d seen him in weeks.
He lit the blunt seconds later and the smell was a lovely one.
I was anxious to let the THC fill my lungs.
It was passed and I inhaled deeply. It was a moment of relaxation.
Our place of destination was slowly approaching on our right and that nigga belched out a hearty laugh while clapping.
“Yeah, my wife gon’ beat my ass fa sho’.
Why the fuck you bring me here, nigga? She said, ‘Don’t go paying no fuck ass strippers bills tonight, Chrasmere,’ and I told her I was gon’ be good,” he said mocking Kosha.
Laughing, I pulled into the parking lot and into the first spot I seen available. “Well, bitch ass nigga, you officially lied to yo’ wife cause we about to ball the fuck out. I rented out a few sections and from my understanding, Martin got us something special waiting for us.”
“Waiting on y’all. I ain’t part of that shit. How long we ‘bout to be in here?”
“Until you ready to go and nah muthafucka, we ain’t leaving just yet. Come the fuck on mane.” I stepped out my shit and headed for the door with the crew geeked behind me.
Entering the building, the vibe was calm, cool, and collected.
Shadow Thongs was an upscaled strip club that allowed the women to be themselves.
I knew better than to take that nigga to Allure.
He was fa sho’ gon’ end up in trouble ‘round that muthafucka. Them ghetto bitches was gon’ post and make sure the gram saw them with Chrome. He was a hood celebrity after all.
“Zinc, the girls have been waiting on BMG. Let me get you set up.” Martin didn’t even give us time to get through the door good before he was in my face.
Martin was a White man who banked good bread off the Lake.
He had everybody in this muthafucka from suits and ties to the nigga down the street from the hood.
Hell, if I was being honest, it wasn’t a nigga he turned around.
Everybody who stepped through that door knew what it was and loved how discrete they could be.
Drink and blow a bag easily without a bitch running her fuckin’ mouth.
“Yeah, I bet,” I mumbled as we followed behind him to the area designated for us.
“Before we let the ladies out to play, we wanted to greet you properly. If you and Chrome will have a seat here and the rest of the crew behind. Your bottles will be here shortly,” he voiced.
We did as he instructed with Chrome speaking up as soon as he walked off. “I’m a married man, Z.”
“We know nigga, damn. Shut the fuck up and enjoy the show,” I said rubbing my hands together.
The glass came down on the stage and the lights switched off. I held a smirk on my face as I waited for the show to begin. Shadow Thongs were known for having some of the baddest hoes in the city working here. Good entertainment was hard to come by.