Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) (12 page)

“YaYa, my dear we did not discuss you
bringing company. No matter how beautiful the company is, this
punta should not be approaching me.” Juan said addressing me.

As if Juan pushed the
button in Pinky’s mind that screamed,
kill
a nigga,
she pushed the briefcase in my
chest and pulled her Nina from her side holster under her
pink
Harley
jacket. It was all done in one swift, fluid movement. It was
obvious that Juan didn’t know he was fucking with a trained killer
and he flinched at the sight of the steel that he was staring down
the barrel of.

“Juan I assure you that you do not want to
make an enemy of Pinky.” She is a good girl, but she can be a very
bad girl if need be.” I said handing the briefcase to him. All the
while Pinky did not lower her aim from Juan’s face.

“I think you will find all of what you are
expecting is there and we should never cross paths again. I even
want to thank you for the service you provided for my family for
that ‘thing’ you did.”

Juan looked as confused as a
mentally-challenged three year old that had just had a set of
algebraic equations put in front of him.

“I see you are confused. Maybe I should fill
you in. Papi was no friend of mine. Actually, he was an enemy and
he was definitely on his way out; whether you did it or I did it,
he was done. I guess you didn’t do your homework on who you were
fucking with? I am sure my father wouldn’t appreciate you
threatening me and making me pay Papi’s debt. But since you came
along at the right time, I figured I would entertain you by giving
you what you asked for. Juan, please don’t ever disrespect me or my
business associate again.” I said.

Juan finally found the balls to speak up.
“And just who is your father and why should I care about who he
is?” He sneered.

“Darnell Clayton. Is that
enough to make you understand the caliber of bitch you are fucking
with?” I responded sparking a
Djarum
cigar.

I watched Juan’s face frown up and fidget in
his seat. He didn’t look too happy to know that he was being
one-upped by a female. I started to realize that most of these
dudes didn’t like to be showed up by a bitch. Maybe it was an ego
thing. No matter what it was, they had better deal with it because
I was here to stay. I wasn’t going anywhere unless someone toe
tagged my ass. Pinky still hadn’t forgiven Juan for his disrespect.
She kept her aim trained on his dome and wasn’t going to drop her
piece until she either got the apology she wanted, or she did his
ass.

“Look YaYa, I want no problems with you or
your family. Let’s just forget all of this happened. We are done
here.” He said unsure of how to get out of the bullshit he had
placed himself in. He closed the briefcase and was getting ready to
make an exit when Pinky let off round after round into the car. She
lit up that car like the Fourth of July. Juan’s driver had holes in
his chest the size of golf balls. Juan’s head was no more.

Pinky calmly reached on what was left of
Juan’s lap and removed my briefcase. She handed it to me. I
released the latches and handed her all the money inside the
briefcase. I smirked knowing it was money well spent! There was no
way I was going to let Juan live! She gave me a knowing nod and
walked calmly back to her bike, pulled on her helmet, mounted her
pink motorcycle, and exited the garage. I started walking back to
my own vehicle quickly and saw what I had forgotten. My baby
brother was watching me looking shook like he was next up on my hit
list. I slid in the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“Here hold this.” I said handing him the
briefcase. I pushed on the gas and drove out of the garage because
I was sure the whole damn city of Capital Heights heard them hot
ones sound off.

Once we got out of the
garage safely, I instructed Neko who sat motionless in the
passenger seat, to wipe down the briefcase. I pulled out a J of
Kush from the ashtray and sparked it up. I thought about what I was
going to say to Neko. I figured,
sorry
little brother for exposing you to a murder
wasn’t going to cut it.

“Neko, I didn’t mean for you to ever see
anything like that. Shit just happened and Pinky ain’t to be fucked
with. She has a hot head. I’m…I’m sorry.” My voice trailed off as I
inhaled the thick smoke from the blunt. I exhaled the smoke and my
mind drifted to thoughts of how my Dad had introduced me to this
game. It wasn’t quite as harsh, but I did get brought into the game
to serve my purpose and maybe Neko was brought in to serve his.
Maybe by some sick twist of fate, it was meant for him to be
present for the events of the day. Maybe it was time for him to get
his feet wet.

Neko just nodded his head up and down as if
it were all cool. We rode in silence all the way to Georgetown. I
caught him watching me from time to time as though he were with a
complete stranger. I hated the looks he gave me. It made me feel
unclean. True bill, I didn’t even know what I had unearthed by
exposing my brother to my murder and mayhem. I said it before.
Christa bred a killer in me. Who knew her DNA was so powerful? It
was like I had added fuel to a smoldering fire. Neko was hungry to
know all about the “Family Business” and would not take no for an
answer. It was like murder woke him up and turned him on. Instead
of all the things we talked about that fateful day, he did the
opposite. He wasn’t interested in school and his friends. He wanted
to go to the gun range and run the streets. He was smoking weed and
staying out all night. He lost interest in his art and was
constantly on my ass about putting him on. How could I deny him a
taste of the streets?

Speaking of the streets, they were talking
and my name was ringing bells in them muthafuckas. Niggas and
bitches both knew I was, “that bitch,” and I wasn’t gonna’ let
anyone or anything get in my way of making money. Pinky’s actions
had just further boosted my reputation. I was loving it! It was
like riding an orgasm out until I was spent from the passion.

Island Café

Upsher Street

NW Washington, DC

I was about seven pulls into my J when my
cell phone began vibrating on the table next to me. Lazily, I
looked at it and wondered why NiQue didn’t have any other friends
outside of me to bother early on a Saturday morning.

“Yo, what it do?” I answered.

“Nothing girl, just let Dread out the door.
I told you that nigga would make his way back over to get some of
this good good.” NiQue giggled. “That nigga can flow like shit
girl. I might make him my man. He just told me that he just got
signed. He and a few of his other boys that fuck with Cap Citi
Entertainment just got the green lights for the mainstream. ” She
continued.

“Maybe we could both fuck with some big time
rappers.” She said excitedly.

I shook my head and let out a plume of
smoke. I was not interested in hearing the torrid details of her
session with who was supposed to be my play thing. Nor was I
interested in her trying to make plans to become that man’s girl. I
knew he only fucked her because I had mysteriously disappeared.
NiQue most likely threw the pussy at him sideways and he didn’t
know she was my friend. I listened to her babble on and on until
she mentioned Sheik.

“Wait you saw Sheik last night? Where did
you see him?”

“See now I know you weren’t listening to
anything I said to you because I just told you I saw him up at
Black’s Carwash on Florida Avenue. Apparently, Dread and Black are
boys and Dread went to get his ride cleaned. When we were pulling
out of the carwash, I saw Sheik. He spotted me and asked me where
your black ass was.” She laughed.

“NiQue, I don’t ever listen to your ass girl
because you never make any damn sense. Now what did Sheik say he
wanted?”

“He just asked me where you were and if I
would tell you to call him. He said he got some more business for
you.” She said.

I sunk back into the bed feeling defeated.
He didn’t want me, he wanted to handle business. I hadn’t been
fucked in over a month. The last piece of dick I had was dead and
gone and wasn’t coming back. Maybe that was what was wrong with me.
I had been real snappish and ready to squabble with anyone who
wanted to try me. Lack of sex could make me an evil bitch. NiQue
was still going on and on in my ear, and I had no clue what the
fuck she was saying. I decided I was going to interrupt her and try
to get her to go out with me.

“Damn, Motor Mouth. Can I get a word in
edgewise?” I said.

“You think you can stay off of that dude’s
dick long enough to go out with me tonight? Girl, I haven’t had any
form of sex since our dearly departed Papi. I have to find a
replacement.” I said.

I told her I would call
her later after I found something hot to wear. After all, I was on
a mission to get a plaything until I got up with,
Mr. Sheik the Real Thing
. I deaded the J and swung my legs over the side of the bed
and stood up. I turned to face the mirror that was on the adjacent
wall. My chocolate skin was glowing and my body wasn’t a size six,
but I got hips and curves that will make a nigga sick. I loved me
all over. I was ready for someone to love me all over too. I got
dressed and headed down the hall to check on Neko. That lil’ nigga
was really getting beside himself. He was staying out late and I
know he was getting higher than gas prices.

I let myself into his room without knocking
and there was my baby brother standing upright with some little
tramp seated on the edge of the bed with his dick lodged down her
throat. Neko had his head thrown back in ecstasy with his hands
planted firmly on the back of the girls head. He was so busy
thrusting in and out of her mouth that he didn’t even see me. I was
glad he hadn’t seen me too because that would have been real
awkward. I backed out of Neko’s room and headed for the steps.
Right before I grabbed the handle to leave out the door, I reminded
myself to have a serious talk with my baby brother about hood
chicks and bringing them to the house. I also reminded myself to
grab him some rubbers because a baby was something none of us were
ready to have. I turned the handle and Daddy was standing on the
other side of the front door.

“Hi Daddy! I feel like I haven’t seen you in
ages.” I sang, pulling him in for a hug. I then noticed something
was very wrong because my father didn’t hug me back. He barely
acknowledged my presence in front of him. I immediately stepped
back and examined his worried face.

“Is there something going on that I need to
know about Daddy?” I asked him with fear mounting.

Daddy tried to smile and tell me there was
nothing to worry about. He tried to tell me that he was just tired
and still had some business to take care of before he could settle
in for a mid-day nap. I knew he wasn’t telling me everything. Over
the years I got used to my father being elusive and secretive. It
was just a part of who he was and what he did. He stepped into the
house and I stepped back in with him. He was holding a piece of
paper in his hands and was not trying to let me see what was on it.
I decided I wasn’t going to pester him with questions about what
was really going on and why he looked shook. I just let him know
that Neko had company and that I was going to step out for awhile.
I gave him the weekly numbers since it was the first time I had
seen him in week. We never kept the same time and hours. We had
both gotten so busy, we barely crossed paths. If it weren’t for
Neko giving me status updates on Daddy, I would never know what was
going on with him.

I kissed my father’s cheek and tried to
steal a glance of the solitary sheet of paper that looked to be the
source of his worry. He pulled the paper out of my reach and sight
when I went to kiss him. I headed out the door, finally making it
to the car, and pulling out of the driveway. I figured I wouldn’t
go too far to shop. The Solbiato shop was only a little ways down
the block. I found a space, although I was kicking myself for
driving down the block. The parking in Georgetown was horrendous.
It would take a solid hour to just find someplace to park at times.
I found a space because it was early and the serious shoppers
hadn’t hit G-town yet. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the
die-hard shopping fanatics would be flooding the overly populated
streets. I walked into the shop and was drawn to the bright colors.
That was the “in thing” for the summer; bright clothes and
shoes.

I saw a tall man in the corner of the store
that appeared to work in the shop. I needed him to get an item off
of the wall that I wanted to try on. As I approached him, I saw he
was definitely not an employee. What caught my attention was the
design on the back of his shirt. It was the logo for Cap Citi.
Either the dude was on Crack’s team or he had just purchased the
shirt from somewhere. Either way, the shirt was sick and I wanted
one. I knew Neko would like it. It was a picture of the U.S.
Capital and it had flames surrounding it. The words under the
Capital set in flames said, “We make this Citi Hot!”

“Excuse me, but where can I get a shirt like
that?” I asked the dude wearing it.

He turned to face me and he took my breath
away. He was tall. I mean really tall. He stood about 6’6” and had
long soft hair that was pulled into a ponytail. I silently wished
that I knew how to braid hair. Especially if that meant that fine
ass nigga would be between my legs. His skin was smooth and even,
and his eyes were inviting.

“You can get them off of my label’s
website.” He answered.

Damn, maybe I didn’t have
to go to the club to find
Mr. Right
Now
. I think
Mr.
Right Now
had run into me.