Read Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) Online
Authors: BlaQue
Tags: #drama, #best seller, #family, #urban, #deceit, #street lit, #bookclub, #kwan, #wahida clark, #top 100, #goodread, #dmv, #gstreet
I picked the picture up
and threw it against the wall; watching it shatter to pieces. I
marched back down the spiral stairs and headed to Daddy’s office. I
knew Daddy kept a large amount of money in his office, enough for
me and Neko to get the fuck out of DC for good and never look back.
Only problem was, I wasn’t sure about the keys to the
safe.
I figured Daddy thought
our house would never be the source of an invasion so I figured the
combo would be right there in his office. His desk was locked and I
didn’t know where the keys were to get inside. I picked the letter
opener up off the desk and popped the lock to the desk drawer.
After sifting through tons of paper and trinkets, I came across a
set of keys that were pushed to the back of the mahogany desk. I
clenched them in my fist and headed to the safe that was built into
the wall of the shower in the bathroom that was housed in the
corner of his office.
I slid the stained glass
doors and removed the tiles on the wall revealing the safe. I
dropped the tiles to the floor and tried each of the keys. After
trying the first five I was starting to get antsy, like none of the
keys would work. I tried key after key until I came to the last one
on the ring and it slid in the chamber and turned effortlessly. I
pulled the door open and my eyes were as wide as a six-year-old kid
at Christmas. Inside the steel vault there were stacks and stacks
of money. I ran from the shower and went straight to Daddy’s closet
and pulled out two bags and drug them into the bathroom and began
filling them up with the stacks of cash. Once I was done stuffing
the bags with the cash I saw a few documents that were at the
bottom of the vault. Something told me to leave the papers right
there, but whatever was in there Daddy didn’t want anyone to have
easy access to, so it must have been important to him. Grabbing up
the papers I took them back into his office and sat down on the
Italian leather sofa that was adjacent to his desk.
I began to read what
looked like insurance policies. Not only had Daddy had hundreds of
thousands of dollars in the walls of his shower he had his Last
Will and Testament and insurance policies for me, Neko, and someone
named Pajay Clayton. I had no idea who that was. Maybe it was a
distant relative. I didn’t know and didn’t care. The policies were
each for a million dollars in the event of his death. The strange
thing was that the policies were effective and dated for years
earlier which left me with a sour taste in my mouth.
Daddy knew Neko was his
son all along and he never mentioned it to me! I felt betrayed. He
had kept my brother away from me. He knew Christa had borne him a
son, and he never even told me. My heart was breaking. My perfect
father who had always kept it real with me had hidden so much. I
was stunned. The day was officially turning into the worst day of
my life.
I had to pull myself
together because it was not the time to sit and wallow in my own
self-pity. I still had two dead bodies in my brother’s bedroom to
deal with. I rose to finish the shit once and for all. Two pieces
of paper had fallen to the floor. I bent to retrieve them from the
floor and my heart damn near stopped. There was a hand-written
letter from an unknown sender.
I began to read it and I
am sure I lost all sense of reality.
Daddy,
All that you do in the
dark will come to light. That precious daughter of yours is in for
the fight of her life. You thought all of your secrets were safe
and that you could keep running from them. Life as you know it is
over! I plan on taking her pretty head, after I destroy your entire
world, just like you did mine! How’s that for Karma Daddy Dearest?
I’ll see you in hell!
Hate Always,
Pajay Clayton
Instantly I had a
flashback. I knew that the letter had to be the one that Daddy had
received the day we ran into each other a few weeks back. It was
starting to make sense. Niggas weren’t gunning for me for the shit
I had done. They were after him! They were just using me as bait to
get whatever it was that they wanted from Daddy. Whoever
that
Pajay
bitch
was, was the person Oscar had mentioned; and the “she” Jew Jew was
talking about before I left him smeared on the floor
upstairs.
I kept re-reading the
letter in amazement; fear and panic started to take over. I jumped
up, stuffed the letter and policies inside the bags and moved to
the front of the house. I put the last of our things in the car and
went back into the house by way of the garage. I found what I was
looking for, the gasoline can. I was gonna burn that bitch to the
ground. It was no longer a home. It was a lie. I ran from room to
room making sure I poured gas on whatever I could until the can was
empty. I made sure I bathed Timmie and Jew Jew real good because I
didn’t want any evidence of me doing them in. I lit a Djaram and
took a few pulls and dropped it on Jew Jews stocky body before
turning and walking down the steps and out the front
door.
I had to move just like it
was an ordinary day, even though the adrenaline was pumping through
my veins. I had to force myself to walk to the car and pull out of
the driveway as though nothing were going on. I got halfway down
the block and heard what sounded like an atomic bomb go off. I
didn’t even bother to look back to see my life burned to the ground
because at that point I simply didn’t give a fuck! Oscar had some
serious explaining to do. Game on!
The Fur
Patterson Street
NE Washington, DC
Instead of going back to the hotel where
Epps and whoever else may have been involved in the bullshit was, I
headed across the Woodrow Wilson Bridge into Alexandria, Virginia.
I had already decided that I had to lay low. I called Neko and told
him to meet me in Old Town and to make sure no one knew where he
was going. I had to stay out of DC because not only had I killed
several people, but I had burned down my million-dollar home and
had some unknown sibling out for blood too.
I knew I had to try and visit Oscar to find
out all he knew about this
Pajay
person. He knew something.
He was, after all my, father’s best friend and confidant. As I sat
in a
Starbucks
waiting on Neko, my phone interrupted my
thoughts. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Caesar. I hadn’t
talked to him since my father had passed. I didn’t even know if it
was still a good idea to do business with him with everything going
on. For all I know he could be tied up in this mess and I
definitely didn’t want any beef with a Columbian drug lord. I still
answered my phone, not caring what he had to say just because I
would be gone in under a week’s time and out of his reach, or so I
hoped.
“Hello.”
“Good afternoon YaYa how are chu’?” He said
dragging his words in his thick Latin accent.
“I am well, all things considered. What can
I do for you Caesar?” I asked not really caring what he wanted
because whatever it was, I wasn’t interested. Business was the
furthest thing from my mind.
“I was wondering when chu’ would be
returning to work?”
“Caesar, it hasn’t even been a full two
weeks since I had to bury my father. Surely you can give me a
little more time to get things in order with my family.” I
responded as I sipped on my latte trying to keep an eye on the door
for Neko. It had been over twenty minutes since I had spoken with
him and he should be coming in at any minute.
“I know chu’ got a lot going on, but we have
money to make out here. If you don’t work, a lot of people on my
side don’t eat. I would hope it will take no longer than a few
days. We have some catching up to do. Shall we say next Wednesday
we meet?” He was doing more telling me than asking me.
“Sure next Wednesday is fine with me.” I
said knowing full well that that was one appointment I had no
intentions on making.
“Good, so Wednesday it is then.” Then the
line went dead.
Fuck. Now that greasy dude had an attitude.
I half ass wanted to laugh at the way he was talking about business
as if we worked normal nine-to-five jobs. Just then I saw Neko walk
in the door. He removed his shades revealing something I had never
really seen before. He really did resemble my father. He looked
like Christa more, but I could see my father intertwined. We made
eye contact and he joined me at my table.
“So, wassup? Why couldn’t we just meet at
the hotel. Why did we have to meet all the way out here?”
I swallowed hard because I had to find out
if he knew all along that Daddy was his biological father.
“I know we never talked about it much but,
do you know who your father is and where he is?” I asked. Neko
looked like he was caught off guard.
“Christa told me it was some dude that she
met after she and Pop stop fucking with each other. She never
really told me too much about him except that they didn’t work out
and after they split she found out she was pregnant with me. I
never really cared to know because it wasn’t like he was gonna’ be
bothered with me just because Christa was off the hook.” He said
sadly.
I felt horrible having to ask him all of
that shit, but there were some things that just had to be done so
we could find out what was going on. I took the birth certificate
out of my purse and slid it across the table.
“I found this in the house today. There were
some guys going through your room and I found one of them holding
this in his hands. I was wondering did he find it in the house or
was he bringing it to the house?”
“What do you mean there were some guys in
the house?” He asked while unfolding the paper and growing quiet
while reading the text. He slammed the paper back on the table.
“What kind of sick shit is this? Who were these men who had this,
and when did you go to the house? When did you leave the hotel?” He
asked me question after question.
“Neko, did you know that Daddy was your
father? Did Christa ever mention him before you met us that day at
the park?”
He shook his head back and forth. Something
deep inside told me he didn’t know anything. He was just as
clueless as I was. I knew Christa was in hell laughing for all of
the chaos she had left us to sort out. Neko had a far-a-way look in
his eyes. He slowly let his head lower and for the first time since
I met him he looked defeated. He looked like he had been
cheated.
“I know this is a lot of stuff to digest,
but have you ever heard the name, ‘Pajay’ before?”
“No. Who is that?”
“I don’t know who it is. I was hoping you
knew who it was. After I found Timmie and Jew Jew ransacking your
room, I broke into Daddy’s safe and found three life insurance
policies. One for me, one for you and one for someone named,
‘Pajay.’ Each one is worth over a million dollars a piece. Each one
of them has been effective since 2003. Daddy knew about you, but he
never spoke of you. I had never heard of this “Pajay” person until
I found the policies and I also found this.”
I handed the letter written by Pajay to
Daddy to Neko. He scanned the letter and looked more confused than
ever. “We need to go back to the house and try to find out what we
can that our father hadn’t told us!” He said beginning to
stand.
I grabbed his hand and looked him in his
eyes. “There is no house to go to.” I said. “I burned that bitch to
the ground after I shot Timmie and Jew Jew. I cleaned out the safe.
I grabbed what I could and torched it. I had to. I left two dead
bodies in your bedroom and niggas is already trying to pin murders
on me that I ain’t commit. I didn’t want to have to try and explain
to the police that I found two of my father’s associates trying to
rob us and that I killed them. They would have never understood.
They are already gunning for me. They would not have wanted to hear
that self-defense shit.” I said truthfully.
“Look, all that back there is over; all we
got now is us! We need to contact the insurance company and collect
what’s ours. Then we need to leave DC. The police are looking for
you in regards to what happened to Daddy and Oscar. They are
chasing me for some other shit that I am sure has something to do
with whoever this “Pajay” person is. Whoever she is, she is on some
get back shit
and I ain’t too fond of running from a ghost.
You feel me? I don’t know who she is. I don’t know what she looks
like. One thing I do know is that she knows who we are and she is
trying to make me take the fall for all of this shit and I ain’t
about to let that shit happen!”
Neko finally looked hopeful. “So we are
leaving here together? When are we going? Can we leave now? I am
getting real tired of all this crazy shit going on. If I knew
having a father in my life was going to cause all of this shit, I
would have rather stayed fatherless.” He said.
“We can’t go just yet. I need to get at
Oscar. I had gone to the hospital too. He knows something and
before he could tell me what he knew, his nurse came in to give him
his meds. Whatever she gave him put him back under and I wasn’t
able to get any info from him about who this bitch is. We have got
to holla at him. He is all we have left to ask about who we are,
and what is going on. He can at least tell us who is fucking up our
lives.
“I think it is in our best interest to stay
away from the hotel and Epps and the others; being that Jew Jew
made it clear that most of them were working for whoever this
“Pajay” person is and that she was not to be fucked with.”
For the first time, I was really afraid. I
didn’t know who to trust and I was sick of running. I was running
from enemies that I didn’t know I had had. I was running from the
police and from people who had been in my world my entire life.
There was no way I could stay in DC. It was way too hot.