Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by BlaQue

  Papi squirmed around and was sweating like two mice in a blanket fucking on a hot summer’s day. He looked around nervously and began to open his mouth to speak. Before he could utter one word, Juan emptied a clip into Papi’s body. His body looked like a life-sized connect the dot game. He was dead before his body even hit the floor. I watched him fall to the floor and didn’t even blink. Juan’s goons separated and engaged themselves in ransacking Papi’s house.

  “So you do know your little boyfriend’s debt is now your debt. What he owed me, you now owe me.”

  I rolled my eyes not believing the shit Papi was getting me into even in death. I didn’t owe them bammas shit, and I didn’t plan on giving them anything. Juan pulled his nine millimeter and aimed it at my head. “You understand what I am saying to you punta?” He asked sternly. I nodded my head up and down slowly, never taking my eyes off of his to show him I wasn’t afraid of whatever he threw my way. Juan’s thugs had re-entered the hallway and were ready to exit.

  “YaYa, you will do what I say. Once we have left I want you to call the police and tell them your boyfriend’s home has been burglarized. Tell them you all walked in the door and armed men stormed you at the front door. Other than that, you don’t know shit else. Can you handle that?”

  “I can handle it.” I responded.

  “Good, because I would hate to have to mark up that beautiful body of yours!” He said.

  The slimy bastard kissed my hand and walked over Papi’s bloody, bullet-riddled body, and walked out the door. I ran behind Juan and asked, “What did he owe you?”

  “He owed me twenty five G’s.” He said as he got into his car.

  “I know it is chump change for me but, it is the principle. He should have paid me or at least attempted to settle his debt with me.”

  I was stunned. Twenty-five thousand wasn’t shit. Hell, I know Papi had the money, but the cheap bitch just wasn’t trying to come up off of it. I walked back towards the house wondering if I should make good on paying Juan, just to keep him out of my hair. Besides, he could have possibly saved my life and didn’t know it. If for no other reason than his being at the right place, at the right time, was enough to pay him what Papi owed him. Before calling the Feds, I went through Papi’s house and took all that I wanted. I stuffed all that I had collected into the trunk of his car and called the police from my cell phone as Juan had instructed.

  The police were there in no time flat and I began crying big crocodile tears. When they found me I was on the floor next to Papi’s body like I cared about what had happened. I was weeping for the twenty-five grand I had to pay Juan. Not for the sorry sack of shit that was being carried out in a body bag. The police believed my story of a home invasion because the neighbors told the police that we had just pulled up, they heard the shots, and saw a mysterious truck speed off not long after the gun fire. After a round or two of questioning, I was home free and the police let me leave. I gathered my composure and drove off in Papi’s car which was going to be sold to the highest bidder by morning to keep me from having to pay the entire twenty five out of my pocket. I couldn’t believe that nigga was costing me money in death.

  My thoughts drifted from what had happened to how the hell it had happened. Where the fuck was NiQue? That bitch hadn’t even called me to see if I was alive or not.

  Chapter 13

  Big Chair Records

  MLK Jr. Avenue

  SE Washington DC

  The next morning I awoke to my cell phone ringing. “Yeah.” I answered groggily into the phone.

  “I’m glad to know you are aight girl. What the hell happened with you and Papi? Where is he? NiQue had bombarded me with at least six questions before I could even get a word in edgewise.

  “Girl, slow down! I can’t talk to you over the phone. Where are you gonna be in about an hour?” I asked her, somewhat annoyed at the fact that she was finally getting around to checking on my wellbeing. Damn near twelve hours had passed since the whole ordeal with Papi, and NiQue hadn’t blown up my phone to check on me.

  “I am going to get some breakfast at Denny’s on Benning Road. You can meet me there.”

  “Aight.” I said hanging up before I snapped on her for not being there when I needed her the most.

  I swung my feet over the side of the bed and tried to shake off the sleep that was trying to consume me. I had a lot of shit to work out, including what I was gonna do with that nigga’s automobile. I don’t know what possessed me to keep it instead of calling Daddy or Oscar. I’d much rather not involve them in the minor shit I had going on. I drug myself into the bathroom and started the shower. I let the hot water trickle down my skin which was the perfect treatment for washing my sins and cares away.

  My hands started wandering over my body and I realized that I had been so tied up in my work and nonsense that I had no time for play. I massaged my nipples into two hard knots and let my hands roam down to my sweet spot. Closing my eyes, I thought of Dread caressing my slick skin. I imagined it was his hand kneading into my flower. I closed my eyes tighter and I swear Dread was in the shower with me. I heard him say, “Now you can call me King too baby.” I exploded all over my hands. I didn’t want the feeling to end. I tried to hang on to the fantasy for as long as I could. That is until the water began to get cold. I cleansed my skin and felt like I could handle the shit I had to deal with. I could even deal with talking to NiQue without smacking her for not being a concerned friend. I got dressed and headed out to meet up with her so I could tell her what a crazy ass night I had been through.

  When I pulled into the parking lot in front of the Denny’s, I could see NiQue was already there. Why she was smoking a J in the hot ass parking lot, I will never know. She was always getting smacked. I knew I could smoke a grown man under the table, but NiQue was ridiculous. She spotted me pulling up and a Fed pulling up behind me. She successfully got the J out before he rode past her looking for a space. I swear that bitch needs rehab. I can get into some shit but, she was looking for trouble. Benning Road is not the place to be firing up a J. Especially not in the tiny ass parking lot we were in.

  I exited my car and walked towards the entrance. NiQue joined me after spraying herself down with some body spray so she could cover up the weed smell. I am glad she was smart enough to do that because the Denny’s was a Fed hang out. We waited in the small waiting area and being that it was Saturday morning; it was crowded as all get out in there. Half the waitresses were straight hood rats who all had bad attitudes and the dudes all looked like ex-cons. I know working at Denny’s couldn’t have been their dream job. The shade they were throwing and smug attitudes let you know that they hated their low-paying jobs. Once we were seated, NiQue couldn’t wait to start questioning me.

  “So, what the fuck happened last night?” She said sounding like a nosy ass teenager.

  “Papi took me back to his house.” I looked around nervously, hoping no one was listening to us. I doubted if they were because there was way too much going on around us for anyone to hear anything. I started to feel uncomfortable with talking to NiQue about the details. I shrugged off my doubt and continued with the assorted details.

  “While we were driving out there he didn’t say a word and you know I was shook ‘cause I left my tool in the car. Not to mention my blade was under the seat of my ride because I didn’t want any hassle from security at the club. When we get to his house he forces me inside. You would never guess what happened when we get inside. I ain’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. Papi must have pissed off the free-fucking world because there were dudes inside waiting on him. They shot his ass in front of me. They killed that nigga right in front of me.”

  “Stop acting like you have never seen a nigga get murked. We did the same shit a few months back or did you forget?” NiQue said menacingly. Her coldness caught me off guard.

  “Shhhh bitch. I don’t want the whole restaurant knowing all my business.” I said trying to get her to bring it down a notch.

/>   “Anyway,” I continued. “These niggas killed him and gave me instructions on what I had to do to live. They gave me a way out of the situation with Papi, but now I have to give them the twenty-five G’s Papi owed ’em.” I concluded. I intentionally left shit out to protect NiQue in case any of the shit came back on me.

  “Twenty-five G’s is a cake walk for you. Just give it to ‘em.” NiQue said she wasn’t seeing my point.

  “Bitch, twenty-five grand is way too much to be spending on that ignorant nigga who was gonna be deaded anyway! I wouldn’t want to spend a dime on his sorry behind. I can’t even believe you think paying off his debt is a solution.” I shot back.

  NiQue looked at me in a way I had never seen. She looked disgusted with me. “Life or death, you decide.” She said coldly. I sat there dumbfounded and pondered my next move. My thoughts were once again interrupted by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I had a text message from an unknown number. The message was simple and threatening all in one stroke. It read, “Twenty-five grand, one week.” I know NiQue could see the change in my attitude, and I didn’t feel like explaining what that was about. I wasn’t feeling her vibe, but I was going to try and move past it.

  “So, what happened to you that you didn’t come after me or try and see that I was aight?” I asked.

  “I was tied up girl. Literally! After you and Papi left the club, I needed a ride because you were the one that drove, and I was fucked up remember? I had no way to come after you. So, I waited until I saw your boy Crack and his wife Queen. I asked them if they could help me out with a ride. Crack got that dude who was shitting all over the mic, Dread, to run me around the way.” At the mention of his name I sat up and hoped that she wasn’t going to tell me that she had fucked my latest sexual conquest.

  “Girl, he drove me home and let’s just say, I thanked him immensely for the ride. Ya’ dig?” She laughed.

  I wanted to spit in her face. I knew that if that shit with Papi hadn’t played out the way it had, I would have been all on that dude Dread. I played my hate cool though. I didn’t want her to see I was upset in the least bit.

  “YaYa, that nigga was working with some fiyah down below; you hear me?” She continued.

  “So are you going to see him again?” I asked trying to act like I wasn’t jealous. She didn’t know I was trying to holla, so it wasn’t her fault. I started to soften my demeanor a little.

  “Aye, I didn’t even get his math. I wasn’t even trying to get it because I know if he wants this,” she said pointing to her stale ass pussy, “He will get up with me. I mean he did take me home so he knows where I live.” She finished.

  Something in me knew she was being dramatic. That nigga wasn’t hardly interested in her groupie ass and I knew it. She was trying to sice it up like it was nothing to her. I knew her better than that. NiQue ain’t really have the heart to ask that nigga for his number. She was probably feeling too ashamed to ask him for it after she had given him the punani.

  We chit chatted and I was ready to roll. I had had enough of being in that little ass Denny’s with a million and one things on my mind. NiQue and I agreed to get up with one another later. I told her I had to handle my problem and I rolled out. I was half way to my man Benny’s chop shop to try and negotiate a deal with Papi’s car when my cell rang again.

  “This is YaYa.” I answered.

  “YaYa, this is detective Gatsby. I am one of the detectives handling your boyfriend Papi’s case.” I looked at the number and tried to remember to store it in my phone as Private Dick so I wouldn’t answer it the next time his nosy ass called. I knew there would be a next time.

  “Yes sir, I remember who you are.” I said trying to sound sad. After all, my drug dealing boyfriend had been gunned down in his home in front of me less than twenty-four hours ago…or at least that was the story I was trying to sell.

  “Yes, ma’am, I was calling to see if there was anything else you could remember about the men who took your boyfriend’s life.”

  That stupid ass detective had no idea my skin was crawling at the sound of someone referring to Papi as my boyfriend.

  “All I can remember is all I told you sir.” I said sheepishly. We had just come in from a friend of mine’s function and when we entered into his home, four armed men bombarded us at the door.” I sniffled into the receiver.

  “Ms. Clayton, can you remember anything? Something…anything to help us? What were they wearing? Did they speak to you?” He questioned.

  “They all wore masks like I told you before. I couldn’t see any of their faces. All I remember is that the one who spoke had a thick accent. Detective, honestly Papi was involved in a lot of activity that would piss off Lucifer himself. It could have been anyone. He never involved me in any of his affairs. I never wanted to know more than I did. He said it was better that I knew very little.” I started really laying on the tears then.

  “Detective, I can’t really do this right now. I have a funeral to prepare myself for.”

  “Ok Ms. Clayton, I understand. If you can think of anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

  I promised him that I would call him if I could remember anything that I hadn’t already told him. I knew I looked like a suspect. Who the fuck walks into a hail of gunfire and walks away untouched? I continued out of the city and headed into Prince George’s County to Greenbelt where Benny owned a warehouse district. Inside his warehouses he stored all of the hot cars he had some of his boys lift from the street. Benny had a whole operation going from top to bottom. Within the docks of the warehouses were all kinds of cars; foreign and domestic. Luxury vehicles and exotic; it didn’t matter. Whatever you needed, Benny had it, and he also had his wife’s family in place at the DMV to make sure that you could easily register the vehicle with no problems.

  Benny owned a fleet of tow trucks. If you watch the news on the DMV, chances are you have heard about the mysterious happenings of folks having their cars towed away in the middle of the night. Yeah, well Benny had everything to do with it. His goons would case out places, find whatever vehicle suited their fancy, load them onto the flatbed tow trucks and roll out with them. I knew getting rid of Papi’s Lex was nothing for Benny. It was easy and clean. He and his guys didn’t have to run the risk of some angry car owner busting one at their asses for their car.

  Once I drove around to the loading docks where Benny had told me to meet him, there were some guys smoking cigarettes and talking shit. I cut the engine on my car and got out. Just as I was trying to decide which one of the greasers I was going to ask to go get Benny, he walked out of the docking bay.

  ‘YaYa what it do?” He said walking towards me with a big grin on his face. You would think he was eyeing me, but he was really peeping the car.

  You see Benny is just like Nicholas Cage in “Gone in Sixty Seconds.” He had much love for the cars he lifted. He had some kind of relationship with them. I almost felt sorry for his wife. She always came in second next to a car.

  “Hey Benny. You can stop drooling over my car; my baby is not for sell.” I said. The car I got for you is a Lexus 430. You can send your folks to get it today.

  Benny’s eyes widened at the sound of a Lexus. “What you want for it YaYa? Better yet, what’s wrong with it? Ain’t nobody just gonna’ give away a Lexus that ain’t got no problems.”

  “Look it was my boyfriend’s car and he got murked last night. I need the money to handle his funeral arrangements.” I lied. Benny knew what my family was about and he knew damn well that I didn’t have to sell a car for some bread, but hearing that my boyfriend got murked seemed to erase any reservations Benny had. Just like that I gave him the address to my house where he could pick up the car. I told him where the keys would be and everything. He gave me ten grand for the car and gave me an extra five for it being a no hassle transaction. I was more than half way to my goal of twenty-five thousand. I guess some was better than none. I would go and retrieve the rest of the money and give the mysterio
us men with revenge and murder on their minds, what they felt was rightfully theirs.

  I hadn’t seen too much of my father and Neko lately and spending time with them meant a lot to me all of a sudden, being that my life could have ended last night. I figured I would take them out for dinner at the Gaylord at The National Harbor. I heard the food was pretty good and there was a lot to do at the Harbor. I pulled into the garage of our home and saw that Papi’s Lexus was still parked in front of our home. I hopped out of my car and walked back to the driveway and popped the trunk of the Lexus. I don’t know what made me do it, but I felt like going through the car was in my best interest before Benny’s people’s arrived to take it.

  What I saw nearly knocked the wind out of me. The trunk contained four black leather bags. Two of them contained raw uncut cocaine and the other two bags contained neat stacks of cash that was bundled up. I looked around because I was out in the open and I knew I wasn’t always as alone as I had felt. I slammed the trunk closed on the car, hopped in the driver’s seat, cranked up the engine, and pulled the car into the garage next to my own car to inspect the contents of the Lexus in private. Unbeknownst to me, I had good reason to move the car to the garage because I most certainly was not alone.

  Chapter 14

  The Legend Nightclub

  Naylor Road

  Temple Hills, MD

  Detective Gatsby sat in his unmarked cruiser across from the Clayton home, eating a glazed donut and sipping re-heated 7-Eleven coffee. His partner, Detective Lockley, was sitting in the car with him, playing around on the laptop that was mounted into the car’s console. Gatsby hadn’t had a good feeling about the details of the case and decided that maybe they should watch the coming and goings of the late, Trevor “Papi” Yosemen’s girlfriend, YaSheema.