Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by BlaQue

  Seeing Dread there surprised me being that I didn’t know if he was there for me or for NiQue. I made my way to my seat and avoided making any eye contact with him. During the service I could feel him watching me and I wanted so desperately to talk to him and see what he knew about what was going on. Just because I didn’t want NiQue to know how deep my friendship was with him, I refrained from making any eye contact with him at all.

  The service was nice. Well…as nice as a home going could be. The preacher, who had never met my father, said so many wonderful things about him that you would have thought they were old friends. He only spoke on the good things we had told him my father had done for the community such as providing the funds for the new Boys and Girls Club to be constructed and the soup kitchen he donated thousands of dollars to each year. Not one word was spoken about his profession as a bonafide gangster and drug lord.

  After the services were over, we were escorted out by our security detail and into the waiting limo. The pall bearers, dressed in white with white kid gloves, walked my father’s body out into the waiting hearse. Daddy’s body was then taken back to the hood where he grew up. He was to be buried in Mount Olivet in Trinidad Northeast. I watched them take my father’s body from the hearse and place him over his open grave. Daddy was to be lowered into his grave while we were there. I wanted to leave nothing to chance. We exited the limo, and seated right in front of the casket followed by friends and family. That’s when I noticed them. There were several men dressed in black that stood far off enough that they wouldn’t be noticed, but close enough to tell that they were there for someone in our funeral party.

  I started feeling my heart beat quicken. I knew something with those niggas wasn’t quite right. First, they were dressed in the wrong color to be a part of Daddy’s home going and secondly, I didn’t recognize any of them. Epps must have sensed there was something wrong because he instantly got on point. He made eye contact with the rest of the goons we employed, and they started to move towards the uninvited guests. Right before they got close enough to the strangers, I saw the men dressed in black pull out high powered machine guns. I froze in place. Fear took over my body and I couldn’t move from the place I was seated. Epps saw everything unfolding and pushed me and Neko to the ground.

  There was madness unfolding all around us as the men dressed in black opened fire in my direction. I struggled to see what was happening as I was then rolled into my father’s open grave by Epps. From the pit of the open grave I could hear all of the screams and running of all of the people attending the funeral. I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t move. I just waited. I could hear babies crying and women screaming. I could hear the gunfire ripping through flesh. I could smell the very familiar scent of gun powder and hot flesh wounds. As much as I thought I was a bred killer, I could never get used to the sounds of death. Bodies dropping, and the gurgling of a wounded bystander fighting as they take their last breath, was something I could never get used to.

  When it seemed as though the hail of gunfire finally ceased, I took a deep breath. I could smell nothing but the cool earth that I had been forced into. I had remained still for what seemed like hours. I silently prayed that my friends and family were ok. Just as I was about to move to see if it was safe for me to call out for help, I saw Neko’s face over the side of the open grave.

  “YaYa, are you aight?” He almost whispered. I knew we weren’t out of immediate danger just by the sound of his voice.

  Next to him appeared Epps and the funeral director. They were lowering down jumper cables to help get me out of my father’s tomb. I jumped for the cables when they were within my reach and dug my feet into the sides of the enclosure. Once I was pulled free from my father’s grave, I lay there. I lay there on the side of the opening and just stared at the madness that had unfolded. My father’s casket was turned over and there were bodies of members of the funeral party sprawled around.

  I was brought out of my semi-trance by Neko who pulled me up to my feet and Dread had grabbed me around my waist, guiding me to the limo that had been driven over to the side of the grave to act as a shield. I got in and I vowed I would never be the same as we sped away. I knew there was a war brewing; but the question was, who was I battling?

  Chapter 21

  Upscale Ballroom

  Suitland Road

  Suitland, MD

  Once we arrived back at my hotel, I let Epps know I would be fine. I stepped into the suite and took off my suit jacket. I was startled by who was staring at me in the mirror. I was a mess. I had dirt caked all over my face, and my peach dress was stained from the grass and dirt from my roll into the grave.

  I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on until the bathroom was consumed in steam. I disrobed, then stepped into the hot water and felt every scratch and soon-to-be-bruise from the fall. I let out a gut-wrenching cry. I cried for my father. I cried for Oscar. I cried for my mother. I wish she would have been a real mother so I could have had her for strength. The thoughts of not ever having a mother made me cry even harder. Thinking of being in the world truly alone was enough to rock my very being. I had never given any thought to being without Daddy. I had just lived my life never knowing being alone until now.

  The water was stinging my body as it beat against my tender skin. I stayed there for the better part of an hour before the water ran cold and I emerged a different woman. I went in confused and drowning in my own thoughts and sorrow. I got out on some different shit. That bitch in me was kicking some knowledge in my ear and I was ready to listen to her. She was on some revenge shit. I didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought of me from then on. I was gonna’ seek revenge. I would have my day and I was gonna’ have all that I wanted. Someone was playing a hell of a game and I had to be the winner if I wanted to walk away with my life.

  I wrapped the soft, over-sized, towel around me and headed for the bed to lie down. That idea was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. Grabbing my purse, and retrieving Chase, I inched to the door as quietly as I could. After seeing it was Epps I opened the door. Epps wasn’t alone. Dread was standing to his right. He was still in his suit from earlier that day and he looked worn out. Epps finally spoke up after watching Dread and I eye each other.

  “Ms. Clayton, he insisted that he needed to talk with you. I checked him. He is unarmed.” Epps said.

  I stepped to the side and let Dread enter the room. I informed Epps that I would be ordering room service and that no one else should bother me unless it was my brother. He shook his head and backed away from the door. Pushing the door closed, I turned to face Dread who was standing watching me.

  “You know you could have told me who you were and what you had going on before I started giving a fuck about you YaYa.” He scowled.

  I couldn’t believe he was going to actually stand there and try and give me the third degree after all that had gone on. I felt like I was living in a real live episode of “Snapped.” Before I could unleash my pent-up fury on his smart mouthed ass, he moved to me and kissed me. His mouth was warm and inviting. It tasted the same way it did the first time we kissed. The hint of cinnamon was dancing around his tongue and I started to feel all of the tension leave my body. I knew I was wrong, but I didn’t care. I didn’t give a fuck because I had already decided to live each day as if it was my last. I kissed him back.

  He reached under my towel and squeezed my ass. His hands were rough, and it felt good against my moist skin. I knew right then it was on. Fuck NiQue and what she thought she felt for him. The moment before me was about forgetting about all of the shit happening to me. I let go of the towel that I had wrapped around my body and pushed away from him so he could get a good view of what he was about to enjoy. No words were spoken, I dropped to my knees right there in the front room of the suite and released his massive dick from his suit pants. He threw his head back and groaned as I slow stroked his thickness in my small hand. He unbuttoned his shirt, and I reached up and ran my free hand d
own his chiseled chest and stomach. I felt him shiver with each stroke and touch I gave to him. I looked up into his eyes and parted my lips and devoured all ten inches of him in my mouth. I took him deep into my throat and rocked with him as he began to pound my throat as if it were my pussy. I kept up with each stroke and enjoyed watching him as he made fuck faces while he fucked my wet mouth.

  “Damn girl,” was all he could manage to say over and over as he pumped harder and faster with each stroke. I flicked my tongue all around the head and made sure he could see each time my tongue danced around his engorged head. I could taste all of his pre-cum and decided that I was going to get mine too. I rubbed his balls and caressed them while he fucked my mouth and grabbed the back of my head; guiding me to suck him off the way he liked. I flicked my clit just to show him I was gonna be his stress reliever too. He was gonna’ remember this moment. He was going to get what I had wanted to give him since the first time I laid eyes on him.

  Dread pushed me away from him, not wanting to cum without getting the pussy. He pulled me up off of my knees and led me into the bedroom portion of the suite. I walked past him and got up on the bed and lay on my back. I spread my thighs and fingered my drenched pussy. That shit must have drove his ass crazy because he got on the bed and scooped me up and turned me over. I got in the infamous doggy style position and anticipated his entrance. Dread slid his body behind mine and reached around my body and pinched my nipples. My body was almost orgasmic with just that one touch. He released my swollen nipples and wrapped his hand around my throat; entering my wet pussy. He was so big that I could feel him stretching my walls to their capacity. I knew what it was like to feel pleasure and pain in one thrust. He pushed himself into me as far as he could go, and I could feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

  “Oh shit.” I yelped in reply to the serious dick he was giving me. He released my throat and grabbed my hair pulling me into him. He licked my neck and forced me to take all of him.

  “Gimme this pussy!” He grunted while fucking me hard. Pushing back onto his dick, I let loose. I came all over his dick. I didn’t want the wave of ecstasy I was on to end. He pushed my head down on the pillows and smacked my ass. I jiggled my cheeks to show him I wanted more. In return he smacked my ass harder. The stinging of the spanking was heightening my arousal. I came again.

  I was not going to be out done. I crawled away from him and pushed him onto his back and licked all of my juices from his thick wet member. He moaned and pushed himself upward towards my lips. I knew he was well on his way to entering bliss. I licked his dick clean and mounted him. I rode his dick backwards so he could watch as my tight pussy swallowed his huge dick. I bounced up and down as he smacked my ass causing me to cum all over again.

  “Oh shit baby, it feels so good.” I moaned.

  Now, he was slamming me down on his dick.

  “Fuck YaYa, I’m cumming!” He moaned.

  I felt his body stiffen as he exploded inside me. I continued to bounce up and down until he was practically begging me to stop. I came hard again and rolled off of him. I pulled the covers over myself.

  Breathing hard, Dread stared at me. “So, now what?” I asked only half caring about the response.

  “Girl, you are off the hook.” He chuckled, trying to catch his breath.

  “I guess we could start over by you telling me what the fuck is going on.”

  He reached for his pants and pulled out a tube that looked like a prescription bottle. The tube contained the prettiest buds of O.G. Master Kush I had ever seen. He twisted up a J and I proceeded to tell him from beginning to end what had happened. Well, I did leave out some stuff. There were some things he just didn’t need to know.

  I told him about Daddy and what line of work we were in. I told him how Neko entered the picture, and I also told him about Papi and how he may have had something to do with Daddy’s death. I explained that Papi had forced me to leave the club with him the night we had met. After telling him all that I could, I waited for him to say something. He just looked at me like I was making up shit.

  “You don’t believe me do you?” I asked him.

  “It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just a lot to take in. You got a lot of shit going on baby girl. The question is how do you get out of it?” He finished.

  “I hadn’t put much thought to it. I don’t even know where to begin.” I said biting my lip. I didn’t know what I was going to do. The one thing I did know was that there was going to be more blood shed.

  “Well, you better do something because you got niggas hunting for your ass and you better get them before they get you!”

  I took a pull from the blunt and pondered on his last statement. I needed to put some thought into who was gunning for me. For all I knew, it could have been someone close to me. It could have been any number of people. I exhaled and let out a plume of smoke. I felt my stomach growl and decided that I better eat something because I hadn’t had anything all day. We ordered room service and Dread decided to stay with me through the night because being alone was not an option. I felt safe with him there. We made love all night long and I finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber. I had slept for what felt like hours, when my cell started to dance across the night stand next to the bed. Still half sleep, I grabbed my phone and saw that it was Neko calling me.

  “Hello.” I answered groggily.

  “YaYa, some shit just went down around NiQue’s people’s house and I had to get out of there fast.” He said between breaths.

  All I could think was, not again. I looked over my shoulder to make sure I hadn’t disturbed Dread. After ensuring he was still asleep, I got out of the bed and left out the bedroom and into the living area of the suite.

  “Where are you now?” I asked Neko whispering into the receiver.

  “I am in a cab headed to your hotel.” He responded.

  “What happened?” I asked frantically. I really didn’t want to hear any more bad news, but I braced myself for the inevitable.

  “I can’t explain that right now.” Neko said. “I’ll be there in under ten minutes.” Then the line went dead.

  I went straight to the hallway to find Epps and let him know that Neko was on his way to the hotel. I also had Epps go down to the front desk and make arrangements for Neko’s stay at the hotel. I had made up my mind that we could not be separated. Once Epps left, I started to make my way back to the bedroom portion of the suite. I was surprised to see Dread sitting up in the bed smoking a J with a puzzled look on his face.

  “You like disappearing without saying shit?” He asked.

  “Naw, my brother called my cell and I had to speak with Epps. Something happened and my brother is on his way here. He didn’t wanna talk over the phone.

  A defeated looked spread across Dread’s face. I could see that all of my drama was not a good look for the rising star. He couldn’t be associated with a slain drug lord’s murderous daughter. He had too much to lose fucking with me. He got out of the bed and found his clothing that had long since been tossed to the side during our night of passion.

  “YaYa, when you clean up whatever mess you’re in holla at me.” He said firmly.

  “Rappers tell stories of their lives through their music. The thing of it is, I want to live long enough to tell the story. Fucking with you is dangerous. I got my career, not to mention my life, to think about.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head while I just stood there like a deer caught in headlights. I couldn’t believe the nigga was carrying me because of some shit I had no control over. I stood in silence, dumbfounded, because I had no idea what to say. Part of me wanted to beg him to stay because I didn’t want to face whatever news Neko had for me alone. The bitch in me wanted to shoot his ass for fucking me and trying to leave. I couldn’t blame him though. I blew into his life and I am sure he could write a whole fucking album with just the shit going on in my life in one week alone.

  “Aye, call me when you get this shi
t straight. You know how to get up with me.” Dread said. He kissed my lips and exited out of the bedroom. I heard him leave out of the suite’s main entrance as Neko was coming in.

  I gathered my composure because I had to take in whatever news Neko had for me. I walked into the front living area and hugged my brother who had a look of shock on his face.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, stepping out of his embrace.

  He made his way to the wet bar and opened the bottle of Remy. He didn’t speak, he just took a swig from the bottle. I had no idea my brother was drinking too. The more I looked at him, the more I noticed that his being a part of my life was tearing him down slowly. He had bruises on his shoulders from where he had hit the dirt at Daddy’s funeral, and his eyes were cold and had huge bags under them like he hadn’t slept since the drama had all began. The innocence was gone.

  “YaYa, after we dropped you here, I went to NiQue’s and there was a shooting. They got her brother. They ran up in the house and got him. They stole all of the money and coke in the joint and shot him.”

  “Oh my god! Was anyone else hurt?” I asked.

  “Naw. It was like they were going after him and him only. They knew where to find everything they were looking for. They didn’t take anything else or fuck with anyone else. I don’t even know how they got past the front door without us knowing. It was a set-up.” He said taking another gulp of Remy from the bottle. He flopped on the couch and stared at me like he was waiting for me to have the answers.