Free Street Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page B

going?”
    â€œHome. Fuck this shit.” He tries to shake me loose. “This shit ain’t my problem.”
    I tighten my grip. “You can’t leave us here.”
    Drey laughs and snatches his hand free. “Watch me.”
    Jumping up, I chase after him. “Drey, please. You gotta help me!”
    â€œI ain’t gotta do shit.” He strolls back toward his car.
    â€œGoddamn it. Please! I swear, I’ll do anything you ask. Just help me with my girl.” That shit gets him to slow down. “Absolutely anything you want.” I grab him by the shirt and pull him up against my body. “Anything and for however long you want it.” I slide my hands down inside his pants and give his hairy nut sac a good squeeze. “Word is bond.”
    A small smile hooks the side of Drey’s lips as he peeks down into my chocolate cleavage. “Any freaky shit I want?”
    â€œAnything.” I move my hand from his balls to grip his dick for a few strokes. Niggas around here don’t do shit without getting something in return.
    â€œA’ight, then.” He nods before turning back around. “You better not renege on this shit neither.”
    My shoulders slump with relief as I follow him back. While she’s still passed out, Drey has no problem scooping her up off the ground and carrying her to his rusted-out piece of shit, where he tosses my girl into the backseat like she’s a rag doll.
    â€œGoddamn it. Be careful,” I bark, and then climb into the backseat, too.
    Drey rolls his eyes. “Muthafuck that bitch,” he mutters under his breath, and then slams our door. “Lucky my ass ain’t dumping her ass into the trash.”
    Ignoring him, I turn my attention to Ta’Shara. I don’t know whether I should wake her or let her sleep this shit off. But what the hell happened to her? And where the fuck is Profit? I close the robe she has on because her bruised chest and breasts are making my stomach churn and lurch.
    Drey climbs behind the wheel and then shifts this death contraption into reverse, which of course causes his busted-ass tailpipe to complain with another loud-ass BANG! “Where to?”
    â€œThe Med. That’s the closest, right?” I ask.
    â€œFine. But we’re doing a drop-and-roll.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œSave the bullshit. That’s the deal or both y’all muthafuckas can get the fuck out of my ride right now.”
    â€œThat’s fucked up.”
    â€œNah. Whoever done that shit to your girl is fucked up, but you need to stop and put two and two together before you start thinking about getting involved.”
    â€œWhat the fuck are you talking about?”
    He rolls his eyes like I’m the stupidest muthafucka who has ever walked the earth. “The last time we saw your girl, she was rolling up out of the prom with that slob Profit. They were both cheesing and rubbing on each other like they didn’t know they were violating a whole much of fuckin’ rules. GD and Vice don’t mix, you feel me?”
    â€œTa’Shara is not a Queen G.”
    â€œShe is by blood. You know that shit. Don’t play crazy.”
    I do know it, and I haven’t wasted another moment’s breath trying to convince Ta’Shara of the dangers of her and Profit going public. Hell, even her sister had stepped to her and told her ass point-blank to end the shit. But my girl has been dick-crazy. The more you tell her not to do something, the more determined she is to stay with the muthafucka.
    â€œThat dead nigga we saw being chalked earlier,” Drey continues. “Your girl’s missing nigga and her ass looking like that tells me that some street politics has caught up with they asses and it was done by our people. Why else was she on this side of town? Huh?”
    Everything this corner hustler is saying is making perfect sense.
    â€œCheck her