Free Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue Page A

doesn’t
exist?”
    His eyes were squinted and I could tell he
had had one too many drinks too. That mixed with my obvious
distaste for him was making for a bad showdown. Fuck the Wild West.
It was about to be on and popping and there really wasn’t much to
stop it either.
    “Papi, this is not the time of place for
this shit. I am warning you, not tonight!” I tried to walk off
calmly like nothing had happened. Apparently, Papi was not going to
look like he got played in front of his boys or anyone else for
that matter.
    “Bitch, you owe me! And now it’s time to pay
up hoe!” He said, grabbing my arm. NiQue sobered up enough to know
that it was about to get ugly.
    “Wassup Papi? I haven’t seen you in a while.
How have you been?’ NiQue said with her eyes darting back and forth
trying to locate help.
    “NiQue mind your fucking business. This is
between me and YaYa.”
    Papi yanked me towards the entrance of the
club.
    “NiQue, I got this. I am just gonna go and
talk to him and settle this shit.” I said, not knowing who I was
trying to convince – her or me.
    In all actuality, I had no idea how I was
gonna handle the shit that was about to go down. I was unarmed and
I could be walking out of the club to my death. Papi pushed me out
into the cool, summer night air, and took my hand so no one
passing by would be aware of the trouble that was coming. He led me
to his car and demanded that I get in.
    “YaYa you are gonna give me my money if you
wanna live.”
    I got into the passenger side and Papi drove
off. I had no choice. I was defenseless and my only way out was in
the glove box of my own car. I couldn’t believe I had gotten caught
slipping. If I had listened to NiQue, I wouldn’t have been out in
the first place and I definitely wouldn’t have been in the company
of a scrub ass nigga like Papi. The ride towards Baltimore was in
silence and I silently prayed that God was listening to my prayers.
Papi pulled in front of his home and told me to get out. I slid
from the car and slow stepped up the walkway. He opened the door
and pushed me inside. Once inside he flipped on the lights, but the
whole scene had changed. There were four armed men, two of which
were familiar. The two men I had seen in Papi’s house before were
there again, and apparently they weren’t invited to whatever Papi
had planned for me.
    “Buenos noches. I take it you aren’t happy
to see me Papi.” One of the men said.
    Papi started backing up to the door from
which we had just come. I could tell the situation was going to get
worse. I tried to figure out how I could out of the shit my pussy
had somehow gotten me into.
    “Juan, I got your money son. This bitch
right here has what I owe you. She is the reason I haven’t been
able to make the math right. This shady bitch has moved into my
arena with her father. They are the ones you should be after, not
me!” Papi stammered trying to get out of whatever he had gotten
himself into.
    I must admit it wasn’t looking too good for
me, but it damn sure wasn’t looking good for Papi either. That Juan
character didn’t look like he cared about what Papi was saying. He
motioned for me to come to him. Papi was reluctant to let me go,
being that I was his shield. If that mutha fucka let off a shot, I
was the only thing protecting Papi from getting smoked in the foyer
of his own home. Papi released the grip he had on me. He must have
felt like by telling Juan and his goons I was the cause of the
money being funny would ensure him his life being spared.
    “Chica, are you all he says you are?”
    I looked Juan in his eyes and could tell he
was about his money. He didn’t give a fuck about me or Papi. He
just wanted his money. I knew that either way things played out, I
wasn’t gonna go out like a bitch. I took my stance. “I only took
what was there for me to take. He left it out there and I took it.”
I stated with an attitude.
    Juan cracked a smile. “I like this bitch. I
knew there