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

was something special about her the first day we saw
her. She got balls. I knew she couldn’t just be fucking with this
lame nigga for nothing.” He chuckled at his own joke. What they
didn’t know was that I had been fucking with him for nothing. His
betrayal is what caused me to fuck Papi on his block. It was me
being mad for being used. It was just a minor mind fuck which had
turned into a great big fuck you. Now, I had plans on fucking Papi
big time.
    Juan laughed and stepped forward towards
Papi. “Well, I see your dick has caused you a problem chico. You
got caught slipping and a chick is the one who has you by your
balls. Damn homie, did you ever think you would be caught like
this? Now, I am going to ask you one more time. Do you have my
money? Before you answer, don’t gimme no more excuses about your
bitch here having it, or her being the cause of you not having my
money.” He said pointing at me.
    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