Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) Read Free

where I was born and raised until my father
decided we needed to be upgraded. ShaniQua and I had been best
friends since we were babies. She was the sister of one of my
father’s lieutenants who was responsible for dropping off product
and picking up money.
    My father paid his people well, so ShaniQua
was well off; but she wasn’t doing it big like I was. In the eyes
of the folks in the hood, ShaniQua was a ghetto princess and people
respected her gangster. NiQue and I were thick as thieves, and
everyone in the streets knew we were going to be running shit once
our folks passed on the torch. NiQue was on the thicker side just
like me. She had a creamy complexion. She was a “red bone” with a
mean swag. NiQue knew the power of pussy and used it frequently to
get what she wanted. 
    “NiQue, I almost crushed her in front of my
dad. I know she is down there trying to con her way back into the
house, but I got plans for that ass.” I said.
    Just as we started to speak on some nigga
NiQue was craving to give the booty to, I heard a knock on my
door.
    “NiQue, someone is at my door. It’s probably
my dad and I rather you not hear him let me have it about this
hoe.”
    “Aight girl, call me when you’re done.”
NiQue laughed as she hung up.
    I hit the end button on the phone just as my
father entered the room. “YaYa, Christa will be staying here until
she gets herself clean.” He stated with authority. “I will not
tolerate the bickering between the two of you while she and Neko
are here.” He continued.
    I stood there in shock as my father told me
my crack head mother would be staying in our home while she
rehabbed.
    “Daddy, why does she have to stay here?
Can’t she go to a shelter? They got plenty of shelters for crack
head whores.” I whined.
    I knew I had crossed a line. My father
looked at me like he never had before and I knew what was coming
next was not going to be good.
    “YaSheema, I don’t know who you think you
are talking to, but it certainly ain’t me. Did you forget about who
calls the shots around this muthafucka’?” He growled.
    I must have looked as
though I was in shock about the whole thing because my father’s
face softened. “YaYa, it is only gonna’ be for a hot minute and
then she and Neko are out. This is temporary, just so she won’t be
dragging that boy from place to place. I am ordering Ledo’s for you and Neko.
I thought it would be a good idea if you and Neko spent some time
together, seeing that he is your brother and all.”
    With that my father turned and walked out of
my room. I thought my father had lost his damn mind. He let this
woman sucker him into letting her stay. I knew the real reason my
father let her stay, he had a soft spot for charity case youths
like Neko. He grew up without a loving home, and he never wanted to
see a youngin’ down on their luck and fighting just to live day by
day.
    I took all of those things into
consideration and thought about my, “not so little brother” who I
would get a chance to know. Christa and I could squash our shit for
a little while for his sake. I eased out of my room to see if Neko
was adjusting to his new surroundings. He was in the guest room
sketching a picture.
    “Wassup wit’ chu’?” I asked sitting Indian
style on the floor next to him.
    “Nothing, just sketching a picture of you.”
He said with an innocence I instantly fell in love with. He seemed
like he was nothing like our mother.
    I sat with Neko long into the evening. I
guess being an only child made me long for companionship. I never
really realized that I wanted a sibling. Neko had just finished his
pizza as though it were his last meal. I watched him closely and
studied him. He was surprisingly well mannered for someone with a
devastating upbringing as I am sure he had.
    “Neko, this is your room.”
    He looked around like he was in a fairytale.
“This is my room?” His grey eyes, which resembled mine, showed
their appreciation. Neko pulled