Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) Read Free Page B

bitch, and it won’t be on Twan’s lil dick!”
    We both cracked up laughing as we walked to
the counter to pay for our items. We shopped for a few more hours
before deciding to make our way back towards Georgetown. When we
arrived home, Christa was milling around the family room and I was
not particularly happy to see her tired ass.
    “Is that all you do? Spend money? Wait and
see…he will cut you off the way he cut me off.” She mumbled;
referring to the bags filled with all of the items I had just
purchased. She was high as gas prices. I knew Christa was trying to
cause a scene and I had been doing really well not falling for her
shit.
    “He will not cut me off.” I simply stated. I
wasn’t trying to get into an argument with her. I knew she was
looking for anything to use as ammo to have Daddy on her side so
she could post up a little longer. “I am in no mood for your shit
today lady, so I advise you to get out of our way.”
    NiQue and I tried to get around her and up
the staircase. Christa stepped in my path and grabbed me by my arm
with a force I never knew she could have in that frail ass frame of
hers.
    “Look here little girl, before all is said
and done ‘round here, I will have all that you took from me. You
owe me and I will get everything due to me.” She said coldly.
    I dropped my bags on the parquet floor and
stepped up to Christa. I used one hand to back her into a wall and
I grabbed her around her throat with the other hand.
    “Maybe you don’t understand, this is my
house bitch, and if you think you are going to be here much longer
you got me fucked up!”
    I was shaking Christa. She had long since
let go of the hold she had on my arm. Instead she was gasping for
air and clutching at my hand around her neck.
    “I see through this bullshit you trying to
pull. Daddy may not see, it but I see it. Fuck it, I’ll kill you
myself!”
    I took my other hand and placed it alongside
the one that was cutting off her air supply. Christa started to
turn red and I wanted her dead. I wanted to watch her fall to the
floor lifeless. Just as I thought about snapping her neck like a
chicken, NiQue stepped in and grabbed me.
    “Nooo…YaYa!” She cried. “Not here, not now,
we got company.”
    I looked over my shoulder only to see my
new-found brother, Neko, watching me throttle and shake his
no-good-ass Momma like a dog in the street. I released my grip from
her throat and wanted to say something to Neko. The words wouldn’t
formulate. He just stood there looking from me to Christa and back
again.
    “What cha’ got in the bag for me?” He chimed
in trying to break up the bad scene.
    “I might have something in here for you.” I
said hinting at the bags I had dropped in the confusion. I gathered
my belongings, and Neko and NiQue followed me up the stairs as if
nothing had even happened.
    “Awww, shit! YaYa your
brother got it going on! Here try this.” NiQue said to him
handing him a black fitted cap that matched the jeans and Jordan’s he was proudly
sporting.
    Neko looked happy and I was grateful that I
had the chance to spend time with him. Just when I thought my day
was going better, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I swung
open the door to find Christa on the other side of it with her bags
behind her.
    “Neko, take off that silly
shit and come on let’s go!” She said like she was talking to a
child instead of a grown man. Her words cut through me like a
knife. Where did she think she was going
with my brother?
    “Christa, go ahead with all that. You know
you ain’t going anywhere and neither is he.” I said pointing to
Neko who stood off to the side looking for any reason to go with
Christa.
    “That’s my son, not yours. Neko, I know you
ain’t really considering staying here with all I have done for you.
Hell, I took care of you by myself all your life.” Christa
whimpered as she pushed her way into my room.
    Neko just stood there off in the corner not
wanting to be taken from