Dirty DNA 2: 'Til Death Do Us Part (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by BlaQue

  Somehow, the man I had vowed to help capture the killer of his entire murdered family knew the young woman whom I had just killed. There was no way I could face him. He had already gone through so much. There was no way of telling who the girl was to him, and her death might be the news that would send him over the edge. I was not going to be anywhere near him when he found out there had been another murder close to him. For all I knew, another murder could very well be the final straw that would cause him to flip out and commit a murder himself for sure!

  Chapter Nine

  Mambo Sauce

  “Welcome to DC”

  Neko

  I woke up to Pinky entering my condo using the spare key I had given her. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and it was after four in the morning.

  “Good morning sexy.” I said into the darkness.

  It was still dark outside so I couldn’t see her, but I knew it was her. No one else had access to my home besides her. I trusted no one else enough to give them a key.

  “Hey baby. I didn’t mean to wake you.” she said in her husky voice. Her voice reminded me of the singer Mariah Carey-Cannon with its deep sultry tone.

  I knew she had worked at the club and I figured she was coming over because it was her birthday and she was expecting her gift.

  “Hey birthday girl, how does it feel to be a year wiser, a year better, and a year older?” I asked her.

  “It feels the same. Not too much different from any other day.”

  “How was the club tonight?”

  “I made a killing!” she said moving about the room navigating her way through the darkness.

  I felt the bed lower on the opposite side. I could smell the warm, vanilla sugar Bath and Body Works scent emanating from her voluptuous body. She cuddled up to me and we drifted off to sleep.

  I woke up a few hours later and Pinky was still fast asleep. I eased out of the bed and decided to fix her breakfast. I headed down the hallway and peeked in the den at the thirty-one helium balloons I had hidden inside. My plan was to surprise Pinky with her gift, which was a platinum pink, diamond heart Necklace, along with breakfast in bed. I knew she would love the necklace simply because it was pink. I also planned to take her shopping for a new bike and let her pick out a custom paint job which I knew she would want. I was going to foot the whole bill. I was thinking dinner for two at the Melting Pot and then back to my place for a long session of her thanking me for her gifts. I had to admit, ole’ girl has a special place in my heart. I knew she did her and I did me, but we had a special type of bond with one another.

  I fixed breakfast and placed it on a tray and headed back to the bedroom. I knew Pinky would be ready for some serious love making after she saw the pink balloons attached to the box containing the necklace. Before I could get down the hallway with the tray of food and the balloons, I heard Pinky screaming. I ran the rest of the way down the hall trying not to spill anything on the carpet. Once I made it to the room, Pinky was sitting straight up in the bed and staring at the television which she must have turned on after I crept out of the room.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She had fresh tears pouring from her big doe eyes, tracing the path of each one of her light brown freckles. She didn’t speak, she just pointed towards the television and I immediately dropped the tray of food that I tried so carefully to preserve in my sprint down the hall.

  The words, “BREAKING NEWS” were flashing across the screen and Fox 5 News was reporting the murder of Khalia York. A picture of the girl was shown over top of the live footage of the crime scene. I stepped over the mess I had made on the floor, and rushed to turn up the television.

  “The body of a seventeen-year-old girl, identified as Khalia York, was found behind the infamous Stadium Nightclub. She was the apparent victim of a robbery gone horribly wrong. Police are not releasing any other information until the victim’s family can be notified. If you have any information in regards to this case, please contact Crime Solvers at 202-555-5555.”

  I switched the television off and scrambled to get to Pinky’s side of the bed. She sat there not moving, as though time had stopped. She was still staring at the television screen that was now blank. I held her in my arms and rocked her. I tried whatever I could to get a response from her, but she would not budge. I had never seen her vulnerable before. I knew the heartache she was feeling. I knew it all too well. The loss of your sister is a tough pill to swallow.

  Chapter Ten

  Critical Condition Band (CCB)

  “Butterfly”

  Dread

  I hated being late. I was heading out the door to the airport to my show in Georgia. Joseah was following behind me trying to help me pack up last-minute items that I had forgotten to pack. The baby was wrapped tightly in her arms and the situation seemed so odd to me. NiQue should have been the one doing all of the things that Joseah was doing.

  “Señor, when will you be returning home?” she asked.

  “I should only be gone for about a week or so.”

  “Señor Evans we need to talk and it is very important that we speak!” she said frantically.

  “Joseah, I am in a rush. My flight leaves in an hour and a half and I have to get to BWI. If I miss this flight, I will have to hear a bunch of crap from Crack.” I said sifting through different jewelry pieces.

  “But, señor…”

  I interrupted her before she could protest and make me even later than I already was.

  “We will have to talk about it another time Joseah; really I cannot do this right now!”

  “Chu wife is acting strange and I am worried about what she will do to the baby!” she blurted out.

  I stopped looking through the pieces of assorted chains and focused on what Joseah was saying. Just then NiQue walked in the kitchen and Joseah stopped in her tracks. All conversation and whatever Joseah was going to say ceased. I could tell she was shook. I had to admit the look on NiQue’s face was enough to knock an elephant over with a feather. I was curious where Joseah was headed when she said she was worried about what NiQue would do to the baby.

  “Good morning!” NiQue said in a sing song manner.

  Joseah held the baby even closer to her bosom and would not move. I could tell there was something going on between them but I didn’t know what, nor did I have the time to try and sort it out.

  “Morning babe, can you help me grab a few things before I head out? I was supposed to pack up some other promotional stuff last night, but I ended up in the studio and well, you know how that goes.” I said to NiQue.

  I went to her and gave her a kiss as a peace offering for the way I had acted the night before. I purposely slept in the baby’s room because I felt horrible for sleeping with that stripper bitch.

  “Sure, what do you need?” NiQue responded.

  “Can you get me a breakfast sandwich whipped up and a glass of OJ? I hate eating that airport food.”

  “Why can’t she do it? Ain’t that what we pay her for?” she said glaring at Joseah.

  “Damn ma, aren’t we cranky this morning; and “no” we pay her to care for the baby while we handle business.” I responded trying to smooth over the bad vibes rising in the kitchen.

  “I have been meaning to talk to you about that. I think we should take care of the baby more on our own so she won’t get attached to being with a stranger.” NiQue said throwing major shade.

  Joseah clutched the baby even tighter and the tension was so thick in the room you could cut it with a knife. I knew something had gone down with the two of them, but neither would say what had happened. I didn’t exactly have the time to try and figure it out either. My time to get out of the house and make that flight was ticking down and I didn’t have the time to break up the girl fight NiQue and Joseah had going on. NiQue walked pass Joseah and rolled her eyes. She went on to do as I asked and fixed me a breakfast sandwich.

  I finished stuffing the promo cd’s and posters into the carry-on bag
I planned on taking with me. Joseah gathered the YaSheema’s bottle and headed out of the kitchen to feed and change her. I finally sat down to enjoy the turkey bacon, egg white and cheese sandwich that NiQue made for me. I turned on the television that was in the kitchen and flipped through the channels before settling on the news. Nothing but the same old shit was happening in the world until there was a breaking news report about a murder at the Stadium Club the night before.

  NiQue started in again on why Joseah needed to be fired and I shushed her. I turned up the volume on the 32” flat screen that was built into a nook in the wall of the kitchen, and focused in on what had happened at the club. The reporter was giving up information on the young woman whose body had been found by an employee of the club. The body was badly beaten and the employee found it when they took out the trash from an event held there just hours before.

  I shook my head at the senseless violence, and silently thanked God that I had left the club when I did. I damn sure didn’t need the press on my ass about some youngin’ getting robbed and left for dead at one of my venues. I didn’t pay the news flash any more attention. Quickly, I washed down the rest of my sandwich and was getting ready to put my plate and glass in the sink when the reporter began an interview with another employee of the club who happened to be the victim’s sister.

  The glass and the plate slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor when I saw Chyan “Pinky” York’s sad, but beautiful face. According to the reporter she was the sister of the victim. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and seeing. NiQue came in the kitchen to see what the noise was about and what had me shook. When she saw the image of Pinky on the television her mouth fell open.

  “Oh my goodness. Babe you know her? She used to work for my brother and YaYa’s father.” NiQue said.

  I nodded, too stunned to speak. Truth is I didn’t know she had worked for YaYa or NiQue’s family, but I did know her. NiQue stood there staring at me and waiting for me to say something.

  “It was her birthday celebration we performed at last night. I didn’t meet her until I performed last night” I said trying to hide how I really knew the shapely pole queen.

  “The way you are acting I thought you knew her personally.” NiQue said suspiciously.

  “Naw, it just caught me off guard to see that it was her sister that was murdered. That’s all.” I stuttered.

  “Well, believe me, whoever did that shit to her folks better relocate from the city. That bitch is one of the wildest bitches on the map. She used to work for my…I mean, YaYa’s father; and if I know one thing about her, she will make whoever did this to her family pay dearly!” NiQue said excitedly.

  “What do you mean she is one of the wildest bitches on the map?” I questioned.

  “Pinky is a paid killer. When I said she worked for YaYa’s dad, she used to put in that work. If you needed to have a nigga’s head hit, she was the one you called. She is a regular ole’ assassin.” NiQue said nonchalantly. She spoke of the woman being a killer as casually as someone would talk about the weather.

  I sat there wondering how in the hell had I not known who she was! I got to thinking about how close to my own family she was and I was instantly shaken because of it. What if she spoke with NiQue and told her how we met? What if she found out that my future wife was associated with her former employers. I knew she looked a little familiar, but when you have seen so many chicks on the regular, you tend to forget where you knew them from. The faces kind of ran together after a while.

  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had seen her at YaSheema’s funeral! She stayed to herself and she stood in the back of the funeral parlor. You would have missed her if it weren’t for those pink dread locks. How the fuck could I forget?

  NiQue was busying herself with cleaning up the mess I had made with the glass and plate. I sat there daydreaming about the night before and wondering how I hadn’t put it all together. I shrugged it off and gathered my stuff, making my way to the foyer to catch my flight. NiQue ran behind me.

  “Baby, can I take you to the airport? I didn’t get to spend any time with you last night and I think I am starting to get a handle on this PPD shit.” she said. She hugged me and it felt so good. It felt like my relationship with my fiancé was returning to normal. I hugged her back and tilted her chin so we could engage in a kiss. Something we hadn’t done since before baby YaYa was born. I was glad I could see the old NiQue in her eyes. I was a creature of habit, and I hated change. I was thrilled to know she was putting forth an effort to make us work.

  “Sure babe!” I said, dropping my bags at the door remembering to kiss my daughter. NiQue headed out the door and I let her know I wanted to kiss the baby bye. I made my way up the steps and into the nursery where I found Joseah sitting in the rocking chair holding my baby girl who was the spitting image of me. I kissed YaSheema who was cooing like she was carrying on a conversation and then I gave her back to the nanny who looked more than afraid. She looked petrified that I was leaving.

  “Señor Evans, chu no believe what I say to chu; but chu wife is evil and when chu return I will be leaving my position. I don’t want to be responsible for what she might to do to me, chu, or the baby.” she said firmly.

  “Joseah, she has been under a lot of stress lately and we really need you. I hope you will reconsider leaving us, but if you do decide to leave, I understand.”

  She nodded her head like she understood what I was saying. I didn’t have time to try and hash things out with her. I had other shit to do. I made my way back down the steps grabbed my bags and headed out the door to my truck where NiQue was waiting to drop me off at the airport. Something told me to hold off on the trip to Atlanta; but the showcase was what my career needed to get me in the XXL Freshmen Top Ten Edition. I closed the door not knowing it would be the last time my home would be normal!

  Chapter Eleven

  Backyard Band (BYB)

  “Unibomber”

  NiQue

  I dropped Dread off at BWI and it seemed like we were going to be able to work through the rough patch we were going through. The night before he was a little hesitant to be in my presence, which was totally understandable because of the way I had been treating him the past three or so months. But the morning had gone well and it seemed as though things were looking up for us; that is until Joseah had to stick her nose where it didn’t belong.

  “I’m glad you and your nigga are making nice with one another.” Pajay said sarcastically.

  I almost swerved off of the road when she interrupted my thoughts. I focused my attention on driving and attempted to ignore her banter. I knew she didn’t mean what she had said about me and Dread.

  “I hope the two of you don’t make any more of those disgusting, little, bastard babies. It’s going to take us months to get that baby weight off.” she said sucking her teeth.

  “Pajay watch your mouth! That is my daughter you’re referring too. She is not disgusting and she has nothing to do with your pointed anger.” I harshly scolded her. She was really testing me. I knew once she had caught Joseah trying to drop a dime on us that she was going to be in rare form. And as expected, I was stuck listening to her ass going off.

  “I wish you would stop being so damn naïve. What are you going to do about that babysitter? She keeps butting in where she doesn’t belong?” she asked.

  I hated to admit it, but Pajay was right; Joseah was going to have to be dealt with. She had caught me, one too many times, talking to who she “thought” was myself. I was just trying to get my life in order, and I was not going to have her destroying what I had worked so hard to get. I pushed the pedal down to the floor and shot up 295 South. Music pumped loudly in my ears as I tried not to think about what had to be done in order to keep my home life in order, and my relationship peaceful. We pulled up in front of the house and my mind was made up. I hit the doorway and didn’t say a word to Joseah who I knew was somewhere in the house. I went straight towards the baby’s room to
make sure she wasn’t anywhere near Joseah. I climbed the steps to her room being careful not to make too much noise. I pushed the door open to the nursery quietly and the baby was snuggled under her pink blanket. I left as fast as I had come, pulling the door shut behind me. She was safe.

  “You know you are full of shit and you aren’t going to really go down there and handle that old bitch. You depend on her to be the mother that you ain’t never had but always wanted.” Pajay said trying to hype me up.

  She was taunting me. Her voice was making my adrenaline pump faster through my veins. It was as if Pajay knew exactly how to make me mad and push me into situations just so she could react. She was a shit starter and I hated her for it too! She had a way of proving, time and time again, that I was weak. Pajay would take me to new levels of anger. Forcing me to the brink of insanity, she had a way of taking me there and then right before I would do some unthinkable shit just to shut her up, I would think of the consequences and back down. I would think about possibly going to jail or even ending up dead. I would reconsider the shit I was doing and that’s when Pajay had full control. She would step in to finish the job I was too chicken shit to go through. Then like the sucker she really was, she would leave me to clean up behind her mess.

  “Leave me alone Pajay. If this is going to work, I need you let me handle it.” I said trying to get her to shut up and let me think. “If this is going to be done, it’s going to be done my way this time. Only fools act off of impulse, and when you don’t think things through, you end up with the Feds at your door. Then they call in those doctors who wanna analyze us! Do you want that?” I asked.