Dirty DNA 2: 'Til Death Do Us Part (G Street Chronicles Presents)
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I didn’t want to sex him on the floor of the warehouse, but I definitely wanted to sex him. I took his hand and mounted him. When I took all ten of those inches inside of my walls it felt like I was going to cum with that one stroke. I started to ride his pole slowly getting my body used to him. Once my kitty was ready, I rocked back and forth. Our bodies made music of their own. Up and down. He was watching my every move as I bounced up and down on his dick. He grabbed at my waist and thrust himself upwards, pushing himself as deep as he could go. I felt like I was in heaven and I didn’t want it to end. I wound my hips in a circle and he thrust his stiff member in and out of my pussy. I tightened my muscles around him. I wanted him to know how much pleasure he brought me. I felt my orgasm building again and he began to tremble beneath me. I knew he was just as close as I was.
“Oh God baby, I’m about to come!” I yelled out.
Our grunts and moans bounced and echoed off of the warehouse walls. I clawed at his chest trying to find something to hang on to as I came. He followed my lead and spilled his seed in my creamy treasure. I collapsed on his chest breathing heavy. I immediately started to feel guilty after we finished fucking. There was no way I was going to be able to keep this baby. I didn’t know whose baby it was, and I didn’t have it in me to hurt either Neko or Head. The tears started to well up in my eyes. I started to think about the inevitable, and it pained me to have to kill the baby growing inside of me, but I had no other choice.
I got up off of Head and started to pull my clothes on my body slowly. I turned my back to him in case my tears couldn’t be controlled. I didn’t need him seeing me cry and I wasn’t going to be questioned about it either. I put my game face on with every stitch of clothing I pulled on to my body. I still had a matter to handle which was Dread. He was still alive and I couldn’t leave him breathing. He had seen my face!
I had never missed my mark and this was a bad time for me to start.
Chapter Thirty
Northeast Groovers (NEG)
“Dip Dip”
Neko
Pinky had been calling my phone back to back for the last two days and I still didn’t know what I was going to say to her. I was in the office waiting on Head to arrive. We had talked a few days back and he was amped to work for me. He was given the name Hot Head for his temper. Somewhere along the lines his nickname was shortened to Head and I guess it stuck. It was fitting for him because once his temper flared, there was sure to be trouble.
I heard the chimes signaling that someone had entered the front area and rose to my feet to greet whoever was at the door. Damn, I’m not used to this shit! I had to do everything myself and I hated doing it. I missed Natalie. She was a nuisance, but she took care of the shit around the office I didn’t want to do. Shadow helped out as much as he could, but being my receptionist wasn’t his job. He had other shit to do. Even though Shadow was my right-hand man, I didn’t want him to know that I had planted Head there as protection. He may have thought I was soft for hiring a young gun. I had some of my late father’s traits in me; more than I liked to admit, but I didn’t like to get my hands dirty when it came to busting my guns. I was going to avoid that shit unless I had no other choice.
I made my way to the front and Head was standing in the reception area looking around.
“Wassup my nigga?” he said giving me a pound.
I started thinking maybe I had made a mistake hiring him. I had already had one hood bitch running the front area. Now I was having a hood nigga replacing her. His appearance screamed, “street.” Not saying there was anything wrong with that, I grew up in the streets and I was far from a sell-out; but this nigga had on skinny jeans, a pair of colorful Nikes and a shirt that matched none of the colors in his shoes. I know I had specifically told him the attire was “business casual,” not wear what the fuck you want! I knew I hadn’t really hired him to be the front desk help; however, I needed him to at least look the part. Everything about him said, “young, street, nigga!”
I could tell he felt my disapproval because he tried to pull his tight jeans up and cover his boxers that were peeking out. I didn’t have any problems with the way he was dressed if he were going out to the club, but I did have a problem with him not looking the part in the office.
“Sorry man, I was in a rush this morning when I left the house.” he said trying to cover up the fact that he wasn’t dressed properly.
“It’s cool man. It’s your first day. I don’t want anyone to know why you are really here. You have got to blend in. No one can know why you are here. They need to think you are just the front desk help. Let me show you where everything is.” I said, leading him around the office showing him where everything was and what he would be doing.
By the time I got him acclimated with the office and his duties it was already after noon. Shadow came in after I had shown Head the compartment that I had built into the underside of the desk. It housed two 9mm Glocks. I instructed him on how to make the compartment open and close. I already knew he didn’t need the shoot first and ask questions later spiel. He was hot headed and eager for something to jump off.
I had never been trigger happy unless the situation called for it. Head and I were the same age and we were totally opposite from one another. All I wanted from life was to make money, drive fast cars and fuck fine bitches. I had plenty of ends in the bank. I just needed to stay alive to enjoy it and keep the bitch I suspected of killing one of my many females off of my line.
Head and I wanted the same things, but we had different ways to get it. He wanted the money; but he would take a nigga’s head off to get it instead of trying to make it legally. He was every ghetto’s nightmare. I figured keeping him around to be on watch for Pinky, or whoever had gunned Natalie down, was one of the best things I could have done. He was one of the only people I knew hood with it who didn’t mind shooting a bitch if that was the case.
Shadow and I went to my office and left Head to himself.
“Who is that clown ass nigga you got at Natalie’s desk?” Shadow asked taking a seat in the chair directly across from mine.
I shook my head. You would have thought this was Shadow’s establishment the way he was questioning me.
“His name is Head, and I owed him a favor so I hired him to help out around here if you don’t mind boss!” I responded sarcastically.
Shadow almost doubled over laughing.
“This niggas name is Head? You can’t be serious? Check this shit though, he looks familiar. I can’t put my finger on where I have seen him before, but I have seen him around. What’s his real name?” Shadow said getting serious.
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t know Head’s real name and I ain’t care to know either. I tried to change the subject before Shadow got too nosy about who Head really was.
“Did you do what I asked you to do about Natalie?” I asked Shadow, giving him the eye. Shadow was a good dude, but he would get so wrapped in his drama with his baby mommas that he would get sidetracked. I had to check him for forgetting to handle important shit because he was too busy chasing ass and making babies.
“Yeah, I went to the police station and filed a missing person’s report on Natalie. They said they were going to send someone over to her home to check it out. They are short on manpower with that shit happening at the 5th District. Who knows when they are gonna go over there and handle it, if they even handle it at all. The city is all fucked up behind that fire.” Shadow said.
My mind started to wonder who was going to find Natalie and if they found her would they know I had been there.
Gorilla Zo’s song, “Hood Nigga,” rang on my cell phone; breaking the silence and my thoughts. I saw it was NiQue. I had been meaning to call her, but hadn’t gotten around to it since finding Natalie’s body. I answered the call and immediately knew something was wrong. She was crying and inaudible.
“Neko, they shot him! They shot him and they don’t think he is gonna make it!” she wailed into the phone.
“Neko just get to Laurel Regional Hospital and I will fill you in on the rest when you get here.” she sniffled. Then the phone clicked and went dead.
I tried to call her back and she didn’t respond. I left my office with Shadow on my heels. I didn’t know if I should tell Head to ride to the hospital with me or not. I decided against it and had Shadow ride with me instead. Something told me that this was going to be a sensitive matter and that having Head accompany me was something that would not sit well with NiQue who could be temperamental when she wanted to be.
I left instructions for Head to reschedule all of the work for the day being that both Shadow and I would be out and there was no one else to close the books for the day. I didn’t fuck around with my money. I only trusted one person with my ends and that was Shadow and he had strict instructions on how to handle my dough.
He had to count the transactions in my office and in my office only! He never knew why I had that demand. I had cameras installed in my office so that if anyone wanted to get cute and try anything funny, they would be caught on candid camera. I trusted Shadow, but after the shit I had been through with my own family, I left nothing to chance anymore. Plus, before Natalie died, I had filmed us having a few sessions in my office. She never even knew that she was being filmed. I did that for my own special treat.
Thoughts of what happened to Natalie danced around in my head again. It made me leery of not taking my hired muscle with me. I let the thoughts go, and Shadow and I gunned it all the way to Laurel to find out what had happened with NiQue and the mystery person that she referred to who had been shot.
“Whoa my nigga…don’t you think you should slow down before you get us pulled over or worse yet, fuck around and get us killed? You are doing 90 miles an hour on 295. Don’t you think that is a bit much?” Shadow asked hanging on to the, “oh shit bar” in the ceiling of the car.
I ignored his comment, but I did let my speed drop down to 80 mph. I shot him a dirty look as if to say, “Are you satisfied now” and then I kept on pushing the pedal on the way to the hospital.
Horrible thoughts filled my head and I was trying to prepare myself for the worse. I didn’t know who had been shot and the only person that kept coming to mind was Pinky. She was the only person that me and NiQue both knew and cared about.
Even if I suspected Pink of taking out Natalie, I wouldn’t know how to react if something bad happened to her. I loved that crazy bitch; and I damn sure didn’t want to lose her. Thoughts of Pinky were replaced with thoughts of my sister, YaYa. I wasn’t there when she died and I should have been. I couldn’t lose anyone else in my life. I refused to!
Determined to get to that hospital in record time, I mashed the gas and the car jolted forward. I glanced at Shadow and with my eyes, I dared him to make a sound. He didn’t know about my past and I wasn’t going to tell him why it was so important for me to be there for NiQue. All he needed to do was be there for me if and when I needed him to be! Everything else was secondary.
We pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. I hopped out the car, forgetting to take my keys or shut the doors. I had barely put the car in park. Once inside, I found NiQue pacing the floor right outside of the operating room doors. I grabbed her and she fell into my arms crying. Her body was shaking and convulsing.
“NiQue, who is in there? Who has been shot?” I asked bracing myself for the answer.
NiQue had her head buried in my chest and she was just as hard to understand now as she had been earlier when she called urging me to come. She finally pulled her head off of my chest and wiped at the tears that were running out of her red, puffy, eyes. She looked so lost and helpless. I wanted nothing more than for her to stop crying long enough to tell me who we were here to see.
“Neko, thank you for coming. I didn’t know who else to call,” she said. Her voice was shaky and I knew she was stalling to tell me what was going on.
“No problem NiQue. You already know I am here for you no matter what! I’ve always got you. You are the only family I got left.” I said, meaning every word. She really was the only family I had left, and I was going to do whatever I had to do to make sure she was straight.
She smiled weakly and tried to fight back more tears that were building in the corners of her big brown eyes.
“NiQue, who is in there? Who was shot?” I asked trying to remain as sensitive as I could, but I needed to know what the fuck was going on and this back and forth shit was getting me nowhere fast.
“I knew if I had told you over the phone, you wouldn’t have come. Please don’t be mad!” She was stuttering and stalling and I was getting pissed.
“Someone tried to kill Dread. They gunned him down on the porch of our house,” she finally managed to say through her sobbing.
She looked so sad and everything in me wanted me to feel something for what had happened to him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t like the fact that NiQue had been caused so much pain, but what could I say? I didn’t trust the dude and I didn’t like him either. She knew that, and I wasn’t the only one with those feelings, at least, so it seemed.
“What! Who the fuck even knew where ya’ll lived?” I yelled at her and she jumped, startled by my reaction.
My loud outburst cause the other people in the waiting room to throw me dirty looks. I lowered my voice and directed my attention back to NiQue who looked like she was on the verge of a meltdown. She was biting her bottom lip and looking at me nervously. Before she could answer me, the doctor came out of the double doors and scanned the room until his eyes rested on NiQue.
Chapter Thirty-One
Trouble Funk
“Tilt”
NiQue
I was a wreck when the doctor came out of the operating room. I was glad I had Neko for support. If I had to face any of this alone with just Pajay by my side, there is no telling what would have happened.
“Ms. Watkins, my name is Doctor Rhina Diaz.” the doctor said giving Neko the once over.
He was doing the same to her. Some things never change. He was looking at the doctor with lust in his eyes. She was a beautiful Latino woman with long curly hair and curves that I am sure made other women envious. She didn’t look a day over twenty-five and she definitely didn’t look old enough to be a doctor. I had concerns about her being the one tending to Dread’s delicate situation.
“See they are all the same. He is just like your no good ass father. He is thinking about fucking her instead of being here to support you.” Pajay said from somewhere in the back of my mind.
“Shut up and let the doctor speak!” I said aloud, forgetting I wasn’t alone and was indeed in the company of other people. I had messed up big time because both the doctor and Neko were staring at me like I was crazy.
“I’m sorry. I am stressed out. Please pay me no mind. This whole thing has me frustrated.” I said trying to smooth over a potentially bad situation.
The doctor remained suspicious of my behavior and my outburst, but she continued speaking.
“Ms. Watkins we were able to remove three of the four bullets that penetrated Mr. Evans body. The fourth bullet, we could not remove. The bullet is lodged dangerously close to a main artery and if we were to try to remove it, it may do more damage and possibly cause internal bleeding and eventually death. He experienced a lot of blood loss and is in recovery right now. He is stable, but he is still in critical condition. I have to tell you he is a very luck y man. If the bullets would have penetrated his chest area a little more north of where they penetrated, it could have been deadly. I need you to under
stand that he is not out of the woods yet, and he has a long road of recovery ahead of him, but in time he should heal fine. Right now we have him in a medically-induced coma for his own protection. Any sudden movements could make the bullet shift and damage his heart.”
Doctor Diaz had given good news and bad news all rolled in one. Dread had survived, but he still had a long fight ahead of him. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that he would be ok for the meantime.
“Thank you Doctor Diaz. When can I see him?” I asked hopeful that my man would fight his way through this.
“We have to run a few more tests while he is in recovery and then we will be moving him to the Intensive Care Unit. Once he has been moved you will be allowed to see him. If you don’t have any other questions, I have to get back to my patient.” she said smiling.
I wasn’t sure if the smile was because she was happy that she had saved Dread’s life or if she was showing off for Neko who was still exchanging lustful looks with her.
His grey eyes roamed all over the good doctor and it was upsetting me! Like father…like son!
“Thank you doctor!” Neko said, licking his lips reminding me of L.L. Cool J. He was doing way too much to make the good doctor notice him and it was sickening. He was supposed to be here to support me, not trying and bed the doctor who was saving Dread’s life.
Doctor Diaz nodded and left the same way she had come in. Before I could address the issue of Neko playing Mack Daddy with the doctor, two men approached us.