Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue

can
move it.”
    “I got ya’ baby. I should be through there
in an hour or so and we can talk then.” I said. I knew what was
coming next because it always did when I spoke to Corrine.
    “YaYa, when you gonna stop faking shawty and
come to the other side. You went for a test ride and ain’t never
come back to claim the goods.”
    “Corrine, I keep telling you that I don’t
even swing like that. You know I want dick and unless you got one
you were born with…then there ain’t nothing you can do for me.”
    “Yeah aight, shawty. You gave it to me once;
you’ll give it to me again.” She laughed.
    “Yeah, we’ll see. Oh, and Corrine…fuck you.”
I laughed as I hung up.
    I had given Corrine some pussy a while back
and since then, she wouldn’t give up on trying to get it again. I
knew that that lifestyle wasn’t for me. I made my way from Trinidad
to the Southside listening to Lil’ Wayne and T-Pain. It seems that
if you didn’t have Weezy on your track, you weren’t doing anything
major. All the while during the drive I thought about Papi and how
he was trying to use my Daddy to prosper. I knew something wasn’t
right and I was feeling like he was trying to set me up. I shook
off the bad vibes and decided that I wanted to stop off at Henry’s
Soul Food Café and grab some real southern food.
    I pulled up to the
restaurant and instantly noticed Sheik’s car parked out front.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I touched up my MAC lip gloss and strolled inside.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted him. He was sitting near the
window by himself.
    “Hi Sheik. How are you?”
    “Wassup YaYa?” He asked while giving me the
once over.
    “I am good. I have been working trying to
make a dollar out of fifteen cent.” I responded.
    He couldn’t keep his milk chocolate eyes off
of me. I was trying to play it cool because he had already proven
he wasn’t the ego trip type.
    “May I join you?” I asked. It was more like
me telling him I was going to sit there than me asking.
    I sat my purse on the table and removed my
glasses from my face to expose my signature grey eyes. The waitress
made her way to our table and took my order of baked turkey wings
smothered in gravy, with mashed potatoes and collard greens. Sheik
turned his attention back to me. “Where you gonna put all that? Why
don’t you go home and cook that kind of stuff. Or in your case,
have the maid or the chef get that popping for you?”
    “So glad you think it is that easy playboy.
I work and I have no time to cook for myself, and the maid is a
twenty-three-year-old chica who never fixed a turkey wing in her
life. She damn sure doesn’t know anything about collard greens.
She’s too busy running behind my father!” I retorted.
    “Damn Ma’, don’t take my head off and you
call what you are doing working huh? I hear your father got you
handling that work. Are you still fucking with that cat Papi?” He
asked.
    I had been wondering if he was going to make
the conversation personal at some point, or if he was going to
brush me off as he usually did when we were in passing.
    “For your information…yes, I am handling
business for my father; and no, I am not dealing with Papi. Are you
still dealing with Shawnna?” I asked trying to throw shade and pry
for more information on his relationship status.
    “Naw, she and I stopped messing with each
other a little while back. She didn’t wanna hold a nigga down. For
real out here in these streets that’s what a nigga needs; a shawty
that will be there no matter what. Even though we may not be living
right by society’s standards, we are doing what we have to do to
survive. I was willing to take care of her and give her all the fly
shit she wanted, but she wanted me to leave the game. I am going to
leave this shit alone real soon; but once I do, I have to make sure
I never have to come back to the game. I got plans on making it big
outside of the hustle. What about you YaYa? What are you gonna