Gangsta Divas by De'nesha Diamond Read Free Book Online

drawer in a makeshift baby bed. As the screams grow louder I contemplate closing the muthafucka.
    My door rattles again. “Goddamn! What the hell is going on in there?” My older brother, Charlie a.k.a. Tombstone, rattles my shit. “What the fuck? You got a kid in there?”
    â€œMind your own muthafuckin’ business.”
    â€œWho in the fuck would trust you with a kid?”
    â€œYour baby mommas!”
    My door bursts open and Charlie strolls his big ass through my door. “Hey!”
    â€œHey nothing! Your ass ain’t got nothing I want to see.” He marches over to the wailing baby. “What in the hell?” He leans over. “Who’s this lil nigga?”
    â€œNone of your business, Charlie. Get out of here.” I jump out of bed and shove him away. I’m not in the mood to take any of his bullshit. “My room is off-limits.” I push and shove, but he doesn’t move.
    â€œWhy the fuck do you have him in the drawer?”
    â€œBecause I don’t have anywhere else to put him.”
    He frowns. “What the fuck is wrong with the bed?”
    â€œGet the fuck out of my room,” I bark.
    Charlie tosses up his hands. “Fine. Don’t get your panties twisted. I’m leaving.” He wrinkles his nose. “You might want to change that muthafucka’s diaper, though. Lil nigga is foul as hell.”
    â€œAnd what’s your excuse? You’re sour as fuck, too.”
    â€œI was out puttin’ in work all night. Real work. Something your ass don’t know shit about.”
    If only you knew. I grab his huge muscled arm and drag him away from the screaming baby. Truth be known, its high-pitch wailing is working a number on my nerves, but I can deal with that shit.
    â€œIs he sick?” Charlie asks.
    â€œWhy? Are you a doctor?”
    â€œIf I was I’d fix your face,” he says chuckling.
    The jab hurts. A year ago I was the dime piece of Ruby Cove. Sexy frame and a beautiful face, niggas lined up outside my door and blazed up my phone 24/7, but the only nigga that caught my eye was Profit. Since the day his ass arrived from Atlanta, I’d been counting down until I branded his fine ass as mine. Shit. I believed that it was just a matter of time before his ass ascended the throne and I wanted to be the Flower on his arm.
    Sure there were a lot of Flowers jockeying for the position, but I wasn’t sweating that shit. I knew Profit would want a real dime instead of a knockoff. I dreamed about carrying his seeds and playing wifey with his fine ass—then fate dealt me a harsh hand, and Ta’Shara turned my future baby daddy’s head. I don’t get it. She ain’t all that cute and she ain’t as smart as she thinks she is or she would have known better than to cross the color lines. Regardless, I still didn’t think the shit would get serious. Ta’Shara was GD by blood. At most, I hoped Profit would splash off on the chicken head and then move on.
    That shit didn’t happen.
    Ta’Shara had Profit’s nose so wide open that if he walked outside on a rainy night his ass would drown. I couldn’t have that shit. Bitches in my own crew clowned and gave me grief because I had bragged about locking his ass down—so I stepped to Ta’Shara, told her to back down. She and her pip-squeak friend, Essence, bucked—so the next time there wasn’t no fucking talking. I came hard at the bitch, figuring that shit would settle it, but I got the surprise of my life.Ta’Shara’s blade game ain’t no joke. I didn’t expect that shit from a straight-A bougie bitch. Hell, I didn’t even see her ass spit that razor out, but I sure as hell felt it when it split my cheeks wide open, fucking up my mug shot. Now I’ll never win Profit’s heart.
    Lesson: any bitch can be a gangsta nowadays.
    Charlie stops at the door and glances back again.
    â€œAll right.