Street Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page A

here.”
    â€œWait! What—”
    â€œWe can’t drop her off here. I’m willing to bet on my nanna’s life that this shit here has a lot to do with your girl’s missing man. All these muthafuckas gotta know that he took her ass to the prom. They catch us with her, they going to put two and two together and come up with six. Ya feel me?”
    â€œGoddamn. This is some fucked-up shit.” I’m starting to panic, too. The realness of this situation is hitting home like a muthafucka.
    Beside me, Ta’Shara groans.
    â€œAw, fuck! If that bitch wakes up screaming, I’m personally going to put a bullet in her head.”
    I pop Drey again. “You ain’t going to do shit.”
    â€œFuck. I’ll cap her ass before they cap me. Believe that shit.”
    â€œWhatever, nigga.”
    â€œBet. You better makes sure her ass stays quiet back there.”
    Drey loops around, and his busted-ass shit catches a few niggas’ attention.
    My heart leaps into my throat. I have no idea what we’ll do if any of these muthafuckas decide to follow this smoking bucket of bolts. “Hurry,” I urge, pushing his shoulder.
    â€œI ain’t going to speed through this muthafucka. They’ll know that something is up.”
    A tall figure, dressed in all black but stacked with feminine curves, emerges from the emergency room and strolls across the parking lot toward a black SUV.
    â€œHey, I know that chick.”
    â€œGood for you,” Drey mumbles.
    I search my memory Rolodex, and it flies back to nine months ago, when Ta’Shara and I were down at this very hospital because Profit had gotten into some shoot-out with the police. When we went up to his room, that bitch there was standing outside his door along with a bunch of other Vice Lords like a string of personal bodyguards. Ta’Shara told me her name later on. What is it? “Lucifer,” I whisper.
    Drey’s eyes bug. “Who? Her?”
    I nod. “You know her?”
    â€œYeah. Fuck this shit.” Drey slams his foot on the accelerator and peels out of the hospital like a bat out of hell.
    â€œHey!” I grip the backseat so that I don’t fall back against my girl. “I thought you didn’t want to draw attention?”
    â€œI also don’t wanna die tonight, so you need to shut the fuck up! You done got my ass into some bullshit. That’s all I know. The sooner I get y’all out my damn car, the better.”
    â€œWell, then let’s try another hospital.”
    â€œFuck that! I ain’t risking that shit no more.”
    â€œWe had a deal!”
    â€œAnd I drove y’all ass out here. It ain’t my fault the place is crawling with cockroaches. Who to say they ain’t got niggas at all the hospitals looking for that bitch?”
    â€œShit.”
    â€œExactly. Shit.” He shakes his head. “I say we just find some woods and dump her ass.”
    â€œFuck naw. That shit ain’t going to happen.” And I mean that shit. I may be spooked, but I ain’t going to punk my girl out like that. “We’ll take her to her house.”
    â€œWhat? And tell her peoples what?”
    I’m shaking my head and making shit up as I go along. “Nothing. We’ll do a drop-and-roll there. Put her on the doorstep, ring the doorbell, and haul ass.”
    â€œWhat if we get caught? We’ll be right back at square one.”
    â€œWe won’t, ” I insist, but I don’t have any fuckin’ idea if that’s true of not. All I know is that it’s the best I can do for her right now. Fuck.
    Fifteen minutes later, our asses roll into picturesque midtown. We loop around the Douglas’ neighborhood a few times to make sure there aren’t any roaming niggas hanging out to catch what the fuck we are about to do. In this blue-collar neighborhood, niggas are locked up and snug as a bug at this time of night. It’s a