by Noire
That lil Philly heffa thought she was slick when we landed and we went to get in the limos too. We did the bump tryna be first to get inside the car with Selah, and when Dy-Nasty tried to step in front of me I shot her an elbow to the kidney that shoulda dropped her to her knees. Instead, mami yelped like a mutha as her ankle twisted and turned over in her cheap shoes.
“Owwww!” she hollered all loud like somebody had shot her in the damn foot. She started limping around in stiff circles like she was tryna walk it off, making all kinds of crazy pain noises so she could draw everybody’s attention.
That shit worked too.
“What happened?” Selah yelled from inside the limo. Her voice was full of concern as she peered right past me and searched for Dy-Nasty with her eyes. “Are you hurt?”
“My ankle!” Da-Liar gasped. “She made me sprain my ankle!”
“Come!” Selah patted the spot beside her. “Move over, Mink and let her in. Get up in here and sit next to me so you can put your foot up, baby. There’s plenty of ice in the champagne bucket. The last thing you want that ankle to do is swell.”
Smoke was coming outta my ears as Da-Faker hopped her ass into the limo and slid across the seat and snuggled right up under Selah. I cut my eyes at her and I was just about to roll ’em real hard too, but before I could make my move that silly trick stuck her tongue out and winked at me, then lowered her head down tenderly on Selah’s motherly shoulder.
Outta all the times I had come to see Viceroy in the hospital, this time was the worst. I was walking around with my ass on my shoulders while Dy-Nasty was busy milking her fake ankle injury and playing up to every dude in sight.
“What kinda work you into, Big Daddy?” she said to Digger Ducane as we sat in the waiting room. The Houston aunts had met us up at the hospital, and they’d followed Selah, Barron, Dane, and Uncle Suge into a meeting with Viceroy’s doctors. I figured they were tryna decide whether that Chinese medicine was gonna kill him or make him get better.
“I’m in the logistics business,” Uncle Digger said, puffing out his flabby chest. He looked real excited to be getting some attention from a young chick, which was cool, because my fast ass had never given him the time of day. “I work with trucks. I make stuff move.”
“Well, move me, Daddy!” Dy-Nasty giggled and threw her hands over her head and did a little wiggle in her chair. Lap dancer! I flashed her a hater look. She was sitting with her foot up and a plastic bag full of ice wrapped around her ankle, and the way she was stuntin’ you woulda thought she was a queen on a throne.
“C’mon, Daddy.” Pilar walked up behind her father and looped her arm through his and pulled him toward the other side of the room. She turned her nose up at Dy-Nasty. “Something over here stinks big-time, so let’s move it somewhere else.”
Uh-huh, I thought, twisting my lips as I watched Pilar snatch her daddy up and switch her ass on outta there. She wasn’t feeling this trick neither. Stank Dy-Nasty was like a goddamn bedbug and getting up under everybody’s skin.
When Selah and them came outta their meeting everybody looked kinda down. “What happened, Ma?” Jock asked her. “What did the doctors say?”
Selah sighed and looked around at all of us. She shrugged. “They said even with the experimental drug your father’s odds are very slim. They don’t have enough data to say for sure what might or might not happen, but they don’t want us to get our hopes up too high. So we’re just going to do what we usually do. Hope and pray.”
As much as I hated going in Viceroy’s hospital room, I damn sure didn’t want Dy-Nasty going up in there without me. I had a feeling this trick was gonna perform like she was on a Broadway stage, and that’s exactly what the hell she did.
“Wh-wh-why?” she moaned and bent over at the waist as she stared down at Viceroy’s still body and dripped fake tears all over his sheets. “Lawd, whyyyy?” she screeched and cried like she was at a funeral. You shoulda seen how that slick little actress put on a show. She was clutching her heart and sagging all at the knees like she could barely stand up. Barron had her up under one arm and Selah had her under the other one. The nurses came running and started fanning her face like they were church ushers and she had caught the Holy Ghost.
“Daddeeee!” she wailed, reaching out for Viceroy like he was being lowered into his grave. They damn near had to drag that fool outta the room. “Daddeeee, nooo!”
“You sure can tell that’s Viceroy’s chile ’cause she took it hard,” some of the Houston aunts was saying when I went back in the waiting room. “Yeah, that there baby really took it hard.”
I bucked my eyes. Traitors! These was the same chicks that I had partied with at the Fourth of July barbeque! We had drank and danced and wilded our asses off, and now they barely even glanced at me as they poured out all that sympathy for Dy-Nasty!
“I can’t stand that bitch!” I fumed to Bunni when we went into the bathroom together and sparked up some yay. “I mean, I know she’s prolly Sable, okay, but she ain’t gotta turn everybody against me!”
Bunni gave me the bizz. “Hell, ain’t that exactly what she’s s’posed to do? Look a’here, Mink! I’ma need you to get your shit together, okay? Da-Funky didn’t come down here to make no friends, she came down here to make her money! Now, Miss Thang is on her grind and she’s on it hard. I hate I gotta say it, but you kinda got too comfortable with these rich marks, Mink. You forgot about the grift and got thrown off your hustle. It ain’t about who Da-Nasty really is, or whether or not she has a better con game than you, it’s about you needing to step your game up! So get after it, baby! The fight ain’t over yet. Get back out there and kick, scratch, bite, and punch! Sheeiit. Play dirty! Fuck her shit up! That’s how you win a fight.”
While I was busy tryna win the fight Bunni was busy putting some serious wrestling moves on Dane. Somehow she got it in her head that since Dane was a Dominion and they were fuckin’ like rabbits, that she could hook up with him and be set for life.
“Girl what you mean you wanna marry Dane?” I asked her as she stood in the mirror twisting her locs. I’d had a funny feeling that she was scheming ever since we came back from seeing Viceroy in Houston, and now I knew what it was.
Bunni sucked her teeth. “Why you gotta say it like that? You ain’t the only one who got money to make, Mink! What about me? I want me some cars, and clothes, and a whole lotta weed just like everybody else! Hell, you’s a Domino, ain’t you? And you got Uncle Suge on lock and he’s a Domino, right? Well, shit! I’m tryna be a Domino too!”
“How? By marrying Dane? That nigga ain’t looking to wife no damn body! Remember, Dane already got his inheritance and he smoked that shit up! He’s sweatin’ that trust fund money so he can take his dick back to college and finish fuckin’ every chicken with a twat. Bunita Baines, I’ma need you to recognize!”
“Recognize what?” Her lips got all twisted and she leaned back on her bowlegs and put her hands on her hips. Her camel toe jumped out at me. “Recognize that you selfish, Mink? That you’s a undercover hater? Why is that Domino dick and Domino cash good for you, but it ain’t good for me?”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “It’s Dominion, and that ain’t what I’m saying, Bunni. Damn right these people’s money is good for you too. I want you to have it too! I just don’t wanna see you chasin’ all behind Dane tryna have no relationship when that nigga is just runnin’ around chasin’ after the booty, okay?”
Rolling her eyes, Bunni grabbed her Gucci purse and slung it over her shoulder with much ’tude.
“Yeah, well, I guess he’s about to catch him summa this booty today because he said he wanna take me out. Somewhere in Dallas. I’ll holla at you later Miss Diva fuckin’ Domino!”
I was looking in the mirror tryna fix the glue on my fake eyelashes when I heard a familiar horn blow outside. Running through our connecting doors, I jetted into Bunni’s suite and looked out the window.
“Yeah, babeee!” I shrieked when I saw Uncle Suge’s silver bullet monster t
ruck in the driveway. He had come to get me! Next time I was gonna make his ass call first, but I was gonna have to give him a pass right now because with Bunni gone I was dying to get outta the mansion for a little while too.
I ran back in my room and held my eye open wide as I peered in the mirror and scraped the leftover glue off with my fingernail. Wiping my hand on my bathrobe, I got on my shoes, grabbed my purse, took one more quick peek in the mirror, and I was out the door.
I had a big-ass grin on my face as my hand skimmed the polished banister and I jogged down those long, winding stairs. I hit the bottom step at full speed, and my heels clacked loud and fast as I rushed through the house and beat feet toward the front door. With my hand on the doorknob, I squared my back and stuck my chest out so my titties would look nice and fat, and then I snatched the door open and stood there posted up and grinning like a mutha!
For about two seconds.
’Cause that’s about how long it took for me to see that some damn body was already sitting in the front seat of Uncle Suge’s truck! Matter fact, that shiesty bitch was sitting there with her hot shredded beaver-tail weave hanging halfway out the window, and right before my eyes the truck pulled off toward the open gates with her in it!
Our eyes met in the side-view mirror, and that raggedy beast had the nerve to wink at me and wiggle four of her damn fingers good-bye. I stood there with my mouth wide open and sucking up exhaust fumes. Here I was thinking that nigga had come over to surprise me, when his ass had only swung by to scoop Dy-Nasty up!
Uncle Suge! Really, muthafucka? Really?
I couldn’t even cop to what I was feeling all up in my heart. I just knew he was taking her ass to lunch and to a horse race, and then back to his bangin’ crib to feed her some dick for dessert. A hammer called betrayal had cracked me dead in the forehead, and I got dizzy as hell as I turned around to go back inside. But I got mad as hell too!
Fuckin’ with my man? Uh-uh. I didn’t think so! Uncle Suge was mine. We had us a real good thang going on, and right after I whipped up on Dy-Nasty’s ugly, indecent ass, I was gonna beat his ass too!
Thirty minutes after Uncle Suge and Dy-Nasty rode off I was still fuming and mad as hell. I had decided that slum-bum definitely needed her grill banged up again, and I was upstairs in my suite about to cake some Vaseline on my face and wait for her to come back when Uncle Suge blew my spot up.
“What?” I bitched as soon as I snatched up the phone. “Oh, so now you wanna call me, huh?”
“Hey, Mink,” he said quietly.
“Nah, nah, nah!” I wilded. “Don’t Mink me! You wasn’t saying my damn name when you rolled outta the gates with that hit bitch Dy-Nasty, now was you? Ga’head, Suge. Do ya little horse-racey thing! Take that troll to ya office and to that nice hotel where you took me too. You can take her to your crib if you want to! I don’t care. Matter fact, wherever you and that trick is at y’all can stay there!”
“I’m downstairs, Mink. Right out front. Waiting on you.” Click.
“Downstairs?” I looked at the phone and frowned, and then ran back in Bunni’s room and looked out the window again. Yep, he was right there. “Damn!” I said under my breath. “That shit was quick!”
I was feeling kinda embarrassed but my face was straight twisted as I stomped down the stairs and walked outside. I stopped right before I got to the passenger door, and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Get in,” he said, staring at me from the window.
“No, you get out!” I snapped. “I ain’t sitting my prime ass where that funky trick just sat!”
I thought I heard him laughing. He got outta the truck, then fumbled around and took something outta a box in the back. He walked around on my side and opened the passenger door, then sprayed leather cleaner on the seat and wiped it down with a small white rag.
He turned and looked at me. “You happy?”
I smirked. “Get the door handle too!”
He sprayed the rag and then wiped down the inside door handle and the outside handle too. “She wasn’t in here but a minute, but I’ll vacuum it out if you want me to, baby.”
He held the door open, waiting for me to get inside. I rolled my eyes and climbed right in. He grinned at me as he walked around to the other side and got behind the wheel.
“I bought you something,” he said, and reached behind his seat and came out with a bunch of real pretty flowers wrapped in bright pink tissue paper.
I couldn’t believe it. I bucked my eyes at him. Nigga’s didn’t buy a chick like me flowers every day!
“I came by to see if you wanted to go hang out for a little while, but when I pulled up Dy-Nasty came running outside.” He shrugged. “She asked me for a ride to Western Union. She said she had to send some money to her mama real quick so I took her.”
“Her mama?” I poked out my lip. “That trick said her mama was dead!”
Suge shrugged, and I felt my lil heart melt as he handed me the colorful bouquet of flowers. He had the nerve to have some roses stuck all up in the bunch too!
“I went and picked up these while I waited for her.”
I took a deep breath. “Do you like her?” I asked him as I pressed my nose to the flowers.
He shook his head. “Nah. Not the same way I like you.”
I cut my eyes at him. “But do you think she’s pretty?”
He frowned for a second, and then nodded. “Yeah. She’s pretty. But she ain’t gorgeous like you.”
I pressed my nose to the petals and sniffed them again, and then I looked up at him feeling real stupid about myself.
“See, when I came out here and saw y’all leaving I had thought—”
“Shhh . . .” His voice was real deep as he pressed his big finger to my lips. “I know what you thought, lil mama, but you was wrong. I’m a grown man, Mink. Remember that. A grown man. I know exactly what I want, and it ain’t that girl.”
His finger trailed from my lip and down to my thigh. He leaned over and kissed me with something real powerful on his lips. “Hell.” His chuckle was deep but his eyes was speaking mad truth when he looked at me and said, “The way your fine ass got me going I don’t think I want nobody else, Mink. I just want you.”
And on the real tip, I wanted Uncle Suge’s ass too.
He said he wanted to cook dinner for me so I was all smiles as we rode down the highway toward his crib. He had a big house that had all the little bells and whistles you would expect to find where a rich dude rested. Everything in the joint screamed money and power. He was high tech’d out, and I could tell he had poured mad cash into his domain. Suge liked to hunt and fish too, and there were animal heads hung up on the wall, and stuffed fish with googly eyes were posted up on the damn fireplace mantel.
He poured us both a double shot of Rémy as soon as we got in the door, and I gulped mine down and enjoyed the way it felt heating up my stomach. I had been up in Uncle Suge’s space a few times before, and I felt real comfortable chilling up in there now. Peaches was the only dude who had ever cooked for me in my whole entire life, and I couldn’t believe the way Suge was handling his shit in the kitchen. He freaked me out the way he chef-chopped onions, green peppers, and tomatoes. He looked like one of them professionals you see on TV, dicing and slicing all fast and furious, with every piece of vegetable coming out the same size and in the same shape.
He put a bunch of seasonings and stuff on two big steaks and set them in the fridge, and then he poured us another double shot of that yakkety-yak, and we carried our glasses up to his bedroom.
It was a real big room for a real big man. He let me go in first, and I walked over to an extra-long leather sofa and sat down while he turned on some R & B music. That sexy-ass Lloyd started crooning “Lay it Down” through the speakers and I felt my body melting and getting loose.
“Why are you all the way over there?” Suge asked me. I grinned as he kicked off his boots, then gulped down his yak and lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head.
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br /> Shiiit . . . that was all I needed to hear and see.
I tossed my shot of poison back in one gulp too, just to remind him that I wasn’t no punk and I could handle minez, and then I stood up and walked toward his bed stripping all the way. By the time I got over to him I was butt-ass naked and had left a trail of my clothes on the floor.
I stood by the bed and let him look at me. I knew my body was ripe and flawless, and I was used to being appreciated by men, but not like this. Suge wasn’t even looking at my big ol’ titties, and he wasn’t drooling over my hips neither. He was staring into my eyes, like he was tryna find something I had inside me, and I didn’t know how the hell to take that so I did that thing I do best.
I reached over and unbuckled his big old belt. It was one of them cowboy joints that you would never catch a thug playin’ on the streets of New York, but Suge wasn’t no regular nigga from the streets, and this I already knew.
I lifted the tab on his zipper and slid it down. My fingers crept inside his drawers and I heard him suck in his breath.
“You know what you doing, lil mama?” His deep voice boomed in the darkness.
I grinned and licked my lips. “Hell yeah.” I took his dick out. “And if I don’t know I can damn sure figure it out.”
His wood felt nice and warm as it throbbed in my hand. I stroked it up a lil bit, but I wasn’t tryna play no games. I opened my mouth wide and hovered above the head, and he groaned when the heat and moisture from my mouth hit him.
“Ahhh, shit!” he cursed as I sucked his mushroom into my mouth and slid my lips down his shaft. I slobbed all over that thang, topping him off like a real pro. He touched my shoulder and we got us a nice lil rhythm going. Only the two of us could hear this beat. I reached deep inside his drawers and cupped his balls. And then I came up off his dick and pressed my face down to his crotch and sucked one of his nuts gently between my lips. He loved it. So I went in for the other one and sucked that one in my mouth too. I actually gargled on those big babies. A trail of slobber slipped from my lower lip as I rolled his nut sack around and stroked it with my tongue.
