by Noire
“Yeah, she might have,” Barron agreed, “but it don’t really matter.” He let his hand wander under the water until he found her erect nipple. He rubbed it gently, and then cupped her entire breast. “Her one vote alone is not gonna swing it because Jock and Fallon are rolling with me. That still leaves the rest of them one vote short. So we’re good.”
Pilar frowned and pushed his hand away. “I don’t know, B. Mink is slick and Dane is greedy. We gotta keep stacking up ammunition, so let’s stick to our original plan. I still think you should go to New York and see what that private investigator has on her.”
Barron shrugged, then nodded. “A’ight, I’ll probably go. But I gotta be back in time for Animal’s birthday. The bruhs are throwing him a party at the frat house and I promised my dude I would be there.”
Go to New York. Pilar thought. Hell yeah, get your ass gone. The last thing she wanted was for Mink to be up in the mansion flouncing her heart-shaped ass up in her man’s face. No matter what Bump said out of his mouth, he had a case of the hots for that hood chick, and his drawers got rocked up every time he looked at her.
“Yeah,” Pilar said softly. “Let’s go ahead and stick to our plan. You’ll be back in time for the frat party. Just get up there to New York and make sure you bring back all the dirt you can find. Yeah,” she said again. Reaching through the bubbles for his hard black dick, Pilar let out a wicked little laugh. “I want you to bring back enough dirt to start us a cemetery.”
Barron had dirt on the brain all right.
Some dirty, nasty thoughts about Mink.
Him and Pilar had messed around in the Jacuzzi for a little while, just feeling on each other and getting each other hot. He’d been chilling a lot with her lately, hanging out, fucking, and spending a lotta cash, and with Carla out of his life everybody in the family woulda had to be blind not to see who her replacement was.
Now, did he feel fucked up about banging Pilar? Barron asked himself as he eyed her swaying hips and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. The answer was an honest hell no. He’d always known he was adopted, and he’d always been attracted to Pilar, even while he was running around fucking as many white girls as he could find. Him and Pilar had no biological ties to each other, and for the past few weeks she’d been throwing major hints about wanting his last name and what it would be like to be his wife.
Barron followed her through the quiet house. It was much smaller than the Dominion spread, but it was still classy and upscale. Pilar would make a perfect Dominion woman, Barron knew. She had the right look, the right style, the right package, the right pedigree.
But did she have his jones thang on lock? Barron asked himself as they entered her bedroom and she stripped out of her bikini and stood booty-liciously naked in front of him.
She was fine as shit. Her caramel skin was fuckin’ lickable. Her titties were full and juicy, like they were ready to squirt warm milk with just one suck. Her stomach was toned and her hips were sweet and round. He knew without looking that Pilar’s ass was high and firm. She was the kind of woman you would make love to like a queen, but right about now Barron wanted a chick with the body of a stripper that he could fuck like a ho.
He stepped out of his boxers and his dick sprang free. Backing Pilar up, he laid her on the bed and lifted her leg over his shoulder. Without uttering a word, he put his face between her legs, closed his eyes, and let his fantasy begin.
Mink’s twat was fat and hot as he licked at her swollen pussy lips. Her wide, ghetto hips grinded up to meet him, and she moaned and leaked on the bed as he inserted his tongue deep inside her and gulped down her juices, wanting—no needing—to swallow as much of her sharp-tasting honey as possible.
Pilar moaned, and Barron reached up and grabbed one of Mink’s bold titties in his hand. They were so damn big, and her nipples were so damn long ’til they were almost obscene. He urged her to turn over onto her stomach and the sight of all that luscious ass almost choked him. It was an almighty ass. An ass that was as thick and ghetto as they came. It stood out from her body like a question mark, or like a camel’s hump, but it was soft and perfectly shaped and oh so damn round.
Barron gripped Pilar’s hips and urged Mink up on her knees. “I’ma fuck the shit outta you,” he muttered in her ear, and then he slapped her butt and plunged up in her hard and raw. “Yeah,” he growled as he banged Mink’s wet pussy with a combination of lust and rage. He reached under her and pinched her nipple, then sighed and pressed his cheek to her naked back and licked at her soft skin. “I’m fuckin’ you, you know,” he told her as Pilar bucked back and threw that pussy down on him. He withdrew his dick until only the head was left inside her, and then he rammed it up in her guts and slammed it home over and over again.
“I’m fuckin’ you, goddamn it!” Barron hollered as he pounded Mink’s pussy with a passion he had never felt before. He was just about to cum when he snatched his dick outta her wetness and licked her hot pussy out from behind. He spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and flicked his hot tongue around her hole, licking her back door out too.
“Yeah,” he taunted that skank Mink as he straightened up and drove home in Pilar’s soggy pussy once again. This was the best fuck he had ever had. The absolute best one! With his eyes squeezed tight, he reached around and fingered Mink’s clit, and then he grunted and dropped a load in her that was so big and hot that he lost his balance and they both fell flat on the bed. “Yeah, bitch!” Barron screamed in Pilar’s ear. “I am fuckin’ you!”
“So,” Barron said the minute I scooted my chair up to the dinner table later that night. Selah had wanted to do a little welcome-back dinner for me with just the immediate family members. “What brings you back to Texas, Mink? Hold up, let me guess. You spent all your money, huh?”
Barron had me clocked at a thousand, but I didn’t get mad and I damn sure didn’t get loud. Instead, I cut my eyes at him and cracked a sweet, sexy little smile. “I thought I already told you. I came back to Texas to check on my father,” I said softly. I leaned over and put my arm around Selah. “And to see my mother too.”
That nigga almost choked on his dinner roll.
I giggled like hell and winked at Bunni and she winked back with her red-eyed self. Between her and Dane they smelled like a whole groove of good weed.
I turned my attention back to Barron. I loved to watch him squirm whenever I called Selah my mother. Seeing him get so shook was like sticking a hook in a fish’s mouth and yanking it out of a body of water. Dane chuckled at what I had said, but Fallon had the nerve to look at me and roll her grown little eyes, and Jock stayed quiet and kept his face in his plate.
“Nah, for real, though,” Barron said, getting back on his game real quick. “I’m sure that hundred grand was more money than you’ve ever seen in your whole life, Mink. So what did you do with it? Did you invest in any stocks and bonds?”
All eyes were on me now, but I gave not a damn.
“Yep,” I lied. “I sure did.”
“Oh really?” Barron smirked and nudged Dane, who was stuffing his face like he had the munchies. “Which ones?”
I laughed real loud because I didn’t know shit about stocks or bonds. “Uh-uh, big brother,” I wagged my finger at him and said mysteriously. “You know I can’t tell you all that. You ever heard of trading insider secrets? That’s what got Martha Stewart put under the jail.”
My shit sounded real slick and clever, and Bunni and Dane laughed with me, but Barron wasn’t done fucking with me yet.
“Okay, so how about metals? No portfolio is balanced without them. Did you buy yourself any precious metals, Mink?”
I thought about the grip I had dropped on diamond earrings, platinum necklaces, silver ankle bracelets, and glittering gold belly rings in places like Tiffany, Neiman Marcus, and Michael C. Fina.
“Oh, I got all that.” I waved my hand and bragged, picturing my icy platinum jewels and all my gorgeous wh
ite gold. “Don’t worry about me. I covered myself with precious metals, baby.” I glanced at Bunni and giggled again. “From my head to my toes!”
“Mink,” Selah cut in and tried to change the subject. “It’s actually good that you came back when you did, baby. You’re right on time for our annual Labor Day picnic. Viceroy hosts it every year in honor of his employees at Dominion Oil.”
“Hold up, Mama,” Barron said. “Don’t tell me you still wanna have the picnic this year. That’s a whole lot of work, and with Daddy being sick and all . . .” He shook his head. “I’ve gotta make a little run out of town soon, so it’s a bad time for us to throw a party. I think we should just skip it.”
“I disagree,” Selah said, and frowned at her oldest son. “I think we should do just what we’ve always done. None of our employees stopped showing up for work when Viceroy got injured. They kept right on doing their jobs and doing them well. I think they should be rewarded for their loyalty and dedication the same way they’ve always been rewarded. By us giving them their annual bonuses, and providing them with a day filled with good food and good times.” And then she added as an afterthought, “Where are you going anyway? I didn’t know you had an out-of-town trip scheduled.”
“New York,” Barron said, and looked dead at me. “I’m going to New York. I gotta see a man about a snake.”
While Barron was steady grillin’ me, I was steady watching Selah. I busted the way her face crumpled when Barron said the words New York. She looked like somebody had stabbed her in the gut, and her hand shook as she reached for her glass of wine and tipped that baby way the hell back.
“Yo, what’s poppin’ off in New York?” Dane came up outta his haze and put his fork down. He poked me with his eyes, and then turned back to his brother. “If you lookin’ for snakes, we got more belly crawlers right here in Texas than you could ever find in New York.”
“Yeah, but New York snakes are slicker,” Barron said as he looked at me and then chuckled. “And from what I can see, them belly bouncers crawl a whole lot closer to the ground.”
Me, Dane, and Bunni stayed up half the night drinking gin and talking mad shit about Barron. “Ay, he’s going to New York to try to get you, Mink,” Dane said. “I heard him talking to somebody on the phone about tracking down fingerprints and arrest records. I sure hope your shit is clean.”
I slept with that thought on my mind, and the next morning we boarded Selah’s private jet called the Diva Dominion, so we could go see Viceroy at the hospital in Houston. The Diva Dominion was a dope little flying lounge that had every luxury that you could want while you was up in the air. I sat beside Selah feeling right raggedy from all the slut juice that I had guzzled the night before, and even though the flight was smooth, I had a hangover and my gut was tossed up pretty bad.
We touched down at the same airstrip that we had landed at the first time I visited Viceroy in Houston, and once again there were some bad-ass limos with big shiny rims waiting to whisk us away to the hospital. The whips were spotlessly clean and straight-up luxury on wheels, but that didn’t stop me from leaning over and up-chucking all over the place before we could get to the hospital.
“Damn, girl!” Barron jumped and cursed and tried to scoot outta my splash range. No dice. I couldn’t help but hit him. The bottom of his expensive pants was now dotted with pink and yellow goo, and his face was all frowned up as he stared at the nasty slime that had also hit his thirty-eight-thousand-dollar Amedeo Testoni shoe.
“Mink!” Selah patted my back and handed me her lace handkerchief to wipe my mouth. I had turned away from her when I felt the hot tide rising in my throat, so she was safe. “Are you okay, baby? You catching a stomach virus or something?”
As pissed as he was, even Barron had to laugh real loud at that one, and for once I didn’t blame him because Selah woulda had to be stone dead not to smell all that nasty gin that came up outta my stomach.
We were escorted into the hospital by some administrative staff, and instead of going into the ICU with Selah, me and Bunni headed straight to the girls’ bathroom so I could rinse out my mouth.
“What did you do?” Bunni got hyped when I told her I had thrown up on Barron. “Stick ya damn fingers down your throat just to piss that square off?”
“No, stupid.” I ran some water in the sink and started rinsing out my mouth real good. “I think I just got car sick.”
Bunni smirked. “Car sick my ass. Girl you just need more practice holding your liquor.”
I shrugged Bunni off with the whatever look. My stomach felt like shit, and as much as I wanted to go crash out in one of them big chairs in the visitors lounge, I needed that three hundred grand, so my ass had work to do.
I waited until Fallon came out of Viceroy’s room, and then I went inside. That nasty smell of hospital sickness hit me as soon as I opened the door, and I almost gagged again as I stepped up to Viceroy’s bedside.
“It’s okay.” Selah rubbed my shoulder, mistaking my gag for a muffled sob. She stared down at the empty-looking shell on the bed that was her husband. “It’s been a long, hard journey but he’s in good hands now.”
I got real hopeful.
“You mean in Jesus’ hands?”
Barron shot me a shitty look.
“No, idiot. He’s in his new neurologist’s hands.”
I stared down at Viceroy. “Them doctors ain’t tryna tell y’all he’s gonna wake up, are they?” I asked with my voice full of doubt.
“That’s what we’re paying them the big bucks for, Einstein. To figure all that out.”
“Well how long is all that gonna take?” I demanded, getting waaay too hasty with it. “I mean,” I said, tryna clean it up, “doctors like to do a whole lot of experimenting sometimes, you know. If it’s all gonna end up the same anyway, I just don’t think we should let him suffer like this forever, y’all feel me?”
“Mink, we got this,” Barron barked, swelling up and shutting me out. I could tell he had peeped my hold card just by the way he said it. “Nobody’s pulling no plugs or making any decisions yet. We don’t know how this is gonna end up. You feel me?”
Selah sighed and put her arm around me. She pulled me close to her and I fought the urge to shrug her off. “I just wish he could have gotten a chance to really see you, Mink. A chance to get to know you like the rest of us have. You were his little girl. His baby. The apple of his eye. I think it would have meant the world to him.”
Ain’t gonna happen, I wanted to tell her as I stepped out of her embrace. I didn’t care how many new head doctors they dragged through the door. Viceroy was gone. His whole vibe had been deaded. They might as well call the funeral home, dig the grave, and pry the lid off the trust fund, because papa-man was a wrap. Yep. That big old eyeball wasn’t even giving me the heebie-jeebies no more because his ass just wasn’t there. But hey, I was just a scheming little paper-chaser from Harlem. Who was I to pronounce the old man dead?
CHAPTER 12
I could tell shit was crucial the minute I heard Peaches’ voice.
“Mink,” he said. “Girl, when you and Bunni bringing y’all asses back home with that money, girl?”
“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked, frowning. “Is it Mama, Peaches? Is something wrong with my mama?”
“No, your mama is doing okay. But it’s that nigga!” Peaches said. He sounded scared, and fear wasn’t something I was used to hearing from a dude like him. “It’s Gutta. That fool is back on the streets and he’s looking all over for your ass!”
“For real?” My voice was damn near a whisper.
“Errrrm-herrrrrm! If he ain’t bangin’ on the damn door then he’s blowing up my spot! That nigga is hunting for you, Mink. He wants his money and he ain’t playing!”
I didn’t know what the hell to tell Peaches, or what the hell to do.
“Umm . . . I ain’t got it yet, P. I’m working on it though . . .” Die, Viceroy, die! “But I ain’t got it yet.”
“Well what the fu
ck you gotta do to get it, Mink, huh?” Peaches wanted to know.
“I gotta wait a little while,” I told him, trying to calm him down. “Don’t worry, I’ma have it soon. If Gutta comes back just tell him I moved and you don’t know where I am. I’m sorry all this fell on your head, Peaches. I really am. But I’m trying. I swear, I’m trying.”
“I know you are, Madame Mink,” he said, and I was glad to hear some of the fear was gone from his voice and he was back to loving on me. “Just get that loot and get back here as fast as you can. I would hate to have to bust a cap in Gutta’s ass, but I will stretch that muthafucka out if I have to, okay?”
Now that’s the gay beast Peaches that I liked!
“Handle ya bizz, P,” I told him. And then I added, “You said Mama was doing okay, right?”
“Yeah. I went up there the other day. Your aunt Bibby was sitting with her and I chased her ass right out the door.”
“Good,” I said. P knew I didn’t want them trifling-ass LaRues nowhere near my mama. “Thank you, Peaches. I lub you, boo.”
I was a New York City snake, just like Barron had said, and I didn’t waste no time sticking my forked tongue deep inside Selah’s ears. I had a hunch that Dane was dead right. Barron was going straight to Harlem to try to dig up some doo-doo on me and fuck my game up with the board. Uncle Suge had pulled up the company cell phone records, and damn if Barron didn’t have about a million calls to some Harlem private eye named Frankie Gaines. Well, two could play the sneak-tip game, and when Barron left for New York he was barely out the door good when I hit Selah with a smooth little story that was sure to cushion my fall when Bump tried to flip my ass down to the mat.
But not everything I told Selah was a lie, though.
“Selah,” I said softly as we held hands and took a walk around the large pond in the back of the mansion. The gardeners had planted all kinds of colorful flowers around the border, and every now and then she stopped to pick one, or just to stare down at them or gaze out at the water.