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I was quick to catch on to the change in her temperature, but I knew better than to push her. Instead, I filed the words
Shady Sister
under Selah's name in my mental Rolodex and tucked it away just in case I needed to whip it out and use it one day.
“You know,” I said softly when Selah came back from the bathroom. As a Harlem con-mami I was well schooled on the art of
give a little, get a lot
. People would usually let their guard down some if you gave up a bit of juicy dirt on yourself first. “I wasn't telling you the whole truth when I told you about my past. I left out some of the juicy parts.”
I saw a bolt of tension shoot through her and a worried look clouded her eyes. “What do you mean? What weren't you honest about?”
I shrugged and pulled the covers up under my chin, and tried to look all sweet and innocent in the face.
“Just . . . stuff. Mostly about my childhood, you know? I mean, I was too embarrassed to come down here and tell you all the crazy things that happened to me when I was a little kid. But now that I know you're gonna love me no matter what my life was like in the past, it's a lot easier for me to share my secrets with you. You get what I'm sayin'?”
Selah walked over and sat down on my side of the bed. Tears sprang to her eyes and her bottom lip actually trembled.
“You can tell me anything, baby. Anything. And I promise not to judge you. Ever.”
I hated to twist the knife in her open wounds, but me and Bunni were on a money-making mission and Mizz Mink had a job to do. I knew Barron was gonna try to make me look bad, so I wanted to dish my dirt to Selah first so she could be prepared for all the foul shit she was bound to hear.
“Well,” I started, “my life wasn't nowhere near as happy as I tried to make you believe it was. I was raised around winos peeing on the stairs, dope fiends shooting drugs in the hallway, rapists tryna catch young girls alone in the alleys, and there was more petty thieves living in my project building than roaches,” I said, telling her the whole truth for once.
“Day in and day out there was a whole lotta grimy stuff going on all up in my face, and by the time I was ten or eleven I had seen so much that my eyes were already about ninety-years old.”
Selah looked straight-up horrified at the words that were rolling outta my mouth, and I took a deep breath and went in for the kill. “You know, sometimes when a child gets hurt when they're real young it can leave a mark on their soul that only love can erase. And if the child never gets the kinda love and understanding she needs, then those marks can have a lot to do with the decisions she makes later on, you know?”
Selah damn near leaped on me and crushed me in her arms. I didn't know exactly what I had said that was so damn slick, but whatever it was I could tell she really liked it.
“Oh, Mink!” she cried and moaned. “Baby, truer words have never been spoken. We all do things when we're hurting that we regret later. Lord knows I have, so Mama understands. Mama understands!”
I held still while she cried big tears and got to rocking me and patting my back with her delicate fingers. She was treating me just the way I always thought a mother should treat her daughter, and even though I wasn't used to being hugged on by no woman, I sat there and took it because on the real tip, it didn't feel that bad at all.
CHAPTER 11
T
he door to Selah's suite was open just a crack when Barron walked up, but what he saw through that little slice of light was more than enough to piss him off.
Mink
!
Scandalous hoochie! Why the hell was she back in Texas, and what the hell was she doing up in Selah's suite? Funking up the joint! Hugging all over his mama with her tiny little pink dress hugging all over her bombastical ass! He watched as Selah walked into the bathroom, and then his eyes jumped right back on Mink. Barron took a slow, deep breath. Fuckable bitch. The sexy thrust of Mink's hips fucked his head up, and all the nasty words he wanted to spit at her got stuck somewhere near the tip of his rising dick.
She raised her arms and yawned and stretched.
Barron's blood pressure shot up as she arched her back. Damn that bitch was hot. She was like a virus and she gave off some kinda voodoo scent. There was something about her body that turned him way the fuck on and kicked up vapors in him whether he wanted it to or not. Out of all the girls he'd boned, including his cousin Pilar, Mink was the only chick who had ever rode him in his sleep. He had fucked Mink in all kinds of delicious ways, and in a hundred different positions. He'd shivered through countless erotic dreams where he'd be sliding his hard meat way up in her guts and licking out the deepest parts of her pussy, and he'd wake up with his dick jerking and spurting into his sheets, cumming like a muthafucka, and embarrassed as hell. Barron had no idea why his body was so sexually aroused by the sight of Mink LaRue when the rest of him couldn't stand to be anywhere near her ass.
His dick jerked, and he stuck his hand in his pocket and squeezed it tight.
“Cut it out,” he whispered under his breath as he tried to push back his hateful lust. He adjusted the thick piece of meat in his pants, then walked boldly into his mother's bedroom.
“Mink,” he spit coldly, like he hadn't been eye-fucking her up the ass two minutes ago. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Her plump titties jiggled as she spun around and flashed him a sexy little grin. Her eyes darted toward the bathroom where Selah could be heard running water in the sink.
“Hi, Barron. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here but I caught a flight as soon as I heard.”
Barron frowned. “Heard what?”
“Heard your ass got kicked to the curb!” She busted out laughing. “Man, where's Carla? Why you let your kissing-cousin Pilar scare that white girl off? I thought y'all was gonna have a great big Texas wedding?”
“Shut your ass up!” he barked. “Don't worry about me and Carla. Worry about your damn self, okay?”
“Barron?” Selah called his name as she came out of the bathroom pressing a washcloth to her eyes. “Hey there, son. Were you yelling about something? Is everything okay?”
Barron covered her questions up with concern. “What happened, Mama? What's wrong with your eyes?”
She waved her hand and gave him a small, reassuring grin. “Nothing, baby. I just got a little emotional, that's all. I'm just so happy to have Mink back at home that my feelings got the best of me. Happiness will do that to you, you know.”
Barron wanted to knock Mink on her ass as she stepped up on his mama and gave her a great big hug while shooting him a sly, devious smile. “Well, if having me here makes you so happy, Mama Selah, then this time I might stay for a long, long time.”
 
“Yo, see there? You talk shit about a gold-digger and she slides right under the crack of your door,” Barron said as he strode into his uncle Digger's plush backyard. It was hot as hell outside and Pilar was chilling alone in the Jacuzzi. She had an icy drink in her hand and some smooth R & B cuts were flowing from the outdoor speakers.
“What are you talking about?” Pilar lifted her alligator-framed Moss Lipow sunglasses and pushed them up high on her head. She had on a skimpy cream-colored Martinique string bikini, and the tops of her breasts were puffed out like fresh-baked corn muffins.
“I'm talking about
Mink
,” Barron said as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his starched designer shirt. He kicked off his imported leather shoes and set them up on a beach chair, and then unbuckled his belt and let his tailored pants fall down around his ankles. He took off his watch and peeled off his socks, and then stood there posted up in his sky-blue silk drawers looking like one big chocolate-covered muscle.
“She's back,” he said as he lowered himself into the bubbling water next to his cousin. She passed him her drink and he guzzled the whole shit down in one gulp and then said, “I walked into Mama's room today and damn if she wasn't standing there.”
Looking sexy as fuck,
he wanted to add.
“That bitch,” Pilar said, feeling her stomach clench into a knot. “You know why she came back. She ran through all her money and now she's broke again.”
“Damn right.” Barron nodded. “Broke as a joke. Why else would she bring her ass back down here?”
Pilar shrugged and narrowed her eyes. “Maybe somebody told her to come back. Maybe Dane or Uncle Suge got with her. She might have heard about the board meeting and the vote that's coming up.”
“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.

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