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We were almost out the door when the big bouncer got stupid and banged me and Dy-Nasty's heads together, clapping our domes until they vibrated like a pair of cymbals. Without a word, we spun around and ate his ass up, swinging wild hay-makers and tryna claw his eyeballs outta the sockets with our nail tips. The dude who was handling Bunni let her go so he could come help his boy, and what did he do that for because Bunni jumped in it too. We rat-packed his ass! We fought like a trio of men, punching, biting, and scratching until they tossed us out the door and all three of us landed outside on our asses.
Dane came busting out the door right behind us, and he helped us stand up and hustled us across the street.
“Damn
Three the Hard Way
! What the hell happened in there?”
Our shit was hit. Dy-Nasty's zipper had ripped and her jumpsuit was hanging wide open, the strap over my shoulder was torn and my dress was flapping free at the top, and Bunni was limping on one foot because she had lost one of her shoes.
“What the hell happened in there?” Dane repeated. “Why y'all had to get so ill?”
“Ask her,” Bunni pointed at Dy-Nasty and rolled her eyes. “That dirty bitch started it.”
That Philly trick had the nerve to throw it all on me.
“Nah, don't be asking me shit!
She
fuckin' started it!”
“
Uh-uh
baby,” I said, looking down at the strands of horsehair that were still tangled between my fingers. “Mizz Mink didn't start it,
mamacita
, but I damn sure finished it!”
CHAPTER 19
I
got up with the chickens the next morning so I could get an early start on my grind. Even though my head was still bangin' I was gonna go upstairs and snuggle in that big bed with Selah and let her hold me the way she liked to. I figured we could call down to the kitchen again and have the cook bring us up some French toast, and this time I would even eat a lil bit of that dog food-lookin' corned beef hash just to make Selah happy.
My morning breath was still kickin' hot from last night's yak, and I ran in the bathroom to brush my teeth real quick. Bunni was snoring in her room next door, and after I brushed my brights and gargled with some cinnamon Scope, I slipped on my cute mint green Baby Phat bathrobe and slid my feet into the sweet little slippers that matched.
The sun was just coming up and the mansion was creepy quiet as I ran up the circular staircase and headed toward the far wing of the house. My feet were silent as they sank into the plush carpet, and the smell of lemon air freshener greeted me in the halls.
Even though it was real early I knew Selah would be up. And even if she wasn't up yet, I knew she would be glad to see me. Yeah, she had kinda fronted me off and played me a little chilly in front of everybody, but how could you expect somebody to act when they had just had the shit shocked outta them?
Probably the same way I acted when I knocked on her bedroom door and got the shit shocked outta me!
I knocked twice real soft. My mouth was kinda dry as I pressed my ear to the door, and I coulda sworn I heard voices coming from inside. I bit my bottom lip and frowned.
Chill your ass out, girl. It's prolly just the TV.
I knocked again, a little bit harder, and Selah's voice rang out real loud and clear.
“Come on in.”
I pushed the door open and took three steps inside, and then I straight-up froze.
“Oh!” My eyes bucked open and my heart jumped way down into the pit of my stomach.
That
bitch
. That dirty, rotten, grimy
bitch
!
Dy-Nasty was laid up in Selah's big old bed. On
my
side. In
my
spot! And with that stringy, nasty, ghetto horsehair of hers spread out all over
my
pillow!
I swallowed my shock and surprise. A re-run of
Survivor
was playing on the DVR. “Oh, sorry. My bad. I didn't know you already had company.”
“Yes,” Selah said coolly as she walked over to where DyNasty was laying, “but come on in, Mink. What gets you up so early this morning?”
My eyes swept over the room and landed on the half-eaten plate of food on Dy-Nasty's end table. There was a piece of crust leftover from some French toast and the smell of maple syrup was in the air.
“Nothing,” I said, tryna play it off.
“Okay, hold still,” Selah said like she didn't even hear me. She leaned over Dy-Nasty and I saw she had a Q-tip in her hand. “That's a real nasty scratch on your pretty face, baby. Don't worry,” she said as she dabbed some kinda ointment on Dy-Nasty's jaw where my nails had raked her. “This is the good stuff so it won't even sting.”
That goddamn
faker
! She had the nerve to close her eyes and wince in pain like somebody had sliced her damn throat open or something! “Thank you, Mommy,” Dy-Nasty cooed like a sweet little girl, and as soon as Selah turned around to throw the Q-tip away, Dy-Nasty flashed me a grin and shot me the finger too.
“I guess I better go back downstairs,” I said, feeling some kinda way inside. And it wasn't just because I was all of a sudden having to go head-up and compete with Dy-Nasty neither. That part was easy. Nah, this thing kinda felt like jealousy. 'Cause ever since this trick right here showed up it seemed like Selah had forgotten all about me!
“Okay, baby. We're leaving for Houston in a few hours,” Selah reminded me offhandedly. “I'll see you then.”
That heffah didn't try to stop me from leaving or say nothing else, so with pain in my heart and my ass dragging down to the floor, I dipped.
 
“Never let 'em see you sweat,” Bunni advised me later that morning when it was time for us to leave for Houston. “Stop whining and fix your damn face, Mink. Your ass gots'ta be fly and flouncy today. Get on up outta that bed and throw on something real slutty. I want you to show your tits
and
your teeth today, ya heard?”
I shrugged and rolled over in the bed and punched my pillow. “I ain't getting up. I don't feel like going.”
Bunni broke. “You don't feel like going? What in the hell wrong wit'chu? Don't tell me you lettin' that raggedy hood chick punk you out! We came down here to
work
, baby. To stack some paper and get some
cheese
, girl! Since when Mizz LaRue don't feel like making her no money?”
I understood where Bunni was coming from but after seeing Dy-Nasty all up in Selah's bed like that I had come downstairs and got straight up under my covers, and now I didn't wanna move.
“On the real tip, I don't see what the damn problem is
anyway
,” Bunni hollered as she turned around and stomped toward her bathroom. “So
what
Selah likes Da-Nasty's ugly ass better than she likes you? You came down here to
gank
yo play-mama, remember? Not marry her ass! The only thing you need to be worrying about is passing that damn DNA test again. We still ain't found out which lab they're gonna use.”
I groaned into my pillow. The DNA test was another big problem I was facing. Uncle Suge and Dane were supposed to find the new lab and work out a big-money deal with the management to make sure I was a match, but if that shit fell through then me and Bunni could just bend over and kiss our black asses good-bye because Dy-Nasty was gonna be rollin' around all in our dough.
I got up and started putting my clothes on. Bunni had said I should go slutty, but I decided to put on a cute pair of jeans that were dark navy and dressy, but fit the humps of my ass like a real thin glove. I topped up with a cherry-red spandex shirt that had a deep V-dip in the front and in the back, and the word
DIVA
centered in diamond studs. I styled my bright red Glama-Glo with the thick spiral curls, and put on an elegant diamond necklace that I had boosted and a pair of earrings that matched.
I didn't feel like putting no whole lot of makeup on my face, so I just slapped on the basics. A little mascara and some pretty red lip gloss. I slipped on my navy-blue Cha-Cha sandals with the cute diamond-studded buckles on the sides, and I was ready to dip.
I had never been one for hospitals and I didn't see why we had to go back to see Viceroy all the damn time, but Selah said the doctors wanted to discuss giving him some kind of experimental drug from China that was used as a brain stimulator for people who were in deep comas. “And besides,” Selah also said, “I'd like Viceroy to have a chance to meet Dy-Nasty. This could be his last opportunity.”
Trust me, I was all about exploiting opportunities when we got on the
Diva Dominion
and went to take our seats. Any other time my ass woulda flew straight to the back to try to sit with Bunni and Dane, but this time I made sure to get the seat next to Selah. She gave me a big smile that made me feel a little better, but my mood got sho'nuff busted again when she patted the seat on the other side of her and waved Dy-Nasty over, and then told Barron to go sit in the back with his brother.
It was a real short ride, but for some reason it seemed like we was up in the air forever and ever and ever. The whole time we were flying I sat there with my arms folded and my lip poked out as Selah and Dy-Nasty igged me and went on and on and on talking about those damn reality shows just like I wasn't even there.
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!”

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