Dirty Rotten Liar (13 page)

“How bad you want this shit?” he growled.

I glanced over my shoulder and damn near fainted at the sight of his muscle-bound chest, rocked-up arms, and forty-pack abs.

Instead of answering, I reached back and grabbed my own ass-cheeks. I spread them thick babies open slow and wide so he could see all the creamy juices that were leaking from my tight pink slit.

“Bad enough for my pussy to beg for it,” I said, and then I giggled at the look on his face.

“Goddamn. This the prettiest damn pussy I ever seen,” Suge declared, and then he dove up in my shit, forcing his thick tube of meat into my juicy opening and ramming that shit all up in my guts.

I grunted as his pole sank into me. And then I arched my back and twerked my ass and massaged the hell outta my hot swollen clit as Suge pounded me out like a pro.

By the time he licked the back of my neck and then busted his walnut deep up in my twat, I had already gotten me two big nuts and one little tiny one for the road.

We laid on the couch sweating and panting with the smell of burning steak coming in from the patio outside. I was still stretched out on my stomach and he was leaning most of his weight on his forearms and spooning me from the back.

“Now what was that you wanted to holler at me about?”

I pressed my face deeper into the pillows and frowned. I wanted to tell him about Dy-Nasty's shiesty little gank, but all I could hear was Bunni's warnings ringing out in my ears.

I don't know why you all of a sudden wanna help
Barron
out! He damn sure wouldn't do nothin' to help
you
!

Before I could say anything Suge's cell phone sounded off. I lifted my head and swiveled my neck around and eyed him as he leaned over and snatched his pants up off the floor. I felt some kinda way when he frowned at his cell phone, then swiped his thumb across the screen and backed up on his knees and turned away from me.

“Yo, what's up?” I heard him growl. “Oh yeah? A'ight, cool. I'm in the middle of something right now but I'll swing by in a few and we can holla.”

“Who was that?” my nosy-ass demanded as he got up off the couch and I followed him up the steps to the shower. It was one of them bricked joints with stone everywhere and it was so deep it didn't even need no shower curtain.

“That was ya girl Dy-Nasty,” he said over his shoulder as he turned on the hot water and it gushed out and sprayed from the soaker jets.

I felt my insides start to boil.

“Oh yeah, what that bitch want with you?” I blurted, scrunching up my face.

Suge shrugged. “She said she needs to get with me about something real crucial.”

“Oh yeah?” I was really heated now. “So what, you gonna just jump up from bangin' me and run over there to see her?”

“Uh-huh,” Suge said, and nodded. He reached out and cupped the back of my neck with his big-old paw and pulled my naked booty under the shower spray with him.

I pressed up against his hardness and let my tongue slither over his wet nipple.

“You really gonna leave me and go see her when you know I can't stand that bitch?”

He kissed me on my forehead and squeezed my titty real gently and chuckled. “Hell yeah. 'Cause when a cutthroat chick like Dy-Nasty wants to run off with her mouth, you gotta let her run it.”

S
uge could feel Dy-Nasty grilling him on the sneak tip as he sped down the highway with her in the passenger seat of his monster truck. She was fine as hell but he wasn't impressed with her because he already knew the drill. Not only was he paid out the ass and powerful as fuck, he lived and breathed his hustle and it showed in his swag. Chicks were always tryna get at him, and this shiesty little street sweeper sitting beside him was no exception.

He was real comfortable handling the huge piece of truck he pushed, and he rode with his seat nice and low. Twirling a toothpick around in his mouth and driving with one hand on the wheel, Suge could tell Dy-Nasty was waiting for the right time to make her move, so he chilled and bided his time too.

She had hit him on his cell while he was laid up with Mink and asked him to give her a ride to a fish joint up in Dallas. Suge had picked her up from the mansion and now, igging the hungry, conniving looks she was throwing him from the corner of her eye, Suge nodded his head to the beat that blared from his deluxe package stereo system as he punched his gas pedal hard to the floor.

Dy-Nasty was still grilling him but Suge was cool with it. A gutter chick like her was gonna throw down some game wherever she saw an opening, and all he had to do was sit back and relax and let her walk right into his trap.

And sure enough, by the time they pulled up outside the combination fish joint and BBQ pit that was in a little strip mall, Dy-Nasty was more than ready to spill every last one of her baked little beans.

“Okay, looka here, Uncle Suge,” she blurted outta the slick side of her mouth as they climbed outta his truck and walked toward the restaurant. “I got somethin' I wanna get witchu about, and the only reason I called you to put you on is 'cause I can tell that you the one who's really runnin' this family bizz, 'cause you the only one who got some sense about yourself.”

Suge tongued his toothpick as he side-eyed her. A slight grin was on his lips, but if her vision wasn't so faded by dollar signs Dy-Nasty woulda been able to peep the deadly frost that was lurking in his eyes.

“See now,” she kept running off at the mouth as they walked inside, “I ain't even gonna fuck with none of the rest of them Dominions 'cause like I said, I already know who's really runnin' shit around here. All of them be steady kissing Barron's ass like he's some kinda fuckin' boss, but that's some bullshit 'cause Barron can't even get his own dick outta a pickle jar!”

Suge paid for her order at the counter and then they slid into a booth at the back of the restaurant to wait for the food. Dy-Nasty could barely wait for her ass to touch the seat so she could get back to running her game, and Suge laughed inside as the dumb little guttersnipe went into seduce-a-trick mode. He was amused as fuck as she slid her pink tongue wetly over her lips and then stared deep into his eyes and sat up straight, arching her back like a kitten. Pouting her lips, she pushed her round titties forward and stared at him through her false eyelashes as her body started giving off that old time-tested “come fuck the shit outta me” scent.

Suge wanted to laugh for real now. His dick didn't even think about waking up as Dy-Nasty tried to throw her free-hot-pussy game down on him. His one-eyed monster kept right on snoring like a muthafucka 'cause this run-through trick right here wasn't the type of broad he woulda fucked with his toe, let alone with his precious dick.

“Check it out, Uncle Suge,” she said, leaning across the table toward him. “I got me some dirt on Barron that's gonna fuck him up for life!”

“On Bump?”

Dy-Nasty nodded. “Uh-huh. On that stuck-up muthafucka who be tryna act like he so much smarter than everybody else!”

Suge's expression never changed.

“Oh yeah?” he said quietly, flipping his toothpick over with his tongue.

Dy-Nasty leaned in even closer and Suge peeped her entire hustle in the glint of her devilish eyes.

“Yep. Be'lee that. I found some pictures of him online. Wearing a skirt and sucking a
dick
!”

Suge never moved a muscle. His eyes looked like two ice cubes as he chewed his toothpick and grilled her. “Is that right?”

She nodded again. “Damn right. Check this out.” She whipped out her cell phone and punched in a Web site, then passed it to him. She was grinning her ass off as Suge scrolled through a series of pictures of Barron in a bunch of different poses, each one more fucked up than the last one.

“
Okay
?” Dy-Nasty squealed. “See what I'm sayin'? And just like Barron was gonna use all that dirt he dug up on me and Mink to knock us off the block and keep us outta that trust fund, now my ass got something that I can use to knock him off his block too! And if that muthafucka wants me to keep my mouth closed about what he been out there doin' in the dark, then somebody is gonna hafta
pay
me!”

“Pay you?” Suge sat up straight and pretended like he was surprised. “How much are you trying to get paid, sugar?”

“I'm tryna get the same damn thang every damn body else got! I want Sable's whole inheritance plus a little bit extra! Matter fact, y'all can just go 'head and drop a quick
million
in my bank account! That's three years worth of trust fund money, plus the same hundred-grand inheritance dough y'all gave to Mink. And if anybody got a problem payin' to shut me up about these pictures then you can just
tell
me! I know y'all rich muthafuckas done heard of the World Wide Web, right? Well fuck with me and I'ma put Barron's down-low ass on the world-wide-
blast
and tell his daddy and 'nem ere'thang I know!”

Suge held up his hand like he was a peacemaker instead of a hit man.

“Now slow down, darling,” he soothed her. “Ain't no need for all them threats, okay, sugar? Lemme see if I can work a lil something out for you. I can't promise you nothing or make you no guarantees, but trust me, I'ma do my best to make sure you get everything you need.”

 

Suge dropped Dy-Nasty back off at the Dominion mansion and then zipped over to his man's office on the north side of Dallas. Two hours later he was back on the highway headed south and chewing a fresh toothpick as he hit a button on his center console and listened as the phone rang over the truck's speaker system.

“Lil Bump,” he said when it was answered and he heard his nephew's voice on the other end. “We got us a little problem,” he said quietly. “I need you to meet me at the Bat Cave, my nigga. And get there as soon as you can.”

T
he ten-acre ranch was located off a dirt road deep in the Texas brush, and if you didn't know it was there you never woulda found it. The structure was over ten thousand square feet of hard masculine wood and tinted glass, and Viceroy had built it twenty years ago as a secret refuge where him and his most trusted henchmen could retreat to when critical, and sometimes life-and-death, decisions needed to be made.

The ranch was fortified by some of the best security systems in the world, and an intricate set of codes had to be entered into a panel before a heavy, wrought-iron gate slid back on the fenced-in compound.

Admittance was by invitation only, and since the only two people who knew the codes to the security system were Viceroy and Suge, Barron knew his uncle had summoned him out there to discuss some real critical shit.

Suge was waiting for him near the gates of the compound, and when Barron pulled up in his brother Dane's Hummer, Suge punched in the code and then nodded and waved him through.

Barron parked on the paved lot right beside Suge's massive truck, and then he got out and followed his uncle inside. This was only the third time Barron had been invited out to the ranch, and he was still in awe of the place. It was a gangster's den. A place where dangerous men met to make crucial, cutthroat decisions. Barron stood in the middle of the large room and took it all in. The one-story ranch house was huge, and the fact that all ten thousand feet of it was spread out on one level made it seem even bigger.

There were several underground bunkers on the property, and Barron remembered Viceroy telling him that if the shit ever hit the fan and the country came under attack he needed to get with Suge and bring the entire family out here so they could hide out in the bunkers. According to his father, there was a ventilated air supply and enough guns, bullets, food, and water stored underground to last the entire Dominion clan at least three months.

“Goddamn, Bump!” Suge said as soon as he got a good look at his nephew. Barron had a nice round bald patch shaved in his head about the size of a quarter. “Who in the hell busted you upside your head?”

Barron shrugged as he thought about Pilar bitch-cracking him with that wine bottle. “It ain't nothing. I fell and nicked my head on some metal bleachers at the gym. I had to get ten stitches and a tetanus shot.”

Suge smirked and raised his eyebrow but he didn't press him.

“Well come on in and relax yourself, B,” he told him as he walked over to a large, well-stocked bar up against the wall and poured them both a stiff drink.

Barron sat down in a plush leather armchair and tried to get comfortable as he wondered for the fiftieth time what the hell Suge had brought him out here for.

Suge looked deadlier than a muthafucka as he handed Barron a double shot of Rémy, and then he sat down across from him and tossed his whole shit back in one swallow.

“We got us a situation.”

There was no beating around the bush. Suge opened up on him and started laying shit down, and in that instant Barron knew exactly why his father had hired his baby brother as the leader of the Dominion war council all them years ago. 'Cause if your nuts ever got trapped in a metal vice or you woke up one day with your dick stuck in a real tight keyhole, Suge was the kind of take-care-of-bizz nigga you could call to get it out.

Barron sat there with his stomach caving in, and even before the first words dropped out of his uncle's mouth he knew exactly what the man was gonna say.

“I got a call from Dy-Nasty today. There's some bad pictures of you out there on the Internet. They ain't suitable for viewing and we gotta get rid of 'em. But it's gonna cost us a million dollars.”

Barron bucked. “A million fuckin' dollars? Are you serious?”

“That's the askin' price,” Suge said calmly, and then he grilled Barron hard, checking him with the ice in his eyes. “But you already knew about them pictures, didn't you?”

Barron sighed, then nodded and fessed up.

“This cat named Dopeman got me. He put a roofie or something in my drink and it fucked me up, man. That's how they got them pictures, Suge.”

Suge got swole. “Listen here, Bump. When a Dominion man runs up on trouble we don't hide from that shit, you hear me? We come out here, right here to this
very room,
and we figure out how to kill that shit.”

Barron hung his head low. The humiliation of getting caught on camera looking like a drag queen was bad enough, but to have that criminal-minded Dy-Nasty find out about those pictures and try to blackmail him was way fuckin' worse.

“That grimy skank,” he muttered under his breath. “We gotta get rid of that bitch!”

Barron wanted to bend over and kick himself square up the ass. He'd thought Mink was a nasty scuzzball, but Dy-Nasty was a scuzzball soaked in toilet water! He never should have brought her to Texas with him in the first damn place. He should have left her right up in that cruddy strip joint where he had found her ass, but
noooo.
He was so busy trying to bust Mink out that he had traded ghetto for gutter and ended up getting shit on instead.

“Dy-Nasty didn't find those pictures by herself. Who told her? Who put her dumb ass up to this shit? I bet you any amount of money it was Mink!”

Suge shook his head and frowned. “I don't think so. There's too much bad blood between them two. If I had to bet I'd say Mink would hop on your team over Dy-Nasty's seven days a week.”

Barron frowned. Mink was the
last
damn person he would've expected to look out for him. Matter fact, he wouldn't count on Mink to piss on him if his ass was on fire.

He shook his head. “We can't pay that bitch no million dollars, Uncle Suge,” he blurted. “Hell nah, we can't do that.”

Barron had access to a nice hunk of money, but a payment that size would trigger an automatic audit on Dominion Oil's accounts, and with his father out of his coma and almost back up on his feet, there's no way in hell he could hide some shit like that.

“Uh-uh, man,” he repeated. “We can't do that.”

“Hell naw,” Suge said, and shook his head just once. “We ain't payin' her ass shit. Look, this thing is bad,” Suge told him quietly, “but it ain't as bad as it can get. I know where those pictures are. I had my boy sniff 'em out and he's an expert in this kinda shit. He traced the IP address where the files are being hosted, and we about to fry that shit like a pan of bacon. In about thirty minutes my dude is gonna send a fuckin' virus into that mainframe that'll make them pictures disappear forever, B, but there's still something else we gonna hafta handle, you know. We gots to handle
Dy-Nasty
.”

Suge's killer eyes bored deeply into his nephew's, and as he ran down his gully plan, Barron saw something in his uncle's gaze that confirmed what he had always known.

No matter what kinda bullshit went down between them, his uncle Suge was one hundred percent down for the team. Suge loved him, and he would lay his ass all the way in the gutter for him, if that's what Barron needed him to do.