Dirty Rotten Liar (20 page)

S
elah was burning up on fire as she barked into the phone.

“Do you know what you did, you sick son of a bitch?” she blasted on Rodney Ruddman. “That girl you picked up could be my
daughter
! My goddamn
daughter
!”

Ruddman was cool as a winter breeze.

“Your daughter? Well, how was I supposed to know that, Mrs. Dominion? I thought she was just a regular hooker. Besides, you've made your decision, so what does it matter anyway?”

“What does it matter?” Selah gasped. “What does it
matter
? For all I know you've fucked me
and
my daughter, and you're asking me what does it matter?”

Rodney damn near chuckled. “Well if that girl
is
your daughter she sure can teach you a thing or two about how to suck—”

“Shut up!” Selah shrieked. “You just shut your ugly frog-face the fuck
up
. Do you hear me?”

“That's enough, Mrs. Dominion,” Rodney said calmly. “Name-calling is so unnecessary, don't you agree?”

“Kiss my black ass!” Selah exploded from the trenches of her heart. “Your ugly ass can go eat a whole bag of wiggly dicks!”

Selah slammed the phone down and gasped for breath as she paced the floor of her bedroom. She was mad as hell! At Ruddman and at Dy-Nasty too! And she was definitely done with both of their asses. Completely done.

Rodney Ruddman could take his froggish ass straight to hell, and Dy-Nasty could get the fuck up out of her mansion! Oh hell, yeah. That girl had to get gone! She had to
go
. But not before Selah got her goddamn ring back!

 

While Selah was busy blasting on Rodney Ruddman, Dy-Nasty had made herself a little phone call too.

“You should see how they actin', Ma! That damn Suge lied on me and tried to beat me outta a million dollars, and now Selah is tryna take my damn ring!”

“Uh-uh!” Pat said. “They must think you stupid, baby girl! Now you
really
gotta gank 'em, Dy-Nasty! There's more than one way to skin a damn snake! You know how we do. It's time for you to trap they rich asses in a vicious cross-con!”

“I know, Mama, but I'm down here by myself! How am I gonna do all that?”

“Easy! You got that ring stashed someplace safe, right? So tell 'em you want
two
million this time! They didn't wanna pay up to keep you quiet about Barron? Well Selah is they prissy-ass
mama
! They damn sure gonna hafta pay you to keep quiet about her hoe-ass shit!”

“But we ain't got that much time,” Dy-Nasty whined. “What am I supposed to do when them DNA results come back?”

“Well your ass ain't Sable so there ain't a damn thing you
can
do! You just betta get that money and get up outta there before the results come in, that's all!”

“But how am I gonna do that? Barron said they should be here any day now!”

Pat sighed. “Then you gotta make Mink drop her claim
before
the DNA results come back, stupid! Twist her arm up and make her tell them fools that
you're
the real Sable!”

“Mama! How in the hell am I gonna make her say that? Mink might be ugly, but that bitch is greedy too! She's tryna get paid!”

“Damn, Dy-Nasty! I
know
I taught you how to scheme harder than that! Just pretend you're only getting a million, then tell the damn girl you'll give her half a million if she drops her lil bullshit claim and lets
you
be Sable! That way, you get the cash and the inheritance money, and everything else the rest of them damn Dominions got too! Just try it. You heard what I said, right? Tell Mink you're gonna squeeze Selah for a million, and promise to give her half. Watch how fast her broke ass jumps all over you!”

Dy-Nasty pouted. “But I ain't tryna share none of my two million dollars with no damn Mink!”

“Girl please!” Pat growled into the phone. “Muthafuck Mink! We's scammin', remember? The only chick you gonna be sharing that money with is
me
!”

 

“That bitch ain't giving up that ring,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well we just gone hafta
jack
her ass for it then!” Bunni declared.

“Mama Selah shoulda just beat her ass and took it from her that night. Now that trick is either gonna pawn it for some chicken change, or stash it somewhere outta sight.”

“Where in the hell you think she's gonna hide it at?”

“I'on't know,” I shrugged. “I just hope like hell she don't slide it next to that ugly piece of slum she be wearing on her hammertoe.”

" On the real, I had felt bad for Mama Selah when Dy-Nasty ran up outta her suite with her precious jewels, but there was only so much that I could do. For one thing,
I
was a liar, okay? And a damn good one at that. And that's why I knew Selah was lying her ass off about some random oil billionaire just happening to find her damn ring and then sliding that shit to Dy-Nasty!

Naw, naw, hell to da naw!
Rich Mama Dominion was gonna have to come a whole lot better than that if she wanted somebody to buy the load of shit she was selling 'cause it was sounding real wack from where I stood!

And for another thing, on the low I was still kinda pissed with Selah! She had kicked me straight to the curb as soon as Dy-Nasty came on the scene, and I had to practically beg her ass for every little bit of time and attention I got. Selah had made it real hard for me to throw my con game down on her, and even though I didn't like seeing Dy-Nasty twist my play-mama's thong up in a knot, part of me felt like Selah prolly deserved that shit for clickin' up with that rough-ridin' chick over me!

“We gonna have to catch Dy-Nasty out there at just the right time,” I told Bunni. “If we roll on her in her room then we can beat the shit outta that slick-ass scripper and get that ring back before she goes blabbing off at the mouth about it.”

“Yeah, let's do that.” Bunni nodded and started taking off her earrings while I went in the bathroom to get the big jar of Vaseline. “Let's knock a hole in that bitch's back so deep we can stuff her whole damn head up her ass!”

We had stripped outta our finery and put our hair up and slapped Vaseline all over our faces and necks, but just as we were almost ready to creep down to Dy-Nasty's suite and put in some fist work, somebody banged on my door.

Me and Bunni stared at each other and frowned.

“Who is it?” I snapped like I was back in the projects somewhere.

“It's Dy-Nasty!”

I shot Bunni a look and she shot me one right back.

“Open the damn door and let the stank bitch in, Mink! Damn!”

Narrowing my eyes, I pranced my ass over to the door and flung it open wide.

Dy-Nasty stood there with her hands on her hips and poppin' hard on some pink Bazooka bubblegum. She had on a short skirt that didn't even fit her right, and she was about to poke me in the eyeball with them nipples of hers that stuck outta her tank top like two pointy darts.

“What?” I said, knowing I looked stupid as hell standing there with a bandana on my head and my face all greased up with Vaseline.

“Where you going wit' them fighting clothes on?” she said, giggling as she looked me up and down and peeped my sneakers and my battle gear. “Somewhere to get your ass kicked?”

I twisted my lips. “What the hell you come down here for?”

She chuckled as she banged her wide hips right past me and busted up in my room. “I came to
talk
, Mink. For real. I think it's time for you and me to have us a real long talk.”

“What y'all got to talk about?” Bunni jumped in.

Dy-Nasty waved her off. “This here shit is between me and Mink. Your ass ain't even family so you ain't got nothing to do with it, okay?”

“Oh, Bunni's family,” I said real quick. “She's family down to the bone, and blood is thicker than mud, baby! So whatever you brought your grimy ass down here to say you need to go ahead and spit it out while you still got all ya teeth!”

“Naw, I ain't sayin'
shit
in front of her ass, Mink! Bunni gots to
go
!”

I turned to my girl. “Gimme a quick minute, Bunni. I'll meet you downstairs in a few.” As soon as Bunni switched her gangsta booty out the door I turned on Dy-Nasty and said, “You got five minutes, trick. Four-fifty-nine now, and I'm counting!”

Dy-Nasty grinned. “All right. You ain't gotta get so shitty but since you put it like that then . . . handle this. You know that rich dude I met the other night, right? The one who slid me that bad-ass ring?”

“That's Mama Selah's ring!”

“Uh-huh,” Dy-Nasty nodded and agreed, “it sure is, 'cause Mama Selah's been
fuckin'
him!” She smirked. “She been fuckin' that ugly beast for a real long time, and
that's
how he got her ring!”

“What the hell is you talkin' about?” I bucked hard on her even though what she was saying was some damn sure juicy-ass news! I couldn't even see Mama Selah getting her illegal swerve on, but hey, ya never knew what a horny bitch in heat might do!

“You heard me.” Dy-Nasty shrugged. “That lil mush-faced nigga is her
boo.
And I can see why too. He's real fucked up in the grill but he got a monster dick and he can lick a mean cat.”

I wanted to close my eyes and plug up my ears!

“You's a lying-ass dog, Dy-Nasty! And even if Mama Selah was fuckin' out on the sly that ain't none of your damn bizzness!”

“Oh”—she gave me a slick lil smile like my noise wasn't getting her pressed out in the least—“it ain't none of
my
bizzness. You sho' right about that. But I got a feeling Daddy Viceroy would love to hear all about it, and if Mama Selah wants her goddamn ring back, then
some
damn body better change my name to Sable quick fast, 'cause I'ma need me a cool mil if y'all expect me to sit on that.”

“Y'all? How the hell you figure,
y'all
?”

Dy-Nasty put her hands on her hips and huffed. “It must be pretty fucked up to be ugly and slow at the same damn time, Mink! The reason I'm telling you is because I'm willing to split the loot with you, okay? Five hunnerd large each. Fifty-fifty. Right down the middle.”

My lip mighta curled up in disgust but my eyes damn sure got big.

“Oh, you tryna gank Mama Selah big-time, huh? Even though she might just be your Mama?”

Dy-Nasty grinned. “Damn right! You might love her ass but I sure as hell don't!”

“Yeah, so what kinda stupid shit I gotta do to get that type of cash?”

“Nothing much,” she said and shrugged all innocently. “You just gotta tell everybody that you really ain't Sable. And that
I am
.”

I stared her down. “For half a mil? I'on't know about that, Dy-Nasty. Lemme think about it for a minute.”

She nodded and switched her big booty outta my room.

“You think about it, Mink,” she said slickly. “You go right ahead and do that.”

 

Selah's forehead was full of worry lines as she thought about how she had practically begged Dy-Nasty to give her back her diamond ring. She had even offered to buy Dy-Nasty a ring for herself that was just as nice. But
noooo.
The young girl had refused to un-ass her property. In fact, she had threatened to tell Viceroy exactly who she'd gotten the ring from if Selah even thought about trying to take it away from her.

The threat on it's own was bad enough, but Selah knew she had stepped in some real stink dog shit when Dy-Nasty came to her room and told her she wanted to make a little deal.

“I know how bad you want your ring back, Mama Selah,” the girl had said sweetly. “So here's what I think I can do for you. If you tell Mink to kill all that noise about being Sable and just get her ass on up outta here and go back to New York, then we won't even need them DNA test results and you can just tell everybody that I'm Sable and make me a permanent member of the family. Bet?”

Selah had frowned and shook her head.

“I can't do that,” she tried to explain gently. “Mink has a right to her claim, and I can't make her drop it. Only the DNA results can prove which one of you is really Sable, dear, and they aren't back yet.”

“Oh well!” Dy-Nasty went in hard as she put her hands on her hips and smirked. “I'ma hafta collect two million dollars if you want your little ring back, then!”

Selah had been stunned. “Two million dollars? Are you serious?”

“Damn straight,” Dy-Nasty said, nodding. “Matter fact, I'ma need two million dollars
and
I'ma need you to tell everybody that I'm Sable. I don't give a damn what them DNA tests come back saying! If you want me to keep my mouth closed and give you back your damn ring, then that's what you gonna hafta do!”

Selah had stared deeply into the girl's cold, bottomless eyes.

“Could you really do something so foul to me, Dy-Nasty? Could you treat me this way even though you know there's a chance that I could be your mother?”

“Uh-huh!” Dy-Nasty bucked out her eyes and the truth was right there bold as day for Selah to see. “I sure the hell could!”

Selah had just stood there and stared at the girl. She had stared at Dy-Nasty Jenkins real long and real damn hard. And then she had walked that little bitch over to the door, pushed her trifling ass out, and picked up the phone to call the one person she knew could clean up a stankin' pile of shit like this with deadly discretion and lethal finesse.