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CHAPTER 4
K
elvin Merchant liked to make it hurt. Especially when he could do it on the sneak tip. Secret sexual sadism brought him the utmost erotic pleasure, and the agonizing thrill of the leather scrotum-scruncher that he had twisted tightly around the base of his fuzzy nuts had him erect and moaning and squirming all over his work stool.
Exclusively DNA was one of the busiest labs in town. Kelvin was responsible for a high volume of genetic testing, and he was sitting at the counter rubbing his throbbing erection and trying his best to formulate the summary of a report when suddenly the front door of the lab burst open and a raging black ass-kicking stormed in.
“Mr. Dominion!” Kelvin stammered and leaped nimbly to his feet. Despite the sweet pain that pulsated in his groin, the look of fury in Barron Dominion's dark eyes made Kelvin's erection go limp. He stared at the handsome, athletic-looking rich man, and as his fat cheeks jiggled in fear and surprise, the memory of the beat-down ol' boy had put on him was fresh in his mind.
“Mr. Dominion, my black ass,” Barron spit as he strode up to the counter and leaped over that shit like he was a regular gangsta from the streets.
Kelvin put his fat hands up to fend off the brutal blow he knew was coming. He liked pain, but the last thing he wanted was another head-butt from this fool, and he knocked over his stool as he stumbled backward trying to get out of range.
“Now what was all that bullshit you were talking on the phone?” Barron got up in his face and demanded as the pain freak standing in front of him trembled in fear.
“It's not b-b-bullshit,” Kelvin stuttered. “I don't know how it's possible, but we were sent another DNA specimen from a lab in Philadelphia. A man named Sam George called and told me to look out for it. He said it was just a routine test, and he told me not to bother you with the results. But I ran it personally. I ran it
twice.
And just like the sample we ran on Mink LaRue, this one came back a positive match for your sister Sable too. I thought you would wanna know about it.”
“Yo, hold the fuck up,” Barron said. He took a small step backward and shook his head. “Who the hell submitted a sample from way in Philly? We made it a rule that all DNA tests have to be performed right here in this lab.”
Kelvin nodded quickly. “That's right. The
testing
has to be performed here. But Sam George had the sample collected in Philly and then sent to us by express courier. I'm sorry, Mr. Dominion, but whoever this girl is, her DNA is a perfect match for your missing sister Sable.”
Barron felt his blood get hot. He knew exactly what time it was, and he wasn't up for no more games. Scheming tricksters! There was no way in fuck that the DNA from two different girls could both come up a match for Sable's, and since Barron truly believed his adopted little sister was long dead and long buried, then that meant somebody's slick ass was lying. Or maybe even
two
somebodies.
Pilar Ducane rolled up to the gates of the Dominion Estate in her custom-designed luxury Lexus coupe. Spritzed in a light cloud of Chanel No. 5, her lace-front weave perfectly framed her face and she tapped one expertly manicured fingernail on the steering wheel as she waited for the huge, ornate gates to slide open.
She glanced at the car's center console as her cell phone rang and the display lit up. Her so-called fiancés name and number flashed on the screen and she pushed the decline button and smirked as she rolled her eyes. No matter how raggedy her life was right now, Ray was such a buster that he was the last person she wanted to talk to.
While it was true that the cunning Dallas diva had been knocked down by her father's recent financial troubles, she damn sure wasn't knocked out. No matter what angle you approached Pilar from she was sharp as a sword. From head to toe, every single detail of her attire had been selected with the utmost taste and elegant attention, and the total cost of today's ensemble, including her authentic designer handbag, was well over twenty grand.
Pilar drove through the gates and parked her whip right outside the mansion's front door. She'd gotten a crazy phone call from her adopted cousin, Barron, and the cockamamie story he'd told her had her bottom lip twisted with anger and envy.
Mink LaRue.
That slimy bitch was still trying to run game. Why that sleazy Harlem hoodrat couldn't get hit by a city bus or fall in front of a goddamn subway train was a freakin' mystery. Pilar was family, and Mink was a fraud. There was no way in hell she should have been riding around broke and busted while Mink dug her fingers deep down in the family cookie jar. Pilar had always thought of herself as a ruthless and cunning go-getter, but after watching a professional slicksta like Mink sashay away with a nice slice of the Dominion fortune stuck up her ass, Pilar knew it was time for her to tighten up her hustle and get her own game back up to par.
As the spoiled daughter of Selah's brother Digger Ducane, Pilar wasn't used to coming in second best to
anybody
, and she damn sure wasn't used to being denied anything she had set her eye on. Her father had been one of Dominion Oil's largest contractors, and Pilar had been raised in the lap of luxury, that is, until the economy fell off and took Digger's once-prosperous oil transport business right down a shit-hole with it.
Almost overnight Pilar had gone from splurging on clothes, jewels, and every other luxury item a beautiful high-society diva could ask for, to having her credit cards melting at every store in town. Pilar had cried and blamed her father for damn near sending them to the poorhouse but, she silently admitted as a servant opened the mansion's front door and she stepped inside the cool, elegant parlor, she had blamed her super-rich relatives too. The goddamn Dominions. They had a shitload of money and Pilar was dying to get her hands on their cash and their last name too.
And to make sure she got both of those things, Pilar had worked herself up a real slick plan. She'd always been moist between the legs for her fine-ass cousin Barron, and since he had been adopted by the Dominions when he was a baby and wasn't really blood family, she saw nothing wrong with laying her whip appeal on him every chance she got. She'd already sent Barron's sniveling white fiancée, Carla, running out the door, and if it went down the way Pilar schemed for it to go down, Barron was gonna forget he'd ever known that skinny white bitch and put a big fat ring on the luscious ba-donka-donk that Pilar was laying on him.
Yeah, all the fuck-me flirting and the horny little sexcapades that Pilar had been pulling on Barron had been working like a charm. That is, until some New York skeezer named Mink LaRue showed up outta nowhere and dropped a big load of urban shade on her bright Texas shine.
“Trifling bitch!” Pilar muttered under her breath. Her heels click-clacked on the stone floors as she strode through the large sitting area and headed toward Barron's office. Somehow Mink had schemed herself into the exact position that Pilar had been aiming for—wearing the Dominion last name—and not only had her aunt Selah fallen for the girl's fake-ass act, Barron's horny eye had zoomed in on her big, thunked-out ghetto booty too.
It was pitiful, Pilar thought, the way brainless chickens like Mink had nothing but the shape of their asses to fall back on. Barron was a real smart dude, and he was used to being around some of the most beautiful women in the state of Texas. But there was something about that funktified skank Mink that had put a mean rock in his stuffy silk drawers. Yeah, he tried to hide it and he was way too bougie to admit he wanted to fuck her, but Pilar knew lust when she saw it, and her cousin B, the rich dude that she was trying her best to hook up with for life, was lusting like hell after his adopted sister Mink.
Just thinking that shit made Pilar get evil, and she couldn't keep the wicked glint out of her eyes or the smirk off her lips when she walked into Barron's office and closed the door, then sat down across from his desk and crossed her sexy legs.
“Now tell me that story again,” she demanded as her cousin glanced up from a document he was reading. The look in Barron's handsome dark eyes went from surprised to seduced in two seconds flat. Pilar giggled inside. This nigga was sprung. Smelling her vapors. His gaze roamed all over Pilar's deliciously shaped frame, and she knew he was remembering that bomb jockey hump she had put on him just two days ago.
“It's just like I said on the phone,” Barron said slowly as his eyeballs roamed up and down her shapely legs, “I got a call from the DNA lab. They claim they've got another match for Sable's DNA. It came from a girl somewhere in Philadelphia. That's all I know.”
“See, I knew it!” Pilar shrieked and jumped to her feet. Her firm breasts jiggled beneath the fine fabric of her short Pucci dress, and she saw Barron's eyes zoom toward her erect nipples. She walked over to him and perched her heart-shaped ass on the edge of his huge wood desk. Everything in Barron's office was sleek and polished and required maintenance, and Pilar knew she fit right in.
“I told you that bitch Mink was lying! Her scheming ass was lying the whole damn time. I knew she wasn't Sable right from the jump. That chick didn't have me faded for a minute!”
“Yeah, Mink is definitely a fraud, and some shady shit is definitely up,” Barron agreed. “And she's stupid too. You just can't have two sets of DNA come up a match for one person. That shit is impossible. But on the real, whoever this Philly girl is, she must be scheming too.”
“Why do you say that?”
Barron shrugged and stood up. He looked like a million dollars coated in creamy milk chocolate, and he was worth a whole lot more than that. He thrust his hands down in the pockets of his William Fioravanti suit and shook his head.
“Sable is dead, Pilar. If you ask me, she's
been
dead. Probably since the day she got snatched. All of this searching we've been doing for her, and all this head banging and fighting off her wannabes . . . It ain't been nothing but a waste of time and money. I've been looking for a way to break it to my moms that there can't be any
real
DNA match out there for Sable, because there is no
Sable
out there! Not anymore. For real, my sister is dead. Gone.”
Pilar slid her butt off the edge of the desk and stepped up closer to her cousin. Her nose was level with the knot in his tie, and she inhaled the very rare scent of his ultra-expensive Clive Christian's Imperial Majesty and swallowed hard.
“Well if you thought Sable was dead then why in the hell did you let Mink get away with all her inheritance money? Hell! I could have used that mo—” she started, and then bit her tongue and walked her mouth back. “I mean,
the family
could have used that money on other stuff.”
“See there.” Barron grinned and slid his big hands around her tight waist. He knew damn well Pilar was supposed to be off limits, but ever since he had broken up with Carla, his cousin had been sliding all over his dick like syrup on a pancake stack. “That's where you're wrong, Pilar. I knew Mink was gaming, but she had my moms blinded. It didn't matter what kind of charges I brought on the girl, or what I could prove, Mama just didn't care. She said she blamed herself for how Mink's life turned out, so whatever grimy shit Mink did couldn't have been her own fault.”
“I understand how your mother feels, but you still shouldn't have let Mink get that money! She didn't deserve it because she's
not
Sable!”
Barron let his hands slip down Pilar's waist and cup her soft, round ass. “Listen, baby,” he said. He pressed his nose into her neck and then ran the tip of his wet tongue over the rim of her ear. “We're running a business here, and one of the first things you learn about money is, if you gotta pay somebody a couple of grand to keep from paying them a couple of million, then you pay 'em. That little bit of money was nothing compared to what Mink might get if Daddy is kicked off the board and the trust fund is activated at Dominion Oil. That's where all the
real
money is, and
that's
what I've gotta find a way to stop Mink from getting.”
“And how are you going to do that?” Pilar asked, enjoying the way his strong fingers felt rubbing and stroking all over her ass. “What you gonna do? Kill her?”

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