Dirty Rotten Liar by Noire Page B

shit really hit the fan big-time when she excused herself to take a call from Viceroy’s doctors and hurried outta the room.
    Barron looked over his shoulder until he was sure his mama was gone, and then he turned around and dropped a shit bomb down on the whole fuckin’ table.
    â€œA’ight, now. I hate to be the one to piss in your hair weave,” he said, grinning real hard as he busted Dy-Nasty out, “but now that Pops is awake and back with us, that little bullshit vote the board passed to give all y’all three hundred grand a year is a wrap . Sisters and brothers, the door to the trust fund has been officially closed , and I’ll be filing a motion to have the board’s vote annulled the first thing tomorrow morning.”
    Pilar sat there grinning like a muthafucka but you woulda thought somebody had melted all the glue outta Dy-Nasty’s ratchet-ass horse tail.
    â€œUh-uh,” she protested, coming up off her knee and climbing back up in her chair. “Wait a minute! Wait a goddamn minute! What the hell did you say just now?” she blasted on Barron. “Come again?” Her cat-eyes flashed in her face and she looked ready to jump all over him and take his ass to the mat.
    â€œWhatchu mean the trust fund is a wrap ?” She wagged her head back and forth. “Naw, naw, naw to da naw ! That trust fund ain’t no wrap, Bearrun ! Ain’t nobody tryna hear that shit! You owe me, baby! I worked for minez, remember? I don’t care if ya daddy done woke up or not. That first DNA test said I’m Sable, and I want everythang all the rest of y’all been getting except I want my dough all lumped up in a big fat ball right now !”
    â€œWell the first DNA test said Mink was Sable too !” Bunni jumped in from the other side of me. “And Mink took her damn test first! So why should you get to keep the whole three hundred smack-smacks all to yourself?”
    â€œNeither one of y’all is getting shit !” Barron hollered. “And if either one of y’all gave a damn about my pops and half a damn about my moms, then both of y’all would get’ta steppin’ out the door like you had some goddamn sense!”
    Barron looked spitting mad. He was grilling me and Dy-Nasty like he just wanted us to run off at the mouth. Like he was just itchin’ for one of us to go on a slick lil lip trip.
    But I wasn’t about to bite at that bait. I just sat there and stared back at his stupid ass and didn’t say shit. And really, there was nothing I needed to say any damn way. Because something told me that after hearing what she had just heard, money-grubbin’ Dy-Nasty was about to do enough screaming, biting, and backstabbing for the both of us!

CHAPTER 13
    A fter dinner me and Bunni went upstairs so we could get our heads right with dick-slangin’ Dane up in his private little fuck-palace over the Dominion’s eight-car garage. A hot Reem Raw track was flowing from his deluxe speaker system and glowing sticks of incense were burning in about five ashtrays.
    Dane was one of them real tasty-lookin’ niggas. Pure-dee eye candy. He rocked some real tight twisties in his thick, curly hair, and his chocolate skin looked so damn smooth and sweet it shoulda had a golden candy wrapper around it.
    We were walking into his loft when Bunni tried to pinch me as she licked her lips and checked out his package. I was still hyped over all the shit we had heard at dinner so I elbowed her and rolled my eyes, but I could feel where she was coming from ’cause Dane was holdin’. His chest and shoulder muscles was all over the damn place, and his tight stomach had at least ten cans on it. He had on a baggy pair of white basketball shorts, and two phat diamond earrings glinted from his lobes.
    He fired up some sticky green and him and Bunni got down on a little bit of hash. Both of them were tossing back double shots of yakkety-yak, but