up to welcome us. She was sitting at a table that was covered by an umbrella so damn big it looked like a flying saucer. “Nice dress. Come on over here so I can introduce you and Bunni to some of my family.”
She led us over to a long table where a bunch of people sat around grubbing.
“Everybody, this is Mink LaRue and her friend Bunni. They’re visiting us from New York. Mink and Bunni, everybody here is family. They’re either part of the Ducane clan from Brooklyn, where I grew up, or they’re Dominions from Houston where my husband Viceroy was raised. Either way, they love to eat and they came to party!”
Uh-huh. I knew it! I laughed inside as I checked out her crew and listened to some of their convo. All that Oreo-ass bougie shit she had put out in them online video clips was a real front. These folks were hood-rich. They had money out the ass, but the street was in their blood. Most of them looked deep-ghetto, and they were getting busy playing spades and bones, and a few thug-lookin’ fools were shooting Cee-Low up against a big chest full of ice and making that “ ahht !” sound every time the dice rolled over and hit the ground.
I smiled real cool and shook everybody’s hand as we were introduced. A few of the older women hugged me and complimented me on my diamond doughnut. I recognized some of the closer members of the family, and I was able to match a lot of faces to the names I had already read about on the Internet and memorized.
“This is my oldest son, Barron,” Selah said as we walked up to a dude who looked like a younger version of that buff chocolate nigga Terrell Owens. Dude was even finer in person than he had looked in his pictures. His body was beastly, the kinda cut-up physique you expected to see on a star football player. He got up to shake my hand and we caught a whiff of each other’s flow. I wasn’t surprised when he put his arm around Selah and pulled her close to him like I was some kinda ghetto vampire out to suck his mama’s blood.
“Unh!” Bunni grunted behind me. “Nigga fine!” she whispered with her lips damn-near on my neck. “Get ’em! Get ’em! Shit, y’all ain’t related! Y’all was both adopted !”
“It’s nice to meet you.” I gave him a soft smile. I had read all about Barron Dominion and I wasn’t tryna throw no suspicious vibes his way. GQ had done a spread on him, and I knew he was the tight-ass lawyer type. I had seen pictures of him on the Internet with his skinny, snow-bunny girlfriend, and I damn sure wasn’t surprised. He was the oldest of the Dominion children, and like Bunni said, he had been adopted just like Sable.
“And your name is again?” Barron barked as he shook my hand real loose like I had cooties on my fingers. I wasn’t even pressed. This nigga probably already knew just as much about me as I did about him.
“My name is Mink,” I repeated. “Mink LaRue.” I turned and smiled at Bunni. “And this is my best friend, Bunni Baines.”
Barron looked at us like he wanted to throw both of our gutta asses on the hot grill and drown us in barbeque sauce. “Yeah. Uh-huh.” He sized me up with his sexy dark eyes. “Good to meet you too.”
Selah grabbed my hand and walked us around the pool and picnic areas so we could meet the rest of the crew. Little kids was running around everywhere. Black ones, white ones, and Asian ones too. It looked like Selah and Viceroy had a whole lotta family and friends, and between the Dominions and the Ducanes, the whole rich-ass posse was getting it in.
Their hood relatives from Houston had turned out by the vanload. There was a crew of thuggish-lookin’ teenagers chillin’ over on the other side of the tables listening to the kinda music that made pole professionals like me and Bunni wanna strip outta our clothes and make it rain all up in the joint.
Selah introduced us to Barron’s fiancée, Carla, who was real pretty and real friendly. She said hi and gave me a simple little
She led us over to a long table where a bunch of people sat around grubbing.
“Everybody, this is Mink LaRue and her friend Bunni. They’re visiting us from New York. Mink and Bunni, everybody here is family. They’re either part of the Ducane clan from Brooklyn, where I grew up, or they’re Dominions from Houston where my husband Viceroy was raised. Either way, they love to eat and they came to party!”
Uh-huh. I knew it! I laughed inside as I checked out her crew and listened to some of their convo. All that Oreo-ass bougie shit she had put out in them online video clips was a real front. These folks were hood-rich. They had money out the ass, but the street was in their blood. Most of them looked deep-ghetto, and they were getting busy playing spades and bones, and a few thug-lookin’ fools were shooting Cee-Low up against a big chest full of ice and making that “ ahht !” sound every time the dice rolled over and hit the ground.
I smiled real cool and shook everybody’s hand as we were introduced. A few of the older women hugged me and complimented me on my diamond doughnut. I recognized some of the closer members of the family, and I was able to match a lot of faces to the names I had already read about on the Internet and memorized.
“This is my oldest son, Barron,” Selah said as we walked up to a dude who looked like a younger version of that buff chocolate nigga Terrell Owens. Dude was even finer in person than he had looked in his pictures. His body was beastly, the kinda cut-up physique you expected to see on a star football player. He got up to shake my hand and we caught a whiff of each other’s flow. I wasn’t surprised when he put his arm around Selah and pulled her close to him like I was some kinda ghetto vampire out to suck his mama’s blood.
“Unh!” Bunni grunted behind me. “Nigga fine!” she whispered with her lips damn-near on my neck. “Get ’em! Get ’em! Shit, y’all ain’t related! Y’all was both adopted !”
“It’s nice to meet you.” I gave him a soft smile. I had read all about Barron Dominion and I wasn’t tryna throw no suspicious vibes his way. GQ had done a spread on him, and I knew he was the tight-ass lawyer type. I had seen pictures of him on the Internet with his skinny, snow-bunny girlfriend, and I damn sure wasn’t surprised. He was the oldest of the Dominion children, and like Bunni said, he had been adopted just like Sable.
“And your name is again?” Barron barked as he shook my hand real loose like I had cooties on my fingers. I wasn’t even pressed. This nigga probably already knew just as much about me as I did about him.
“My name is Mink,” I repeated. “Mink LaRue.” I turned and smiled at Bunni. “And this is my best friend, Bunni Baines.”
Barron looked at us like he wanted to throw both of our gutta asses on the hot grill and drown us in barbeque sauce. “Yeah. Uh-huh.” He sized me up with his sexy dark eyes. “Good to meet you too.”
Selah grabbed my hand and walked us around the pool and picnic areas so we could meet the rest of the crew. Little kids was running around everywhere. Black ones, white ones, and Asian ones too. It looked like Selah and Viceroy had a whole lotta family and friends, and between the Dominions and the Ducanes, the whole rich-ass posse was getting it in.
Their hood relatives from Houston had turned out by the vanload. There was a crew of thuggish-lookin’ teenagers chillin’ over on the other side of the tables listening to the kinda music that made pole professionals like me and Bunni wanna strip outta our clothes and make it rain all up in the joint.
Selah introduced us to Barron’s fiancée, Carla, who was real pretty and real friendly. She said hi and gave me a simple little
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