Sexy Little Liar by Noire Page A

brew. “He seemed a’ight. The same as usual. You know . . . just laying there.”
    â€œYeah, that’s what I heard. I also heard Bump is tryna slide in ya pop’s seat so he can take over. He called a meeting with the board, you know.”
    Jock shook his head and stood up. “I see what you getting at, but I don’t fuck with none of that business stuff, Mink.” He tossed his empty beer bottle in a small garbage can. “Dane and Uncle Suge already came at me about all this. If you’re trying to scope out some info on DO, I ain’t the one.”
    â€œHow are you not the one, Jock? Shit, yes you are! You get a vote on the board just like everybody else do.”
    â€œBut I ain’t never voted before. You gotta be eighteen and I just crossed that line last week, ya dig? Besides, I’m on the fence with this shit. My father always votes for me. Whatever’s good with him is good with me.”
    â€œThat’s what I’m saying though!” I jumped up and touched his shoulder. “You need to get off the fence because your pops can’t vote for you this time. Hell, he can’t even vote for his own damn self.”
    â€œThen Barron’ll do it. He’s my brother, and he’s down for the family bizz. Whatever Bump wants to do, I’ll ride with him.”
    â€œWhy?” I demanded. “Just because he says so?”
    â€œNah, it ain’t just that. He’s my brother, Mink. My brother .”
    â€œHey now!” I said, getting all up in his face. “I’ma ya damn sister, too? Remember?” I stared him down, silently reminding him about the little understanding we was supposed to have.
    Jock’s eyes mighta been red and chinky from all the weed he had smoked, but I could still see the smart-ass look that flashed in them as he smirked at me and then laughed out loud. “That’s some funny shit, Mink. Know what? New York chicks like you got a rep for scheming. Your whole shit is funny though. You’s a real funny girl.”
    Oh, okay, nigga. So you wanna go there?
    â€œNah,” I said, stepping across the line and smacking the shit outta him with my trump card. “Funny was the color of that white chick’s face when Uncle Suge dragged her dead ass outta the pool house and stuffed her into the back of his truck that night! Yeah,” I said when those slanted red eyes of his got real big and round. I could see his lil young, pea-sized brain twisting and turning, shocked as hell that I was about to blow his spot up. “That shit was mighty fuckin’ funny! Matter fact, it was so damn funny that you forgot to laugh. If I remember that shit right, you was out there crying , nigga! Waaa ! Waaa ! What exactly did you and your little friends do to that silly white girl, Jock? I mean damn, she looked totally fucked up, nah’mean? High, drunk, straight toasted to a crisp. But she was way overdone, nah’mean? That bitch was cocked-out cold, and something tells me she still ain’t came to yet.”
    Jock’s cute lil face looked like a slab of concrete. Hard and frozen with fear. “Yo, Mink. Chill with all that. Everything got all fucked up that night. That girl was crazy. It wasn’t my fault.”
    I blasted on him. “Tell that shit to the po-po, baby! That white chick was dead !”
    â€œShhh!” Jock said and pressed one finger to his lips. His young ass was shook. Straight up petro. “Not so loud! Chill the fuck out, all right? A’ight.” He licked his lips and his beady eyes darted back and forth. “You shaking me down and that’s fucked up, Mink. So what do you want? Huh? What the hell do you want?”
    Now that’s more like it! I thought and flashed him a sly grin.
    â€œWhat do I want?” I asked innocently. I pursed my lips and looked up in the air like the answer was plastered somewhere on the ceiling. “Well,” I said as I