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CHAPTER 6
 
T
he Dominion name rang big bells down in Texas. They were a super-rich black family who owned their own oil company, and when I went to their Web site their mugs looked better than the Obamas, and they flossed harder too.
The info on their site confirmed what we had read everywhere else. Sable Dominion was about to turn twenty-one, just like me. But while I was broke as shit, her ass was gonna come into a hundred-thousand-dollar inheritance if she ever turned up alive. I was getting more and more hyped by the second, and Bunni was too.
There were two videos linked to their Web site, and Bunni clicked the one on top first. A news lady came on and she talked about some kinda explosion on an oil rig where seven people were killed and four had been injured. She said Viceroy Dominion, the president and CEO of Dominion Oil, was one of the people involved and that he had a serious head injury and was in critical care at a Houston Hospital.
The news lady talked for a good minute about how Dominion Oil got started and about the dangers of rig explosions, and then she introduced a real pretty black woman who she said was Viceroy’s wife, Selah Ducane Dominion.
Mami had on a bad-ass black Prada dress and she looked like she was about to bust out crying in just a second. I figured she was holding a press conference or something right there at the hospital, because she was posted up in front of a microphone and surrounded by doctors and nurses.
I checked her out. She was light-skinned like me, and she had a heart-shaped face and a whole lot of long, butter hair that definitely wasn’t a weave. She had some style about her and she was on the skinny side, but she was definitely polished up right. The earrings she wore glittered under the camera lights, and I had seen a pair almost like them in Tiffany’s that were way smaller and were going for seventeen grand. She sounded East Coast and she came off kinda bougie with her flow, and she had one of those model stances like she was used to struttin’ her shit on a runway.
Selah Dominion stared dead into the camera as she asked everybody to pray for the families of all the people who had been killed in the explosion, and then she asked for prayers for her husband, who was still in the hospital, and the other three people who had been injured too.
The video went off and Bunni clicked on the second link before I could get the words outta my mouth. You coulda heard a rat fart in our kitchen when that bad boy started playing. Selah Dominion popped up on the screen again. She had on the same clothes and the background was still the same. She still looked real sad too, but this time instead of talking about her husband, she was pleading with the public for information that could help them find their long-lost daughter, Sable Dominion, who had been snatched from a crowded New York City drugstore when she was just a little girl.
“For the past eighteen years my family has lived with a hole in our hearts. Our baby daughter, Sable, was taken from us by an unknown stranger right after her third birthday. We have searched endlessly for our daughter, and today, as we approach her twenty-first birthday, and with my husband, Viceroy, so gravely injured, we believe finding Sable will give Viceroy the strength he needs to fight for his life. Please.
Please.
If you have any information, any small shred of knowledge at all, that might help us find our daughter, please contact us immediately.”
“Get to the money part!” Bunni feened. “Hurry up and say something about the money part!”
Tears flowed from Selah’s eyes as she looked into the camera and continued making her plea. “Also ...”
I was kinda surprised that she didn’t sound all proper like you woulda expected from a rich chick, but her voice was real smoove and you could tell she was used to talking in public.
“Just as we have in the past, our family continues to offer a cash reward for any information that leads to Sable’s safe return. We realize it’s been a long time and memories fade, but if you know anything, or remember
anything
at all ... even a tiny shred of information that may seem insignificant to you might be the piece that helps us solve this puzzle. We beg of you. Call the number on the bottom of your screen. Our daughter belongs with us. We want her to come home! Home to see her father ... while there’s still time. Won’t you help us, please?”
The news lady from the first video came back on as a phone number flashed on the bottom of the screen. “Well, there you have it,” she said. “Tonight the Dominion family is in a situation that no family ever wants to be in. Not only are they praying for the recovery of their esteemed husband and father, they are also praying for the safe return of their daughter, Sable, and any information you have can be reported by calling the number on the bottom of your screen. This is Crystal Hunter for Channel Seven news.”
I let my fingers fly over the keyboard and went to a celebrity gossip site. They were sorta like the online version of the
Star
or the
Enquirer
, and they loved to talk shit about the rich and sexy. The site had all kinds of juicy stuff posted up about the Dominions, and I found an article that talked about their daughter’s hundred-grand inheritance and a twenty-five-thousand-dollar reward the family was offering for information leading to Sable’s return. Bunni was all over that shit. She almost jumped outta her skin as she went bonkers about the reward money.
“Twenty-five large?” she shouted. Bunni scooted her chair real close to mine and started drumrollin’ her feet on the floor like an excited little kid.
“A’ight now, Mink! You know what you gotta do don’tchu girl?”
I looked at her and giggled. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“C’mon, heffa! You look
just like
that chick. Your own
mama
couldn’t tell y’all apart. You should do it, Mink! Go to Texas! Just do it!”
I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Them rich people ain’t gonna be stupid enough to fall for that kinda scam, Bunni.”
“Why the hell not? Remember last year when somebody stole your identity and caught all them cases over in Philly? Now you got a chance to steal somebody else’s identity and get you some money and some payback too—at the same time!”
A hundred grand
. I added up the twenty-five grand I owed Gutta and all the fines and interest that had been tacked onto my bad-check-writing restitution payments. If I had just a little more time I could scramble me up a hustle and get all that weight off my back. But time was
not
on my side. Gutta would be home in a few weeks, and if my ass didn’t show up in court on Monday morning the judge was gonna issue a warrant for my arrest.
“Nah.” I shook my head. “I don’t know shit about Texas, Bunni, and I ain’t hardly getting my ass on no airplane by myself.”
Before she could open her mouth to bitch, I snapped the laptop closed and pushed that shit way to the other side of the table. “Yeah, you be coming up with some crazy-ass schemes Bunni-baby, but this ridiculous shit right here just straight-up takes the cake!”
CHAPTER 7
 
B
unni used to have a lil sherm fuck buddy named Red, and Red had a lil sherm homeboy named Borne. Borne was a regular nigga who drove a beat-up Ford and worked for the post office, and whenever Gutta got locked up I kicked it off and on with Borne.
Borne was a square. He wasn’t in the game and he wasn’t really street-worthy neither. But one thing he definitely was, was reliable. He was always good for a couple of quick dollars in a clutch, and when my life got too shitty Borne had no problem kicking his little chickens out the side door so I could bunk with him in the basement apartment he rented out from his super-religious mother and father.
I had been back and forth between Bunni’s house and Borne’s basement ever since I lost Gutta’s apartment and had to put all his furniture in a storage facility. Borne’s parents were old as shit. His moms couldn’t stand the sight of me. I heard her tell Borne I was a greedy little freak, but his father seemed to like me a lot. His old senile ass thought I was some porn star chick from back in the day, and if Borne wasn’t around that old man would whip out his lil crispy two-inch dick and try to rub it on me in a minute.
Borne had picked me up in his beat-up clunker on Saturday night, and the next morning he snuck upstairs to cook me some breakfast while his mother and father were at early church services. But when he came back downstairs with a plate of French toast and turkey sausage I was so uptight I couldn’t eat. I was too busy worrying about my court appointment the next day. I owed the city of New York a whole lotta cheddar, and all the judge had to do was say the word and my ass would be riding a dirty-ass bus over the bridge to Rikers Island.
“Yo, I keep telling you,” Borne said as he stuffed his face with his food and mine too. He was skinny as hell for somebody who ate so much, and all his weight musta went straight to his dick ’cause he wasn’t nothing like his little burnt hot dog daddy. That lil nigga was
hung.
“It’s gonna be all right, girl. I got you boo. Ya boy just got his first credit card, nah’mean? You gonna be straight, shawty. Stop worrying, baby girl. You gonna be straight.”
I was sitting cross-legged on his bumpy little bed. Borne dipped his finger in some syrup and dotted it on my bottom lip. I stuck my tongue out to lick it, and he slipped his finger in my mouth so I could suck it.
His other hand crawled up my thigh and grabbed my titty. He squeezed it gently, then swept his thumb back and forth across my nipple until heat got to rising in me and I started to relax.
He leaned me back, and I unfolded my legs and stretched out flat. “Raise up,” he told me, then stuck a pillow under my head tryna make sure I was comfortable. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt his fingers wandering over me. He lifted up my top and stared at my titties. My twins sat up straight in the air, and my nipples were aimed at the ceiling.
Borne slipped his fingers under the elastic band of my boy shorts. He inched them down over my hips, and then slid them past my knees and tossed them on the floor.
“Open up them legs,” he said, and dove nose-first into my pussy. He braced his elbows on the sides of my hips, and he slid his palms under my ass and gripped my booty cheeks as he licked all over my clit.
I shivered and moaned as he ate me for a while, then let my ass go and licked his middle finger. He inserted it between my pussy lips and I couldn’t help grabbing his wrist and guiding him to the right spot. My shit was soppy like a sponge inside. His fingers moved in and out of me as my pussy made wet, squishy noises that drove both of us wild.
Borne finger-fucked me and kissed up and down my smooth thighs. He nibbled on me so good I started moaning and clamping my insides down on his finger like I had a dick inside of me.
He flattened his hand so he could put his mouth on my pussy again. My whole body quivered as he licked my little firecracker and dug his fingers all up in my guts.
That shit felt so good I arched my back and pushed back with my heels. My head bumped up against the wall, and Borne came off of me and grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me down the bed until my legs were hanging off the sides.
A big-ass bedspring was sticking me in the back but I didn’t give a damn. I raised my legs in the air and opened them wide as Borne went back to lunch. His tongue game was magnificent, but I wanted me some dick too.
“You better fuck me right,” I warned him when he came up for air and started wrapping his joint up. “You better fuck me right!”
His dick was amazing. It shoulda been on a nigga twice his size. “I need it hard,” I reminded him. “You gots to bring it right, okay?”
Borne had no problem pounding me out. That nigga was groaning and making crazy noises in the back of his throat as he pulled my legs open wide and rubbed the head of his monster all over my clit. He went in for the kill and got real gutter with it too. I let my coochie muscles completely relax as he drilled me. My shit was like a slushy and my insides got totally scuffed as my clit started screaming with pleasure.
Ten minutes later we had fucked our way around to the long side of the bed. I propped one leg up on the wall and the whole bed damn-near tipped over. I had forgot that shit was nigga-rigged up on piles of old books, but Borne got us balanced and that lil beast thrust his meat so deep in my stuff that I screamed and my pussy muscles clenched down hard on him as I came like a mutha.
Borne took that as a cue to go for his. He swept his hand between us and got some of my juice, then stuck his finger in his mouth and grunted real loud. And then he spread my legs wider and licked all over my chest as he cracked his lower back until he nutted real hard too.
It took both of us a minute to come down off that one. Borne grabbed the flat little pillow and stuck it up under my head again. I laid there in his sweaty, linted up sheets as he ran his hands over damn-near every inch of my body. By the time he finished rubbing and squeezing my flesh like he expected juice to squirt outta my skin, I was breathing steady again and back to worrying about every last one of my money problems.

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