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  The Misadventures of Mink LaRue

  NOIRE

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  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  STONE COLD LIAR

  Discussion Questions

  Misadventures of Mink LaRue series

  Games Women Play

  Copyright Page

  This latest misadventure of Mink LaRue is dedicated to the readers who have been hanging with me for the whole damn ride! Through the ups and the downs, the triumphs and the trials, you’ve waited anxiously for each book to drop and loved my stories and my characters from the beginning to the end. I’ve given you different flows and different flavors, and nothing less than absolute quality writing in every single book, and you’ve rewarded me with your loyalty and your hunger for more. I keep saying it over and over again and I’ll never get tired of telling you: I’ve got the best readers in the whole damn game because y’all #DemandQuality every time you jump on this urban erotic train. Chooo Chooo! Muahh :))) I lub y’all!

  Acknowledgments

  I give my thanks and love to God for blessing me with an original voice and a creative mind during a time when readers are fed up with stories in the market that are beginning to all sound the same. When my name is on the cover there is never any doubt that my works are pure, original creations from my own fire pen, which is what every reader wants and deserves to receive when they buy a book. Big thanks are going out to Nisaa, who has been through so much over the last two years but still finds time to put up with her silly sissy and continue to be my best friend. Thank you to my Boo, who I now know that I just can’t live without, and the beautiful little mini-me that we created from our love. Black, Reem, Man, Missy, Ree, Jay, and my entire UET team, I thank you for ten solid years of support and for all the little things you do behind the scenes to help make what I do a big success. Big ups to my Urban Erotic Tales Book Club fam, and all my loyal readers and friends. I see you, Reem Raw, on that Empire State of Minez! and I encourage all my readers to check out the fire in his pen! Now do what you came to do! Let’s get at con-mami Mink LaRue!

  Muah:)))

  Noire

  WARNING!

  This here ain’t no romance

  It’s an Urban Erotic Tale,

  Dy-Nasty’s on lockdown and she’s begging for some bail!

  Selah’s on a mission to get back her wedding ring,

  While someone shot poor Viceroy and nobody saw a thing!

  Mink is getting stalked by her psycho killer ex,

  While Barron’s getting played by Miss GiGi Molinex!

  Blackmails, kidnaps, dirty schemes, the Dominions are under fire,

  Let’s see who spins the biggest tale in this stone cold crew of liars!

  CHAPTER 1

  Just when I thought my slick Harlem hustle was a wrap and it was time to worm my way back into the rotten core of the Big Apple, life hit the pause button and put the track on rewind so I could back my grind up and get it pumping all over again! No pain, no mothafuckin’ gain was the song floating around in my head as me and Big Suge got buck-naked and alligator-wrestled around in his big ol’ bed.

  “Yeah, right there, Big Poppa!” I moaned as he licked my cinnamon nipples then flipped me over so he could hit it up from the back. He slapped my right ass-cheek with his big old bronco-busting hands and hot sparks shot straight through my coochie as my booty jiggled in his palm.

  Suge was packin’ man-meat by the truckload and I arched my back and presented him with my very best gift. He slid his thick fingers from my clit up to my spine, then aimed the head of his monster dick at my spot and got to digging me out like he was on his way to China.

  We fucked like two long-lost lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years, and there was way more than just some regular sex going on between us in that bed.

  “Fuck was you going?” Suge growled as he gripped my ass and dug me out like we were in a big bang contest. “You was tryna leave me, Mink? Huh? You was fuckin’ tryna leave me?”

  “Hell no!” I screeched, arching my back and clenching my booty cheeks as he bucked his hips and deep-drilled the hell outta me. Run back to New York and leave all this Southern-style black snake back in Texas? Sheeiit. My legs were gapped open wide, ass pointing at the ceiling as slobber ran outta my mouth and dripped from my chin. “I wasn’t going no damn where!” I babbled like a mothafucka. “I swear to God I wasn’t!”

  Suge amped shit up about ten notches as he rammed his big dick up in my guts hard enough to make my throat sore.

  “Oooh, goddamn!” I shrieked, spreading my legs wider and taking that meat like a natural pro. “Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn!”

  “This is it right here,” Suge grunted behind me as he bucked his hips and got all up in my na-na. “Work that booty, baby!”

  Fifteen minutes later I had nutted twice and was purring like a kitten as I slobbered all over Suge’s arm. I felt real damn lucky to be in his bed and back on his good side because some kinda way in the midst of all my schemes and ganks, shit had gone wrong, wrong, wrong for me down in the Great State of Texas and my boo-thang Suge had gotten sick of my ass!

  I mean he had shut me and my drama all the way down when I got in my feelings and started acting real ill in front of one of his ex-girlfriends.

  You ain’t stupid but you jealous as fuck and you’re insecure too, and when you fuckin’ with a nigga like me that’s even worse.

  He had that shit right too because for the first time in my life Mink Minaj was jealous! That’s right. Me, Harlem’s number one stunna was salty over some other chick and walking around with my ass on my shoulders! I couldn’t stand watching her thirsty ass throw them moves down on my boo, so I had decided to cut my losses and put a padlock on my heart.

  I had been on my way to the airport planning to get the hell outta Dodge, and I’d asked the limo driver to slide me over to Suge’s crib so I could say one last good-bye. Suge had stood in his doorway looking like a big scoop of chocolate chip ice cream and eyeballing me as warm Texas rain beat down in buckets between us.

  I can’t even lie, my lil hoodrat heart-string had snapped in half when he backed up and closed his door in my face, and I had just told my driver to leave when the door opened again and Big Suge walked outside in t
hat thunderstorm and scooped me up from the back of the fancy whip. And now we were upstairs chillin’ like a mothafucka after having the kind of wild makeup sex that could set the sheets on fire and burn the whole damn house down.

  It was hard to believe that so much had changed in my life in such a short period of time. Me and my girl Bowlegged Bunni Baines had come to Texas looking to turn a quick dollar and we had ended up knee-deep in a family full of billionaires. With dollar signs in our eyes, us two lil Harlem pole scrippers had messed around and found ourselves getting caught up in one crazy misadventure after the next, and we had worked our shady game until our pockets were full and swole.

  But life as a hood-rich oil socialite wasn’t crackin’ up to be everything that I needed it to be. Between my hating-ass adopted brother Barron, my ratchet-ass identical twin, Dy-Nasty, and trying to come to terms with the fact that my mama had fed me a big-ass lie for my entire life, I got blindsided and smacked with a dose of reality that took me right down to the mat. And when my uncle-bae boo Suge got fed and blasted me outta the water for talking shit to his banana-shaped Asian ex-girlfriend who had a big-shot lawyer’s degree, I was ready to blow my top.

  It was all too much, even for a tough ghetto slicksta like me, and when it was all said and done Mizz Mink was left in her feelings and looking stupid in the face. Without telling a soul, I had decided that it was time to bounce up outta the dirty South and head back into more familiar beat-ass territory, so I called my welfare-queen ghetto-fabulous Granny up in Harlem to tell her I was coming home! But before I could get the words outta my mouth good, her trifling ass was hitting me up for some cash.

  “Look, I got a real important bill to pay, Mink. Be a good girl and send your old Granny a couple of dollars before you get on that airplane, okay darling?”

  “But I’m getting up outta here tonight, Granny. I’ll pay the bill for you as soon as I get home, okay? The plane ride is only a few hours long.”

  “But what if it crash?”

  Bill my ass. Granny was slick as motor oil and she was a big-ass liar too. If I sent her some money I knew she was just gonna shop it up and drink it up, but I got on the computer and went ahead and sent her some ends anyway.

  “Mink!” Granny had called me thirty minutes later from Western Union. “Two thousand dollars? Where you get all this money from, baby?” she wanted to know. “You ain’t down south slangin’ no dope, now is you?”

  Uh-uh. I wasn’t about to tell nan’one of those lying-ass LaRues that I had lucked up on a million-dollar fortune. Them trifling yellow fuckas woulda rolled up on the mansion ready to tie the whole family up and shake us down. Instead, I lied and told Granny that I had hit the number for a nice hunk of change, and that I had just felt like sliding a couple of racks to her.

  Still in my feelings, I had told Granny to go ahead and tear Aunt Bibby off a few dollars too. Not too much, just a few. I was still kinda salty with my aunt for not telling me the truth about the lie I’d been living sooner, but I was also grateful that she confirmed that not every damn thing Mama had told me was a lie. I might not’a been Jude Jackson’s real daughter, but I would always be Moe LaRue’s child, and even though I would never forget how Mama had driven me into the cold-ass Hudson River and tried to kill me, I still loved her. Faults and all.

  Besides, I was raised to be the loyal type, and even though Aunt Bibby said I was stupid for doing it, I had bought Jude Jackson a beautiful headstone for her grave that simply said, “Mama.”

  Truth be told, I would prolly never understand why I had been abandoned by my real mother, but now that I had been through a lil something with a man myself, I could see how a weak-minded woman could let a dude knock her off her square. But life has a way of pulling its own little ganks on you. And now, as I laid in Suge’s bed sweaty and fucked out, I put all thoughts of Granny, Mama, and everybody else outta my mind. The only thing I had on the brain right now was taking me a lil nap, then waking up next to my man and going in for round number two so Suge could come at me again and bang my lights out.

  Completely out!

  CHAPTER 2

  Election night had the whole city buzzing, and even though all the votes hadn’t been tallied yet, Rodney Ruddman’s cocky ass was sitting in his office at the Omni Hotel doing lines and feeling just like a winner.

  As with the other candidates, this wasn’t a money thing for him at all. Hell naw. Ruddman was the CEO of the multi-billion-dollar corporation Ruddman Energy. He was an oil baller and had plenty of cash, but what he was lusting for was the vast amount of power and control he would have at his fingertips if he won the race for chairman of the Texas Railroad Commission. Putting his name on that position would give him the ability to make suckers like Viceroy Dominion get down on his crusty knees and kiss his fucking ring. Or face his fucking wrath.

  Ruddman had dressed up nicely for the occasion tonight by stuffing his bulging stomach into a black and white tuxedo made from the finest fabric that money could buy. His shoes had been specially made for his wide, flat feet, and the uber-expensive watch on his wrist was one of only three like it in the whole world.

  He ran his hand over his face, wiping away traces of white powder from his nose as he prepared to return downstairs to the media room where an election-watch party was being held in his honor by his donors and supporters. He had slipped away and come upstairs alone to get his head right, and it wouldn’t be long before his staff noticed his absence and came looking for him. Ruddman glanced at the wide-screen television screen that sat before him. Right now the race was a tie between him and that bastard Viceroy Dominion, but with several precincts still out he genuinely felt like he could pull in the win.

  Ruddman clicked off the television then leaned over the small silver tray on his desk and snorted his last line of white powder. As much as he would have liked to kick back and enjoy the thrill of his victory by himself, it was time to go downstairs and rejoin his campaign team. He wiped at his nose again, then reached inside a drawer and retrieved a crystal decanter, then poured himself a stiff one in his favorite glass, sipping from it as he walked toward the foyer. Feeling lifted and humming a tune, he had just stepped out of his office when a young thug wearing a black hooded sweatshirt slammed a fist in his chest and drove him backward as he bum-rushed the shit outta him.

  “Fuck you going, old man? Get your black ass back in there!” the young thug barked, muscling Ruddman backward and shoving him against the reception desk.

  “What in the world?” Ruddman muttered as he tumbled backward in panic. “What the hell is going on here?”

  The young thug slid his hood off his head revealing his face, and at the same time he reached around and withdrew a glistening silver pistol from the small of his back.

  “Surprise, surprise, you lying muthafucka!” Zeke Washington growled as he aimed a chrome Smith and Wesson gat straight at Ruddman’s thick neck.

  “Zeke? What the hell are you doing, son?” Ruddman barked in disbelief as he raised his short T-rex arms in the air. “You come your ass in here pulling a goddamn gun on me after the way I looked out for you? I thought we had a deal?”

  “We had a deal, but your ass lied!” Zeke snarled.

  “What the hell did I lie about?” Ruddman sounded like a cowardly lion who was about to shit up his five-thousand-dollar tuxedo.

  “I know all about you and your slick fuckin’ deals, Ruddman. You was quick to drop a dime on Viceroy’s shit, but according to dat shiesty nigga Wally Su you was sliding him some big lettuce leafs under the table to forge legal documents too!”

  “I was not!” Ruddman bellowed, swelling up all indignant and shit.

  “Bullshit!” Zeke barked on him. “I seen copies of the old checks, my nigga! They came from your company and had your fuckin’ signature on ’em! Fuck with me and I’ll have them shits sent to the goddamn newspapers! You was down for the whole ride, you fat muthafucka! Them same bitches who took my father down are the ones who helped you get filthy fuc
kin’ rich too!”

  “So what?” Ruddman barked, feeling himself. “Every goddamn body was scraping and scrambling back then! This is a dog-eat-dog business, it’s just that your father couldn’t bite hard enough or chew fast enough! But I told you how to get his money back! If you had just did what the fuck I said then you and your mother could be sitting pretty right now because I gave you an instruction manual on what to do!”

  Zeke gun-checked him. “You told me that Viceroy wasn’t gonna live long enough to see this fuckin’ election, and not only is that muthafucka still here, he’s about to fuckin’ win it! You was way off base with this whole damn setup! That bastard don’t care that I got my father’s papers! His ass ain’t scared to go to court! That grimy fucka told me he was gonna give me an important job with his company and then tried to stick me in the goddamn mailroom!”

  Ruddman frowned. The mailroom was exactly where he would have put the kid too.

  “Look, Zeke, what the fuck are you really doing here?” Ruddman asked quietly, a cunning and deadly glint emanating from his beady eyes. “If you’re going to rat me out over those old bribes to Wally Su, then why haven’t you taken your story to the airwaves and sold it to the highest bidder yet? And if you have a problem with how Viceroy ass-fucked your daddy, then why aren’t you over at his place waving a gun up under his goddamn nose?”

  “Oh, don’t worry my nigga,” Zeke barked. “I came to blast a hole in your grill first, but Viceroy’s black ass is on deck next!”

  “But why do you want to shoot me? Yeah, I admit it. I knew what was going down back then and I made a lot of money behind it. But what the fuck did I do to you?”

  “Don’t play stupid, nigga. All this shit was your fault from the gate,” Zeke accused. “You came at me like this shit was a sure-shot and I was gonna get paid. You was just tryna use me so you could get some play off Viceroy, but you fucked up, homey! I ain’t my daddy. Don’t nobody ride my dick for free! You shoulda known better than to underestimate a hungry nigga with dust in his pockets and nothing to lose.”