Free Red Hot Liar (9781617738654) by Noire Page B

there on live TV. “Put somebody else on the goddamn cover of that thick-ass telephone book! ’Cause America is sick and tired of looking at your old ass!”

CHAPTER 8
    â€œT oday on Okrah Sinfree Live we’re bringing you a story about missing children. It’s a heartbreaking topic because it’s every parent’s nightmare. Today’s guests are the Dominions of Dallas, Texas. Viceroy Dominion, the multi-million-dollar oil tycoon and his wife experienced this tragedy firsthand. Their daughter Mink LaRue was kidnapped many years ago and her absence left a void in their lives that no amount of money could ever fill. But the strong-willed family never lost hope, and today after all these years they finally have their baby back.”
    The television was blaring in the living room while Gutta was at the kitchen table breaking down bricks of weed for sale. Fresh home from a state bid, he was trying to get back on his feet and get back in the freedom swing. Places like Attica, Sing Sing, and Greenhaven were a rite of passage for criminals like him who scavenged the streets of New York. Most were lucky to make it out from behind those walls.
    â€œAyo,” Gutta yelled to his partner Shy who was in the living room bagging up. “Turn that fucking TV down, nigga! Ain’t nobody tryna hear what the fuck Okrah talking about!”
    The streets hadn’t changed much while he was gone, only the players. A few niggas got deaded, a few more got locked up, and some who was at the bottom when Gutta first went in had come up and were now trying to run the show.
    But none of that mattered to him now because he was ready to put in some work. As a street nigga just coming home, most of the time you had to re-establish your power and get your weight up. Gutta didn’t have a problem knocking a few heads off shoulders and kidnapping a few kingpins. The time he’d spent in jail had enhanced his grimy tendencies, and it had also made him more ruthless and more determined to put the block back in the bear hug that he once had it in.
    â€œI’m pleased to bring to you Selah Dominion, and her children Barron Dominion and Mink LaRue! Let’s start with Barron, the eldest son of oil tycoons Viceroy and Selah Dominion of Dallas, Texas . . . ”
    â€œYo, Gutta! Come in here, nigga!” Shy yelled from in the living room. “I think ya honey Mink is on Okrah , yo!”
    The sound of her name made Gutta growl in anger. He had been trying to find that bitch ever since she escaped from that back room he had tossed her in down near the garment district. His slime Petro had let her get the slip on him, and it had earned him two claps straight to the dome. Nobody in the hood had seen or heard from Mink ever since, and he couldn’t catch up with that bitchy nigga Peaches she used to stay with neither. He had vowed to make Mink pay for fucking with his money and losing his apartment when he went to prison. He had fallen for that sweet sex game she used to put on him but he should have known that sexy little liar couldn’t be trusted.
    Hold up, did this nigga just say Mink was on Okrah?
    Gutta got up and headed into the living room and sat down on the couch across from Shy. He had to rub his eyes because he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sexy Mink LaRue was looking like a million bucks sitting there across from Okrah. Gutta grinned. That sherm nigga Barron who had paid him to kill Mink over a DNA test had been dead wrong. That slippery little Harlem chick really was the daughter of some rich-ass oil family. Deep inside Gutta couldn’t help but smile with pride at his slick get-money honey, although he still wanted to see her dead body floating in the East fuckin’ River!
    â€œI’m just happy to be back with my family and working on putting the pieces back together. I’ve been through so much and there’s a big cobweb of lies in my mind that I’m still