storm across the lawn and head back into the mansion. âHow in the hell are we gonna convince Viceroy to let Mama Selah sleep in here tonight?â
Bunni cut her eyes at me. âWe? What you care about where that old bird lays her head at, Mink? I mean, she did have a fuck buddy and she was fuckinâ out, wasnât she? So why in the ho-ho are you so worried about Selah?â she demanded. âThe hustle is over and you got the duckets now, baybee. Why you still all on her tip like that?â
âWho said I was on her tip?â I smirked. âMama Selah ainât no jump-off, Bunni, he wifed her ass! I just donât think he shoulda put her out like that. And what about Peaches? Viceroy said Peaches had to go too.â
Bunni poked out her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes. âMy bruvah ainât going nowhere ! Papa Doo can kill all that noise because Peaches ainât leaving this house!â
âAnd what about Okrah ?â I said real loud. âI hope Selah can still do the damn interview this afternoon!â
Bunni twisted her lips. âI donât see how with that big old black eye Viceroy made me give herâbut Iâm down to take her place and get my chat on with Okrah if you need me to. Hell, my ass is dying to be on TV! I want all them old funky-breath scrippers and hoes down at Club Wood to see us on they big flashy screens! What good is having a mansion and a hunnerd thousand whips if you ainât gonna flaunt that shit? Thatâs why I been on this reality show grind so hard, Mink. So we can be on TV.â
I poo-pooâd that nonsense and waved my hand. âBeing on television ainât everything, Bunni. We didnât creep up on all this money just to turn into somebodyâs cable whores! I ainât witâ it!â
âBut why not, Mink? Stunnas like us was born for the camera! Besides, Iâm always down for your whatevas! Any damn thing you wanna get into Iâm ya roady and I got your back. So why you donât never wanna be down for me, Mink, huh?â
âItâs not like thatââ
Bunni cut me off and laughed. âGirl, please, you going on Okrah , boo! Okrah Live ! Is you gonna tell her about that time the toilet overflowed upstairs and we stole an old box of her thick-ass magazines and used them to soak up all that nasty water?â
I rolled my eyes. âBunni, please. Hell no I ainât gonna tell her none of that! Is you crazy?â
She cracked up. âThat was a shitty mess! Remember how we got mad âcause every single cover had a picture of Okrah on the front?â
I nodded and giggled. âAnd those shits were thick as hell?â
âLike telephone books!â Bunni howled.
âAnd remember all that nasty-looking white-people food she cooked on her show the other day?â
Bunni squinched her face up. â All her shit be looking nasty! People be sharing her recipes on Facebook trying to feed her shit to they farm animals and even the pigs wonât eat it!â
âI know thatâs right!â I screeched.
âSee there, Mink?â she said happily. âYou about to have your little shine in the spotlight so why canât I have minez too?â
I sighed. Bunni was right. I could dig what she was saying and any other time I woulda been flouncing my ass on the national TV tip with her. But I was starting to feel some kinda way about the Dominions, and after all the hustles and the hassles I had been through tryna get on, I was comfortable in my lil spot and I wasnât tryna rock no boats. Iâd seen enough of those reality shows to know what kinda fuckery and foolery that grind required, and I wasnât gonna put myself out there and embarrass the family name like that. I just wasnât!
For one thing, Viceroy was never gonna let no film crew get up in his grill and tell all the family bizz, and for another thing I had Suge to think about too. My dude