Sexy Little Liar by Noire Read Free Book Online

packages up the stairs! Oh yeah.” He laughed. “I got ya fuckin’ cash-flow problem, baby!” Moolah clapped his hands and bent over, cracking the hell up. “While you busy looking for ya lil connect, all your product done flowed right outta your pockets and straight into minez!”
    â€œWhat?” I said as he kept right on laughing. I didn’t see shit funny, and I didn’t like the way that fool was looking at me neither. Like he was a slick rat that had just swallowed a fat hunk of cheese. “Where’s the dude who was supposed to meet us up in here? You tryna say you got my package, Moolah?” I shrieked over his loud-ass laughter. I licked my lips and glanced at Bunni in a panic. “Girl what the fuck is this nigga talking about?”
    â€œI’m talking about your grimy-ass getting jacked , bitch!” Moolah barked. “The same way you was catching our customers on the stairs and collecting our cash? Well I just caught your connect and collected on your ass too!”
    â€œ Moolah! You stole my product?”
    â€œUh-huh,” he said, chuckling. “About fifty bills worth, baby.”
    My whole face broke apart as tears sprang to my eyes. “Uh-uh, Moolah. Don’t do that. You know that shit ain’t right. We was about to flip that. Lemme talk to Punchie and get this shit straight. All I owe him is a grand or two at the most. How y’all niggas gonna beat me outta a whole fifty large?”
    â€œWhat the fuck?” Moolah smirked. “I’m supposed to feel sorry for your silly ass or something? Didn’t my boy Light explain this shit to you? There ain’t no mercy in this game!”
    â€œBut I was gonna turn that money over to pay Gutta!”
    â€œ Fuck Gutta! That nigga ain’t no real G! If he don’t know how to handle a trickster like you then he deserves to get ganked! You got a lotta shit to learn, so welcome to the game, Miss Stink Ass! Now, I’ma hit you with some real good advice so don’t say I ain’t never gave you nothing okay? Pay attention, shit head. The first rule of the drug hustle is, don’t trust nobody you don’t know !”
    I stared at that fool and his eyes were glistening with laughter and glee.
    â€œGuess what the second rule is?”
    Like I gave a damn! I wanted to smash that nigga and I wasn’t about to play no guessing games with him.
    â€œWhat is it?” Bunni bust out and asked over my shoulder.
    Moolah laughed even louder. “The second rule is, don’t trust nobody you do know neither!”
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    I had a headache that just wouldn’t quit.
    â€œFor real, Mink, I’m sorry,” Bunni said as I laid on the couch with a frozen bag of jumbo shrimp pressed to my throbbing dome. “Come on now, damn! How many times do I gotta say I’m sorry?”
    I closed my eyes and ignored her ass. Gutta was gonna be home real soon and my head had been hurting like hell every day. I was so mad behind big-nose Moolah’s thievery that I wanted to kill his ass. But on the real, what was I gonna do about it, huh? I mean, I couldn’t just call the cops and tell ’em that Moolah had ganked me out of a package I was planning to flip, and I damn sure couldn’t roll up in the projects and tell my cousins to catch Moolah and take my cash outta his ass neither. Hell no. I could see that scenario now. I would have to do a whole lotta ’splaining about how I had walked up on twenty-five g’s to buy drugs in the first damn place, and knowing my corrupt family they would end up tryna shake me down for the last few little dollars I had left.
    I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. All I knew is that once Gutta rolled into Harlem my ass wasn’t gonna have too much longer to live.
    â€œMink!” Bunni called my name real loud. “Did you hear me? I said I’m sorry! Damn! I don’t know what else to say, girl. I’m