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She sat down in the cracked plastic chair and crossed her legs, then leaned toward me with a serious look on her face.

“I understand you were brought in here by ambulance last night after a violent incident where a man pushed you onto the train tracks. Is that right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. I’d been raised never to give out any info to the cops, the welfare, BCW, CPS, ACS or anybody else who came snooping around trying to be nosy, but what the hell. Lying and conniving wasn’t gonna get me nowhere today. Damn-near half of Brooklyn had seen Flex knock my ass down on those train tracks. If anybody needed to be worrying about the truth getting out it was his crazy ass. “Yeah,” I ‘fessed right up and told her. “I got pushed in front of a train.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said and peered at me closely. “But I’m glad you survived it. I see he bruised your face up pretty badly. Well, the city of New York has a coalition against domestic violence and it allows us to provide resources for women who need assistance leaving abusive relationships. Were you living with the man who pushed you?”

I thought for a quick second, and then nodded. “Yeah. I was staying with him in Manhattan, but I’m not going back there.”

“Do you have any money? Are you employed? Do you have any assets that you can get hold of to help you out right now?”

I shook my head. I didn’t have shit. Not a dime in my pockets, not a change of clothes or even a clean pair of drawers. Hell, I didn’t even have a cell phone, since mine was dead and sitting on the dresser in Flex’s bedroom.

Shay nodded like she understood. “Is there someplace you can go? Do you have any family or friends you think you might be safe with?”

I thought about Rita, and shook my head. With all the drama in her life and Nooni still missing, my girl had enough to worry about. Besides, I wasn’t about to bring Flex and all his madness crashing down on her doorstep. Rita was the one who had hooked me up to stay in Flex’s basement in the first fuckin’ place, and if that fool decided to come gunning for me then Rita’s crib was gonna be his very first stop.

“Nah. I don’t have no family or friends around here,” I said abruptly, which wasn’t a lie. “I left New York a while ago and I’m just now getting back.”

She nodded again. “Okay. Well, what I can offer you today is some counseling, and a temporary place to stay until you decide what you’d like to do next.”

I eyed her. “A place to stay
where?

“New York Methodist Hospital works in partnership with several shelters around the city. I’d have to call and see exactly which site has a bed for you, but they will come pick you up and take you to a safe location.”

Shay told me she was gonna head down the hall to her office and make a few phone calls while I waited for a nurse to wrap my ankle in an ace-bandage and bring me a pair of crutches. They put a big black boot on my foot and told me not to put any weight on it for forty-eight hours.

By the time Dread came back with a Sprite and a bag of barbeque Wise potato chips, I had already made up my mind.
Fuck New York
, I thought as I tore those chips up and licked the salt from my fingers. I was ready to dip as far away from this city as I could. All I needed to do was make a quick call to Cali and get a bunch of my cash wired to me, and after that I was hopping my ass on a plane and heading someplace down South, or maybe even to the Caribbean or somewhere like that.

I closed my eyes as reality came crashing down on me. I didn’t have nobody. No matter where I went or how far I ran, I would still be alone.

I couldn’t stop the tears as they slipped from my eyes and ran down my face. Everything that was happening to me just seemed so unfair. Sometimes when you’re trying to do good, bad comes down on you hard. All I had tried to do was help Rita get Nooni back, and I couldn’t believe what it was costing me. There was so much danger coming at me from so many different directions that it was a miracle I was still breathing and living above ground. I felt like a hunted animal. Between Flex and the G-Spot crew, I was liable to get shot from behind and slumped at any moment.

“Don’t cry,” Dread told me gently. I could tell he really felt sorry for me, and he wasn’t tryna holla at me neither. “Here,” he passed me a slip of paper. His phone number was written on it and he told me to call him if I ever needed him.

When Shay came back to my cubicle she asked Dread to step outside so we could talk in private. She smiled as she told me she had found a site that had a bed available for me.

“It’s not a domestic violence shelter though,” she said and shrugged. “It’s just a regular shelter for the homeless, and you can stay there for ten days, okay?”

“Where is it?” I asked suspiciously. I wasn’t taking my ass nowhere near Manhattan, and I damn sure wasn’t stepping foot within ten miles of Three Brothers Funeral Home in Spanish Harlem.

“Oh, the shelter is right here in Brooklyn,” she said, pushing me some papers to sign.

“Brooklyn?” I twisted my lips up at first, and then I shrugged. Why not? Shit, Manhattan was an island, and that meant if I stayed in Brooklyn there would be a body of water between me and Flex. Besides, the deck was stacked real high against me, and right now I wasn’t the kind of beggar who could afford to be choosey. Better Brooklyn than the damn cemetery.

Besides, all I needed was a little bit of time. I could survive in Crooklyn for a few days while I made some calls and got me a plane ticket. And as soon as all that came through I was getting the hell outta the shiesty-ass Empire State for good.

“Cool,” I told Shay as I stood up and got ready to crutch down the hall behind her. I slid the curtain back and gave Dread a big hug and thanked him again for saving my black ass.

We broke out in our separate directions, and the only thing left for me to do was go cop a squat in the social worker’s office while I waited for a ride to the shelter. “Yeah,” I said under my breath. “Brooklyn’ll be cool.”

 

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

“I got you, baby,” Ace said as he cradled Salida in his big arms and carried her up the stairs to her apartment. He unlocked the door, then flicked the light switch up with his shoulder and followed the thin stream of light past the neat kitchen and toward Salida’s plush bedroom.

Him and Truth had sat up in Harlem Hospital with her for mad hours, but Ace hadn’t been worried about the time on the clock. His whole body had sagged with relief when the doctors told him Salida had been real lucky. She’d bruised her hip and had suffered a mild concussion when her head hit the sidewalk, but other than that she had escaped without serious injury from the hit-and-run car accident.

“The driver just kept going, huh?” The doctor asked as he wrote Salida a prescription for painkillers and filled out some forms on his clipboard. “Did you get a good look at the car? You should probably file a police report.”

Ace had shaken his head as he got behind Salida’s wheelchair and held his hand out for the prescription.

“Nah, we ain’t filing no reports with nobody,” he’d said with his voice cold and deadly. “Trust me, I already got this, Doc,” he said, as his mind replayed the actions of everybody who had been within three steps of the G-Spot that night, to include his manz Pluto. “Word up, Doc. This shit is gonna get handled.”

 

$$$$$

 

And now that he had gotten Salida home and safely in her bed, handling some bizz was heavy on Ace’s mind. He had grilled Truth over and over again about what had happened out there in that dark alley, and each time the young’un had come up with the same story: an unfamiliar car had roared down the sidewalk and clipped Salida, taking her legs out as it knocked her high up in the air.

Truth swore to God that he didn’t get a look at the driver’s face. He said the car’s lights had been off, and that shit was moving too fast for him to see anything anyway.

But Ace wasn’t going for that shit. Didn’t no random fuckin’ ride just come flying down that back-alley and smash into his lady outta the blue like that. He was Harlem born and bred, and his gut told him that Salida had been targeted. Set up. Somebody had wanted to rub her ass out, and when Ace thought about how slow his manz Pluto had been to rush to the scene, suspicion jumped straight into his heart.

Pluto. The distrust between the two of them had stretched a mile long, and it wasn’t hard for Ace to picture his old friend sprinkling a few grimy words on the streets and then setting Salida up to get run over in an alley like a bitch-ass dog.

But Salida didn’t have a clue when he asked her who she thought had tried to run her over and she sure didn’t mention Pluto’s name. So for now Ace was just gonna have to watch and wait. And the minute something looked shady in his manz camp, he was gonna pounce all over that shit.

In the bedroom, he laid Salida on her bed and started taking her clothes off like he was handling a newborn baby. He unbuttoned her soiled dress and gently pulled it over her head. Her naked breasts bounded free. They were firm and full, and looked like delicious buttermilk biscuits that had been perfectly baked.

Salida let him handle her. She was out of it, and for once her guard was down and the soft, vulnerable side of her was exposed.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Ace whispered like a love-struck sherm as he unsnapped her sexy garter belt and rolled the white stockings down her firm, creamy thighs. His clumsy hands fumbled a few times, but they stayed gentle and loving as he slipped a nightgown over her head and adjusted it around her hips.

Ace was straight-up awestruck by Salida’s beauty. He didn’t know what the fuck G had been thinking. Letting a woman this fine go, and locking her up outta sight. His old boss musta been straight fuckin’ bonkers. Salida was the finest bitch he had ever seen in his life.

She moaned a little bit as he propped her sore leg up on two designer pillows, and Ace sucked his breath in and flinched, gut-struck at the thought of causing her the slightest bit of pain.

“Make me a cup of tea,” Salida muttered, and Ace shot outta the bedroom and obediently jetted into the kitchen. It was small, but decorated out the ass, and it was probably the cleanest kitchen he had ever been in.

He looked in the cabinet and found a box of green tea. He put two teabags in a cup of water and microwaved it until it was steaming hot. He set the cup on a saucer and stuck a spoon in it. He searched the cabinets looking for some sugar that he could dump in the cup, but then he remembered that Salida didn’t like it sweet.

Back in her room he helped her sit up a little bit so she could sip the tea. He stood silently by the window and watched her, still shook by the fact that he coulda lost her preciousness under the wheels of a speeding car.

“Bring your ass over here,” Salida’s husky voice interrupted his loving thoughts as she demanded his attention. She was done with her tea and had set the cup on her nightstand.

She scooted down slightly in the bed, then bent her good leg and slid her foot all the way up until her heel was touching her ass. She let her leg fall open, exposing herself without a hint of shame.

Ace drooled. The swatch of her thong barely covered her fat pussy, and he got an instant hard-on as he walked over to her bed. His thick dick wanted to jump outta his drawers as a puddle of hungry saliva filled his mouth.

“Make me wet before I go to sleep,” Salida demanded. Her fingers slid between her legs and she pulled her thong to one side. Ace watched through lustful eyes as she stroked her clit until it came awake and got stiff, and then she pressed it a few times before inserting her middle finger deeply inside her snatch.

He groaned as he sat down on the bed beside her. Lifting her gown above her waist, he squeezed her breast and sucked the juices off the wet finger she was offering him. 

Her insides tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, and Ace’s dick ached as it throbbed in his pants. He held her by the hips and lowered his face to her groin. Her end-of-the-day smell was a real turn on, and he delved into her pussy and plunged his tongue in as deeply as he could.

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