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Monique had gone over to Salida’s apartment the next morning and pretended like she was all concerned. But on the real, she just couldn’t stop seeing the dark hole of the gat that Salida had pointed at her, and the whole time she was in the kitchen showing Nooni how to fix Salida some buttery grits and a bacon and cheese omelet, she was steady plotting on how to hit Salida one more time, but the next time she was gonna knock the old bird on her ass for good.

CHAPTER 8

“I don’t think he’s going to show up,” Renata whispered to her husband as they sat in the front row of the cathedral. They were having a quiet Catholic memorial service for Frank’s nephew Mikail, and Renata couldn’t help glancing at the door every few minutes and hoping that their other nephew, Salvatore, would walk in.

“He’d better not show up,” Frank growled under his breath. “Because if he does he’s a dead man.”

Frank had been livid at his nephew’s blatant defiance of his orders. Not just with the electronics heist and the death of his cousin Mick, but with Juicy too. He had made it clear to Sallie and everyone else that the girl was strictly off-limits. He’d given his word and put his arm of protection around the girl, and Sallie had violated that in the worse way.

If Juicy had come back to Los Angeles and tried to drive home from the airport she would have been blown to bits by the bomb that Sallie had gotten boom-rigged in her car. It had been reported all over the news, and some media outlets had even tried to tie the bombing to terrorist activity. Juicy had to have heard about it, and Renata had been trying desperately to reach her, but Frank told his wife that Juicy was probably too scared to think about coming back to California now. She probably didn’t think there was anyone in the whole state that she could really trust.

Renata sighed and interrupted Frank’s thoughts. “I just can’t imagine where Sallie could be. Where he could have gone.”

“Beats the hell outta me.” Frank shrugged as he looked over his shoulder, “But if the little bastard isn’t burning down in hell then he didn’t go far enough.”

Renata followed her husband’s eyes as they watched the other mourners stream through the doors. They were mostly the mafia-type. Stern-looking Italian men in business suits who had come out to pay their respects to the idiot son of a made man.

“That worthless turd should get away with killing my son?” Frank’s brother Mike had cried when he saw Mick’s roasted body. “I’m a made man, Frankie! That Irish bastard should be the one laying here like a toasted marshmallow! Not my freakin’ Mickie!”

And their sister, Salvatore’s mother, had been no less emotional with her pleas. “Have mercy on him, Frankie!” she had cried when Frank and his brothers burst into her house looking for Sallie. The little rat didn’t even have the decency to tell his own mother goodbye. Instead, he had run off and left an empty, carved-up safe in her wine cellar.

Frank had given his only sister a real long look, telling her without words exactly what he was going to do to that bum son of hers if he ever got his hands on him. Yeah. Salvatore had always been slick, but he had never been very smart. Frank would let him run for now, but the kid wouldn’t get very far. And when Frank finally did catch up with him and nail him down, he was going to have the exact same mercy on Sallie that Sallie had had on Juicy and Mick.

None.

CHAPTER 9

Nooni had been staying at Salida’s crib and taking care of her for a good minute now and shit was getting worse and worse for her on a daily basis.

Salida had turned the girl into her own personal little drug tester, taking her from popping Divine Nine pills day and night, to smoking Salida’s special home-cooked blend of crystal meth from a crack pipe all day long.

Whatever the hell was in that lethal chemical combination that Salida had her crew brewing and cooking upstairs in that cut room, it kept Nooni flying high as hell. And it kept her horny as fuck too, Nooni had to admit as she walked around the club with her young pussy leaking slippery puddles and spazzing from self-induced orgasms.

It was late night at the G-Spot, and the music was bumping from the speakers and shaking the windows in their panes. Nooni couldn’t keep her fingers outta her pussy, and even though Truth had already dug her out deliciously twice during the day, she still had to slip into the bathroom and pinch her nipples and rub her stiff clit until she came over and over again.

But Salida had been watching her ass like a vulture, and after the seeing the girl dip into the ladies room and come out with her face looking red and flushed for the third time that day, Salida had decided to put her hot ass to work.

So, dressed in the plaid mini-skirt of a schoolgirl, complete with white folded-over bobby socks and chunky high-heeled shoes, Nooni moved her fine young flesh through the crowd exciting lustful men, young and old, as she followed a customer into one of the fuck rooms in the back.

While Nooni mighta looked scrumptious and luscious to the casual observer, deep inside the girl was terrified. She was coming down off an all-day high, her nerves were all fucked up, and she was getting paranoid as hell. 

Every time the door opened she thought for sure she was going to jail. She was wanted by the po-po and it shook her to the bone to know they were looking for her ass so they could lock her up over that murder she had committed in Atlantic City.

The first time the two uniformed cops had shown up at the G-Spot looking for her was just two days after she left the trick dead on the hotel room floor.

Mo had taken the officers inside G’s office to talk, and when they left she told Nooni that they’d grilled her half to death and flashed her two pictures of Nooni that they had gotten off the hotel’s security camera.

A few days later they’d almost busted her at a stop light on 125th Street. She was riding in the whip with Truth and Mo, heading to go pick up some supplies for Salida, when Monique screamed out, “Cops!” and reached over the backseat and smushed Nooni down to the floorboards.

She had crouched down there shivering in fear as Monique flung Truth’s jacket over her head and warned her to either stay her ass down, or get dragged outta the whip and hauled off to Rikers to face a murder rap.

And just a couple of hours ago, two white cops had rolled up in the G-Spot again and posted up by the back office. Nooni had walked past and saw Monique leaning up against the wall talking to them. Their eyes met and locked, and when Nooni peeped the warning look that Monique quickly shot her, she knew the drill right off the bat. A sudden surge of ice had run through her veins, completely blowing her high. Monique had jerked her head toward the fuck rooms, and Nooni had twisted the doorknob and ducked inside the closest one, and then closed the door and locked it behind her.

For the last few hours she had been shitting bricks every time the front door swung open, and when Salida called her over to her throne and told her she was gonna have to put in some work for the rest of the night, Nooni was too shook and terrified to complain.

Especially after Salida tore her off some more of that crystal yum-yum. The older woman had taken Nooni from poppin’ pills, to swallowing meth, to straight up smoking that shit, and even beyond making her so horny she had to sneak in the bathroom and masturbate, the drugs made her want to forget her troubles and float away on a big fluffy cloud of don’t-give-a-fuck.

And now, behind the closed doors of fuck room number four, Nooni dipped her hand in a large jar of Vaseline, then jacked her customer’s crooked wood as she thought about the heavenly dick-down Truth had put on her that morning. She had worn his fuckin’ ass out with her swiveling hips, and Truth had actually screamed out loud as she rode him rough-style, busting load after load until she was weak and dizzy from pleasure.

“You like this big dick, don’t’chu baby?” her customer was saying as Nooni fantasized about Truth and the creamy juices of her lust began to coat her inner thighs. This was her third hand job of the night, but she wasn’t as high right now as she had been earlier and this old dude’s dick just didn’t appeal to her.

“I know Salida said you can’t do no fuckin’,” he whispered and rubbed her puffy ass. “But just lemme slide my shit between them big titties you got, baby. That way you can suck it and squeeze it at the same time, you know?”

She frowned as she continued jacking his greased-up little dick.

“Sorry, I can’t give you no head. This is all I’m allowed to do. Besides, you didn’t pay for no titties. Only for a hand.”

The tall stranger lost his head and snatched Nooni up in her collar. Moaning, he pinned her up against the wall and yanked the crotch of her panties aside and dug his long fingers inside her pussy. When he saw that shit was already sopping wet, he pushed his forearm against her throat and slammed his dick up in her. He gripped her right ass cheek and thrust himself deeply inside her, fucking the shit outta her and getting himself a nice little piece of raw trim.

Nooni had barely screamed good when Greco and his boyz busted up in the room and pulled the trick off of her. They had been posted up outside the door, and they bum-rushed the customer and went at his ass like he had stolen some bank outta the safe in G’s office. They beat his narrow ass down to the ground and dragged him outta the room as Nooni stood pressed against the wall trembling in fear.

“You okay?” Greco asked, as she pulled her skirt down and straightened her thong. Nooni nodded her head. The trick had got up in her and scared the shit outta her, but he hadn’t really hurt her.

“I’m cool,” she told Greco. She smoothed her curly hair back and gave him a small smile. “I’m cool.”

“You sure?” Greco eyed her. “’Cause I’ll fuck that niggah up permanently if you want me to.”

“He just scared me, that’s all. But check this out,” Nooni said, thinking fast as she pulled Greco’s sleeve and leaned in close to him. She had never asked him for anything before because she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she could trust him. But Nooni was desperate and crashing down hard off her high. It was now or never time for her, and she knew it. “There is something you can do for me, Greco if you don’t mind.”

“You got it, Shawty,” he said smoothly. “Whuddeva you need, you got it.”

Nooni could tell Greco meant what he said. And not because he was a goddamn child molester who wanted to fuck her, neither.

“I need to make a call real quick,” Nooni whispered. “I need to borrow your cell phone, Greco, but please…
please
don’t tell nobody.”

The older dude shrugged and popped his cell out of the case on his belt clip.

“Have at it,” he said. “You can talk as long as you wanna.”

Nooni was damned grateful to Greco. She had already gotten busted tryna use the phone at Salida’s crib when she thought the older woman was knocked-out sleeping from all those pain pills. Nooni was supposed to be washing the dishes, but in reality she was two seconds away from sneaking on the phone when Salida appeared in the kitchen as silent as a ghost.

That old lady scared the shit outta her so bad that she dropped the cordless phone down in the sink full of soapy dishwater and let that shit stay right there until Salida got up outta the kitchen and went back to her room.

Later on she had dried the phone off as best she could and stuck it right back on the charger, praying to God that Salida wouldn’t find out what she’d done. And ever since then Nooni had just been watching and waiting for the right opportunity to make herself an emergency call.

“Thank you, Greco,” Nooni said nervously. She turned her back on the security dude and hurried outta the room and down the hall. But Nooni’s luck was all fucked up, and just as she flipped open the phone and punched in a number, she heard somebody giggling and coming around the corner and she froze.

It was Honey Dew. Looking finer than shit and evil as all outdoors.