by Noire
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.”
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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.
Salida moaned and sighed and humped under his expert head game. Her movements were limited due to her hip injury, so she held his head and pushed his face into her wetness, moving his head around in ways that excited and pleased her the most.
Ace needed that pussy. He knew he couldn’t get on top of her and fuck her, but that didn’t stop him from wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to feel her riding him and raping him with those beautiful, silky guts.
His tongue worked overtime as he nibbled on her clit, then dipped it into her puddle of hot juices and licked her out. They were both moaning now, and Salida screamed as her body stiffened and she climaxed, spurts of her hot cum filling his mouth.
Ace got him a nut too. His dick jerked and spasmed like crazy as he busted off hard, filling his drawers with a gigantic load of sticky semen.
He put his groin over his hand in shame, and Salida laughed at his lack of dick control.
“I can stay the night and take care of you, if you want me to,” he said, ignoring her laughter as he squeezed her thigh and continued to lust for her.
“Hell naw,” Salida said and pushed his hand away. “Don’t no niggah stay all night in my house. Matter of fact, run over to Pluto’s place and get Nooni’s ass and bring her over here,” she ordered as she thought about the latest batch of meth she needed to test. “Nooni can take care of me tonight. Just put a blanket out there on the couch and tell her lil ass I said she better sleep real light just in case I call for her in the middle of the night.”
CHAPTER 6
Slick Sallie pushed Mick’s souped-up car to the max as he drove down the highway heading east. He had already stopped at a gas station where he filled up his tank and bought a six-pack of bottled water and three jumbo packs of cinnamon gum.
Earlier, he’d gone to a discount cell phone dealer and filled out an application for a new account. He’d purchased a cheap throw-away phone that didn’t require a contract, but still had enough bells and whistles on it to make it worthwhile.
Sallie got himself a brand new phone number, and then waited as the salesman copied all the numbers and email addresses from his old address book and transferred them to his new one.
He was gonna miss his iPhone, but it was registered under his uncle Frank’s business account a
nd Sallie was way too fuckin’ smart to leave a trail behind him like that.
“We have a special program going where we’ll give you a discount if you turn in your old phone,” the tech said.
“Nah, I’m cool,” Sallie had declined, taking both phones with him as he got back in Mick’s car.
With his eyes burning from a lack of sleep, Sallie set the ride on cruise control and coasted five miles above the speed limit with the windows rolled down and the wind rushing through his hair.
Images of the past few days flashed in his mind and he thought about his cousin Mick and wondered if his aunt would ever get over the death of her son. By now, the entire family knew Sallie was responsible for Mick getting electrocuted, and if Sallie knew anything about the Sanveneros, he knew they wanted him to pay.
Rage had been broiling his Uncle Frank’s voice when he called Sallie and told him to get his ass over to the house. Sallie had lied and told Big Frank that he was on his way, but instead of walking into what would have been worse than a firing squad, Sallie had hauled ass outta town with no intention of ever going back again.
In the eyes of The Organization, Sallie was now a fugitive. With dumb Mick dead and all of Sallie’s dirty, underhanded deeds exposed to his family, he was officially a wanted man with a big round target on his back.
As dangerous as it was to be lined up in the mafia’s crosshairs, he was also glad to be out from under Big Frank’s thumb. The Sanvenero family had been ordered to stay out of New York City, but Slick Sallie was a McCain so those goddamn orders didn’t apply to him.
Besides, New York was where he needed to be. There were a lot of opportunities in that town for a man who could live by his wits. There were plenty of prospects that a guy with Sallie’s brains and cunning skills could explore and exploit.
One of the first things on Sallie’s crooked agenda was to complete the arms deal that he was planning with a young drug dealer from Harlem. The guy was looking to get his hands on an entire fucking arsenal, and Sallie knew it was gonna be a risky exploit, but if he pulled it off the right way it would net him a shitload of cash.
Sallie had done a little business with this particular hoodlum before, but it had been mostly small-time shit. Two-bit trading. A couple of hot semi-automatics and ten or fifteen dirty revolvers.
But this time the guy wanted to do business on a whole ’nother level, and he wanted way more than a few random pieces too. He was looking to score an entire arsenal, and the most important aspect of the deal was his demand that every single gun be brand new. Unfired. Guaranteed squeaky clean.
Sallie had agreed to take the job, even though it had looked pretty impossible to get his hands on the amount of money it took to commandeer that kind of cache. But now that he was sitting on the loot that had been stuffed in Gino’s safe, there was more than enough cash in his pockets for him to get down on the deal. He knew he’d have to go back-alley deep in order to broker a deal of this magnitude, but if he could get in contact with a trader he knew in Virginia and make the big buy, then he could slap a steep mark-up on the weapons and sell them at a nice profit to the drug dealer in Harlem.
Slick Sallie grinned as he envisioned the kind of cash he’d be holding. Shit, if he could pull this deal off he’d be set for life and rolling so heavy he’d never have to come down.
Fuckin’ moolies, he thought as he sped down the highway. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why the drug dealer up in Harlem wanted an entire arsenal of clean guns, and Sallie had no problem with the bloody battle that was sure to go down for control of Harlem’s streets. In fact, he was happy to be doing his part to clean that place up. The guns he traded would go a long way towards wiping out some of the dirty moolies who were stinking up the slum-infested housing projects worse than they already stank.
Yeah, fuck Big Frank and the rest of the family, he thought with satisfaction. Sallie was making all the right moves and every one of his plans was about to fall in place.
“Suck my nuts, you lousy Sanveneros!” Slick Sallie yelled out the window as his dead cousin’s car lurched forward with a zoom. “New York City, here I come!”
CHAPTER 7
“I put in good work for you, didn’t I, Mo?”
Young Bilal sounded real hopeful as he pounded his wood into Money-Making Monique’s tight chocolate tunnel. He balanced her plump titties in his palms and they jiggled like hot water-balloons as he grunted and kept up his deep, steady strokes.
Releasing one of her titties, Bilal slid his hand over her stacked hip. His fingers crept around until they found her dripping slit. Her clit was hard and throbbing, and he pinched it a few times before digging his fingers inside her up to his third knuckle.
Pussy was real good, Bilal thought as his palm filled with Monique’s dripping cream, but he liked ass so much better.
Mo’s hips twerked deliciously as she glanced over her shoulder and threw her round humps at him with short, hard jerks.
Bilal’s young ass almost fainted under her expert moves. He moaned as his fingers played in her gushy and he filled her backdoor with his dick at the same time.
Biting gently on the tender meat of Mo’s neck, he pressed his middle finger against the thin membrane that separated her two holes, and shuddered as he felt his dick moving just on the other side, thrusting deeply in her ass.
“Oh damn…” Bilal groaned in her ear. They had snuck inside the triple X cinema room at the G-Spot and he pressed Mo up against the wall as he plundered her sweet asshole.
A necklace of drool hung from his bottom lip and rested on Monique’s shoulder as she gripped his dick in the unbelievable tightness of her tunnel. “Oh, yeah…I did good,” the young’un muttered like he was a school kid talking to his teacher. “I hit that bitch just like you wanted me to, Mo. I did real good.”
Monique rested her forehead on the wall and smirked as she winded her hips and straight up laid her sick booty-dance on him. She was giving Bilal his promised reward for the solid he’d done for her in the G-Spot’s back alley, but his lil four-inch dick probing up her ass wasn’t giving her nothing but a bad attitude.
“Shut the fuck up and get yours so we can get outta here niggah,” she muttered. “You did a’ight, but you ain’t kill that bitch! But I bet your ass’ll be dead if Ace finds out you was driving that car! Now hurry up and bust your nut, goddammit. I gotta get out there and get that old hag some lunch.”
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“You hungry, Mizz Salida?” Monique asked fifteen minutes later. She had let Bilal finish getting his shit off, then washed her ass and approached Salida real sweet-like even though her hatred for the older woman was growing on a daily basis.
Salida was dripping jewels and finery and relaxing on a burgundy satin lounge chair that Ace had bought for her. He had gotten a few of his dun duns to set it up on a little platform he built next to the bar so she could oversee the happenings in the G-Spot as she rested her sprained hip.
Ace had also bought her a slim, fly-ass gold cane, and Salida sat up there waving that shit like a queen on a throne as she questioned and controlled almost everything that went down.
Sprained hip my ass, Monique thought as she smiled sweetly at the laced-up old trick, but deep inside she was steaming. Wasn’t shit wrong with this throwed-off bitch. Salida hadn’t broken a goddamn thing when that car hit her. She could get around just fine on her own, but Ace still had Monique and Nooni taking turns waiting on her, and both of their damn feet were worn out from running around to meet her crazy demands.
“You want me to send Nooni down the block to get you something to eat?” Monique asked, holding her hand out like she was waiting for some money. She wasn’t paying for Salida’s food! She’d be damned if that double-crossing bitch was gonna eat one bite off the doe she shook her naked ass for!
Monique was too steamed about Salida and her greedy, double-crossing ways. They were supposed to be partners, and by all rights Mo shoulda been pocketing a percentage of the loot that
came in from the cut room operations. She had done some cut-throat shit for Salida, but so far that old wench hadn’t gotten her ass up off a single dime.
“No!” Salida replied, ignoring Monique’s outstretched hand. “Don’t send Nooni nowhere. Tell her to bring her ass over here. I got that girl on a schedule and it’s time for her to take her medicine. Send one of them corner boys over to Famous Fish Market and get me a fried whitey sandwich and a side order of jumbo shrimp. Tell ’em to make sure they put plenty of hot sauce on my fish too.”
“Okay, I will,” Monique said and turned away with a look of disgust in her eyes. She was hoping like hell the old bitch would choke on a fish bone, but on the real, an alley cat like Salida seemed to have nine lives. Bilal had knocked the shit outta her with his brother’s car, and as Mo peeped outta the back window she coulda sworn Salida had cracked her conniving skull on the concrete and croaked.
But noooo. That woulda been too much like an answered fuckin’ prayer! Monique had been hot as hell when Pluto came home that night talking about Salida had got hit by a car and the only thing she had was a sprained damn hip.
What the hell? Monique had wanted to scream and ask him. How was that possible? You mean that bitch’s back didn’t get broke? Her dome didn’t shatter into a hundred pieces and her shiesty-ass brains didn’t spill out all over the sidewalk? What the fuck! Wasn’t old people supposed to have brittle fuckin’ bones?
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.
