G-Spot 2 Trickery: The 6th Deadly Sin (G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins)

by Noire

  PART SIX

  OF NOIRE’S BLOCKBUSTER

  URBAN EROTIC SERIAL TALE!

  Harlem is caught in a vicious three-way scheme! Will Juicy get tangled in the deadly web of violence?

  Life is getting real tricky for Juicy Mo-Stanfield as she hides in plain sight right in the heart of Harlem. With the powerful Trey Jackson watching her back, Juicy-Mo just can’t go wrong. Or can she?

  When the major players in the game get greedy, scheming becomes second nature and former friends become distant, bitter foes. Are the hard knocks of the past over for Juicy? Or will the vicious hand of street life strike one more violent blow to her gut?

  Find Out More In

  G-SPOT 2: THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

  TRICKERY: THE 6th DEADLY SIN

  The Urban Erotic Serial Saga Continues!

  ALSO BY NOIRE

  URBAN EROTIC TALES

  G-Spot

  Candy Licker

  Thug-A-Licious

  Thong on Fire

  Hood

  Hittin’ the Bricks

  Unzipped

  URBAN EROTIC QUICKIES

  From the Streets to the Sheets

  URBAN EROTIC APPETIZERS

  Baby Brother (with 50 Cent)

  Maneater: Sugar-Honey-Ice-Tee

  (with Mary B. Morrison)

  Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless:

  Puttin’ Shame in the Game

  (with Kiki Swinson)

  COMING SOON

  Natural Born Liar:

  The Misadventures of Mink LaRue

  NOIRE

  G-Spot 2:

  The Seven Deadly Sins

  An Urban Erotic Serial Tale Told in 7 Parts

  TRICKERY: The 6TH DEADLY SIN

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  G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins, TRICKERY: The 6TH Deadly Sin is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN- 13: 978–0–9830936–6–4

  ISBN- 10: 0–9830936–6–0

  First Printing April 2012

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  Dear Readers!

  Yes, it’s been a long time since we last talked, but the urban erotic serial train has pulled into the station once again, and we’re about to give it to you harder and hotter than ever before!

  I’d like to thank all my loyal readers and friends for the love and messages of support you’ve sent me over the past few months. Life happened to me and I’m grateful for your uplifting prayers during my time of crisis, and there were many days that me and my family took comfort from your warm words.

  The first five parts of G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins introduced you to an original serial tale told in a manner and a format that is unlike any other book on the market. I can’t describe how rewarding it’s been to have my creativity, bold originality, and unique method of storytelling recognized by readers all over the world, and now that we’ve made it all the way to Trickery, the 6th Deadly Sin in the world’s first Urban Erotic Serial Tale, you know the ever-present danger and extra-steamy sexual tension will definitely keep you sweating it out on the edge of your seat!

  And since you’ve been so patient and understanding as I took care of my family and lived the majority of my life offline, I’m happy to announce that I have not one, but TWO urban erotic tales dropping for you this month!

  Yes, my latest banga, NATURAL BORN LIAR: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue, will be published on April 24, 2012 by Dafina Books. I can’t wait to introduce you to the sexy, Harlem-born Mink LaRue. Trust, Mami Mink is nobody’s joke, and whether you hate her or love her, this underdog will always rise to the top!

  But while you’re waiting to meet Miss Mink, grab a seat on the urban erotic train and take a long ride with Juicy-Mo down the perilous roads of her latest hood adventure. Find out why the 6th Deadly Sin is called Trickery, and see what kind of twisted, devious schemes are perpetrated on those who get caught slippin!

  And remember, this is street life my friends, so make sure you sleep with one eye open!

  With lots of love,

  Noire

  Your Serial Novel Queen

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  WARNING!

  This here ain’t no romance

  It’s an urban erotic tale

  Thugs are straight up wildin’

  And they’re scheming for ya mail!

  Tongues are slithering just like snakes

  So you better watch your back

  Grimy double-crossin’ has

  Become a hood-life fact!

  Rival clicks are perpetrating scams to get it in,

  TRICKERY is a mutha in this deadly ghetto sin!

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  G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale

  #1 Essence Magazine Bestseller

  “The Coldest Winter Ever meets ADDICTED!”

  – Jamise L. Dames, Bestselling author of Momma’s Baby, Daddy’s Maybe

  “Freedom comes with a price in Noire’s sexy, gritty urban melodrama. Noire’s heady brew of lethal realism and unbridled sexuality should spell ‘hot and bothered’ for erotic fiction fans.” – Publishers Weekly

  In the beginning…

  Have you ever rolled over in the middle of the night and been so damn thankful you just broke down and cried? Did you praise God for delivering you from a grimy Dungeon and blessing you with a tiny taste of heaven? Did you wake up every morning chillin’ in the arms of the one you loved? Snuggled deep in the sheets like nothing could ever hurt you? That shit felt perfect, didn’t it? So perfect, that you let your guard down and stopped looking over your shoulder, right? But then…did you get caught slippin? Did you start waking up in the darkness gripped by fear? Your body trembling in terror? Did you lay there paralyzed, with prophecy lurking over your head and holding you prisoner? Did you feel doomed to a punishment that you knew you didn’t deserve? Did you search desperately for a way out, but no matter how far you ran, you just couldn’t outrun your fate? Come hang out with me for a minute, y’all. Sit down and get comfortable as I tell you what happened when I hauled ass outta Harlem and ran smack into my destiny. My name is Juicy Monique Stanfield. I escaped from the G-Spot, and this is the rest of my story…

  CHAPTER 1

  I stood there trembling in Trey’s arms as I tried to make sense of the craziness that was coming out of his mouth.

  “It’s your girl. It’s Rita. Somebody pulled a kick-door on her crib and they shot Rita in her sleep.”

  “Nooo!” I shook my head and buried my face in Trey’s chest as his arms tightened
around my back. “That can’t be true!” I screamed as my knees sagged a little bit and then straight-up collapsed and buckled.

  “Ritaaa . . .” I threw my head back and wailed. Trey gripped me in his rock-hard arms and held me up on my feet as I screamed for my girl. A knot of grief swelled up inside of me and I cried from way down in my gut as a bolt of hot pain ripped through my heart. “Rita . . . noooo!”

  “I’m sorry, Juicy,” Trey kept saying as he held me close. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” My tears soaked the front of his shirt. His big hands rubbed all over my back and shoulders as he tried to comfort me with gentle, soothing words.

  “Please, God,” I begged as a fresh river flowed from my eyes. “Not Rita,” I pleaded. “Please not Rita! Trey!” I hollered. “Trey! Please tell me that shit ain’t true!”

  But it was true. I could feel it in the way he held me. Like I was a baby bird who needed protecting. Like he was trying to suck some of my pain deep inside his heart so there wouldn’t be quite so much for me to bear.

  I looked up at him and in a quick rush of breath I asked him a question, even though I knew the answer might fuck me all the way up.

  “Is Rita dead? D-d-did she die?”

  He shook his head quickly and held me even tighter, “No. She’s alive, Juicy. She’s in a bad way, but your girl is still alive.”

  “W-w-where is she?” I moaned. My knees sagged again. My whole body felt weak.

  “Harlem Hospital,” Trey said quietly. His lips were warm on my ear as he clutched me close to his body and rocked me like a baby. “C’mon. Put your shoes on, Juicy.” He sat me down on the bed and helped me into my sandals, and then he led me gently toward the door. “Come on, baby. Let me take you over there.”

  $$$$$

  “But how could this happen?” I kept asking as we zipped down the crowded city streets in Trey’s whip. I was riding up front with him, and Chiney was sitting in the back. “Rita don’t have no money! Why would somebody break in her house to rob her and then just start shooting all crazy like that?”

  “It was a kick-door,” Trey muttered as he dipped in and out of traffic, “but it wasn’t no robbery, Juicy. Them cats didn’t go there looking to pull no simple lick. They went there to clean the whole house out, baby. That was their intention from the gate. To lay everybody down. That’s why they shot the whole place up.”

  My mind was whirling in a tunnel of grief, and without even realizing it I slipped my hands under my shirt and pressed my fingers to the twisted scar that stood out on my lower belly. Poor Rita, I cried inside. Guns scared the hell out of me because I knew what it was like to get blasted. Clutching my stomach, I moaned as I thought about how gun violence had fucked up my entire life. Cara, Aunt Rea, Jimmy, Gino, me . . . and my unborn son. Every last one of us had taken a heat round from the tip of somebody’s burner. And now so had my best friend in the whole world, Rita.

  I opened my mouth and cried even harder. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening! I just couldn’t believe it! Chiney leaned over my seat and passed me a tissue, but there was no stopping the tears from falling from my eyes.

  By the time we walked into the hospital I was totally shook. My old memories had sucked me deep into a heartbreaking pit of fear. Chiney waited in the car as me and Trey walked inside and headed down a long hallway. I was wobbling so bad on my feet that Trey looked down at me with a frown, and then he took my hand in his and steadied me. He pressed his thumb into my palm and massaged it in gentle circles, and then he wrapped his whole hand around mine and held me firmly as we got on an elevator and headed upstairs to the intensive care unit.

  I was trying hard to keep myself together but just the smell of the hospital was giving me crazy flashbacks. My whole body broke out in a cold sweat as I followed Trey off the elevator. Every step I took toward the nurse’s station made my heart pound harder and harder in my chest. I remembered being back in Cali and being wheeled down a hall toward Gino’s room. There had been mad doctors and nurses running around looking crazy-panicked. I remembered how heavy my stomach had felt with my unborn baby still nestled inside me. Both of us had gotten ripped up by the bullet that had passed through Gino and straight into me. I started crying again. My feet felt so damn heavy, and my mouth was so damn dry.

  “You gonna be okay?” Trey asked as he looked down at me. He stopped and waited while I gulped air and tried to get my shit together. His intense brown eyes were full of concern. He reached out and smoothed my hair back, and then he rested his strong hand lightly on the back of my neck.

  After a minute I nodded and bit down on my lower lip. “Yeah.” I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move the last few steps. “I’m straight.”

  The NYPD had posted a young cop outside of Rita’s door, just like the Cali cops had posted one on me and Gino after we got shot. A big black gun was sticking out of the holster on his hip, and I couldn’t help shuddering at the sight of it. Strapped cop or no strapped cop, I knew Rita was ass-out if somebody really wanted to get at her. Hell, this was New York. Almost every thug-ass cop in Harlem was notorious for being paid on the take and deep in some kingpin’s pocket. I’d seen mad proof of their greediness and griminess back when I was still rolling around town as G’s little on-the-stool bitch.

  Dutchy was talking to somebody at the nurse’s station when we walked up, and when he saw me and Trey he reached out to hug me and gave Trey some heavy dap.

  “Yo, this shit is fucked up, Juicy,” Dutchy told me with tears in his eyes. “It’s all fucked up! It’s bad enough that Rita got served like that up in there, but the two little kids she was watching got murked last night too, you know. Yeah,” he said, nodding when he saw the look of shock and horror come across my face. “They got blasted. Rita was babysitting when the shit popped off, and Chub’s two little friends didn’t make it.”

  Dutchy had a few words with the police officer who was guarding the door and told him it was okay for both me and Trey to go inside and see Rita. Trey stepped into Rita’s room ahead of me, and as bad as I wanted to comfort my girl and let her know I was there and praying for her, I was straight-up terrified of what I was going to see on the other side of that door.

  Instead of walking in, I let go of Trey’s hand and hung back a little bit, dragging my feet again. All kinds of shit was running through my head. What if Rita had tubes coming outta her everywhere? What if she was all swollen and messed up like Gino had been?

  I wasn’t ready to see all that. I just couldn’t handle it. I had been through way too much in my young life, and my heart just couldn’t take it. My instincts were screaming at me, telling me to turn my ass right back around and run down that hall. I felt new tears rushing to my eyes, and there was no way I could stop them.

  “Yo, you up for this baby?” Dutchy asked. He had come up behind me and he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. “Listen, they fucked her up pretty bad, Juicy,” he said gravely. “I ain’t gonna lie to you. They beat Rita until they thought she was dead. Hell, her heart stopped in the ambulance and the paramedics thought she was dead for a minute too. But my baby is mad strong, ya dig? They shocked her and brought her back and she’s still alive now, Juicy. She’s in a bad way, but at least she’s still alive.”

  I swallowed hard and braced myself for what I was about to see. I knew Rita needed me right now. And no matter how scared I was there was no way I could justify closing my eyes and running away and not being there for my friend.

  I nodded and sighed. “I’m good,” I whispered to Dutchy. And when Trey held out his big hand again, inviting me to draw strength from him and follow him inside Rita’s room, that’s exactly what I did.

  $$$$$

  I did my best not to freak out when I saw what them mothafuckas had done to my girl, but trust me it was damn near impossible.

  “Oh my God!” I moaned as my heart banged in my chest and my knees buckled. I almost hit the ground. Catching myself, I covered my mouth with one hand and then
leaned heavily on the raised metal railing of the hospital bed as pain wracked through my body. My eyes were full of water as I gazed down at Rita, and then looked over at Dutchy.

  “Oh my God!” I repeated. “What in the hell did they do to her?”

  Rita was totally fucked up. Straight brutalized. Her whole face looked like it had been kicked in by five niggahs wearing spiked metal boots. Her gorgeous brown skin was black and torn. Her eyeballs were the size of two hardboiled eggs, and her upper lids had been taped closed with white hospital tape. There was a fat tube coming out of her mouth, and a skinnier one coming out of her right nostril. Her nose didn’t even look like a nose. It was twisted and pointing way to the side, and it was almost as swollen as her eyes. The rest of her was either wrapped in gauze or in some kind of plaster cast. I wanted to touch her and let her know I was there, but there was no place safe to lay my hand. Even her damn elbows were all wrapped up.

  Trey came over and stood beside me. I was shaking so bad I almost fell into his arms. He held me tight and kept me up on my feet as I cried. I felt Rita’s pain. God knows I felt it in my heart and in my bones, and all I could do was hide my face in his chest as Dutchy broke the situation down for me.

  “I’m sorry you gotta see her like this. I told you they fucked her up, Juicy. She’s holding on, but it ain’t looking all that good. Her doctor said she’s got a slight chance of pulling through but her brain is so swollen that she could come outta this with a lotta mental damage too, nah’mean? Right now they’re watching her real close, and if the swelling gets any worse they’re gonna go ’head and take her in the operating room and open up her skull and give her brain some room to move. Otherwise, she could die for real.”