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on her knees and flailed her handcuffed arm back and forth. The hard metal bit painfully into her bony wrist as she tried her best to either slide her hand through the small circle or pull her whole damn arm outta socket. But the hole was too small. It was way too narrow to get her fist through. The tender skin at the base of her thumb tore and split, and she felt the warmth of her own blood as it trickled down her arm.
    I’m having a fucking nightmare , Nooni told herself. She looked around in a panic as her eyes adjusted to the dim room and her heart sank down to her toes. This just had to be a nightmare! The kind that just kept playing over and over again on rewind and wouldn’t let you go. Twice she had escaped from the G-Spot. And twice those fuckin’ maniacs had caught her and dragged her right back through these haunted doors.
    It was crazy . Everything about her life was crazy. She cursed the day she’d shook her ass with Truth up in T.C.’s Place and allowed him to introduce her to this madness she was living. And even though Truth had really loved her and he had died trying to set her free, she hated that she had ever loved him enough to step foot through the doors of the G-Spot Social Club.
    Nooni thought about her sisters and the hardbody crew of street niggahs who had bust up in the house blasting tools, and she cried even harder. Who the hell were those dudes and why did they want to bring her back to the G-Spot so damn bad? It was all so confusing. One minute she was trembling in her sister’s bed as her body cried out for drugs, and the next thing she knew there had been a crew of thugs standing over her waving gats, barking in her face, and kicking her mothafuckin’ ass.
    They had dragged her outta the bed, and Nooni had balled herself up in a tiny knot as mad fists got to swinging and crazy boots got to stomping her everywhere. Every damn body in the house took a beat down, but her sister Rita had gotten it the worst, and Nooni cringed as she remembered Rita’s loud and pitiful wails.
    And then there had been the horrible sounds of gunshots. She didn’t even know how many, because her mind had gone totally blank after the first few. But what the hell had happened to Rita and Chub? To Charlize and Lucie? A moan of stark terror pushed its way up from Nooni’s throat. Trapped down in this funky-ass dungeon, was her whole family dead and she the only one still alive?
    “Please!” the terrified young girl whimpered, begging Ace from her knees. She knew he was Salida’s man but right about now she just didn’t give a fuck. “I need me a lil something,” Nooni begged him. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll suck your dick, or you can fuck me in the ass, just don’t chain me up down here. Please . . . unlock this thing. I swear I’ll do anything!”
    Ace backed off the mattress and stood over her as he shook his head and frowned. He had absolutely no desire to fuck Nooni, and he damn sure didn’t want her suckin’ his dick. Nooni was a fiend and she’d fallen way off. She had sores all over her chin, and her teeth were black and rotten, like they would crumble into pieces if she bit down on anything too hard.
    “You goddamn right you gonna do anything,” Ace told her. “You gonna do anything and every goddamn thing I tell your ass to do. Believe that.”
    The door opened upstairs and they heard the sound of footsteps. Ace and Nooni both looked toward the stairs at the same time.
    “Is somebody down there crying?” called a sweet, feminine voice.
    It was Salida.
    Nooni’s face lit up and Ace’s did too. 
    They waited in silence as a pair of slender ankles perched in elegant red high-heeled shoes appeared on the steps. She stepped down and they saw her slender calves and knees, and after one more step the flaming red skirt that sensuously hugged her hips and thighs came into view.
    “Abraham!” Salida exclaimed, standing on the last step with her hand perched on her hip. She