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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.
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    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