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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