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She crawled over to a seesaw and rested her cheek on the painted wood. Her knee throbbed and her stomach felt pressurized, like she needed to take a real big shit. Eva fought the urge, and as the wind screamed all she could think about was getting someplace dry where she could get herself right. She was a young girl but experience had taught her what would happen to her if she went up in one of the regular drug dens to do her thing.

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Like a lot of chicks, she might come out of one of those joints either raped or beaten, if she made it out at all. She gripped the small square of foil in her fist and pressed on. She was alone and afraid, jonesing in the night, and moments later she stood staring up at the windows of building She knew people there. Her girl Sherri from junior high lived on the third floor with her crippled grandmother.

Eva had come up on the streets with Sherri and a real cool dude named Reem Raw, a true friend who would fight any niggah in the street who so much as looked at either one of them wrong. But Reem had moved up to Harlem, and Sherri. She took a step toward the building, but then remembered. Sherri was clean now. Eva moved closer and the curtains fell closed. A shadow retreated from the window and the light went out.

Friendless, Eva glanced around, searching for a spot. She was tempted to take her chances and run up in a project stairwell and get right real quick, but on a night like this there would be more predatory winos and pipe heads on the stairs than there were people living in the apartments. She would probably go into a nod and come out of it dead. A large basketball court was on her right and a parking lot was on her left.

Suddenly she thought of something better. Drunk Nasty- Ass Mister James. Clenching her silver package, she scurried along the side of building She hesitated at the mouth of the ramp that led down to the underground laundrymat and decided to take her chances. Sometimes Drunk Mister James was too lit to lock up on the weekends. Closing time would come and go, and the old man would be off, who the hell knew where, sipping on his cheap wine.

Step by step, terror crept over her. Pitch blackness waited for her at the bottom, and probably a piper and a stray cat or two as well. Another pain seized her and she almost peed right there. She pressed her knees together, feeling hot and nauseous. Like she needed to shit and throw up at the same time. Determined, she moved deeper down the ramp, the wind kicking her in the ass. If she could just get someplace dry, she would be all right.

She lived with pain on the regular. It was the dope sickness that was killing her. A sudden surge of vomit splashed at the back of her throat and Eva flung herself down the ramp. Her jones was riding her bad. Desperation wiped away her fear and she was ready to fight. If something bad was waiting to hurt her at the bottom of the ramp then it better be jonesing harder than she was. She stepped deeper into the darkness and stood before the closed door. Her hand slipped on the wet knob as she twisted it frantically. She was greeted by the smell of bleach and laundry detergent mixed with the moldy aroma of rank old piss.

Drunk Mister James was a lazy ass. She walked into the main room holding her hands out in front of her, willing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. The project laundry was supposed to be used by the residents only, but Eva had been coming over here by herself since she was eight. She used to envy the project kids as she watched them from the fourth- floor window of her raggedy tenement.

They had plenty of heat and hot water over there. And windows that closed all the way in the winter. At the age of eight Eva knew it was either cross the street so Drunk Mister James could sneak her in the storage closet and feel her nubby titties to see how big she was getting, or walk around in dirty clothes every day. The far left wall was lined with fifteen front- loading wash- ers. At a dollar fifty a pop and ten minutes of lukewarm water, they were just another ghetto rip- off. Three large wooden tables stood in the center of the room.

On her right were the clothes dryers. Eva approached a middle dryer and pulled the metal handle on its large Plexiglas door. She stood trembling and wet as she gazed into the giant blackness. Her sickness rose again, and Eva leaned forward. Pain throbbed in her lower back and there was no room in her head for thought or fear. Every fiber in her being needed this.

She climbed into the dryer and settled her small frame between its grooves. The metal was cold against her wet skin. Her teeth chattered as she scooted backward, pushing herself deeper inside. Eva sat cross- legged. She uncurled her fist and gazed at her fearsome package, then reached under her shirt and into her dirty bra. She pulled out the plastic baggie containing her works. Excitement surged through her the moment she held it. Her skin was slick with anticipatory sweat despite her rain- drenched clothes.

She took off her panties, then removed the belt from her skirt and looped it around her bruised upper thigh. Nor did her hunger pangs. Neither did the warm liquid that had begun to seep from between her legs. She took out a spoon and hummed as she flicked her lighter, then cooked and made her preparations. Fast music played in her head and her stomach cramped again. Eva ignored it and held the thing she feared out in front of her. She flicked the tip with her middle finger.

Anticipation had her head spinning. She withdrew the plunger then pressed it back in slowly. Liquid dribbled from the tip. Wrapping one end of the belt around her hand, Eva bit hard on the other end and jerked her head. Drool slid from her mouth and trickled down her chin. She sat there, head bent and gap- legged. Straining against the belt, Eva slapped the crease between her pelvis and her thigh. The sound echoed in the darkness as her body yearned. It was gonna feel sooo good. Her fear was turning into joy, and it was beautiful. The sharp tip glistened silver. She pressed it into her flesh like a pro, piercing a worn vein.

Pure love shot through her. Her skin was on fire and her nipples tingled. Eva pumped the plunger in and out, sending pleasure waves from her vein straight to her brain. She rode those waves until her mouth went slack. The needle fell from her hand and her chin dropped to her chest. She had no idea how long she stayed like that.

Emerging briefly from the fog, just long enough to pick at the pus- filled sores on her arms and legs, and then dive back in again. Music was in her head. In her stupor, she danced.

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She felt happy there. Eva would have loved to stay in her nod forever, but a pain so bone- grinding and graphic moved through her midsection that it blew her high and sent a scream flying from her lips. Eva was gripped in a tide of pain that arched her back and ripped at the soft area between her vagina and ass. She patted her pussy, horrified as a hard mass bulged right there inside of her. The mass was forcing its way out. Eva gripped her thighs and fought with her pelvic muscles. She pushed down three times and screamed into the darkness.

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Four pushes later it was in her hands and she lay back in the dryer, moaning. She could hear it, but she was too scared to look. Minutes later another wave of agony tore through her. Eva cried out and pushed again, then got freaked out by the hot glob of tissue that just seemed to roll out of her. The back of her skirt was saturated and a trail of fluid splattered the floor behind her.

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Shock tried to paralyze her, but her panic was too great. She grabbed a discarded shirt from the table and pushed it between her legs. Where in the hell had this thing been hiding? She was too skinny to hide a damn baby! She touched her stomach.

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She had started her period at thirteen. Jahden had started getting her high and messing with her even before that. Eva held on to the table and took deep breaths, trying hard not to freak out. The soft cries were becoming demanding. The noise was killing her. It sounded like a kitten was in the dryer. The mewing was pitiful and it scared the shit outta Eva and added to her confusion.

What if I just leave it there? She crept back over to the clothes dryer. Her heart was jumping around in her chest and her head was spinning. The crying was louder, making her dizzy, like she wanted to black out. Get the fuck outta here! Eva peered into the clothes dryer. Arms and legs waved in the air as the baby wriggled, naked on the cold metal. It was a boy. She pushed against the dryer door. Seconds later she flung the door open again. Eva reached out for it despite the voices that were screaming out warnings in her head. The baby was slippery in her arms.

Eva wrapped everything in the abandoned towels from the folding table. Drunk Mister James would be opening up at daybreak. Saturday was the busiest day of the week. Plenty of project folks would be lining up to fight over the washing machines, extractors, and dryers. Holding tight to her bundle, Eva stumbled weakly back to the folding tables. She had just lifted up her knee when a wave of exhaustion washed over her that was more draining than anything she had ever felt before. Crying, Eva scooted her weary body onto the table. She curled up with her baby cradled against her chest.

Outside, the rain had stopped but the howling wind still screamed through the project buildings. Just for a quick minute. She was weak and her young muscles felt like jelly. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support?

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And no matter how hard you tried to fight your way out of a trick bag, no matter how tall you tried to walk, did the cold streets of life lead you right back to your grimy destiny? The bestselling author of G-Spot and Candy Licker , Noire pens the intense tale of Eva Patterson, a tragic daughter of the ghetto who finds peril on the streets of New York.

With an abusive mother and a heroin monkey on her back, Eva experiences a series of traumatizing events, forcing her to flee her Brooklyn tenement and seek refuge with her beloved cousin Fiyah in Harlem. Poised on the brink of progress, Eva meets King Brody, a vicious Harlem drug lord who runs Bricks, the hottest rap club in town. A trade-off is arranged: Fiyah gets a recording contract—and Brody gets Eva.

The problem is, Eva already has a man: Ice Mello Williams, a hot Harlem rapper who has a bitter feud going with Fiyah and is determined to seize his recording contract. Torn between the man she loves and a violent kingpin, Eva becomes an unwilling pawn in a deadly game of cat and mouse. Can Fiyah and Mello help her elude the sadistic jaws of Brody, or will she end up losing her life in his brutal trap? Read more Read less. Add all three to Cart Add all three to List.

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But when a series of traumatizing events cause her to flee her Brooklyn tenement and seek refuge with her beloved cousin Fiyah in Harlem, Eva seizes the opportunity to turn her life around and scores a lucrative gig as a model for a top urban wear clothing line. But fate is not done wreaking havoc in Eva's life yet. Just as she is on the brink of progress she meets King Brody, a vicious Harlem drug lord who runs Bricks, the hottest rap club in town.

Unbeknownst to Eva, her cousin Fiyah's thirst for glory on the mic leads him to cut a killer deal with Brody. A trade-off is arranged, and in exchange for his cooperation, Fiyah gets a recording contract--and Brody gets Eva.

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The problem is, Eva already has a man. Ice Mello Williams, is a hot Harlem rapper who has a bitter feud going with Eva's cousin, Fiyah, and is determined to rip his recording contract. Torn between the men she loves, and relentlessly pursued by the violent kingpin Brody, Eva becomes an unwilling pawn in a deadly game of cat and mouse.