Trap 23 (Dark Romance): Trap 23, #2

By Harvey L. Frierson Jr.

Dominique has only ever wanted fame and wealth, and Gutta has given her that. The only problem is, Gutta isn't one to be betrayed. With a string of lovers in her wake, and the last lover being a married man, Dominique wants to take over the traps with Mike.

But that's for Gutta to decide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BX MEDIA LLC
• Release date: Feb 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215661871

Harvey L. Frierson Jr.

Harvey L. Frierson Jr. a long time song writer of Hip Hop music classics now writes Hip Hop stories for Film and Television.

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Prologue

Sam stood over me, a sick grin plastered on his ugly face. His eyes were filled with joy at the sight of my bleeding body. They say when you're about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. I guess that was about to happen to me as I lay on the floor, bleeding. One second, I was a healthy, black woman pointing a gun at another man. And the next, I was dying on the dirty floor in an apartment on the streets of Harlem.

Y'all thought you was gonna mess with Gutta? Well, see, I got bad news for all of you. Don't fuck with certain people, especially people like Gutta. The last thing you want to do is lie or fuck around with him. Y'all got what was coming for you motherfuckers! Rest in pieces, bitch! Sam said.

I try to say something, but the words don't come out. He turned around and left the room, covered in bodies and blood. I blinked, gargling blood, unable to move. Was this it? The end? Would this be the end for me today? My thought went somewhere else, Mike. He was probably dead by now, lying lifeless in the sitting room. Brian was already dead too. There's no way he could have survived what had happened. I heard one more gunshot, the door opening, and distinct voices before my eyes shuttered close.

At some point before Sam, I was Gutta's mole. I was the one who told him everything he wanted to know. And yet, he sent his man here to end me? Had he forgotten my role so soon?

I know what you're thinking. How did I get into this situation? How did all this start? Why is my body lying on the ground, bleeding profusely? Well, I'm about to tell you my story. I'm about to share the story of how I ended up here.

I GREW UP IN POLO GROUNDS Projects, with a perfect view of Yankee stadium. I never knew my father. But I knew who my bitch of a mother was. She was ruthless in her doings, and as much as I hated her, I wanted to be just like her, fierce, seductive, but unforgiving. She was the kind of woman you did not want to mess with. We had issues, lots and lots of it. As I grew older, my mother assumed I would want to run her illegal brothel after she retired. I was anything but a whore, a slimy, little whore. I was much more than that, much more than just being my mother's budding heir. I wasn't going to be slept with for a paltry sum. I wanted big. And if I wanted big, I had to go big as well. And so, I left home at a young age. I knew I was breaking my mother's hardened heart by leaving. But I needed to. I was a bird that needed space to grow and fly, but with good nurturing. I wanted to make something different for myself, and I think I did.

I didn't want to continue with school after high school, so I worked