Lamont be my government, but Hood be my name. I earned my stripes chilling up in Fat Daddy's joint, a Brownsville barbershop in the belly of Brooklyn. Some called me a street savior...others said I was just another Brownsville boy gone bad. Whatever. I brung it and I took it too. But when it was all said and done, I walked away with a lesson learned in street loyalty: ain't no need in looking over your shoulder in this game. Because your real enemies ain't aiming at your back. They lunging straight for your heart. Ya dig?
Lamont "Hood" Mason is a fearless nineteen-year-old gangsta who was born and raised in the projects of Brooklyn, New York. He was an abandoned child who roamed the cold city streets and fought hard for survival. The only thing constant in his young life was the safety of a Brownsville barbershop owned by a father figure called Fat Daddy.
The barbershop is where Hood comes of age, but cutting hair isn't the only thing Fat Daddy has going on. His daughter, Egypt, is the love of Hood's young life, and the one person whose dreams of a stable future can lead him off the grimy urban corners and out of the hustling life.
But when Fat Daddy gets caught slippin and crosses paths with Xanbar, a notoriously brutal drug kingpin, his vices threaten to bring death down on the family Hood loves. In an effort to protect his own, Hood and his best friend and hustling partner, Dreko, take to the streets on a bloody mission that doesn't go exactly as planned. Hood returns to find his world turned upside down by a wave of sex, violence, and betrayal. No longer the starving kid on the street, he's now a man seeking vengeance and retribution, and he might be forced to choose between bending or breaking as he picks up the shattered pieces of his life, one by one.
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August 07, 2007
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Excerpt from Hood by Noire
I'm a G-E-N-E-R-A-L!
Get it right, I'm the type that'll always prevail!
I'm a G-E-N-E-R-A-L!
The club was packed out and niggas was wildin. In a back room the bass thumped hard, booming through the walls and sending vibrations up through the cold cement floor. Dreko opened his legs wider and watched the white girl as she bobbed her head up and down between his thighs. Her pink lips nibbled along the shaft of his dick as he wound his fingers through her hair, then slid them down to grip her slim neck.
"Stop playin," he growled from deep in his throat. "Suck this shit right and don't be fuckin playin."
The girl giggled and puckered up, pecking his wood with tiny kisses. She took a deep breath and blew on his dick, amazed at the thick black snake she held in her hands.
"Man -- " Dreko squeezed her neck painfully then slammed her face down into his groin. "Suck my fuckin dick! Fuck all them little kisses. Gimme some of that throat."
"Sorry," the white girl whispered. She'd spotted Dreko when he stepped in from the bitter cold with three other guys, and right away her pussy had started throbbing. She had a thing for muscled up, dark chocolate guys with danger in their eyes and this cat had walked up in the joint like he paid the bills.
She took his pretty dick in both hands and stuffed it in her mouth. A lot of cats liked it when she spread her long blond hair over their thighs and teased them with her lips while they watched. She always made sure they got a good look at her smooth, white skin pressed up on their black dicks. It turned them on to see that contrast, feeding those secret fantasies of dominating and fucking the shit out of a white girl.
But this dude seemed cranky and impatient. The way he held her neck in a death grip told her he wanted his head straight up. No frills and no fancy foreplay. Just suck the dick and get the damn nut. She went to work on that shit like it was her day job.
"Yeah," he moaned as she slurped away, taking hi whole dick in her mouth, then spitting it out halfway, before sucking it in again. The white girl worked him over. Her best friend Lauren had been fuckin with club ballers like him for months now, but she was still pretty new to this scene and was looking for a real playa who could offer her some status.
Her family was Italian and they lived over in Canarsie. They hated black people and if her father and brothers knew she was in a club naked on her fifteen-year-old knees with a black man's dick rammed down her throat, they'd kill her ass. They'd have to catch her first, though. She'd run away from home seven times in the last few months and the pull of the streets was enough to make her stay gone forever.
She glanced up as Dreko pounded up into her mouth. His eyes were closed and there was rage mixed in with the hot pleasure on his face. He was a real youngster too. He looked a whole lot younger now than he did when he had stepped through the door looking all good under them club lights. He licked his pretty brown lips as he groaned again and she damn near lost her neck rhythm staring at his fine ass. Young wasn't the fuckin word. He was even younger than her. His goatee was barely more than peach fuzz. He was heavy in the dick though, and his tall, strapping body was all man. He opened his eyes and busted her staring. She picked up her pace and slurped his dick harder, then hummed in the back of her throat, vibrating her tonsils against his sweet, swollen head.
"Faster," he demanded. His hand still gripped her neck, tighter now as he worked anxiously for his nut. She felt his dick straining as he arched his back and pumped into her mouth. She worked double-time. Sucked his muscle deeper. Put every trick she knew into pleasing him as she anticipated how good his big black dick was going to feel pounding inside of her.
She smiled to herself as she felt his body stiffen, then shudder. He was young, she realized. He'd lost his head in less than three minutes and she silently congratulated herself as she felt his warm semen fill her mouth. Holding it on her tongue, she savored his salty flavor.
Above her, he pushed her away then leaned back in the chair. He laid his head back against the wall. "Damn. That muhfuckin shit felt good."
Still smiling inside, she rose and climbed into his lap, straddling his strong legs and rubbing her damp pussy on his still-hard dick. She pressed her lips against his throat then pulled his head forward, covering his mouth with hers. She parted her lips and tongued him down real deep, letting his bitter spurt flow out of her mouth and into his.
"Wha -- " he snatched away, spitting out slime. He wiped his tongue on his sleeve and cursed.
She laughed. "It's a snowball," she explained. "I just gave you a little snowball."
He swung so fast she never saw it coming. Broke her nose with just one punch. The blow sent her flying backward from his lap.