Tears of a Hustler 2 (24 page)

“Take that shit the fuck off!” Rell growled as he pressed his p89 against the young worker’s temple.
“Man you must not know who you fucking with,” the young hustler grunted as he removed his chain from around his neck, and handed it to the gunman. “I work for G-money,” the young hustler said proudly.
Rell and Debo busted out laughing. “Nigga shut the fuck up and gimme the mailbox key,” Debo huffed as he searched the young hustler’s pockets, while Rell kept him frozen at gunpoint. Once Debo found the mailbox key, he quickly opened up the mailbox. A smirk danced on his lips as he pulled two big stacks of money from the mailbox, and placed them in his back pocket.
“It’s all good. I’mma see you again,” the young hustler beamed, more out of pride than anything.
“I hope so,” Rell chuckled. “Make sure you tell your boss Rell did this to you,” he said as he popped a shot in each one of the young hustler’s legs.
“Ahwwww shit!” The young hustler screamed out in excruciating pain.
“Enjoy your wheel chair faggot,” Rell laughed out loud as he threw the young hustler’s chain around his neck as he and Debo made their exit, leaving the youngin laid out, leaking in the lobby.
Loco stepped in Ali’s cell and saw him, Skip, and two other goons sitting down, chopping it up.
“My niggaz, what its looking like?” He asked, giving everybody a pound.
“You tell me,” Ali replied as he grabbed his tang container from out of the toilet bowl and took a sip, then placed it back in the toilet bowl to keep in cold.
“Just got back from seeing my lawyer,” Loco paused. “I’m out this bitch in five days,” he said with a smile.
“Congrats my dude,” Ali said as he gave him a pound followed by a hug. “You got a place to stay or you need me to have one of my peoples hook you up?”
“Nah, I’m good. I’mma go stay with my girlfriend Monique,” Loco replied with a sour look on his face.
“You sure that’s cool? You know the two of ya’lldon’t get along,” Skip said, speaking for the first time.
“We’ll be a’ight. Plus, she’ll just be happy that a nigga is home…feel me?” Loco said in a light chuckle.
“Write down your address and I’ll have my man G-money come pick you up from your crib the first day you get home, so he can straighten you out,” Ali said as he slid Loco a blank sheet of paper.
Ashley laid on the bed with her face burried in a pillow and her ass poked up in the air. “Oh daddy, tear this shit up!” She begged as she bit down on her bottom lip and hissed as Gmoney’s dick slid in and out of her wet pussy.
G-money started off with medium speed strokes ashe listened to Ashley moan, and watched her fat ass jiggle and bounce back and forth with each stroke.
“Throw that shit back!” G-money demanded as his strokes started to speed up. Like a good little girl, Ashley did as she was told and threw that ass back, enjoying every stroke.
G-money spread both of Ashley’s ass cheeks apartas he continued to thrust his dick into her hot, sopping wet pussy until his condom was filled with his babies.
G-money laid on the bed butt naked with his hands behind his head think about the good pussy he justreceived, when he heard the phone in the hotel ring. Only Pauleena had the number, so G-money already knew who it was.
“Yeah, what’s up? He answered.
“Get dressed. I’ll be over to pick you up in 45 minutes.” “Where we going?” G-money asked.
“I just called Romelo and he invited us to a party at his house tonight,” Pauleena answered.
“In Syracuse?”
“Nah, he got a crib out in Dade County. Enough with the questions, I’ll be there in 45 minutes,” Pauleena said, ending the conversation.
Rell pulled up in front of the bodega, where about 10 to 12 hoodlums stood.
“Oh shit! I was about to bust ya fucking head,” a big man wearing a hoody growled as he gave Rell a pound.
“I bet you wish it was that easy,” Rell chuckled as he flashed the butt of his p89.
“What you think, you the only one out here packing?” the big man asked.
“The difference is, when they see me, they know I’m gonna bust my shit; while the rest of ya’ll niggazis out here playing show and tell.”
“Show and tell my ass,” Big man shot back as he lifted the Jesus piece off Rell’s chest. “I see you stillout here eating good,” he motioned towards the expensive chain that hung around Rell’s neck.
“Oh this…I got this from one of G-money’s boys,”Rell boasted.
“You and G-money still out here going at it?” Big man asked.
“This ain’t gon stop until one of us is dead!” Rell said, looking over his shoulder. “Some beefs are just everlasting, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Big man said, shaking hishead. “Ya’ll need to dead that shit. Cause you know I’m cool with both of ya’ll, and I don’t want to see either one of ya’llget hurt.”
“This shit ain’t gon never be dead until one of us is dead,” Rell said as he slid a Newport between his lips. “Do me a favor…spread the word that I’m out here looking for G-money. No goons, no soldiers, just me out here by myself.”
“I got you, and I’m going to be praying for theboth of ya’ll,” Big man said as he gave Rell a pound followed by a hug. Pauleena and Malcolm slid out the limo, followed by Gmoney and Eraser Head. “This some a’ight shit right here,” Eraser Head said, looking at the mansion.
“Old nigga getting that cake,” G-money added as the four made their way to the entrance, where a bodyguard scanned each of them down with a hand held metal detector.
Once inside the mansion, Pauleena noticed that Romelo had a club area in his house. She also noticed that the dance floor was packed. Marvin Gaye’s “I Heard it Through the Grapevine” was blasting through the speakers, while Romelo stood in the middle of the dance floor dancing with two chicks.
G-money expected to see an older crowd, but was shocked when he saw that the people who attended the party was his age and younger.
“I’m going to have a word with this nigga. You two try to find something to do,” Pauleena said as she headed over to the middle of the dance floor.
“Yeah, I’mma find something to do alright,” G-money mumbled as his eyes followed the ass on a stripper looking chick. “Yo I’m about to get up in shorty ear like some head phones. I’ll be right back,” G-money told Eraser Head as he excused himself.
“No doubt,” Eraser Head replied as he watched Gmoney’s every move closely.
“One more dance please?” A young woman begged.
“Okay baby, let me take a rest first. You know I’m an old man,” Romelo winked at the young lady, as he and Tango stepped off and took a seat on a near by couch.
“Its some fine ass bitches up in here,” Tangosaid, licking his lips.
“I know. Like this lil nice fine thing coming our way now,” Romelo commented.
“Big man, what’s going on?” Pauleena asked as she walked up on the two men.
“You tell me, good looking.”
Pauleena was about to reply until Romelo cut her off. “No disrespect, but you fine as wine in the summer time,” he said, using one of his old school, mac daddy lines.
“Thanks…I guess,” Pauleena said with a smile. “Since I’m so fine, I hope you give me a good price on this dope.”
“Have a seat,” Romelo said, patting the seat cushion next to him. Once Pauleena sat down, he continued. “If you want me to give you a low price, you gon have to dosomething for me.”
“And what’s that?” Pauleena asked, rolling her eyes and snaking her neck.
Romelo laughed out loud. “Nah, I’m not talking about that,” he laughed some more. “What I meant was, I’ll give you a good price on the dope and you give me a good price on the coke,” he said, signaling for one of his waitressesto bring him a drink.
“I don’t think that would be a problem,” Pauleena replied, shaking her head yes.
“But of course, you know it’s a catch right?” Romelo smiled.
“I’m listening,” Pauleena said in an even tone,as she grabbed a drink from the passing waitresses’ tray.
“You see the thing is this…I only wholesale,” he paused to take a sip from his glass. “But my son, he breaks it down and distributes and supplies the streets. So if I give you a good deal on some dope, I would have to speak to my son and he’ll let me know what area you can sell your dope at. But in return, you gonna have to give him an area where he can move the coke. One hand washes the other.”
“Who’s your son?” Pauleena asked curiously.
“Marvin,” Romelo answered.
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Pauleena said flatly.
“Well my son just walked in. I can introduce you two right now,” Romelo said as he stood and waved his son over.
Marvin walked over with Smitty close on his heels, and a hood rat looking chick bringing up the rear.
“Pop’s, what’s good?” Marvin said as he gave Romelo a pound followed by a hug.
“Have a seat. I got somebody I want you to meet. This here is Pauleena, Pauleena this is my son Marvin,” he introduced the two.
“What’s up?” Marvin said with a nod of acknowledgement, and Pauleena did the same.
“I was just telling Pauleena here that I don’t usually sell weight to hustlers from New York, because I know that’s your playground, but she has something to bring to the table,” Romelo said.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” Marvin asked in a laid back tone.
“In return, she gonna give us a good price on some coke, and give us a nice area where we can pump that.”
“And what we giving in return?” Marvin asked.
“An area for her and her peeps to move the dope,that way nobody steps on anybody elses toes,” Romelo explained.
“Nah, that’s not gonna work,” Marvin stated plainly. “She need us, we don’t need her. Nothing personal, but business is business,” he said as he stood to his feet.
“Its all good,” Pauleena stood to her feet. “You right business is business.”
“I’m sorry about this sweetheart. I wish things could of worked out,” Romelo reached into his jacket. His revolver in its shoulder holster was revealed, but Romelo was going for his handkerchief.
“It’s nothing,” Pauleena replied as she turned her flute up, finishing the last of her drink. When she sat her glass down, she noticed the hood rat chick ice grilling her. “You a’ight?” she checked the hood chick.
“Is you a’ight?” The hood chick shot back taking a step forward.
“What!?” Pauleena barked as she slipped out of her heels. Malcolm quickly jumped in front of Pauleena before she got a chance to get a swing off.
“Come on bitch!” The hood chick said in a defensive stance. “I can’t stand you bubble gum ass bitches.”
“Yo, Moonie chill,” Marvin quickly hushed her.
Seconds later, G-money and Eraser Head walked up. “What’s poppin? Everything good over here?” G-money asked Pauleena, but he had his eyes on Romelo.
“Yeah everything good. Let’s be out before I bust that lil girl’s head up in here,” Pauleena fumed.
“Bitch think she all that,” Moonie raved. “I don’t know why we just don’t pop that bitch and take over her whole shit. Fuck is we being all nice and friendly and shit?”
“She’s not the problem,” Marvin told her. “She got Gmoney backing her up, and that nigga team is a little too strong right now,” Marvin said honestly. “But don’t worry. She’s not going to last long. Chicks like her never do.”
As Pauleena, Malcolm, Eraser Head, and G-money piled in the limo, G-money saw a familiar face heading towards the mansion’s entrance.
The Terminator and Big Rodney entered the mansion and was spotted immediately by Tango. The big man threw his huge arm in the air and waved the champ and his bodyguard over.
“The champ is here!” Romelo yelled out as he gave The Terminator a pound, followed by a hug. “Come have adrink with me,” he said as he handed The Terminator a glass of champagne.
“You know I ain’t supposed to be drinking,” The Terminator said, holding up both palms.
“Oh shit! I forgot you got this big fight in two weeks,” Romelo suddenly remembered. “Should I bet on you?” He asked, trying to feel the champ out.
“Only if you wanna win some money,” The Terminator replied with a confident smile.
“The Bully ain’t no chump though,” Tango added.“His last 10 fights, he won by knockout.”
“That’s because he wasn’t fighting me,” The Terminator retorted. “I also won my last six fights by knockout.”
“I hope you not sleeping on this guy. Because the last real opponent you fought was that kid Spanky a couple of years ago,” Romelo reminded him. “This guy ain’t gon be no walk in the park.”
“Man, the fight ain’t going past six rounds,” The Terminator said confidently. “Skills pay the bills around here. That big diesil motherfucker ain’t got no head movement, his foot work is trash. Trust me; I might not even break a sweat.”
“Well just be careful, because The Bully hits hard as a fucking truck!” Romelo said, helping himself to another drink. “What you doing out in Miami any way?”
“I had a photo shoot to go to out here. I heardyou was having a party, so I said let me swing by real quick.” “Well it’s always great to have you,” Romelo said as he noticed Marvin waving him over. “Excuse me for a second.”
“Nah, I’mma get up with you later. I gotta be out,” The Terminator said as he gave Romelo and Tango a pound.
“A’ight I’ll catch you at The Garden in two weeks,” Romelo yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared through the crowd.

C.O. chuckled as he escorted Loco towards the barbwire fence. “You crackers can kiss my ass,” Loco replied in an even
tone.
“Take it easy out there, my brother!” the red neck said,
making sure he dragged out the brother part.
Loco stuck up his middle finger as he gave his man, Gun
Play a pound, followed by a hug.
“Damn nigga! I been sitting out here for like four hours,”
Gun Play huffed.
“You know how them crackers do,” Loco said as he slid
in the passenger seat of the hooptie. J.R. Writter’s song “Grill
em” blasted from the speakers, as Loco and Gun Play exited the
prison grounds.
“So what’s good? What you been up to?” Loco asked as he rolled
down the window, and inhaled the fresh upstate air.
“Shit, I just got out like two weeks ago myself.” “Word? What you was in for?” Loco asked curiously. “I shot a fair one with a cop,” Gun Play replied nonchalantly.
“Motherfucker got mad cause I fucked him up, and hetook me
in,” he chuckled. “When I got to Rikers, three C.O.’s jumped me
cause that punk ass cop told them I snuck him.”
“That’s od,” Loco chuckled, shaking his head. “What’s
good in the hood, you eating?”
“I be moving a little bud in the hood, that’s about it. You
know I make the majority of my money from juxes,”. “Damn you still out here robbing niggaz?” Loco exhaled. “I gotta do what I gotta do,” Gun Play shrugged his
shoulders.
“Well those days are over. I made a connection while I
was up in the mountains.”
“Word?” Gun Play asked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah, I hooked up with Ali while I was up in that shit
hole.”
“Who, that nigga from Harlem, who fuck with G-money?”
Gun Play asked.
“Yeah, G-money gon swing by the crib later on tonight.
Basically, he got work for us. So I hope ya gun game still on
point?” Loco asked.
“Come on B. what’s my name?”
G-money stepped out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist, admiring himself in the mirror. “Damn
that dude is fine,” he said out loud, speaking about himself in
third person.
“You ain’t all that,” Coco sucked her teeth as she sat on
the bed with her cast leg hanging slightly off the bed. “Don’t hate,” G-money shot back as he popped his“Rick
Ross” CD in the stereo and turned it up.
“Turn that drive-by music down,” Coco huffed. “Oh I see, my boo want some attention,” G-moneysaid
as he made his way over to the bed.
“Don’t come over here playing,” she warned. “Shut up,” G-money said as he pushed her down on the
bed and planted soft kisses on her lips, careful not to lean on
Coco’s cast leg.
“You think you so cute,” Coco whispered as she kissed
him back.
“Thinking is for people who are not sure,” G-money
replied as he pulled one of Coco’s titties from outof her sports
bra, placed it in his mouth, and started sucking on it like he
needed it to live.
“Awe…shit,” Coco called out in pleasure as she removed
her sports bra. “What you doing?” Coco asked, seductively biting
her bottom lip.
“Stop playing and give me my pussy,” G-money
demanded as he slowly pulled her boy shorts down her thighs
and over her cast. Once the boy shorts were past her ankles, Gmoney dove in her pussy face first. He licked and sucked on her
clit, while fingering her at the same time.
Coco clawed at the sheets as she purred out in ecstasy,
as she felt herself releasing her creamy juices. Just as G-money
was about to get his dick sucked, he heard someonebanging on
his front door.
“What the fuck?” G-money huffed as he grabbed his .45
ACP off the nightstand and headed towards the front door.
When he made it downstairs, he cautiously peeked through the
blinds and exhaled when he saw Shorty and Eraser Head. “Fuck ya’ll fools want?” G-money asked, sticking his .45
in the small of his back as he stepped to the sideso the two
men could enter. From the look on Shorty and Eraser Head’s
face G-money knew instantly, that something was wrong. “What
happened?” He asked.
“Shit is ugly out in the streets,” Shorty said, shaking his
head.
“Fuck he talking about?” G-money asked, locking his
gaze on Eraser Head.
“While we was out of town, this chump Rell hit up a few
of our spots and workers,” Eraser Head paused to see Gmoney’s reaction before he continued. “He going around telling
everybody that you pussy and scared to come see him….” Before Eraser Head could finish his sentence, G-money
was already heading upstairs. Ten minutes later, hereappeared
downstairs wearing all black, with his .45 stickingout the side of
his waistband. “Let’s go find this corny nigga and shut his
fucking mouth for good,” G-money steamed as he slid his hands
into his black leather gloves.
“Don’t forget, we gotta swing by Bushwick projects and
scoop up the new soldier Ali recruited,” Eraser Head reminded
him as they headed out the door.
“A’ight we gon pick him up on the way,” G-money replied
as the trio slid in the Lexus truck.
“Yo I’mma go see what this chick talking about and
I’mma get up with you later,” Loco said as he gave Gun Play a
pound and entered the project building. No matter how long a
person is in jail for, some things just don’t change. Loco entered
the elevator and made sure he stepped around the puddle of
yellow piss that sat right in the middle of the floor. Loco counted
the flights as the elevator reached the floor he had requested.
As soon as he stepped off the elevator, he could smell weed
smoke.
“I bet that shit is coming from this chick’s apartment,”
Loco said out loud as he reached the door he was looking for,
and knocked lightly. He heard some feet shuffling behind the
door before a woman’s voice yelled. “Who is it?”
“Man just open the door,” Loco huffed. A second later,
he heard the door unlock.
Monique opened the door with a frown on her face, until
she realized who was standing on the other side. “Oh my God,”
she screamed as she jumped into Loco’s arms, planting kisses all
over his face and neck.
“It took you long enough to open the door,” Loco huffed
as he laid Monique down on the couch.
“I’m sorry baby,” Monique whined as she unzipped
Loco’s pants and took him in her mouth.
“Damn that pussy was good,” Loco said, breathing
heavily as he put his jeans back on.
“Why you putting your pants on for? You not gonstick
around for a while?” Monique asked jokingly.
“Nah, I gotta go get this money,” Loco replied in a
serious tone.
“What?” Monique said the playfulness in her voice gone. “Listen, I would love to stay here with you all night, but
ma I gotta go get this bread.”
“You know what? I don’t even give a fuck do whatever
you want. That’s why I does me, cause niggaz like you never
change,” Monique snapped as she stormed to the bathroom and
slammed the door behind her.
“She’ll get over it,” Loco thought out loud as he heard
someone knocking on the door. “Who is it?”
“The motherfucking mailman,” the voice from theother
side of the door replied. Loco peeked through the peephole and
saw three men who he had never seen before. “What’sup?”
Loco cracked the door.
“You Loco?” A man with braids that came to the middle
of his back, spoke.
“Yeah,” Loco replied quickly.
“I’m G-money,” the man with braids extended his hand. “Oh shit. What’s good my nigga? Ali told me all about
you,” Loco said as he gave G-money and the two other men he
was with, dap.
“Ali told me you was a soldier.”
“All day,” Loco replied.
“Good cause it’s a lot of work that needs to be put in,”
Eraser Head said, speaking for the first time. “Here’s some cash
to get on your feet,” he said, handing Loco a bookbag, which
held $10,000 inside.
“Good looking. I appreciate all the love ya’ll showing me,
but I need a favor,” Loco prodded. “I need ya’ll to put my man
on too.”
“Who’s your man?” G-money asked curiously. “My man, Gun Play,” Loco told them.
“I don’t know your man Gun Play, but if you wantto put
him on that’s on you. I guess you can pay him out of what we
give you, which will be more than enough,” G-moneyexplained. “Okay that’s cool,” Loco replied.
“I hope you ain’t scared to let that thang off,” Eraser
Head said as he handed Loco a 9mm.
Loco arched his brow. “I ain’t never scared. I didn’t get the
name Loco for nothing.”
“You’ll get your chance to show how loco you are. We’ll
be back tomorrow to pick you up,” G-money said and the
conversation was left at that.