Tears of a Hustler 2 (26 page)

“I got you ma,” G-money told her as he and Eraser Head spun around and headed in Rell’s direction.
“Fuck!” Eraser Head yelled. Rell had somehow managed to blend in with the crowd.
“I called the goons, they outside. No way he should get pass them,” G-money said as he and Eraser Head took hurried steps towards the exit.
“Keep your head and eyes open,” Rell said to his shooter as he held on to blue eye’s arm.
“I got you,” the shooter replied as he spit the street razor that he had stashed in the side of his gums, into the palm of his hand.
“Yo go grab the ride. Me and Brittany gon wait right here,” Rell said, tossing his young shooter the keys. “Hurry the fuck up too,” he said, looking over both shoulders.Rell knew that nobody was strapped in Madison Square Garden. That’s why he chose to stay there until his young boy pulled up front. If anybody ran up on him, he could handle a fist fight. As Rell and Brittany stood in the lobby, Rell noticed three suspicious looking guys strolling around the parking lot. Something about the men just screamed trouble.
Loco, Gun Play, and a Y.G. (young gansta) from the hood strolled through the parking lot looking for Rell.
“Yo, what this nigga look like again?” Gun Play asked.
“I don’t know. Eraser Head said money got braids and a royal blue hat on, with mad chains on,” Loco said out loud.
“Man, we ain’t gon never find this nigga!” Gun Play snapped.
“Come on lets go!” Rell said when he saw his shooter pull up front.
“Money right there got on a blue hat, and mad chains,” Gun Play said, pointing at the man and white woman sliding in the Audi. Gun Play thought about popping off, but the two police officers walking around, cancelled that idea.
“These niggaz know better than to try somethingdown here on 34th street,” the shooter said with a smirkas he pulled off with his .45 sitting on his lap. As the Audi pulled off, Rell saw G-money and Eraser Head exit the building. For a split second, the two made eye contact. Each man, giving the other a murderous glare.
“That was that clown right there,” G-money saidas he watched the Audi peel out of the parking lot.
“Come on. If we hurry, we can catch that pussy!”Eraser Head said as the two raced to the car.
The Audi came to a stop directly on the sideof an all black van on a low key block.
“Baby take the car home and I’ll see you later,” Rell told her as he and his shooter exited the Audi and slidin the van. Once inside the van, the two men traded their night clothes for black jeans, black sweat shirts.
“Tonight we going hunting,” Rell said as he loadedhis Mox-berg shotgun with the pistol grip. “You ready to get your feet wet,” he asked, looking at his shooter for a response.
“Only one way to find out,” the youngster said confidently.
“We ain’t gon never find this motherfucker,” Eraser Head said in a lazy drawl, as he cruised down block after block looking for the all black Audi.
G-money jiggled the white foam cup he was holding before taking a sip. “He’s hiding like a little bitch. Fuck it; let’s go hit up the club. I’m tired of looking for this chump,” G-money said dryly.
Eraser Head noticed that G-money hadn’t been himself for the past two weeks. “Yo, you a’ight?” He asked in a concerned tone. “Yeah, I’m good,” G-money answered, showing a weak smile. “I just feel like my man Mitch, from Paid in Full right now. I need to be around some love tonight, smell me?”
“I got you. I know the perfect spot,” Eraser Head said as he made a sudden detour.

Alfonzo stood outside on 31st, between 7th and 8th Ave, in front of club Rebel. He loved working security at the night club cause for one, he got to look at beautiful women all night. And two, he got paid to look at beautiful women all night. Things couldn’t of been going better for Alfonzo, until he saw G-money walking towards the front entrance with five goons behind him.

“Alfonzo, what’s good?” G-money said as he gave the bouncer dap.
“Ain’t nothing good,” Alfonzo said folding his arms. “You know you banned from this club.”
“Banned?” G-money echoed. “Banned for what?”
“Remember a while back, you and a couple of your buddies came in here and almost stomped a guy to death?” Alfonzo said, refreshing G-money’s memory.
“Come on B. That shit happened like a year ago,” Gmoney pointed out.
“Don’t matter how long ago that was, the guy sued the club. So therefore, you and your peoples are banned from this club,” Alfonzo said like it was his club.
G-money sucked his teeth. “Yo nobody asked you all that. You letting us in the club or not?”
“I already told you no!” Alfonzo said way louder than he had to, trying to impress a few chicks who stood in the front of the line.
“A yo fam, what’s really good?” Loco stepped up. “We just want to have a good time tonight. Why you fronting for?”
“Listen new jack,” Alfonzo began. “I don’t even know you, so why are you even talking to me?”
Loco sighed loudly as he turned and snuffed Alfonzo, sending him stumbling back towards the entrance. Before he knew what was going on, Gun Play and two other goons were on the bouncer like a pack of wolves.
G-money and Eraser Head just sat back watching Loco and his goons put it in.
“I like this guy already,” G-money said with a smile.
“Me too,” Eraser Head added as he continued to look on. Seconds later, five big bouncers came running towards the fight, but they quickly came to a halt when Gun Play backed out his .357. “Back the fuck up,” he growled as he waved the cannon back and forth. “We out,” he yelled as Loco and the other two goons all took off running back to their car.
“Be out, there go five-o,” G-money yelled.
Gun Play quickly took off running down the block. Before he bent the cover, he made sure he tossed the burner down a sewer drain.
“Are these men giving you problems?” Four uniform cops asked as they walked up.
“Yeah get them out of here!” Alfonzo growled, pointing at G-money and Eraser Head.
“Okay come on fella’s lets get going,” one of the officers said as he grabbed G-money’s arm.
“Do me a favor…don’t put ya hands on me!” G-money said as he jerked his arm loose.
“Make a move!” The officer snarled getting all up in Gmoney’s face.
“Come on, we out. Fuck these crackers,” Eraser Head said as he pulled G-money away. “They only tough when it’s a lot of them anyway,” he waved the officer’s off.
“Get somebody up here to shoot this bitch up!” G-money ordered.
“I got some goons on their way up here now. They should be close by,” Eraser Head as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. On the forth ring, a deep voice man answered.
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Yo junior, where you at?” Eraser Head asked.
“I’m right around the corner from the club. It’spopping in there?”
“Fat motherfucker at the front door fronting. I need you to send a little message.”
“Say no more I got you,” Junior said as he ended the call.
“It’s done,” Eraser Head said, flipping close his phone.
“Let’s get up outta here before I have to wash somebody up,” (beat them up) G-money huffed as he slid in the passenger side of the Benz. Once inside the vehicle, he grabbed some ice from out of the bag in the back seat and dropped a few cubes in his foam cup, before filling it up with Hennessy.
“Its any left for me?” Eraser Head asked as he slid behind the wheel.
“Yeah its cups and ice in the back,” G-money told him.
Eraser Head fixed him a quick drink, then pulledout into traffic.
A block away, Rell sat in the all black van, along with his young soldier. “You ready to do this?”
The young shooter placed his Mac 11 on his lap and nodded his head yes.
“Lets ride out,” Rell said from behind his ski mask.
The young shooter rolled his ski mask over his face, then pulled out into the street.
“I’mma go see Ali tomorrow,” G-money said, staring blankly out the window.
“Word? You sure them crackers gon be cool with that?”
“Yeah, Mr. Goldberg said everything is cool.”
“That’s what’s up,” Eraser Head said as he madea left at the light. “Tell that nigga I said what up.”
G-money nodded and sipped some more. “I got you.”
“I gotta give it to him,” Eraser Head began. “He been down for a minute and never said a word.”
“That’s what real niggaz do,” G-money said as he noticed two PYT’s (pretty young things) strolling down the block. “Yo pull over!”
The two ladies took a few steps away from the curb when they saw the Benz come to a sharp stop. “Damn, what the fuck?” A girl wearing a short jean skirt barked.
“My bad ma,” G-money apologized as he grabbed his .45 from under the seat and tucked it in the small of his back, as he slid out the passenger seat. “Where the party at ladies?”
“We was on our way to Rebels,” Jean skirt announced.
“Nah, we just came from there. Ain’t nothing happening over there,” G-money said as he leaned up against a parked car.
“You sure?” Jean skirt asked, flashing a smile.
“Its dead over there,” Eraser Head said, addinghimself into the conversation. “So what’s good? Ya’ll got names?”
“I’m Nicole,” Jean skirt said, pointing to herself. “And this here is my girl Trice.”
“I’m E and this is my man G-money,” Eraser Headsaid, introducing the two.
“Yeah, this the club right here. Pull up at the end of the block,” Junior ordered as he loaded his Desert Eagle. Once the driver pulled up at the end of the block, Junior slid out of the passenger seat with his gun hanging by his side. Hecounted to three in his mind before he raised his gun in the club’s direction, and let off eight shots in rapid succession. As soon as the shots finished ringing out, Junior hopped back in the vehicle, not caring who he hit or if he had hit anybody at all. Once Junior was back in the vehicle, the driver quickly pulled off.
G-money sat leaning against the parked car talking to Nicole, when he heard some shots go off. From the sound of the shots, he could tell that the shots came from a fewblocks away. Immediately, he looked over at Eraser Head and flashed a smirk.
“There them motherfuckers go right there,” Rell said out loud as he rolled down his window, and aimed his shot gun at his target. Once the van got close enough, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
As soon as the thunderous shot went off, G-money quickly tried to duck behind the parked car that he was leaning on, but he was a little too slow. Two pellets, fromthe shotgun, landed in the top part of his shoulder and collar bone. He quickly dropped down to the ground, pulling Nicole down with him.
“Yo ma, get down!” Eraser Head yelled as he grabbed Trice down behind the parked car, next to the one G-money and Nicole was hiding behind. He quickly pulled his 9mm from his waistband. “Yo, G, you a’ight?”
“I’m good!” G-money yelled back as he felt his warm blood running down his arm. “Ya’ll niggaz wanna play?” He said out loud as he snatched his .45 from the small of his back with his good arm.
Rell hopped out the van and aimed his shot gun at the parked car that G-money stood behind, and pulled the trigger.
G-money and Nicole squatted behind the parked car as broken glass rained on top of their heads.
Rell and his young shooter slowly inched towardsthe parked car.
Once G-money heard the foot steps getting closer, he reached his arm over the hood of the car and let off three shots. Once those three shots went off, all hell broke loose. Eraser Head quickly sprung from behind his hiding spot and began popping shots at the gunmen. When the young shooter saw Eraser Head spring up from behind the car, he aimed his Mac 11 at the man and pulled the trigger.
Once the machine gun went off, G-money quickly sprinted from behind the car, crouched over, letting his .45 bark. One of his bullets found a home in Rell’s upper thigh, causing him to stumble backwards and lean up against the van for support.
When the young shooter saw G-money make his move, he swept his arm in G-money’s direction and pulledthe trigger. Two of the bullets from the Mac 11 ripped through the back of G-money’s leg, dropping him in the middle of the street.
G-money hit the ground and looked up and saw Rell standing in the line of fire. Instantly, he raised his .45 and let off six shots in rapid succession. One of the bullets landed in Rell’s neck, while the other five found homes in his chest, killing him instantly.
The young shooter looked over and saw Rell laid out in the middle of the street. Before he could turn his focus back on the target, a bullet ripped through his shoulder, causing him to drop his Mac 11. Not knowing what else to do, the young shooter sprinted down the street clutching his shoulder. Eraser Head quickly reloaded his 9mm and beganchasing the young shooter up the block.
“Fuck!” G-money cursed loudly as he laid in the middle of the street in a pool of his own blood. He wincedin pain as he reached down in his pocket with his good arm, and pulled out a broken up blunt and lighter. “What a motherfucking day,” he chuckled as he threw a piece of the blunt in his mouth and put fire to the end of it. He laid on the ground for about 45 seconds puffing on the blunt, until he heard a car come to a screeching stop and a familiar voice. “G-money is that you?” Carl asked as he rushed over to G-money’s side.
“Some corny nigga got the drop on me,” G-money said, flashing a weak smile.
“We gotta get you to a hospital!” Carl said as he lifted Gmoney’s upper body into the car. G-money screamed in pain when Carl put his legs in the car.
“Sorry for getting blood on your seats,” G-money apologized. “I’mma cop you a new whip when this shit is over.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Carl replied in a neutral tone.
“Yo, you got a phone on you?”
“Nah, I left my shit in the crib,” Carl said ina shaky voice.
“Damn I wanted to call Coco and let her know what’s going on,” G-money said in obvious pain.
“I’ll call her for you when we get to the hospital,” Carl told him.
“Good looking my nigga,” G-money said as he closed his eyes and tried to relax as Lil Wayne’s song “Misunderstood” pumped through the speakers. Five minutes later, G-money opened his eyes to the sound of Carl’s cell phone ringing.
“I thought you left your jack (phone) in the crib?” Gmoney asked suspiciously.
“Nah, this phone is pre-paid and it only got like one minute on it,” Carl stuttered.
“Where the fuck we at?”
“We here right now,” Carl said as he pulled in a dark alley.
G-money laughed out loud. “Youz a real bitch assnigga,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“No, I’m a real O.G.” Carl said as he pulled out his .357 and aimed it at G-money’s head. “You and ya boys been running around all wild and shit. I asked you a thousand times to just ask them to move from in front of my building with that bullshit, but I guess a hard head makes a soft ass.”
“I could of twisted ya shit back in the lobby thatday.”
“That’s the difference between ya’ll young niggaz and a real O.G. We don’t play,” Carl snarled.
“So do what you gotta do then,” G-money said, flashing his trademark smile. The last thing G-money saw was the muzzle on the .357 flash.
“Punk motherfucker!” Carl said as he slid out the vehicle, threw his hoody over his head, and headed down the block like nothing happen.
After chasing the young soldier five blocks, Eraser Head gave up. He quickly tossed his 9mm in the trash can, then headed in a totally different direction. Eraser Head made it about a half a block, when a Lincoln pulled up on the side of him. “Fuck!” He cursed as he kept on walking straight thinking it was the police riding up on him. A woman’s voice caused him to stop and look. He breathed easy when he saw Nicole and Trice in the back seat of the cab. “Get in!” Trice yelled.
Eraser Head quickly slid in the back seat with the ladies as the cab driver quickly pulled off.
“I gotta go back and get my man!” Eraser Head said.
“Someone picked him up already,” Trice told him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah some guy with a baby afro dragged him in his car,” Nicole said, confirming the story.
“A’ight bet,” Eraser Head said, feeling a little better inside. Before the cab driver dropped the ladies off, Eraser Head and Trice traded numbers. “I’mma call you probably tomorrow a’ight?”
“I’ll be waiting,” Trice replied flirtatiously as she and Nicole headed towards their building. Once the ladies were gone, Eraser Head gave the cab driver directions to Pauleena’s house. On the ride, Eraser Head pulled out his phone and made a quick call.
Shorty stood in front of a building in the projects poppin shit with about six to eight other soldiers. “Yo what’s good? Ya mom’s cooked tonight?” He asked one of the soldiers. “You tryna be funny, you little ugly motherfucker?” The soldier shot back as all the men around them fell out laughing.
“What? You know me and ya mom’s go way back,” Shorty laughed as he answered his vibrating boost phone. “What’s the deal?” He answered.
Grab all the soldiers you can find and strap up. G-money just got shot. I’mma meet you at the spot in an hour,” Eraser Head said, ending the call.
“Yo tell ya mom’s she better have my slippers waiting at the door for me when I get home,” the soldier continued as soon as Shorty got off the phone.
“Its on, G-money just got hit. Round up all thegoons and have ‘em meet me at the spot in an hour,” Shorty ordered as he and three soldiers jogged to his car and peeled off.
Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley sat across the street in an unmarked car, watching Shorty’s every move. “I think we got something good!” Detective Nelson said excitedly as he watched Shorty and three of his soldiers jog to the car and pull off into traffic.
“I hope so, cause I’m tired of following this piece of shit around all fucking day,” Detective Bradley huffed.
Shorty reached the stash crib and double parked on the corner, as he and the soldiers headed upstairs. Twenty minutes later, the detectives noticed six cars pull up in front of the same building.
“I told you something big was going down tonight,” Detective Nelson said with a smile as he watched the men head in the same building. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and called for back up.
“We about to go push these niggaz shit back!” Shorty said, holding a double barrel shotgun. Each man in the apartment was armed with more than one gun.
“Yo, I just got word back that it was Rell and his peoples,” a soldier announced, reading a text message out loud.
“Fuck that! We going hunting,” Shorty said out loud as he and all the soldiers exited the apartment. Once outside, each man hopped in the vehicle he came in. Before Shorty could switch the gear from park to drive, a cop car came to a screeching stop directly in front of his car. Seconds later, flashing lights were everywhere.