Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (15 page)

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Big Mel pulled into the driveway of the mansion and as always the site of the huge house brought a smile to his face. “When it’s all said and done I’m going to get me a crib just like this,” he told himself. “Don’t worry it won’t be long, this nightmare will be all over soon,” Ali said patting Big Mel on the back as the two hopped out of the vehicle. “Hey come on in guys,” Frankie said welcoming his guests. Frankie was an arrogant fast talking Italian. Ali only dealt with him because of the quality of his product, if it wasn’t for that the two wouldn’t have shit to talk about.

“What’s up Frankie,” Ali said brushing past the Italian man with Big Mel on his heels. “Can I get ya’ll something to drink,” Frankie asked pouring himself a glass of Vodka. “Nah, let’s just get down to business,” Ali stated firmly. “I’m sorry Ali, but I’m not going to be able to continue to do business with you,” Frankie said. “Here we go,” Ali sighed. “Why can’t you do business with me any more? What my money ain’t good,” Ali asked sarcastically. “It’s not that, you know me and you never had any disagreements before,” Frankie commented. “It’s that fucking Detective Nelson; that prick strolled up in here the other day talking about if I sell you a gram of anything he’s going to throw me under the jail.” “It’s all good Frankie, I understand,” Ali said as he and Big Mel stood up and headed for the door. “I’m sorry about this, really I am. I hope it’s no hard feelings,” Frankie said walking his guests to the door. “It’s all good,” Ali said frustrated as he and Big Mel hopped back into their vehicle.

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What do we do now, boss man?” “First we have to find the rat in our crew,” Ali replied blankly staring out of the window. “You think somebody in our crew is snitching,” Big Mel asked curiously. “Of course, how the fuck Detective Nelson know where we cop from? How the fuck did Rell know which apartment was the stash crib? You think he got that information off the internet or something,” Ali chuckled. “You right, I never looked at it like that,” Big Mel said pulling into a Popeye’s drive thru. “So how do you want to handle this?” “We going to smoke him out,” Ali stated plainly. “If it’s one thing I hate more than a faggot, is a fucking snitch.”

“Damn this mutha fucka is good,” Big Mel said out loud looking at his cell phone. “What happened,” Ali asked. “Diesil just sent me an email. Five more of our soldiers just got locked up and two of them were killed by the police,” Big Mel said shaking his head.

“Take me to Detective Nelson’s office now,” Ali ordered from the passenger seat. Detective Nelson had just crossed the line, and Ali had played the nice guy long enough, now it was time to get back on his bullshit.

Ali stormed into the precinct with Big Mel on his heels. “I need to speak to Detective Nelson now. Tell him it’s urgent,” Ali growled to the uniformed officer who sat behind the desk. “Detective Nelson is busy right now, would you like to leave him a message or something,” the officer asked rudely never taking his eyes off of the paperwork in front of him.

“Listen officer, time is money and I don’t waste either one. Now I would appreciate it if you would go back there and tell Detective Nelson somebody out here would like to speak to him,” Ali said with a sharp edge in his voice. “Listen buddy I just told you…”

In one quick motion Ali slapped the papers off of the officer’s desk. “Have you lost your damn mind,” the officer barked as he shot to his feet snatching his night stick from off of his hip as he came from behind his desk ready to get his Rodney King on. The officer quickly thought twice when he saw thirty rough looking black thugs storm into the precinct all dressed in black standing behind Ali.

“Now I’m only going to ask you one more time, go tell Detective Nelson that someone out here wants to see him,” Ali took a step closer tensing his muscles, ready for action. Thirty seconds later all of the officers in the precinct came rushing to see what was going on. “Is everything okay out here,” an older officer asked with his hand on his pistol. “There’s no problem officer. We would just like to have a word with Detective Nelson,” Ali spoke calmly.

“Somebody go get Detective Nelson,” the older officer commanded. Everyone could feel the tension as the two sides had a stare down until Detective Nelson came strolling nonchalantly from the back.

“Somebody looking for me,” Detective Nelson asked sarcastically making his way to the front line with his .357 magnum in his hand. “Yeah, I need to have a word with you alone,” Ali stated looking around at all the officers for extra emphasis. “First get your posse out of here,” Detective Nelson said staring at the sea of black faces.

With a snap of his finger, Big Mel quickly escorted all of the soldiers outside. “That’s more like it,” Detective Nelson chuckled placing his .357 back in it’s holster. “Right this way,” he said leading Ali to his office. “Okay, now how can I help you,” Detective Nelson asked with a wicked grin on his face. “Is this how you want to play it,” Ali asked firmly. “What are you talking about,” Detective Nelson asked faking ignorance. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. We can definitely go body for body if that’s what you want,” Ali threatened. “You don’t have the man power for that and you know it. You made your choice and this is what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you.” “I don’t have the man power,” Ali echoed. “You must not know how we get down in the concrete jungle. Trust me Detective you might want to quit while you’re ahead.” “Listen boy.” He made sure he dragged out the word. “Me and you don’t have shit else to talk about, you hear? You made your bed now sleep, don’t make me out to be the bad guy.” “Yeah you right, we don’t have shit else to talk about,” Ali said calmly as he stood up to leave. “Ali,” Detective Nelson called out. “No hard feelings right?” Ali didn’t answer he just looked Detective Nelson up and down then made his exit. Once Ali was gone Detective Nelson quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed Rell’s number.

“Yo what’s good,” Rell answered. “I just had a confrontation with Ali. I thought you were going to take care of him and that fool G-money?” “Yeah I am, but it’s not that simple. We going to have to keep chipping away, you keep locking up members from his crew and my crew will keep taking out as many of his soldiers until there’s nobody left to protect them.” “Yeah well we’re going to have to speed up this process a little because they have to go,” Detective Nelson said with fire in his voice. “You need to calm down and let your hair down in about three months. Ali and G-money will be done, they don’t even have a spot to get no good work from,” Rell laughed loudly. “Why don’t you come to my party tonight and enjoy yourself.” “I might just do that,” Detective Nelson said ending the conversation.

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I just got an email from G-money; he and Skip are back in town,” Big Mel told Ali. “Good, tell him it’s time to strap up; we going to show this faggot mutha fucka, Detective Nelson, who runs the streets,” Ali stated helping himself to a glass of Gin and juice. “Mr. Goldberg left me a message last night talking about the new restaurant is ready for business.” “Oh word,” Big Mel asked pulling out into traffic. “Yeah, we need to swing by the projects real quick so I can find a few female waitresses and put them on the payroll.”

“Thanksgiving is next week, what you got planned?” “Mel you know we do the same shit every year. The day before we going to give out turkey’s to the whole community then on Thanksgiving day the whole crew is going to have Thanksgiving dinner together.” “We going to have to rent out a different spot because this year we got double the soldiers we had lost year,” Big Mel said keeping his eyes on the road. “That’s what it’s all about; multiplying. There’s strength in numbers, beside we all family and family should spend Thanksgiving together, you dig? We almost got enough businesses up and running to leave this drug shit alone,” Ali said helping himself to another glass of Gin and juice. “Leave it alone and never look back.” “But why leave? The game has been good to us,” Big Mel questioned. “You’re smarter than that Mel. You know this game is set up for us to lose, especially now that Detective Nelson has it out for us,” Ali chuckled. “So you really just going to leave the game just like that?” “Just like that,” Ali said snapping his finger for extra emphasis. You one crazy mutha fucka, Ali.” “No, I’m a smart mutha fucka.” Ali corrected him. Big Mel laughed loudly. “What’s so funny,” Ali asked. “That shit you talking is easier said than done. You know how many brothers said the same shit you just said?” “Those other fools were just talking; I’m going to let my actions do the talking for me like always,” Ali said felling the affect of the Gin and juice.

“Well let me just thank you now for everything you did for me and my family,” Big Mel said as he doubled parked in front of the projects. As soon as Ali stepped foot in the projects all the local thugs, and people who resided there greeted the man who gave so much back to the community.

“What’s good, how’s it looking in here,” Ali asked giving Diesil a pound. “Shit been looking regular ever since we took that hit,” Diesil replied scanning the hood. “Aight, you been switching the stash crib every other day like I told you to?” “Yeah, but the workers been complaining about that.” “Listen, tell those mutha fuckas to keep their mouths shut and do what they get paid to do,” Ali stated plainly. “Mutha fuckas complain about anything.”

“Yo, did my man, Wise, ever come through to see you,” Big Mel asked. “Nah who the fuck is Wise,” Diesil asked dumbfounded. “That’s my man who just came home, he’s a real wild DMX type of nigga,” Big Mel said pulling out his cell phone. He spoke briefly before hanging up. “Yeah he said he’s right around the corner; he’ll be here in five minutes.” “Aight so this guy Wise is suppose to do what exactly,” Diesil asked. “He’s just extra muscle,” Big Mel hissed. Ali quickly pulled Diesil to the side where they spoke in hushed voices. “Yo, I think we gotta snitch in our crew. Have you been noticing anything or anybody doing anything unusual?” “Nah not that I know of, but I will definitely keep an eye open and let you know if I see or hear anything,” Diesil responded. “Aight you do that and stay on point out here,” Ali yelled over his shoulder as him and Big Mel made their exit.

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Diesil sat on the bench just chilling, when he noticed some dark skinned guy with a bald head walking in his direction. “Yo who’s name is Diesil out here,” the bald head man asked looking Diesil up and down. “That’s me, you must be Wise,” Diesil said extending his hand. “My man, Big Mel, told me you could use a little back up out in these projects,” Wise said shaking Diesil’s hand. “Yeah, we had a little situation up in here last week so now the big man is being extra cautious.” “Who’s the big man,” Wise asked curiously. Diesil chuckled. “You mean to tell me Big Mel didn’t tell you who the big man is,” Diesil asked suspiciously. “Nah it must’ve slipped his mind,” Wise said giving Diesil a look that said are you’re going to tell me. “Don’t feel bad, I don’t know who the big man is either,” Diesil said lying with a straight face. “Let me give you a tour around this mutha fucka,” Diesil said changing the subject as he showed Wise the in’s and out’s of the projects.

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Hold up something ain’t right,” Ali said snatching his twin 9mm from it’s holster. The apartment that he used as an office, front door was wide open. “Cover me,” Big Mel said holding his Uzi with two hands as he slowly crept towards the door with caution. “Okay it’s clear.”

As soon as Ali stepped foot inside of his office, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Someone had broke in and trashed the place. His sixty inch T.V. was smashed up, file cabinets were in the middle of the floor along with scattered papers all over the place. “It’s on now,” Ali said to himself as he just stood there looking at his office in disgust. He quickly picked up his throw away phone and made a quick phone call.

Chapter 29

LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED

Rell’s party had brought out all the hustlers in the city ,not to mention all the hoes. The place was packed with wall to wall dealers, strippers, pimps, prostitutes, gold diggers, models, hoes, and most of all the toughest thugs in New York city. “All this is for you,” Rell yelled over the blaring music pointing at the crowd.

“Thanks, I really appreciate this,” Mad Dog said giving Rell a hug. “Well show me how much you appreciate it by keeping ya ass out of jail,” Rell capped handing Mad Dog a bottle of Belve. “Definitely, my main focus is getting this money this time around. I ain’t got time for no bullshit. Oh, but don’t get it twisted, I’ll still bust a nigga’s head in a minute,” Mad Dog chuckled meaning every word he spoke.