Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (17 page)

Meanwhile Nancy sat down with Coco and Christie enjoying some fried chicken, yellow rice, and some macaroni and cheese. “Damn this shit is delicious. Who cooked this shit,” Coco asked. “Ali hired a chef to cook all this food,” Nancy answered stuffing her face. “I think this is the best food I ever tasted,” Coco stated as she helped herself to another plate. “Girl how’s everything going with G-money,” Christie asked sipping on a glass of homemade lemonade. “Not good. His first court date is tomorrow, so I’ll know a little more when I speak to his lawyer tomorrow,” Coco said hoping everything would be okay. “You know I’m going to be praying for you,” Nancy said trying to comfort her best friend.

“Oh shit, is that Dave right there,” Coco asked looking towards the entrance. “You better stop playing like that,” Nancy chuckled thinking her best friend was just joking around. “Nah, I’m serious…look,” Coco said pointing towards the entrance. By the time Nancy looked up, it was too late because Dave was already heading in their direction.

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What, you thought you could hide forever,” Dave asked helping himself to a seat. “Dave why don’t you do us all a favor and leave,” Coco snarled rolling her eyes. “Bitch mind ya mutha fucking business,” he warned. “I’m here to get my family back.” “Family,” Nancy echoed. “Nigga, you must’ve lost your rabbit ass mind.” “Listen, watch your mouth before you have blood in it,” Dave threatened. “Now listen, shit is going to be different this time around,” he said pulling out a huge wad of cash. “Together we can do big things.” “Like what, rob a liquor store,” Coco said sarcastically. “I ain’t going to tell you again, mind ya business.” The look in his eyes screamed trouble. “I’m sorry Dave, but you’re a little too late. I have a new man now.” “A real man,” Coco cut in again. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way you’re coming with me,” Dave said getting loud, revealing his ignorance. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Nancy said in a matter of fact tone. “Bitch who you talking to like that?” Dave shot to his feet and viciously grabbed Nancy’s arm. “Take your hands off of me,” Nancy demanded as she tried to pull away. “Get off of her Dave,” Coco screamed as she jumped on Dave’s back, and started choking him so that he would let Nancy go. “Get the fuck off me bitch,” Dave barked as he viciously flung Coco over his shoulder, and slammed her to the floor causing her body to make a loud slapping sound against the floor.

Dave quickly turned and tried to grab Nancy again, but Ali’s right haymaker hit him dead in his face, causing Dave to stumble backwards. Dave quickly regrouped and threw his hands up, but it was no use. Fists came flying from every direction until Dave laid in the middle of the floor knocked out cold.

“You alright baby,” Ali asked Nancy as he helped Coco back to her feet. “Yeah, I’m fine; that was just my old boyfriend,” Nancy said feeling embarrassed. “Oh thather s him right there,” Ali growled. All he could think about was the stories he heard about with Dave beating and torturing Nancy, along with a whole bunch of other bad things that he had done to her. With that last thought Ali snapped, even though there were at least twenty goons still stomping, and kicking Dave’s unconscious body.

Ali quickly shoved everybody out of the way as he snatched one of his Berettas from his holster and knelt down. “You fucking scum bag,” he growled as he proceeded to rearrange Dave’s face with the handgun. Ali pounded Dave’s face in with his gun until he was sure every bone in his face was broken, to go along with the teeth he had knocked out.

When Ali slid his Beretta back into it’s holster, everyone was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Get this piece of shit out of my presence,” he ordered as he went and helped himself to a drink. Five minute later the music was playing again, and everyone carried on like nothing ever happened.

Big Mel and a few goons carried Dave’s lifeless body outside where they tossed it into the trunk of one of the goon’s car and slammed it shut. “Weak ass nigga,” Big Mel chuckled as he and the goons headed back inside.

Once Rell saw them carry Dave’s body out it was on. “Lets make this happen,” he ordered as he slid open the side door of the van as it cruised down the block five miles per hour. As soon as the van made it in front of the place, Rell and his crew opened fire. Immediately everybody hit the ground when they heard the shots ringing out, followed by the sound of shattering glass.

“Get down,” Ali yelled as he helped Nancy to the ground safely so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. Once the shots finished ringing out, people slowly started to make their way back to their feet, when out of nowhere a mini van came crashing through the front door running over anybody that was in its way. Once the van came to a complete stop, six masked men, holding some kind of machine gun jumped out the back of the van. Without hesitation, the gun men opened fire on whoever was closest to them.

Skip quickly snatched his .40 cal from the small of his back, and sent four hallow point bullets through one of the gunmen’s chest. “Don’t move,” Ali ordered as he sprung from behind the table snatching his twin Beretta’s from their holster. With a murderous look in his eyes Ali riddled, and rocked one of the gunmen full of bullets, leaving his chest smoking and full of holes. When Big Mel saw Ali jump into the gunfight, he quickly pulled out his Uzi and made his way to where Ali stood. His job was to protect him and that’s what he planned on doing, even if it meant losing his own life. In the middle of the shootout one of the gunmen noticed Butch just sitting there in his wheelchair. Without a trace of emotion, the gunman pointed his weapon at Butch and pulled the trigger. Butch’s body jerked and twisted like he was trying to brake dance, as he laid slumped over in his wheelchair.

Diesil, Wise, and the rest of the crew opened fire on the rest of the gunmen and van, moving closer with every shot. The remaining last two gunmen quickly threw some reckless shots over their shoulders, and tried to make their exit on foot. Without hesitation Skip, Diesil, and a few other soldiers quickly chased after the two gunmen.

Tears ran freely down Nancy’s face when she realized what just happened. There were dead bodies everywhere; the pretty outfit she wore was now covered in blood. Even the D.J. had a bullet hole in his head. All the hard work Coco had done decorating had all been for nothing, and all that was left was carnage.

“You three get up,” Ali said looking at Nancy, Coco, and Christie. “Yo Big Mel get these three to my crib safely,” he ordered as he checked out the rest of the guests. Ali couldn’t believe what just went down. Rell and Detective Nelson had really crossed the line this time. Minutes later Ali heard a sound he was too familiar with – sirens. One of Ali’s soldiers quickly took each man’s weapon and placed it into a duffle bag, then smoothly disappeared out the back door.

“What the hell happened up in here,” Detective Nelson questioned with an evil smirk on his face. “Things didn’t have to be like this; all you had to do was cooperate.” Ali didn’t respond, he just stared at the detective coldly. “Oh yeah, by the way I got your little note.” “It won’t be the last one,” Ali growled through clenched teeth. “Was that a threat?” “No, a promise,” Ali snarled. “All this can end today by just breaking me off forty percent, and I’ll call off the wolves.” “Kiss my ass. You’ll never see another dime of my money, but you will be seeing more bloodshed…that’s a promise,” Ali said as he brushed past the detective. “Surrender Ali, your fighting a war you can’t win,” Detective Nelson yelled out. Ali didn’t respond, he just hopped into his new Aston Martin convertible and headed home.

“Where’s Big Mel,” Ali asked as soon as he stepped foot into his house.
“I don’t know, he dropped us off and headed right back out the door,” Nancy answered her face still full of tears. As soon as Ali looked at Nancy, Coco, and Christie all sitting down looking scared and hurt his heart melted. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened back there. I promise I will never put anyone of you in harms way again,” he told them as he quickly reloaded his twin 9mm’s. “This fucking cop is trying to bring me down. The same crooked mutha fucka that locked up G-money. But I already spoke to Mr. Goldberg; he’s trying to pull some strings, so hopefully G-money can be released at the end of the week.” “I hope so,” Coco rattled wishing the nightmare she was living would soon be over. “Everything is going to be alright. We’re going to see what happen in court tomorrow.”

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Meanwhile back in Detective Nelson’s office he sat at his desk filling out paperwork, when Big Mel came busting into his office. By the look on the big man’s face Detective Nelson could tell he was smoking mad. “What the fuck is wrong with you,is wrongex Big Mel barked. “What are you talking about,” Detective Nelson said faking ignorance. “You could of gave me the heads up about the baby shower today, I damn near got my head blown off”, Big Mel laughed. “If I would’ve given you a heads up, then when it went down you wouldn’t have been surprised.”

Big Mel let those last words sink in before he spoke. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, but next time try to give me a smoke signal or something.” Detective Nelson chuckled as he handed Big Mel a brown paper bag full of cash. “What’s this for?” “That’s for the baby shower information, helping me lock up G-money, and leading me to Frankie. Keep up the good work and there’ll be plenty more where that came from. Oh I almost forgot,” Detective Nelson said pulling out another paper bag, but it was half the size of the first one. “Tell your partner, Wise, to keep up the good work also.” “Will do,” Big Mel said accepting the money. “Yo, next we’re going to have to meet in a different location because I can’t be seen coming in and out of this precinct, especially if I’m not in cuffs, you dig?” “I can dig it brother,” Detective Nelson said disrespecting Big Mel right in his face. Only Big Mel wasn’t smart enough to catch that last comment.

Big Mel quickly made his exit, and as soon as Big Mel got behind the wheel he felt like a piece of shit. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and very unnecessary because Ali paid him more than enough money. He was just being greedy. “Fuck that, I got my own plans,” he said out loud.

The truth of the matter was, Big Mel wanted to be the man. He was tired of taking orders from Ali, and risking his life for him. So by setting Ali up, Big Mel could just take over the empire and run it however he felt like it.

“Yo, where the fuck was you at,” Ali asked suspiciously. “I went back to the spot looking for you,” Big Mel lied. “Yo, whoever did this is dead,” he should’ve gotten an Oscar for the performance he was putting on. “It was Detective Nelson, and that faggot Rell,” Ali huffed. “I say we just go to Rell’s hood and body that nigga.” “Sounds good, but we have to be a little smarter now. The odds are stacked against us. Rell has the money and the soldiers now, and Detective Nelson; so in order to get at him we’re going to have to smoke him out,” Ali stated harshly. “Oh, but don’t get it twisted. We’re going to definitely get at all of them mutha fuckas.” “How are the girls holding up?” Big Mel changed the subject. “They cool; they’re in the back laying down. You know chicks ain’t used to being around shit like that, you dig?” “I can dig it.” “Yo I’m a go lay down myself B. This day’s over with so I can worry about tomorrow,” Ali said as he disappeared in the master bedroom.

ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME

Ali and the rest of the crew sat in the courtroom patiently waiting for them to call G-money’s name. Seconds later, everyone’s head turned when they heard Detective Nelson’s hard bottom shoes clicking and clacking, as he made his entrance. “I can’t stand this faggot,” Ali said to himself shaking his head in disgust.

When G-money walked into the courtroom, he gave a head nod to all of his supporters as he stood next to Mr. Goldberg. Mr. Goldberg and the District Attorney went back and forth for about seven minutes only for the judge to remand G-money. G-money quickly had a word with Mr. Goldberg before he went back into the bullpen.

Ali and the rest of the crew stood outside, patiently awaiting Mr. Goldberg. “What’s the word on G-money,” one soldier yelled out when he saw Mr. Goldberg walk out the court house.

“Ali, can I have a word with you,” Mr. Goldberg asked as he and Ali stepped to the side. “What’s good, tell me something good,” Ali said looking at Mr. Goldberg for a comment. “G-money told me to tell you somebody on the team is snitching.” “Yeah I figured that. He didn’t say who he thought it was,” Ali asked rubbing his chin. “No, but he said it’s somebody close who knows everything.” “Aight, tell him I’m going to do a little investigation and get down to the bottom of this. Tell him not to worry, we’re going to have him out of there soon,” Ali said with a frown.

“He also told me to tell you to start doing shit on your own. He said it might be a little risky, but at least you know you won’t snitch on yourself. But personally I think you should take a break for a minute. Maybe go on a little vacation until things cool off a little,” Mr. Goldberg said sincerely. “I’ll think about it,” Ali said as he hugged Mr. Goldberg. “Meet me on 141
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Ave at eleven p.m.” He whispered in his lawyer’s ear. “Will do,” Mr. Goldberg retorted as he walked off swiftly.