Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (23 page)

“Watching this “Jena 6” shit,” he replied. “White folks about to get back on they bullshit again,” Nancy said sourly. “I’m going to take a quick shower…oh, and don’t forget to wear all black tomorrow for those poor babies,” she said shaking her head at the T.V. as she headed to the master bedroom’s bathroom.

Ali quickly cut the T.V. off and popped in a Jay-z C.D. Ali was quickly snatched out of his zone when he heard Nancy clear her throat. When he looked up he saw Nancy posing in the middle of the bathroom’s doorway.

Nancy stood in the doorway wearing a yellow thong, a sexy yellow bra, and a pair of bright yellow pumps. Her body glowed from all the baby oil she covered herself with. “Hey daddy, you busy,” she asked seductively.

Ali looked on in amazement as he examined Nancy’s body from head to toe. Nancy slowly made her way from the doorway over to the bed; her shapely figure swayed as she walked.

Nancy was walking too slow for Ali. He quickly hopped off the bed and met her halfway.

Nancy threw her arms around Ali’s neck and kissed him passionately. She had been waiting for this moment to come ever since she met Ali. Ali cupped both of Nancy’s chunky ass cheeks in both hands as he began licking and sucking on Nancy’s neck.

Nancy moaned as she felt Ali’s tongue glide up and down her neck. Ali roughly scooped Nancy in the air as they continued to kiss. Nancy smoothly locked her legs around Ali’s waist as he pinned her back up against the wall.

“
Fuck me daddy,” she whispered in his ear as she nibbled on it. “Fuck me daddy,” she begged as she felt her pussy juices about to leak down her inner thighs. “Wait, first I gotta see how that pussy taste,” Ali stated plainly as he laid Nancy down on the bed and removed her soaking wet thong.

When Ali saw Nancy’s pretty pink pussy lips looking at him, he quickly dove in head first.

His expert tongue found her most sensitive spot along her inner thighs causing Nancy’s body to squirm like a snake as he licked and sucked all over her clit. After Ali finished handling his business, he quickly got in between Nancy’s legs and slid right in.

Nancy moaned loudly when she felt the pipe. Ali started off with long slow strokes as he plunged in and out of Nancy’s walls. After about ten minutes of that, Nancy pushed Ali off of her. “What’s wrong baby,” Ali asked confused.

Nancy didn’t speak, she just held his dick in her hand and played with the pre-cum with her thumb before she placed the whole thing in her warm mouth.

Nancy sucked and polished the shit out of Ali’s dick. She rubbed it all over her face as she ran her tongue across his balls and up his shaft, then back in her mouth where she continued to give him head a hundred miles per hour.

Nancy kept sucking until Ali filled her mouth with his fluids. She did her best not to let any escape her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.

To Ali’s amazement Nancy didn’t stop there, she continued to please her fiancé orally until he was ready for round two. Ali watched as Nancy crawled on the bed getting on all fours.

Nancy laid with her face down and her ass poking in the air waiting for the dick. Ali just sat back for a second and looked at Nancy’s fat ass sticking up in the air. He quickly hopped on the bed with her. Ali spread both of her ass cheeks apart as he entered her from behind.

“Ohh shit,” Nancy purred as she buried her face in a pillow as Ali went to work. Ali pounded Nancy’s pussy roughly as he watched her fat ass bounce off his torso with each stroke. He pulled her hair as he continued to pipe her down.

“
Oh yes, this pussy is all yours,” she screamed out from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ali watched Nancy’s ass jiggle all over the place until he couldn’t take it no more and exploded.

Chapter 39

WHEN YOU TRY HARD YOU DIE HARD

“
What’s good, this that new package,” Diesil asked excitedly. “Yeah, I got this from that Spanish cat from uptown only until I find a better connect,” G-money informed him. “It’s about time, shit,” Diesil said happy the block was about to be poppin again.

“
Oh yeah, what’s that I’m hearing, Rell came to the hood the other day,” G-money pressed as he took a long hard drag on his blunt. “This nigga strolled through the hood like he owned the whole shit,” Diesil exclaimed loudly. “He wet up a few of my goons God bless they soul, but me and my man right here strolled through his girl’s funeral and swiss cheesed the whole place, smell me,” Diesil boasted giving G-money a pound. “That’s what I’m talking about. You gotta go hard, it’s crunch time,” G-money said passing the blunt to Diesil. “Go hard or go home, you already know how I do,” Diesil said coolly as he passed G-money back the blunt.

“
Yo I’m out. I’m about to go set shop back up, you dig. I’m a scream at you later,” Diesil said tossing the duffle bag strap over his shoulder as he headed for the door with his main goon, Marcus, in tow. “Come on B, hurry up I gotta go see one of my shorties after this,” Diesil said as he tossed the duffle bag in the trunk, then quickly slid into the driver’s seat of his old school Chevy that was tricked out. “Why you copped this country ass whip,” Marcus asked. “Because I fucks wit the south. That’s where all the money is at,” Diesil replied as he turned his key making the car come to life. “Plies” song “100 years” blasted through the speakers as Diesil pulled out into traffic.

Diesil drove dropping knowledge to Marcus when he spotted flashing lights in his rearview mirror. “Fuck,” Diesil cursed loudly. “Yo, put this in the glove compartment,” he ordered handing Marcus his .45. Marcus quickly tossed the handgun into the glove compartment along with his .357 magnum.

“
Yo just be cool,” Diesil said nervously as he pulled over to the side of the road.

Two red faced officers slowly approached the Chevy cautiously with their pistols already drawn. “Driver slowly step out of the vehicle.” “What seems to be the problem officer,” Diesil yelled out of the driver’s window as he placed his hands on the steering wheel. “Driver slowly step out of the vehicle,” the officer asked again.

“Yo, I’m about to pop off,” Marcus whispered looking at the glove compartment. “Nah chill,” Diesil ordered as he slowly slid out of the driver’s seat with his hands up in surrender. “Slowly hand me your driver’s license,” the officer asked sternly. “Damn, be easy,” Diesil said shooting the officer a look that screamed trouble as he slowly reached for his wallet in his back pocket. Once Diesil got his hand in his back pocket. The other officer screamed out, “HE’S GOT A GUN!”

Both officers immediately opened fire on Diesil riddling his body with bullets. The bullets slightly lifted Diesil off of his feet sending him crashing to the ground smoking.

When Marcus heard the officers’ guns start poppin, he quickly popped open the glove compartment and snatched Diesil’s .45 and let it blast. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.” The officers quickly took cover as the young goon let his cannon bang out. Marcus quickly pulled out his cell phone and called Skip.

Skip sat in the warehouse with G-money counting money and listening to Young Jeezy. “Yo you think Ali gonna stay retired,” Skip asked taking a sip of his yak.

“I don’t know? Ali been in the game for a long ass time,” G-money said downing the shot of liquid fire in one gulp. “Whatever he decides to do, I’m going to support him.” “I guess when I get older I’ll understand,” Skip said wrapping a rubber band over a stack of money. G-money just chuckled. “What’s so funny,” Skip asked. “You just a straight goon, a full blooded goon. The reason I’m laughing is because I’m the same way,” G-money said helping himself to another drink. “I might have to take a little vacation soon.” “Why, what’s up,” G-money asked. “April think I’m cheating on her, so I was thinking about taking her on a little vacation.” “Yeah make sure you take care your home before anything.” “Yeah, I’m probably going to take that trip at the end of the week,” Skip said as he answered his ringing phone.

“Yo, what’s poppin,” he answered. “Yo, the fucking cops just smoked Diesil. Yo son, its crazy! These crooked ass cops got it out for us,” Marcus yelled into the receiver peeking through the shattered windshield. “Slow down. Where you at right now,” Skip asked.

Before Marcus could reply, both of the officers opened fire on the vehicle causing him to drop his cell phone. “Fuck that, I ain’t going out like no chump,” Marcus said to himself as he grabbed his .357 from the glove compartment.

By this time four more police cars had pulled up to the scene. Marcus recited a quick prayer before he made his move. Marcus quickly sprung out of the vehicle with a gun in each hand. Marcus shot one of the officers in the shoulder before the cops silenced him forever.

Skip and G-money listened in on speaker phone as they heard at least seven different guns going off at the same time before the call ended.

“Fuck,” G-money cursed loudly as he buried his head in the palm of his hands. “Not my nigga, Diesil,” he cried out. Skip was also at a loss for words. He just sat there looking blankly at the floor. “Yo, we was just with him,” G-money sobbed still in shock. “Fuck that shit, I’m riding out,” Skip growled as he snatched his dessert eagle from his waistband and checked the magazine, making sure it was full. “It’s on,” G-money said through clenched teeth as he and Skip finished counting the last bit of money before they left.

Chapter 40

HEART OF A LION

Everybody in the gym stopped what they were doing when they saw Spanky walk through the front door with his wife by his side. Freddie stepped out of the restroom and was at a lost of words when he saw Spanky standing in the entrance with his gym bag hung over his shoulder.

“Old man I’m back,” Spanky said with a smile. “I see,” Freddie replied with a stone look on his face. “I’m going to win this fight; no matter what it takes I’m going to do it. Will you help me,” Spanky asked sternly.

Freddie didn’t respond, instead he just stared at Spanky blankly. After one minute of the two staring each other down a warm smile appeared on Freddie’s face as he gave Spanky a big hug. “I’m glad you’re back. We got a lot of work to do and not much time, so lets get to work,” he said leading Spanky over to the training table so he could get his hands wrapped up.

“Later on tonight I got a few more tapes of The Terminator that we have to go over,” Freddie spoke in a matter of fact tone. “No doubt,” Spanky replied. “Thanks for taking me back.” “Don’t mention it kid. I had a lot of time to think about what you had said to me,” Freddie said. “And you were right; you only get a chance like this once in a lifetime, so you better win,” Freddie joked as he hugged Spanky. “I ain’t come this far to lose,” Spanky answered stiffly. “That’s what I like to hear,” Freddie said as he and Spanky headed over to the weight room section.

“Okay for the next two weeks you’re going to have to lift weights, so you can get your strength back in your arms,” Freddie told him.

Spanky started off with the fifteen pound dumb bells. He threw slow punches with a dumb bell in each hand, as Christie sat on the sideline watching to support her man. “Start off light baby, you been gone for a while,” Freddie said taking the fifteen pound dumb bells from Spanky’s hands and replacing them with ten pound dumb bells instead. “You gotta crawl before you walk.”

Spanky worked his ass off for four hours straight. Christie sat on the side with a smile on her face. She was so proud of her husband. She watched his body drip of sweat as he worked the jump rope. Christie knew Spanky wanted to win the title more than anything in the world, and she was going to do everything in her power to comfort and support him. “Go ahead baby,” she cheered from the sideline.

Spanky didn’t respond, he just winked at his wife and continued what he was doing.

Chapter 41

NOT A GOOD FEELING

G-money slid out of the backseat of the black Yukon and was met by eight of his goons waiting by the curb for him. The goons quickly escorted G-money inside the funeral parlor. G-money strolled up in the funeral parlor wearing some dark shades, and an all black Dickie suit. His Dickie pants hug low from the weight of the pistol he concealed on his waist. “I want at least ten mutha fuckas outside to make sure nobody don’t try to shoot this mutha fucka up,” G-money ordered as he made his way towards Diesil’s mother.