Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (26 page)

Knowledge sat behind the wheel looking on in amazement, wondering where the shots came from when suddenly his windshield exploded in a spray of glass. Knowledge quickly ducked his head and stomped on the gas, as bullets assaulted his vehicle.

When Rell heard the shots go off he quickly turned and looked at Debo. The look Rell gave him said it all. Debo quickly snatched his twin .45’s out and headed downstairs to see what the problem was.

Rell continued stuffing stacks of money into his duffle bag like nothing had ever happened. Once he was done he met Debo in the lobby. “What happened?”

“Four of G-money’s people hopped out a car with baseball bats,” Debo chuckled.

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Baseball bats,” Rell said his face turning into a frown. “What this nigga think this is the eighties?” Debo chuckled before he continued, “Don’t worry the gunman on the roof took care of those clowns.” “That’s what he gets paid to do,” Rell commented as he and Debo made their exit through the back door.

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What you doing out there fighting in the street like some hood rat bitch,” Ali asked as he and Nancy sat at a quiet table in the back of Ali’s new restaurant. “That big bitch ran up on me, so I had to fight her. I wasn’t just going to sit there and let her whip my ass,” Nancy shot back sipping on some champagne. “You had to do what you had to do, right?” “Yup, and I think I might whip her ass again if I see her,” Nancy said strongly. “Save that for later baby, right now I need your help,” “You need my help,” Nancy asked in shock. “Yeah, your help.” “Cool, what do you need me to do,” she asked happy to finally be needed. “Well basically I’m going to need you to be my accountant and I’m going to need you to manage all the money and bills for each one of my businesses.” “Oh my God are you serious,” Nancy asked in total shock. “Yeah, I need someone who I know I can trust to handle this for me,” Ali said seriously. “Yes, I would do that for you,” Nancy said excitedly. “Okay cool; me and Mr. Goldberg will go over everything with you tomorrow,” Ali said shoveling some yellow rice into his mouth.

Meanwhile Big Mel sat in his Yukon on a deserted block with Detective Nelson in the front seat. “So what’s been going on,” Detective Nelson asked suspiciously. “Nothing much; I told you Ali is out the game now. He hasn’t been doing anything illegal lately.” “Well then we have no other choice but to set him up,” Detective Nelson said stiffly. “One way or another Ali has to go down and you’re going to help me.” “Why don’t you just leave him alone? He’s already out of the game; I don’t understand why continue bothering him when you can go after G-money who’s still deep in the game.” “Don’t worry G-money is next on my list, but first Ali must take a dive for breaking our deal.” “You doing all this over a stupid deal,” Big Mel huffed. “It might be stupid to you, but to me your word is everything,” Detective Nelson spoke calmly as he dug down in a small bag. “Here take this,” he said handing Big Mel a big zip lock bag containing a 9mm inside. “What’s this for?” “You got three weeks to bring me this gun back dirty, so I can frame Ali.” “Are you crazy,” Big Mel asked in disbelief. “Do I look crazy?” “Yes you must be crazy,” Big Mel said raising his voice. “You trying to get me killed.” “If you scared get a dog and gun, simple as that. You came to me with a plan to take Ali out and that’s just what we’re going to do,” Detective Nelson said flatly as he slid out of the vehicle.

Big Mel wanted to be the man, but Detective Nelson was trying to get him killed. Big Mel promised himself that he would complete this last mission, but afterwards if that wasn’t good enough he was just going to have to kill Detective Nelson or die trying.

Chapter 45

THE TERMINATOR

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Come on, you only got ten more to go,” Mr. Wilson coached from the sideline. The Terminator hung off the edge of the ring doing his sit ups. “Fifteen hundred,” he huffed. “What you huffing for,” Mr. Wilson asked.

The Terminator sucked his teeth. “Because I don’t understand why I have to train so hard for,” he said wiping the sweat off his face with a towel. “I’m going to beat the shit out of this Spanky kid. I was already going to spank him, now he got two broken arms I’m really going to kill him.” “I seriously doubt that, if Spanky’s arms weren’t in good shape he would still be fighting. Plus he passed his physical, meaning the doctor cleared him to fight,” Mr. Wilson spoke calmly. “Plus anybody who’s willing to step in the ring when they’re not a hundred percent is always dangerous because that means he has nothing to lose.” “You talking like I’m not going to go out there and give it my all,” The Terminator protested. “I’m not saying that, all I’m saying is never underestimate a man’s heart, and will,” Mr. Wilson countered. “I’m just trying to keep you on top of your game.” “Oh you know when the lights is on I’m going to shine, The Terminator boasted throwing a quick combination in the air. “I’m telling you now it’s not going to be easy,” Mr. Wilson commented. “I don’t want nothing easy,” The Terminator replied with a smile. “Ain’t nothing like a good fight.” “Be careful what you ask for because you just might receive it,” Mr. Wilson mumbled under his breath.

Chapter 46

PRESSURE

“What’s wrong boo,” Coco asked sensing that something was bothering her man. “Everything,” G-money replied. “Is there anything I can do to help,” she asked massaging the top of G-money’s shoulders. “No not really; I’m going to get it together in a minute,” he said downing his shot of Henny. “You want me to make you something to eat,” Coco asked as she popped in her slow jams C.D. “Nah, I’m cool.” “Ahww baby cheer up,” Coco said as she slid in G-money’s lap. “Everything’s going to be okay,” she whispered as she slowly began kissing him. One thing led to another and Coco found herself on the receiving end of some back shots.

G-money aggressively pulled Coco’s hair, as he delivered powerful strokes to her love tunnel. He then slid his fingers in her mouth, as he continued to pipe her down. Coco sucked and licked G-money’s fingers as she took the back shots like a soldier. When it was all said and done she laid her head on G-money’s chest and fell asleep naked.

Chapter 47

CLEAN UP TIME

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Everybody listen up,” Detective Nelson spoke loudly so that everyone could hear him. “Today we’re taking down six houses looking for weapons, drugs or whatever. My boss told me it’s time to clean this mess up and make some arrests, so when it hits the news it can look like we’re doing something about the situation” He paced back and forth. “Now let’s go take our streets back over,” Detective Nelson announced as he and all the other officers suited up.

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Can’t you see I’m on the phone,” Knowledge hushed one of his workers as he continued on with his conversation. The money flow in the hood had really slowed down and that put a lot of people in an unpleasant mood, especially Knowledge. He had been brought in to replace Diesil and keep the number up, but ever since Knowledge took over his numbers had been way down; not because of him personally, but because of the quality of drugs G-money had been getting lately. Knowledge sat on the bench yelling at his baby mother on the phone, when he noticed cop cars coming from every direction circling the projects. Knowledge tried to smoothly get up and walk off, but seconds later two officers tackled him. One officer placed a knee on his neck as the other one cuffed him. “Fucking pussys, ya’ll always gotta bring a hundred mutha fuckas with ya’ll in order to do something,” Knowledge huffed as he watched all of his workers get slammed down to the ground and put in cuffs. Detective Nelson quickly walked to where Knowledge laid on the ground and squatted down. “You’re Diesil’s replacement right,” he asked placing a Winston between his lips. “I don’t know no Diesil,” Knowledge replied faking ignorance. “Listen kid I’ll make you a deal; you tell me where the stash crib is, and I’ll let you go free,” Detective Nelson said with a smile. “I don’t know what you talking about,” Knowledge answered. “You sure,” Detective Nelson asked. “Positive.” “Okay gentlemen take this dick head to jail with the rest of the dick heads,” Detective Nelson ordered.

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April had been up all day cleaning up the house, listening to her Alicia Keys C.D. She walked past her son’s room and saw Michael peacefully resting with his mouth open. She just chuckled and thanked God for such a blessing, as she headed to the kitchen so that she could wash the dishes. April stood over the sink with her hands plunged in warm dish water, when she heard a loud boom at the front door. Her heart leaped into her throat when she saw about twenty officers with shields and guns run into her house. “On the floor now,” one officer yelled as he roughly tossed April to the floor, placing his knee on her neck as he hand cuffed her. Once that was done, the officer quickly searched the rest of the kitchen. “The kitchen’s clear,” he yelled out to another officer. With that being said the rest of the officers began to search the rest of the house. April fought and struggled her hardest to get to her feet, when she heard little Michael crying from the backroom. “Get off of me. I have to go see what’s wrong with my son,” April huffed struggling to get to her feet but it was no use. April laid face down in the kitchen as she heard the police officers tearing her house apart. “What are they looking for,” she asked curiously. “Contraband,” the officer answered stiffly. “Well can you at least bring my son in here with me,” April begged. “No,” the officer answered sharply. All April could do was cry and listen to the police tear her house up for no reason because Skip never kept anything in the house. “I want to see a warrant,” April demanded as she laid face down on her kitchen floor. “Ya’ll crooked ass mutha fuckas better have a warrant,” she threatened.

Seconds later, Detective Nelson strolled into the kitchen holding a piece of paper in his hand. “Your boyfriend, Skippy, didn’t show up for court the other day. He owes the state five years and they want it,” Detective Nelson said calmly as he dropped the warrant on top of April’s head. “Tell your boyfriend if he doesn’t turn himself in, we’ll be back every week until he gets the message,” Detective Nelson said as he slowly uncuffed April. “Have a nice day.”

Chapter 48

PARTY TIME

G-money’s black Lamborghini flowed smoothly with the rest of the traffic. It seemed like everybody and their momma was going to this party. “Damn B, it’s gonna be mad bitches up in this joint tonight,” G-money said looking at the bumper to bumper traffic as he slowly sipped his cup of vodka. “Yeah, it’s definitely going to be poppin up in there tonight,” Skip agreed as he felt his cell phone vibrating against his hip.

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Hey baby what’s up,” he answered. “They just kicked in our door and trashed the place,” April sobbed. “Who kicked in our door,” Skip barked sitting straight up. “The police,” she answered drying her eyes with a piece of tissue. “They had a warrant for your arrest.” “Okay are you and Michael alright?” “Yeah we’re fine, but they destroyed our house; anything that could be broke they broke it.” “It’s okay baby, I’ll get you new furniture. I’m just happy that you and the lil’ one is okay,” Skip said trying to lighten up the mood. “I don’t want new furniture, I want to stop living like this,” April said angrily as she continued to rant. “This shit has got to stop, I’m fucking sick of this shit,” she sobbed loudly. “Listen, just calm down aight. Everything’s going to be alright.” “How’s it going to be alright,” she demanded to know. “Because I got everything…” “I don’t want to hear that shit no more! You been saying that same shit for the last five years now,” she snarled cutting him off. “Now on top of all this shit, you on the run. Let me guess? You going to take care of that too, right.” “Yeah, whatever; I’m a talk to you later cause the way you talking you gonna make me break ya face when I see you. And keep ya ass off the fucking phone,” Skip growled as he hung up in April’s ear.