Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (28 page)

Ali just laid back, with his eyes closed as he felt his soon to be wife polish and lick all over his dick. It seemed like no matter how far Ali moved away, he still couldn’t escape the ghetto. He quickly broke out of his trance when he saw Nancy plant her feet on the bed, as she began to slowly bounce and grind on Ali’s dick.

“Damn baby,” he moaned as he watched his dick disappear in and out of Nancy’s wet pussy. “This pussy is all yours daddy,” Nancy screamed out as she began bouncing harder, and harder on Ali’s dick, screaming loudly. Minutes later, Nancy came hard as she felt her thick juices slid down Ali’s shaft. Ali let out a loud groan, as he exploded inside his fiancé. The two laid on the bed, exhausted from their sexual escapade.

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G-money sat in the V.I.P. section, nursing a drink with Ashley still on his lap when he saw Rell and his crew snaking through the crowded club.

G-money quickly jumped up almost tossing Ashley on the floor. “Sorry sweetheart, but I have to go handle something real quick,” he said as he and the four goons who sat in the V.I.P. section watching over him followed his lead. G-money squeezed past all the sweaty bodies that stood in front of him as he tried his best to catch up to Rell.

Skip stood over in the cut, sweet talking to some shorty he knew from around the way, when he saw G-money and the goons pushing their way through the crowd. “Yo, stay right here; I’ll be right back,” Skip told his lady friend as he followed G-money and the rest of the goons, to see what was up. “That bitch ass nigga probably hiding somewhere,” Debo yelled over the loud music. “I wouldn’t put it past that coward,” Rell replied as he continued to scan over the crowd. When Rell turned to his left, a fist smashed into his face like a blunt object, causing him to stumble backwards. G-money went in for the kill, but was caught off guard when Debo snuffed him with a powerful right hook, dropping G-money off of impact.

Once the goons saw G-money hit the floor, it was on. The two crews collided with one another; each man throwing vicious blows. When the fight broke out the rest of the crowd quickly parted not wanting to get hit by a wild punch. When G-money made it back to his feet, he quickly rushed Rell swinging wildly. Out of reflex, Rell swiftly ducked down and scooped G-money’s legs from up under him dumping him on his head. “Bitch ass nigga,” Rell growled.

G-money quickly sprung from the floor, catching Rell with a clean sharp upper cut to the chin, followed by a left hook to the body. When Rell doubled over clutching his stomach, G-money grabbed the back of Rell’s head and viciously kneed him in his face. G-money watched Rell’s head bounce off the hard club floor as he continued to stomp him out until he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind. G-money struggled with all his might to get loose from the man’s hold but it was no use.

When Knowledge realized what was going on he quickly made his way over to where the action was going down at. He violently busted a Heineken bottle over Debo’s head. But the bottle didn’t faze the big man, Debo continued to try to squeeze the life out of G-money.

When Skip saw G-money gasping for air he quickly ran over and tried to loosen up Debo’s grip along with Knowledge, but it was no use the big man’s hold was too strong.

Just as G-money was about to run out of air four big bouncers came to his rescue and released Debo’s arms from around G-money’s neck. G-money dropped down to his knees as he tried to suck in ass much air as he could, rubbing his throat.

The bouncers literally tossed each man out the club one by one. When G-money finally got tossed out of the club, his vision was still a little blurry from Debo’s choke hold. As G-money visions started to clear up he noticed four men walking swiftly in his direction looking like they were holding a weapon behind their backs.

G-money quickly reached for hip, then remembered he was unarmed. “Fuck!” He spat as he quickly dashed in the direction of all the other club goers who scrabbled for their lives. Without a trace of emotion the four gun men opened fire into the crowd not caring who they hit.

G-money was to grab the guy who was running next to him, and use him as a shield, but he was a bit too slow. He felt a bullet rip through the back of his thigh, as he watched the people around him drop like flies. G-money stumbled but some how remained on his feet, as he tried to limp his way to safety.

When Skip made his way out of the club he heard a loud series of gun shots go off. Once Skip heard the gun shots he already knew what time it was. He quickly ran towards the Lamborghini and snatched G-money’s .45 from off of the front tire. With time working against him, Skip let off six rounds in rapid fire. “Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.” One shot entered one of the gunmen’s collarbone, while another shot ripped through another gunman’s leg.

G-money limped as fast as he could, as one of his goons tried to help him, but one of the gunmen quickly caught up to the wounded soldier and opened fire on G-money again. G-money’s goon quickly shoved him to the ground and took the hot slugs for his boss. But before the soldier pushed G-money out of the way he took another shot to his shoulder as he went crashing to the ground.

As the gunman quickly tried to reload his weapon, he never saw the minivan coming full speed, directly at him. When the gunman finally looked up, he was like a deer stuck in headlights.

Knowledge put the pedal to the medal, as he watched the gunman violently bounce off of the windshield. When the minivan came to a screeching stop, G-money thought it was the enemy. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer as he prepared himself for the next life.

“Ahww shit, not my fucking nigga,” Knowledge said to himself as he saw G-money laid out on the concrete covered in blood. Knowledge quickly slid out of the van and ran to G-money’s aid. As Knowledge knelt down to see if G-money was still breathing, he heard a woman screaming hysterically as her heels clicked on the concrete. “Who did this,” Ashley screamed out as she placed her hand over her mouth in shock. “Help me get him in the van,” Knowledge yelled nervously as he lifted half of G-money’s body off of the ground and dragged the rest of his body over toward the van. Ashley didn’t help, instead she just stood there in shock not knowing what to do. “Oh shit, you scared the shit out of me,” Knowledge jumped as Skip grabbed G-money’s lower body and helped Knowledge get G-money in the van.

Before G-money was all the way in the van, bullets pumped through the back windshield showering G-money’s body with glass. Knowledge quickly slid from the back into the driver’s seat.

Skip grabbed Ashley, who stood frozen and aggressively tossed her into the back of the van with G-money. Skip quickly hopped on top of Ashley, as Knowledge put the pedal to the medal.

“I’m going to kill this mutha fucka,” G-money’s voice grumbled as he coughed and spat out a little blood. “Try not to talk, we taking you to the hospital now,” Skip whispered as he rubbed G-money’s forehead. “Ahwww this shit; its burning and I think my shoulder is broke,” G-money squealed out in pain. “I’m going to get you there as fast as I can,” Knowledge yelled over his shoulder as he weaved from lane to lane doing about seventy miles per hour.

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Somebody call Ali,” G-money groaned. “Let him know what happened.” “Don’t worry, I’m going to call him as soon as we get you to a hospital,” Skip replied as he tightly gripped G-money’s hand. “Mutha fucka caught me slipping,” G-money hissed shamefully. “Don’t sweat it; shit like this happens to the best of them,” Skip replied trying to cheer his friend up.

Knowledge pulled up in front of the hospital, beeping the horn like a madman. “Come on, help me get him out of the van,” Skip yelled out as he and Knowledge lifted G-money out of the van and rushed him into the hospital.

Four doctors quickly rushed to G-money’s aid. “What happened,” a tall white doctor asked sternly. “He got shot in the thigh and shoulder,” Skip replied nervously. “Okay, we’ll take it from here,” the doctor said as he and the other doctor slowly placed G-money on the stretcher and rolled him back towards the emergency room.

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Ali laid in his bed knocked out with Nancy laying right next to him, when the ringing of the house phone caused the two to wake up.

“Hello,” Ali yawned into the phone. “Yo, G-money just got shot twice,” Skip yelled into the receiver. “Hold on; what happened,” Ali asked sitting up in his bed. “We bumped into Rell and his crew at this club and shit popped off.” “So how did G-money get shot?” “When we left the club; the shit was a fucking set up,” Skip hissed. “It was my fault I should’ve never took my eyes off G-money. I lost site of him when one of the fucking bouncers threw me out the club.” “Don’t even sweat it Skip. What hospital is he in,” Ali asked. “St. Luke’s,” Skip answered quickly. “Aight, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ali said ending the call.

“Baby what’s wrong,” Nancy asked with a nervous look on her face. “G-money just got shot twice. He’s in the hospital right now,” Ali said as he quickly got dressed. “Oh my God! Is he…,” Nancy asked with her hand covering her mouth. “No, he’s still alive,” Ali confirmed. “Thank God,” Nancy said relieved. “Call up Coco and let her know what happened,” Ali yelled over his shoulder as he stormed out the house.

Nancy quickly picked up the cordless phone and dialed Coco’s number. “Hello,” she answered sleepily. “Wake up, G-money just got shot twice,” Nancy yelled into the receiver. “What,” Coco echoed quickly sitting up in her bed. “G-money just got shot twice. Hurry up and get dressed, I’ll be at your crib in five minutes,” Nancy said ending the conversation.

Coco quickly hopped out of bed and threw on the outfit she had on the night before. As soon as Coco finished getting dressed, she heard somebody ringing her door bell. Coco hurried to the door and was relieved when she saw Nancy on the other side of it.

“Come on girl,” Nancy yelled out as she hopped back in the driver seat. She quickly glanced in the backseat to make sure little Ali was still sleeping peacefully before she pulled off.

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“
That nigga ,G-money, is a fucking pussy,” Rell huffed as he felt a puffy bruise forming under his eye. “That nigga lucky he snuck me.” “It’s all good boss. When I came out the club I seen that faggot, G-money, laid out on the concrete crying like a little bitch,” Debo said excitingly as he stopped for the red light. “Say word,” Rell said seriously. “Word to everything,” Debo replied with a grin on his face. “Hopefully that mutha fucka dies in the hospital tonight.” “If he don’t die, when I catch his ass he’s going to wish he was dead,” Rell hissed as he stared blankly out of the window. “Don’t worry, we going to get his ass,” Debo said out loud as he cruised smoothly along with the traffic.

Chapter 49

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

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Kill or be killed,” Spanky repeated as he worked his jump rope. “That’s right; when you step in that ring it’s kill or be killed,” Freddie said out loud watching every move Spanky made.

Freddie really stayed on Spanky’s back, not to be a pain in the ass but because he knew how important this fight was to the young man. Freddie did his best to prepare Spanky for what lied ahead, but he didn’t know if Spanky knew how difficult it was going to be to defeat his opponent. It was only one thing that bothered Freddie about the up coming fight and that was Spanky’s reflexes. Ever since his accident, Spanky’s reflexes had been slightly off. Freddie knew this was going to be a problem, but no matter what Freddie told Spanky he was still going to fight so Freddie decided not to mention it.

Once Spanky finished jumping rope, he then headed in front of the full length mirror where he began shadow boxing. Christie just sat on the sideline with a nervous look on her face. At first she wasn’t nervous, but with the fight being only three days away she couldn’t help but have a few butterflies in her stomach. Her worse fear was Spanky being seriously hurt in the ring. “Three days and it’s going down,” Spanky yelled out looking over at Christie. “I know, you doing good,” Christie said blowing Spanky a kiss. Spanky playfully caught the kiss and placed it on his lips. “Thanks boo, I needed that.” “Anything for you baby,” Christie whispered as she continued to watch her husband workout.

Spanky’s mind was already made up, he wasn’t going to leave that ring without The Terminator’s belt around his waist. He made sure he overworked himself everyday just to make sure his body was ready. Spanky knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was willing to go through hell if he had to. When Spanky and Christie made it home, Christie gave Spanky a long oiled massage. “Baby after I win the title, I think we should take a little vacation. What you think,” Spanky asked with his eyes closed. “That would be great. Where would you like to go?” “I was going to let you pick the place this time. It’ll be my gift to you, for putting up with me for all these years,” Spanky said sincerely. “Ahw baby, that was sweet but you know you don’t have to reward me for loving you.” “What you talking about? You’re my Queen; you’re supposed to be getting rewarded everyday,” Spanky said in a matter of fact tone. “I know baby, but now I think it’s your turn to be rewarded for all of your hard work. You been working hard since we got married.” “Okay, how about after the fight we just go somewhere so we can escape all this real life shit for a little while,” Spanky said as he hopped up and headed for the shower. “How does that sound to you?” “That sounds perfect,” Christie replied with a smile as she watched her husband disappear in the bathroom.