Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (5 page)

Before things got a chance to escalate Ali, Big Mel, and Spanky showed up right on time. “Is there a problem over here,” Ali asked calmly. “The man here asked your friends to leave,” the uniformed cop butted in, still with his hand on his .357. Big Mel stood looking at the uniformed cop, while his hand remained inside his jacket pocket where he had his .380 trained on the cop the whole time. “Yo Bobby you got my word G-money and the boys will be on their best behavior. Give ‘em a pass this time,” Ali said as he shot Bobby a private stare. “Okay, but if ya’ll get into some shit this time it’s a wrap for ya’ll,” Bobby said as he unclamped the barrier.

Once inside Ali and G-money were treated like celebrities. Ali didn’t really care too much for the attention, but G-money, on the other hand, loved being in the spotlight. He lived for the attention. The entourage quickly made their way to the V.I.P section, where they ordered more bottles of Grey Goose then they needed. “Congratulations mutha fucka. All this is for you,” G-money said throwing his arm around Spanky. “All that hard work is finally paying off,” Spanky countered as he watched a pack of beautiful women “Pop lock and drop it.” “You see this, the bullshit I be talking about,” G-money said hotly. “Why the fuck is this big ugly mother fucker staring at me?”

Bobby stood a couple of feet away from G-money and his crew watching their every move. “Damn this nigga on our back, like a cheap suite,” Skip added looking the bouncer up and down. “Listen, we’re not here for him, we came here to celebrate,” Ali reminded everyone. “Let that clown watch us ball out.” “I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m about to hit this dance floor because it’s some bitches in here tonight,” Spanky said as he popped open a bottle of champagne and headed to the dance floor along with G-money, and Skip. The club was jammed packed and jumping as usual. Spanky bumped and brushed pass what felt like a thousand people, before he and the crew finally made it to the dance floor.

Immediately G-money spotted a dark skinned chick with a short hair cut and a pretty face, but what really caught his attention was the young lady’s ass. Her ass was so big that it looked like she had two asses in one. G-money quickly grabbed the dark skinned girl’s wrist and pulled her towards him. The dark skinned girl took one look at G-money and came willingly. She aggressively threw her donkey ass on G-money’s dick and started grinding to the beat. G-money rubbed all over the fat ass that stood in front of him as he got his swerve on.

Once Spanky saw G-money set it off, he immediately grabbed the dark skinned girl’s friend and pulled her towards him. Ali sat in the V.I.P section with Big Mel watching his little brother have a good time, when he noticed a familiar face stroll into the club. “I know that’s not who I think it is,” Ali said to himself as he strained his eyes to get a better look.

Rell stepped into the club looking like new money, with his five man entourage behind him. Ten years ago Rell and his crew had the drug game on lock. A few people even called him the Michael Jordan of crack. His only problem was his temper. Rell was known for getting money and having a quick trigger finger. Rell wasn’t the most attractive brother in the world, but somehow he always kept a bad bitch on his side. Rell made his way straight towards the V.I.P section where Ali and his crew were stationed.

“WOOOOO……,” Big Mel said placing his big paw on Rell’s chest. “Where the fuck you think you going?” “What?!” Rell countered slapping the big man’s hand down. “Chill Mel, he’s cool let him through,” Ali yelled before Big Mel got ignorant. “Ali what’s popping my nigga,” Rell asked as he gave Ali a pound followed by a hug. “Ain’t shit. When you get out,” Ali asked downing the remainder of his Grey Goose in one gulp. “Them fucking pigs finally let me out yesterday,” Rell answered helping himself to a drink. “You know can’t no jail hold a nigga like me, but fuck all that I hear you the man out here on these streets now, and that punk Gerald oh excuse me I mean G-money. “Yeah me and G-money running the whole show now,” Ali said emptily. “That’s why I came here to talk to you,” Rell said moving his chair closer. “I need to get this money out here. I know I’ve been gone for a while, and I don’t want to cut nobody’s throat. That’s why I’m coming to you first.” “So what did you have in mind,” Ali asked uninterested. “Well it’s too hot for me to be on a block or corner, so I was thinking maybe you could break me off a few housing projects – you know the concrete jungle.” “The concrete jungle, huh,” Ali echoed. “Listen check this out, the best I can do is give you one housing project to run, but the split is gonna have to be fifty, fifty. Now I usually don’t do shit like this, but since you’re an O.G. and you just came home I’m going to look out for you aight. I’m going to have my workers run the shit, so you don’t have to get your hands dirty you dig?” “Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own workers,” Rell said flatly helping himself to another drink. “Well I’m gonna have to have a few of my workers in there to make sure ain’t no funny business going on,” Ali stated plainly. “What you don’t trust the God,” Rell asked defensively. “Fuck trust, this is business. You know how the game goes, Rell, you’re an O.G,” Ali said downing his drink only to fill his glass right back to the top. “Yeah, I forgot you learned from the best,” Rell chuckled as he noticed G-money step into the V.I.P section followed by his goons.

“Who the fuck is this clown,” G-money asked not caring about the man’s feelings that stood in front of him. “Come on, you don’t remember me, Gerald,” Rell said with a smirk on his face. The five men who came with Rell laughed loudly only making things worse. “It’s me Rell,” he said extending his hand. G-money shook it bloodlessly. “Yo, I remember when I used to make you fight when you used to be scared,” Rell said looking G-money up and down like he was still a child. “Looks like that tough love did you some good.” “Yes it did,” G-money countered as he removed a big wad of cash from his pocket.

Rell thought G-money was going to hand him the money as a welcome home gift, but instead G-money turned towards the crowd and made it rain hundred dollar bills. “Yo Rell we getting money over here, why don’t you go snatch a pocketbook or something,” G-money said before he broke out into a laughing fit. “You little punk mutha fucka,” Rell growled as he jumped up and charged G-money. Before he could reach G-money Spanky caught him with a lightning fast right hook, lifting Rell off of his feet, knocking him out cold.

As soon as Rell’s body hit the floor Skip, Butch, and the rest of the goons were on him; stomping him like vultures who smelled fresh blood. Big Mel’s baby Uzi kept Rell’s goons under control.

When Bobby saw the fight breakout, he quickly ran over there knocking down fifty to sixty people in the process. “I told this mutha fucka I wasn’t playing with his ass,” Bobby said to himself as he finally made it to the fight. He quickly pushed as many people off of Rell as he could.

When G-money saw Bobby enter the V.I.P section, his face immediately wrinkled as if he smelled some shit. G-money snatched the Grey Goose bottle from off of the table and swung it with bad intentions until it reached it’s destination. The bottle shattered violently over the bouncer’s head, instantly knocking him out cold. “Fuck face faggot,” G-money chuckled as he stepped over the big man’s body heading towards the exit.

Once everybody was outside, Ali made sure he pulled G-money to the side. “What the fuck is your problem,” Ali growled. “You need to start thinking before you react.” “Fuck that. That clown was trying to play me,” G-money responded placing a blunt in his mouth. “Listen, we need order around here. If niggas see you wilding all day, then they gonna think they can do the same thing.” “They’re soldiers, what you expect them to do,” G-money asked bluntly. “Do you know what you just did,” Ali asked. “Yup,” G-money answered as he broke into a coughing fit from the haze in his lungs. “Fuck Rell, he can’t see us anyway…fucking old timer.”

Ali couldn’t do anything but chuckle, his partner’s head was hard as a rock and backing down was not in his vocabulary. “Yo, I’m out. Holla at me tomorrow,” Ali said as he noticed several cop cars pull up to the scene. Big Mel watched the cop cars disappear through the rearview mirror, as he fled the scene.

Chapter 6

WHEN IT HURT

SO BAD

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I’m going to hurt this bitch when I catch her,” Dave said to himself as he entered Nancy’s mother’s building. “KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.” “Who the fuck is it,” a male’s voice boomed from behind the door. “It’s Dave. Is Nancy home,” he asked patiently waiting for an answer. Seconds later Rick swung open the door. “Man, that bitch ain’t here,” he said emotionlessly. “Ya’ll don’t know where she’s at,” Dave asked stepping into the apartment. “Nope, but wherever she is, she need to keep her freeloading ass over there,” Jasmin cut in. “Okay if ya’ll see or hear from her be sure to let me know,” Dave said as he made his exit. Not being able to locate Nancy only made Dave’s anger grow twice as much. He was broke and in a great need of some pussy. Dave checked all the spots that Nancy could be, with no luck. The longer it took for Dave to find her, the more pain he planned on dishing out.

FINAL WARNING

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I don’t know why you thought you could trust a bunch of niggers,” Detective Bradley said sipping his morning coffee. “All them mother fuckers are the same; they will lie without even thinking twice,” the white detective said openly. “Not all of them,” Detective Nelson corrected his partner. “Ali is cool it’s that fucking G-money that’s giving us problems.” “I say we bust that mother fucker’s head, and then maybe he’ll get the message,” Detective Bradley said not hiding the fact that he didn’t like black people. “Yeah we do that and then we fuck up our money. I don’t know about you, but I like taking money from them every month,” Detective Nelson said placing a Winston between his lips. “Me too, but with all those shootings, and people getting sent to the emergency room sooner or later somebody’s going to have to take the fall for that, cause it makes us look like we’re not doing our job.” “Yeah you’re right about that. I think I’m going to have a little chat with our friend Ali,” Detective Nelson said as he picked up the phone in his office, and began dialing the number.

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Is this count straight,” Ali asked taking the small duffle bag from Butch. “Yeah it’s all there,” Butch answered assuredly. “Yo Mel, put this paper through the money machine and make sure it’s twenty,” Ali said tossing Big Mel the duffle bag. “If you keep running those projects how you’re doing, you’re going to be up for a promotion soon, you understand,” Ali asked trying to feel the young man out. “That’s what I’m talking about, moving up the ladder. Maybe you can put me with Skip and the rest of the soldiers, so I can start putting in some work,” Butch said making a gun with his fingers. “Easy young hopper, we take things one step at a time around here. Just be patient and you’ll get your turn,” Ali assured the young man. “So you’ve been following all the rules, right?” “Yeah,” Butch answered quickly. “Nobody gets high or drunk while they on the clock. And nobody is to be strapped while they’re on the grind, just in case the boys roll up,” Butch said repeating the rules. “And what’s the main rule?” Butch raised his hand and said, “Chief, the crew is to be clean at all times while on the clock.” “Remember those rules and you’ll last long in this business,” Ali said proudly. “Yeah it’s all there boss man,” Big Mel cut in tossing the duffle bag back to Ali.

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Aight, get up outta here. G-money will swing through later with the re-up.” “What time,” Butch asked foolishly. “Whenever the fuck he get there,” Ali barked dismissing the young street thug. “We gotta start tightening up around here,” Ali said looking at Big Mel. “I’m checking up on all our spots tonight myself to make sure mutha fuckas ain’t taking no short cuts or getting lazy, smell me?” “Yeah I can dig it,” Big Mel said as he felt his cell phone vibrating. “Yo it’s that punk ass Detective,” he said tossing Ali the phone. “What the fuck this mutha fucka want,” Ali said out loud as he flipped open the cell phone. “How can I help you,” Ali answered. “I’m going to skip through all the bullshit. Your boy, G-money, is out of control,” Detective Nelson said getting straight to the point. “If you don’t control your partner, then there’s little I can do for you. I’m trying to help you, seriously I am Ali, but you’re going to have to control that mother fucker or I’m going to have to come down on you and your team. And if I come, you know I’m coming hard! So please let’s avoid all of this, and continue to do good business together.” “Listen, I understand what you’re saying, but you’re not the one out in them streets all day. That shit you’re talking about is easier said than done. I’m going to talk to G-money one more time, but you’re gotta keep in mind that in this business you can’t just talk everything out, you dig?” “I hear what you’re saying, now hear what I’m saying, when people get shot and we don’t have a shooter my boss puts the pressure on me. And when he puts the pressure on me, I’m going to put the pressure on you and that’s just how it works,” Detective Nelson said flatly. “Like I said, I will have a word with him Detective, you have a nice day,” Ali said ending the conversation.