Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “Okay what seems to be the problem?” Detective Nelson chimed as he helped himself to a glass of straight Vodka.

  “That fucking moolie, Rell, is out of control. Either you handle him or I will,” Frankie said, still upset and embarrassed about what Rell did to him in the small diner.

  “What happened?” Detective Nelson asked, flopping down on the couch.

  “I go down to meet this prick in a small diner so I can discuss the new prices with this idiot, and the fucking moolie sucker punches me out of the blue for no reason,” Frankie continued his rant. “Then this fucking cocksucker sticks a fucking gun in my mouth. Can you believe this shit?”

  Detective Nelson couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I’m glad you think this is so fucking funny,” Frankie said angrily, pouring himself another drink. “I hope youstart laughing when you turn on the morning news and see that fucking moolie on your screen,” he threatened.

  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch; I’m going to go talk to him.”

  “Fuck a talk,” Franked snapped. “Let me kill that black son of a bitch and you just find you somebody to take his place.”

  “I wish it was that simple. You see Rell and his crew bring in too much money to just cut him off,” Detective Nelson said nonchalantly.

  “So what are you telling me that this cocksucker can just go around doing what ever the fuck he wants?” Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I told you I was going to talk to him. And don’t worry; I’ll make him pay the extra since he attacked you. Will that make you feel better?”

  “I would feel better if Rell was dead,” Frankie said irritated.

  “Do you trust me?” Detective Nelson asked with an evil smirk on his face.

  “I guess,” Frankie remarked snidely.

  “Alright then, I said I’m going to handle it. So just sit back, collect this money, and be cool alright?”

  “Okay,” Frankie said, giving the detective a half smile. Once Detective Nelson made his exit, Frankie quickly turned his gaze at Jimmy. “This moolie has got to go.”

  “Just give me the word and it’s done,” Jimmy said nonchalantly, as if taking someone’s life was an every day thing.

  Jimmy was an Italian hitman who loved his job a little too much. Frankie heard Jimmy was the best of the best, so he hired him after Rell had assaulted and embarrassedhim. “I want this whacked. But at the same time, I can’t afford to fuck up the money,” Frankie said in deep thought. “Fucking moolie brings in tons of money.”

  “Okay then why don’t you let me send him a message?” Jimmy said as his ponytail flapped every time he turned his head.

  “You know what? That might be a good idea,” Frankie said, rubbing his hands together.

  “I think maybe I should take out one of his family members or somebody who’s close to him,” Jimmy suggested.

  “Yeah, but I’m not sure if he has any family.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll tail him for about a week and find out who he’s close to,” Jimmy said as he stood to leave.

  “Okay keep in touch with me,” Frankie said, noticing some form of chest protector poking through Jimmy’s dress shirt, as he stuck his arms through his blazer and headed towards the exit.

  Frankie knew what Jimmy was capable of, and he also knew Rell would definitely get the message loud and clear.

  * * * * Before Detective Nelson went home, he made a quick pit stop in the Bronx, near Hunts Point. Detective Nelson cruised slowly down the block until he saw exactly what hewas looking for. The young black prostitute stood on the corner wearing a tight spandex top advertising her large breast. The mini skirt she wore exposed the bottom of both of her ass cheeks, and her clear stiletto’s made her calf and legs look even more voluptuous.

  Detective Nelson pulled up right in front of the young lady and beeped the horn. The prostitute swayed towards the vehicle, throwing a little extra switch in her walk. The passenger window rolled down and the prostitute gladly stuckher head through the window.

  “What’s up? You looking for a good time?” She asked, seductively licking her lips.

  “I’m looking for a good blow job. Could you steer me in the right direction?”

  “Look no further. You found the cream of the crop and I got some bomb pussy too,” she added.

  “Oh really,” Detective Nelson replied, sizing the young lady up.

  “You not a cop are you?” The prostitute asked suspiciously.

  “Yes I am,” Detective Nelson replied. “But I’m not looking to arrest anybody, just looking for a goodblow job.” “Okay well you don’t mind paying up front then do you?”

  “Not a problem,” Detective Nelson said, handing the young lady a crumbled up fifty-dollar bill.

  The prostitute stuffed the money in her little purse and slid in the passenger seat with the Detective.

  When Detective Nelson pulled up in front of his brown stone apartment, he noticed a familiar face standing in front of his building. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He grunted as he approached his building with the young prostitute on his heels.

  “You don’t look too happy to see me,” Big Mel said smugly.

  “Can’t you see I’m a little busy?” Detective Nelson said, nodding his head towards the young prostitute.

  “Fuck that! That shit can wait. You owe me something and I’m here to collect,” Big Mel told him in a cold tone.

  “What are you talking about?” Detective Nelson asked, faking ignorance.

  “You told me if I helped you get rid of Ali, in return you would give me a hundred thousand dollars in cash and a few spots for me to put product in,” Big Mel refreshedthe Detective’s memory.

  “Oh yeah I did tell you that didn’t I?”

  “Listen I ain’t got time for these games. I want my money and I want it now,” Big Mel declared.

  “Well I don’t have the money right now,” Detective Nelson shot back. “I’ll have your money some time this month.”

  “I need my money now Detective!”

  “I don’t have it. What do you want me to do? Pull it out my ass,” Detective Nelson hissed as he tried to brush past the big man.

  With the quickness of a snake, Big Mel pulled ametal pipe from his back pocket. He swung the pipe so hard that you could hear it cutting through the wind until it made contact with Detective Nelson’s head.

  Detective Nelson’s body quickly collapsed, loudly smacking the hard concrete.

  Before the prostitute could scream, Big Mel coveredher mouth with his gloved hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

  The prostitute nodded her head yes.

  “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and you better not scream,” Big Mel said, slowly releasing his grip from the young prostitute’s mouth.

  “Hopefully this will keep you quiet,” he said, handing the young lady a hundred dollar bill.

  “Thank you so much for not hurting me,” the prostitute said gratefully as she quickly disappeared around the corner.

  Big Mel quickly scanned the block. Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he unarmed the detective, thenscooped him up and tossed him over his shoulder. He carried the detective up a flight of stairs until he reached his apartment.

  Big Mel let the detective’s body slam viciously on the floor as he searched through his pockets until he found his keys. He quickly unlocked the door and dragged Detective Nelson inside the apartment by his ankles. “Punk ass white boy,” Big Mel chuckled as he handcuffed Detective Nelson withhis own cuffs.

  Once Detective Nelson was cuffed, Big Mel searched the apartment high and low looking for the stash. He flipped over Detective Nelson’s mattress and his eyes lit up. “Jackpot,” He mumbled as he saw the entire box spring covered with money. Big Mel didn’t have time to count the money, but from the looks of it, it had to be between twenty to forty thousand dollars.

  Big Mel grinned wickedly as he stuffed as much money as he could in a pillowcase. When it was all
said and done, Big Mel had four pillowcases filled up with money.

  Big Mel was about to make his exit, but stoppeddirectly in front of the door when he heard Detective Nelsonmumble something. “I’m going to enjoy watching you die,” he grumbled with fire dancing in his blue eyes.

  “What you fail to realize detective is that I’m already dead. How long you think I got until G-money or somebody from the crew finds me? I should of never dealt with youin the first place. Ali was a good brother and he always looked out for his own. Now because of me, he’s sitting in a fucking cage,” Big Mel said, disgusted with himself.

  “You going to wish you was in a fucking cage when I get finished with you bitch,” Detective Nelson huffed as he did his best to try and get to his feet, but it was no use.

  “Did you just call me a bitch?” Big Mel asked, doing a 360.

  “You heard me loud and clear bitch,” Detective Nelson barked, not backing down.

  Before the last word left Detective Nelson’s mouth, Big Mel was already in motion. He roughly pulled Detective Nelson’s pants down to his ankles and removed the metal pipe from his back pocket.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Detective Nelsonyelled in panic.

  “I’m about to show you who the real bitch is,” Big Mel shot back as he viciously shoved the metal pipe up DetectiveNelson’s ass.

  Detective Nelson’s face turned blood shot red as he howled in pain.

  “That was for my man Ali,” Big Mel said as he grabbed the four pillowcases and made his exit, leaving Detective Nelson laying on the middle of the floor, handcuffed with a pipe hanging out his ass.

  Chapter4 AThousandMilesAway

  Ali sat on the bus shackled down like an animal. His hands were shackled in front of him, while his right ankle was shackled to another inmates left ankle. Ali hated living in a cage like an animal, but at the same time, it was all part of the game. Ali always knew it was a possibility he would have to do some time, and he took his life sentence like a man. Mr.Goldberg had gotten him out of the death penalty, but he couldn’t get him out of the life sentence.

  Ali had prepared himself as best as he could mentally to do this time, but it’s kind of hard to prepare yourself to NEVER COME HOME AGAIN.

  While the other inmates went to sleep, Ali stayed up for the entire ride. When the bus finally pulled up to the facility, Ali swallowed hard as the barb wired fence opened allowing the bus to enter.

  “Here we are boys. Gladiator school,” the red face officer chuckled. All of the inmates remained on the bus until the C.O. directed them to exit the bus. Once inside the facility, the C.O. made all the inmates go inside the intake cell until further notice. After about 30 minutes of listening to the warden of the facility talk about nothing, each inmate had to strip butt naked and be searched before being sent to their cell.

  “Let’s go,” a husky C.O. announced as he escorted Ali to his cell. Ali was expecting to have a big, strong, greasy looking cellmate, but instead his cellmate turned out to be a midget. The C.O. forcefully pushed Ali in the cell and slammedit shut.

  When the midget saw Ali enter the cell, he immediately hopped off his bunk. “Listen let me let you know how shit works around here. You don’t fuck with me and I won’t fuck with you aight? And I hope you don’t be snoring and farting and shit or we gon have some problems,” the midget said, looking Ali up and down.

  “My man, check this out. I aint trying to hear all that bull shit you talking about, smell me? Just stay out myway and don’t fuck with none of my shit and we straight,” Ali said as he tossed his shit up on the top bunk.

  “This my house,” the midget said, patting his chest. “You don’t tell me what’s going on, I tell you.”

  Without thinking twice, Ali kicked the midget in his face. Once the midget was on his back, Ali forcefully planted his knee in his chest pinning him down. “If I hear another word out of you, Imma break your fucking face,” he threatened.

  “Nah you can’t just come up in here regulating shit. I been here for eight years,” the midget huffed.

  “Do what ever you want to do. Just don’t bother me,” Ali said as he took his knee off of the midget’s chest.

  The midget quickly hopped back on his feet. He thought about trying his luck, but decided against it. “Well we both gotta live here, so I guess we better make the best of it,” the midget said as he hopped back on his bunk.

  Ali unpacked a few of his things, then climbed up to his top bunk, and laid flat on his back. “So what’s your name,” he asked, breaking the silence.

  “Everybody calls me Lil Bit,” the midget spoke proudly.

  “So what’s your story?”

  “What you mean?” Lil Bit asked defensively.

  “What you in for?” Ali rephrased the question.

  “I got caught with three bricks in my trunk.”

  As Ali listened to the midget speak, he noticed he had a strong down south accent. “Yo, where you from?”

  “Florida,” Lil Bit responded.

  “So how you get locked up in New York?”

  “I was working for this girl named Pauleena. I’m sure you’ve heard of her,” Lil Bit raised an eyebrow. “She got shit locked down in Florida, but now she’s expanding her operation to New York. She getting money out here from mainly wholesale, but she really looking for a spot so shecan get some of that break down money.”

  “Yo, I heard rumors about Pauleena, but I thought that was just street gossip,” Ali said staring blankly at the ceiling.

  “Nah she’s real, sexy as fuck too,” Lil Bit added.

  “How long you been working for her?”

  “Mmmm… about five years before I got locked up. But fuck all that. What’s ya name and what you in for?” Lil Bit reversed the conversation.

  “Everybody calls me Ali.”

  “I heard of you. You that brother that was giving all the niggaz in the hood jobs and shit. I also heard you killed 15 cops who tried to bust up in your crib.”

  “Nah it was only eight cops,” Ali corrected him.

  “You know your name was even ringing out in Florida?”

  “Word?” Ali asked, shocked.

  “Yeah, it was talk about some up north cat getting crazy money and giving back to the community. The word was your crew was kind of like the black mafia,” Lil Bit chuckled.

  “The black mafia huh,” Ali echoed. “Is that a compliment?”

  “What? Fo-sho!”

  “Thanks I guess,” Ali said with a smile.

  “Pauleena would always talk about how she wantedto hook up with you and your crew. I think she kind ofadmired you,” Lil Bit said in an even tone.

  “Word?”

  “Yup, she got the most high quality shit in America,” Lil Bit boasted.

  “In America, huh?”

  “The shit used to be so pure, we had to stomp on the shit just so the fiends wouldn’t O.D., I swear to God.”

  “Well I wish we could of hooked up before I got locked up, plus I been out the game for a while.”

  “Out the game?” Lil Bit hopped out of his bed in shock. “You can never get out. You know that!”

  “Yeah and I also know you can’t over stay your welcome in the game either,” Ali capped.

  “Yeah I hear you,” Lil Bit replied, as he laid back down on his bunk.

  “What I was trying to do was build something; you know what I’m saying? Instead of buying jewelry, cars, and spinning rims, I invested my money into the businesses. That way it would bring me more money, and give more black people jobs because I only hired black people, who couldn’t getjobs because they had felonies, or they didn’t graduate from school, smell me?”

  “Yeah that’s some deep shit.”

  “If more drug dealers and people period, would do shit to help their community, the world be a better place; then maybe it wouldn’t be so many mufuckas sitting in jail.”

  “Yeah, you a deep brother. Hopefully everybody will wake up sooner or later,” Lil Bit said, as h
e opened up his King Magazine.

  “Yeah hopefully,” Ali said as he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter5 NewGuninTown

  “Here take this,” Knowledge huffed as he handed the crackhead the amount of crack he paid for and shoved him out the back door. “Damn these mufuckas is filthy,” Knowledge complained. “Shit, I thought the fiends in New York was bad; God damn!”

  “Nigga you been complaining since we got here,”Skip huffed, shaking his head.

  “I’m just saying yo, I gotta wash my hands every10 minutes,” Knowledge continued to rant.

  Skip had set everything up lovely. He turned Ashley’s apartment into a trap house. The fiends came in through the back door, got served, and exited the same way they came in. Two shooters occupied one of the upstairs bedrooms and looked out for any signs of trouble. Skip also had Suge standing in the doorway.

  Suge was 6’7 and weighed 360 pounds; his job was to make sure no fiends got out of hand. Everybody called him Suge because he favored Suge Knight.

  “I told you this shit was going to be a piece ofcake,” Knowledge said out loud, as he waited for the nextcustomer to show up.

  Skip was about to respond, but lost his train of thought when he saw Ashley walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but some boy shorts and a bra. “Yo why don’t you put some fucking clothes on?” Skip said, crumbling up his face.

  “This is my motherfucking house. I can wear whatever I want to wear. Plus it’s hot as fuck in here,” she shot back in a sassy tone.

  “Why don’t you have some respect for yourself?” Skip sucked his teeth in disgust.

  “If you don’t like it, then don’t look,” Ashley said, snaking her neck. “Plus I don’t think G-money would appreciate it if he knew you had your eyes glued to his stuff,” she said as she swayed back towards the steps.

  “Fuck that. You can walk around however you want. I don’t mind,” Knowledge said as he hungrily eyed thebeautiful woman who stood before his eyes.