Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “I can dig it,” G-money replied.

  “I got 15 trap houses all throughout this city, and that’s not including all the other ones I’m responsible for out in Atlanta and Texas. To make a long story short, I got the south on lock, but Florida is my home town.”

  “Damn, ya’ll down south niggaz is smarter than I give ya’ll credit for,” G-money admitted.

  “Basically what I’m trying to say is, if you join the family you’ll be getting some of this trap money.”

  “And what do ya’ll want in return?” G-money asked, sensing something fishy was going on.

  “When we go see Pauleena tomorrow, she’ll explain everything.”

  Chapter9 PraisetheLord

  April laid in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Ever since Skip left, she found it hard for her to sleep at night. Every time she closed her eyes she, would think and wonder if Skip was all right. April wanted to answer Skip’s phone calls so bad, but she knew if she did, he would more than likely sweet talk his way back into her life, and continues to live the same lifestyle. April refused to live like that another day. All that street thug shit was now a thing in the past.

  April’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard a light knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she yelled, already knowing who it was.

  Little Michael entered the room rubbing his eyes. “Mommy can I have some cereal?”

  “You sure can,” April replied, as she slid out of her comfortable bed, and headed for the kitchen. “After you eat your cereal, go wash up and put on your dress clothes. We going to church today.”

  “Aww mommy I hate church,” Little Michael sucked his teeth.

  “Why? What’s wrong with church?” April asked, placing her hand on her hip.

  “It be so boring.”

  “Okay I’ll make a deal with you. If you come, I’ll let you bring your PSP,” April said, extending her hand.

  “You got yourself a deal,” Little Michael said,shaking his mother’s hand.

  Once April had convinced Little Michael into coming to church, she went in her closet and pulled out an expensive dress that she only wore once when she and Skip went to some fancy restaurant.

  “Yeah, I think I’m going to roll with this one,” she told herself, liking how the dress tightly hugged her hips, and showed off her curvy figure.

  When April pulled up in the church’s parking lot, it was jammed packed. “Damn, I’ll have a better time finding a parking spot at a club then at church! Ain’t that a bitch?”

  Before April and Little Michael entered the church, April handed Michael a five dollar bill. “Make sure you put that in the collection plate.”

  “Why every time we come to church we always gotta put money in the stupid basket?” Little Michael asked with a frown. “Because that’s how you get your blessings,” April answered quickly, as she grabbed him by the wrist and entered the house of the Lord.

  * * * * Ali sat in a naked cell all by himself staring blankly at the wall. To take his mind off of being in the box or SHU (special housing unit) as the police called it, Ali reminisced on all the good times he had before he ended up in the shit hole he was in. He thought about all the good foods he ate, and he definitely thought about all the pussy he’d gotten over the years.

  So far, Ali had been in isolation for 68 eight days and counting. Jail was already a horrible and boring place to be, but being in the box only made the time drag even more. Ali was in deep thought thinking about some pussy, when he heard somebody lightly tapping on his cell.

  “I figured you were lonely in here, so I brought you something to read,” a female C.O. said, sliding two books through the little slot.

  “Thank you, but I’m not really a big reader,” Ali said, making his way over to the cell door so he could read the C.O.’s nametag. “But I do appreciate it Ms. Ruby.”

  “Oh please call me Crystal,” she insisted.

  “Crystal Ruby? What kind of name is that?”

  “That’s what my moms named me.” She smiled, looking

  into Ali’s eyes. Ali could tell that this chick was a hood chick by the way she talked and handled herself. Ali quickly looked away. He knew how much he loved hood girls, and Crystal was definitely a hood chick, but she was also a dime. What stood outabout her was she stood six feet tall which was kind of tall for a female, but she was definitely sexy wit it.

  “If you give those books a chance I’m pretty sure you will love them,” Crystal said, trying to make small talk.

  Ali picked up the two books: Married To Da Streets by Silk White and Hood Rat by K’wan.

  “Both of these titles sound interesting. I think I’m going to check em out,” Ali said gratefully.

  “Well I guess I better be going now, talk to you later.” Crystal waved goodbye as she strolled down the tier.

  “Talk to you later Ms. Ruby,” Ali said, as he leaned his face against the bars, so he could get a good lookat Crystal’s healthy ass as it jiggled up and down through her uniform pants with every step she took. “Damn,” Ali said, shaking his head. From the looks of things he could tell that the C.O. wore a thong under her uniform pants.

  Ali quickly erased the nasty thoughts from his mind as he sat on his bunk and picked up one of the books thatCrystal had just brought him.

  * * * * Once service was over, April patiently waited for most of the people to make their exit so she could have a word with the pastor. “Michael sit right here until I come back.”

  Michael nodded his head, as he continued playing his PSP.

  “Hey Pastor,” April said, as she gave him a hug.

  “Hey April, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in service for a while. Is everything okay?” Pastor Jackson asked, with a look of concern.

  “Well not really,” she answered, looking at the floor.

  “Tell you what, how about I come over to your house tomorrow and you tell me all about it, because I have to run over to the hospital real quick to pray for one of my members who has cancer,” Pastor Jackson said, handing Aprila piece of paper and a pen so she could write down her address.

  “I’ll be home all day tomorrow so you can drop by anytime,” April said, handing Pastor Jackson the paper with her address on it.

  “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. You go in peace,” he said as he and a deacon made their exit.

  Jay-Z bumped through the Benz speakers, as Skip pulled into the airport parking lot. “Yo, you heard what Hov just said?” Skip asked, with his face crumbled up.

  “Yeah that nigga killed that shit,” G-money said, bobbing his head to the beat.

  “A’ight, this what we doing,” G-money said, grabbing everybody’s attention. “Me, Skip, Knowledge, and Suge is flying. We’ll meet the rest of ya’ll at the spot when ya’ll touch down.”

  With that being said, a soldier quickly exited the van and slid in the front seat of the Benz.

  Roy and Bumpy just looked on from the sideline.

  Once on the plane, the six gangstas made small talk with one another.

  “Everything a’ight?” G-money asked, looking at Skip.

  “Nah, B. I think I’m out,” he replied.

  “What you mean?” G-money asked, leaning forward.

  “I can’t do this no more,” Skip sighed. “I gotta go straighten shit out with April and my little man.”

  “Yo, what kind of shit is that?” Knowledge hissed.

  G-money quickly hushed him. “It’s about time you started using your head,” G-money said as he gave Skip a hug. “You should have been out the game. You got more tolose than any of us,” he reminded Skip.

  “Yeah I think I’m going to move to Canada and start over fresh,” Skip said. “Plus out there I’ll have a clean record.”

  “Anything I can do to help just let me know,” G-money said as he gave Skip a pound.

  “Knowledge time for you to step up to the plate,” Gmoney announced.

  “That’s what I been waiting for,” Knowledge saidin a cocky tone a
s he gave Suge dap.

  “Be careful what you ask for. People always think they missing something when they on the outside looking in. But when they get in, they realize they ain’t been missing shit,” Skip said, shooting Knowledge a private glance.

  When the plane finally landed, G-money, Knowledge, and Suge all gave Skip a hug and said their goodbyes as they watched Skip hop in a cab.

  “That’s a real motherfucking soldier right there,” Gmoney said, as his eyes got a little misty as he watched the cab’s taillights bend the corner.

  Once the cab was out of eyesight, G-money quickly slid in the back of the limousine with the rest of the crew.

  “Take us to Pauleena’s mansion,” Roy ordered as he opened up a bottle of Henny and poured himself a glass. “Ya’ll make ya’ll self at home.”

  * * * * “Pull over right here real quick,” Skip told the cab driver as he quickly ran up on a brother who was selling roses on the corner. “Let me get two dozen of these shits,” Skipsaid, handing the man a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change brother,” he said as he slid back in the back seat of the cab. For the entire ride, Skip thought about the look on April’s face when he handed her the roses and tell her he was out the game. I hope she’s cool with moving to Canada, Skip thought out loud as the cab pulled up to the dingy apartment building. “Here you go papi keep the change,” Skip said, handing the cab driver a hundred dollar bill.

  Skip hopped up the flight of steps with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to tell April the good news. As soon as Skip entered the apartment with his key, his smile quickly melted into a frown as he heard a man’s voice coming fromthe living room.

  “What the fuck is going on in here?” Skip growled as he entered the living room.

  “Babes what are you doing here?” April asked, jumping up in shock.

  “Fuck all that, what is this nigga doing here?” Skip asked, taking a step closer to the man sitting on the couch.

  “This is the pastor from the church,” April blurted out as she stepped in front of Skip, doing her best to keep him away from the pastor.

  “What the fuck is he doing in my house?” Skip huffed as he pushed April out of his way.

  “Listen brother, I just came over here to pray for your wife,” Pastor Jackson said as he stood up.

  “Well you should have been praying for yourself!”

  “The only person I fear is God,” Pastor Jackson shot back, raising his voice.

  “So you think God can stop me from punching you in your face right now?” Skip asked, balling up his fist.

  Before the pastor got a chance to reply, Skip had already caught him with a two-piece to the chin, dropping him off of impact.

  Skip went in to stomp the pastor out, but April had grabbed him by the waist trying to hold him back.

  “Get the fuck off me,” Skip growled as he turned and slapped April down to the floor.

  “Daddy what are you doing?” Little Michael asked, peeking down the hallway to see what all the commotion was.

  “Its okay Mike. Go to your room. Everything is fine,” Skip said, pasting a fake smile on his face. In that split second, Pastor Jackson quickly made it to his feet and threw Skip in a chokehold from behind.

  “I’m about to send you straight to hell you son of a bitch,” Pastor Jackson snarled, as spit flew from his mouth with every word he spoke. Pastor Jackson quickly dropped to the floor and wrapped his legs around Skip’s waist applying more pressure.

  Once Little Michael saw the pastor put his father in a chokehold, he quickly ran to the phone and dialed 911.

  “Let him go!” April yelled, as she tried to pryPastor Jackson’s arms from around Skip’s neck.

  April looked over and saw Skip gasping for air as his face turned red as an apple. She knew she had to do something and do it fast. With not many options left, April quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Without thinking twice she jabbed the knife in Pastor Jackson’s side three times until he released the hold he had on Skip’s neck.

  “You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” Pastor Jackson grumbled, as he slowly made his way towards April with the devil in his eyes.

  “Just leave,” April yelled as tears ran down her face.

  “I am after I lay hands on you,” Pastor Jackson said in a deadly tone. His mouth had gone dry and sour, his hands curled into fists. As he came forward, she retreated a step. Everything seemed to be going slow inside April’s head, but itmust have all happened in less than a minute.

  “Just leave! If you come any closer, I’m going to stab the shit outta you,” April yelled as she backed into the wall, clutching the knife with two hands.

  Skip slowly made it back to his feet and grabbed the glass vase from off the coffee table. The vase whistled through the air as it violently shattered over the pastor’s head, dropping him instantly.

  “Gimme that knife,” Skip demanded. “I’m about toskin this nigga alive,” he said with venom dripping from his voice.

  Seconds later two cops busted through the front door with their weapons already drawn. “FREEZE!”

  Skip stood over Pastor Jackson’s sprawled out body with the knife glittering in his hand.

  “Don’t make me do it,” one of the officers yelled, halfway squeezing on the trigger.

  “Baby please put down the knife,” April begged.

  With a defeated look on his face, Skip dropped the knife. Immediately the two officers roughly tackled Skip and cuffed him.

  “All I came over here to do was make up with you,” Skip said in a low pitch voice. “I brought you roses and all that. Then I come home and you got a man sitting in the living room,” he said in an unsteady voice.

  “Baby I told him to come over here so he could pray for our marriage,” April said in a weak and shaking voice as she saw the brief look of hurt flashed across her husband’sface.

  “Fuck that praying shit. You know I’m not just going to leave my family hanging,” Skip fumed. “Now I gottaspend time in a fucking cage because you wanted this faggot topray for us,” he said, shaking his head involuntarily.

  Seconds later, Pastor Jackson finally made it back to his feet still a little dizzy. “I want to press charges,” he said pin wheeling his arms to keep his balance.

  “Officer what’s the charges?” April asked. Her face wore a cautious, startled expression.

  “Not certain yet ma’am. Your husband could be charged with assault or maybe attempted murder; it depends,” the officer answered politely.

  “Fuck,” April cursed loudly knowing that everything that had just happened was partly her fault, not to mention Skip was already on the run.

  “Mommy why they got daddy in hand cuffs?” Little Michael whined as he hugged her leg.

  “It’s just a misunderstanding baby,” April criedopenly as she and Little Michael watched as the police took Skip away.

  Chapter10 Paulena

  G-money slid out limo with a smile on his face. “I can definitely see myself in a crib like this real soon,” he said to himself as he admired the huge mansion. In front of the mansion, two Muslim brothers stood holding down the entrance. Each man wore a black suit, along with a red bow tie.

  “What’s up J,” Roy said, extending his hand to one of the Muslims.

  The Muslim looked at Roy’s hand like he had just rubbed it in some shit. “How can I help you brother?”

  “We here to see Pauleena,” Roy said, looking thetwo Muslims up and down.

  “Name please?” the shorter Muslim asked, speaking for

  the first time.

  “What you talking about? I was just here last week. Why

  ya’ll acting like I’m some kind of new nigga?”

  “Name please?” the short Muslim asked, again as he

  cracked his knuckles.

  Roy frowned, but answered regardless. “Roy.”

  Immediately, the taller Muslim spoke into his earpiece. “Yeah we

  got a Roy outside. He says you’re exp
ecting him.”

  Seconds later, the taller Muslim turned to face Roy. “Sorry about

  that brother, just doing my job,” he said, as he lightly frisked,

  each man one by one, before he allowed them to enter. The

  taller Muslim then escorted the men to a room at the end of the

  hallway. “Knock before you enter,” he said in a deep voice as he

  returned back to the front to re-join his partner.

  “Knock, Knock, Knock!”

  “Come in,” a deep voice boomed from the other side of

  the door. Roy and Bumpy entered the office confidently as Gmoney, Suge, and Knowledge brought up the rear.

  G-money saw a very attractive Spanish looking woman

  sitting behind a mammoth oak desk with a seven-foot Muslim

  standing by her side. The seven-foot monster stood with his

  hands clasped in front of him. With the jacket from his suit

  removed, his twin .45’s sat comfortably under his arms in the

  shoulder holster.

  “I delivered just like you asked me to,” Roy said, kissing

  the back of Pauleena’s hand.

  “That’s why I love you,” Pauleena replied with a smile.

  “Now which one of these handsome gentlemen is G-money?”

  she asked as she stood up and slowly walked from behind the

  desk. Once Pauleena was in G-money’s full view, he studied her

  from head to toe. His eyes immediately locked when they came

  in contact with her horse ass. The tight black spandex she wore

  didn’t help the situation at all.

  “I’m G-money,” he said raising his hand.

  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Pauleena said

  shaking his hand. “So who are these two gentlemen?” she