Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  asked, looking at Knowledge and Suge.

  “This right here is my number two man, Knowledge.” “Nice to meet you Knowledge,” Pauleena greeted him. “And this is my main muscle right here, Suge.” “Nice to meet you Suge.”

  “The pleasure is all mine,” Suge replied with a warm

  smile.

  “Roy, I need a favor.”

  “What up?”

  “Could you and Bumpy please take these two gentlemen

  out to the bar so I can have a word with G-money alone?” “No problem,” Roy said as he, and Bumpy escortedSuge

  and Knowledge to the bar area of the mansion.

  “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice,”

  Pauleena said, pouring her and G-money a glass of Remy. “It’s all good. My ears are always open when it comes to

  money,” G-money said, gladly excepting the drink.

  “Okay let’s get straight down to business then,”Pauleena

  said as she sat on the couch cross-legged next to G-money.

  “From what I hear, you and your partner Ali had the streets on

  lock until Detective Nelson made Frankie stop supplying ya’ll with

  work. That’s when Rell got his hands on the product ya’ll used to

  have and ran with it.”

  “How the fuck do you know all that?” G-money asked a

  little puzzled.

  “I’m like the F.E.D.S. I know everything,” she chuckled.

  “But basically, I brought you here because I know we can help

  each other.”

  “How you figure?” G-money asked, sipping the liquid fire. “Simple, I want you and your crew to join my family,”

  Pauleena paused to take a sip. “You will never have to worry

  about finding a connect ever again. I get my shit straight from

  the Cuban’s pure uncut shit.”

  “Damn, you the answered to all my problems then,” Gmoney chuckled. “Only problem is I’m hot right now, the

  F.E.D.S. is all over me and I wouldn’t want to bring any of my

  heat down on you; Smell me?”

  “The F.E.D.S. are the least of my worries sweetie. I got a

  few judges and district attorney’s on my payroll. We all family,

  one hand wash the other.”

  “What about all the trap houses, you got pumping in the

  south?”

  “You join our family and you’ll get a piece of all the

  action. Plus when I hit you with that bomb work, wegoing to

  shut down the entire Harlem area; not to mention upstate New

  York, like Buffalo and Syracuse,” Pauleena said, pointing to the

  floor. “My boy Roy got more than enough soldiers onstand by

  for anything. For instance, like that little problem you got with

  Rell. I can get that handled for you, along with that cocksucker

  Detective Nelson just like that,” she said, snapping her fingers

  for extra emphasis.

  “Nah, I gotta handle Rell myself,” G-money told her. “I know you got your pride and everything, but you

  gonna have to be smarter about your decisions especially with

  the F.E.D.S. on your back.”

  “Yeah you right about that,” G-money agreed. “Well it

  looks like we have ourselves a deal. I would love to join the

  family.”

  “You made a good decision,” Pauleena said, leaning over

  to give G-money a hug.

  G-money embraced Pauleena tightly until he felt his cell

  phone vibrating on his hip. Before G-money could reach for his

  cell phone, the sevenfoot monster was already in motion. The

  big man quickly grabbed G-money’s wrist with one hand,

  clutched the back of his neck with the other. “Don’t move!” His

  voice boomed like thunder.

  “Malcolm,” Pauleena said, giving him a look that said its

  okay. The seven-foot monster quickly released his grip. “Fam, don’t put ya hands on me again,” G-money said in

  a cold tone as he answered his phone. “Yeah who dis?” “It’s me Skip.”

  “What’s good, you changed your mind already?” Gmoney said playfully.

  “Nah, I’m in jail,” Skip said in an un-even tone. “Get the fuck outta here,” G-money said in disbelief. “True story.”

  “How? I was just with you?” G-money asked. “I went to the crib trying to surprise April with the good

  news, and I found her in the living room with a preacher.” “A preacher?” G-money echoed. “Them niggaz be the

  biggest freaks.”

  “I be knowing.”

  “So what you did to that clown?” G-money asked,

  already knowing how bad his long time friend’s temper was. “I tried to kill that fucking faggot,” Skip told him. “How

  did everything go with the Pauleena chick?”

  “Everything is good on this side,” G-money said, not

  wanting to talk about that, especially on a jail line. “I’m gonna

  send Mr. Goldberg down there first thing in the morning.” “A’ight good looking. I’m about to get comfortable for my

  little vacation, just hold me down on the commissary end.” “You know I got you,” G-money told him.

  “A’ight, I’mma keep in touch my nigga, one.” “One.”

  “Everything a’ight?” Pauleena asked, sipping from her

  glass.

  “Nah, a good friend of mine just got knocked.” (Locked

  up)

  “What’s his name? I might can have my peoples pull

  some strings.”

  “Nah, he gon have to sit for this one,” G-money said,

  shaking his head. “He was already on the run.”

  “Damn, he gon definitely have to hold that down,”

  Pauleena agreed. “I want you to start thinking before you react” “What you mean?” G-money asked a little confused. “I mean let the soldiers do their job, that’s what we pay

  them for, you going to have to stop letting your pride and

  temper get the best of you.”

  “Yeah, you right.”

  “Two weeks with me and you’ll be looking at thegame in

  a totally different way,” Pauleena told him.

  “We’ll just have to see about that.”

  “What’s the word on the streets?” Rell asked, flipping

  through the daily newspaper.

  “We still haven’t heard shit on who could of killed our

  driver,” Debo shrugged his shoulders.

  “Nobody ain’t heard nothing?”

  “I put the word out and nothing came back yet,”Debo

  said. “I still think you should stay in the house until me and Mad

  Dog get to the bottom of this.”

  “Fuck outta here. Rell don’t hide from nobody,” he

  grunted, speaking of himself in third person.

  “Nah, I’m not saying for you to be hiding out, I’m just

  thinking it would be safer to get to the bottom of this shit first,”

  Debo said humbly.

  “I don’t pay you to think, I pay you to bust heads,” Rell

  shot back.

  Before Debo could respond, somebody rang the doorbell.

  Debo quickly grabbed his shotgun that rested on the coffee table

  as he headed towards the door. He looked through the peephole

  and let out a sigh of relief when he recognized the person

  standing on the other side.

  “Detective Nelson, what a pleasant surprise.” “Out of my way shit face,” Detective Nelson barked as he

  brushed past the big man.

  “How can I help you Detective?” Rell asked, folding his

  hands in front of him.

  “I need you to help me find this scum bag named Big


  Mel, he used to run with Ali and G-money before we shut them

  down.”

  “A’ight, I’ll see what I can do.”

  “No, make it happen,” Detective Nelson fumed.

  “Be easy, I said I got you,” Rell said. “I heard about what

  happened to you.”

  “That bastard is going to pay with his life,” Detective

  Nelson spat.

  “I’ll have something for you by the end of the week,”

  Rell told him.

  “Cool, you got that for me?” Detective Nelson said,

  shooting Rell a private glare.

  “Yeah, Debo go get Detective Nelson his money,”Rell

  ordered. “So what are you going to do when you find this

  fucker?”

  “You don’t even want to know,” Detective Nelsonsaid

  with venom dripping from his voice. “I’m about to go check out

  this address I got for him. I doubt if he’ll be there, but I’m going

  to go check it out anyway when I leave here.”

  “I’ll have a address for that cocksucker in a week, but

  I’m going to need a favor too,” Rell said, turning to face the

  Detective. “Somebody killed my driver last week andI need you

  to find out if it’s something serious or not. I didn’t get a word

  from the streets, so I’m not taking this too serious; you dig?” “I’ll look into that for you,” Detective Nelson said, taking

  the duffle bag from Debo. “I’ll see ya’ll in about a week,” he said

  as he filed for the door.

  Chapter11 Isolaion

  “Ninty-nine, a hundred,” Ali huffed out of breath as he got up from doing some push-ups. Ali stretched his arms, and then splashed some water on his face when he heard a light tapping on his cell door. When he turned around he saw Ms. Ruby standing admiring him.

  “Hey what’s up Crystal?” Ali greeted the young C.O. “I’m surprised you remembered my name,” Crystal blushed. “Did you finish those books yet?”

  “Yeah both of them shits were fire.”

  “I told you, you would like em,” Crystal said, checking out how good Ali looked in his wife beater. “Can I tell you something?” She asked in a little schoolgirl voice.

  “Yeah, what up?”

  “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “Embarrassed about what?” Ali asked, moving towards the cell door.

  “I feel so silly telling you this, but I had the biggest crush on you.”

  “You knew me before I came here?” Ali asked.

  “Nah, I didn’t know you. I’m from Buffalo.” She chuckled. “But when I go clubbing, me and my girlsalways go to the city. One night I was at the club with my home girl and you and your crew strolled up in there like ya’ll ownedthe place. The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted you.”

  “So why you ain’t holla at me?”

  “I was scared. Most high status guys like to disrespect women and I thought you were just like the rest, but when I spoke to you last month when I brought you those books, I found out you were different.”

  “Nah, I would never disrespect a black queen, unless she’s asking to be disrespected you dig?”

  “Yeah, I feel you. I’m just upset I had to finally meet you like this,” Crystal said, looking in Ali’s eyes.

  “Yeah me too,” Ali quickly looked away.

  “When do you get out the box?”

  “Next week finally,” Ali replied gladly.

  “That’s good news, I gotta get outta here, but I guess I’ll be seeing you around,” Crystal said in a seductivetone.

  “I guess so,” Ali said, returning her stare.

  “Catch you later,” Crystal said as she spun on her heels and walked off.

  Once Ms. Ruby was gone, Ali threw some more cold water on his face to try to calm his hormones down. Ali felt bad for flirting with another woman. He knew it wasn’t right, but the dog in him tried to convince him that flirting wasn’t cheating. After 20 minutes of recking his brain, Ali laid on his bunk until he drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * Detective Nelson pulled up in front of the addresshe had for Big Mel, with three officer dressed in street clothes along with him. Each man had a murderous look on their face, as they approached the apartment building.

  “Whoever get the shot on this cocksucker first, take it,” Detective Nelson ordered, as he removed his .357 from its holster as the foursome entered the building. Detective Nelson eased along the wall holding his .357 with two hands as he gave the other officers a silent signal with his hands.

  Detective Bradley shot the lock off the door, then placed his back against the wall as the two plain clothes soldiers ran in the apartment, followed by Detective Nelson. After a quick search the officers found that the apartment was empty.

  “Its all clear,” Detective Bradley yelled, holding his shotgun.

  “What do we do now boss?” One of the officers asked.

  “Send a message,” Detective Nelson said with a sharp edge in his voice.

  The three officers looked on as Detective Nelson pulled a lighter from his pocket. With a light flick, the first thing Detective Nelson set on fire was the curtains followed by the kitchen table cloth, and the old looking sofa. Before the flames could maximize, Detective Nelson and his officers smoothly made their exit.

  “This is just the beginning,” Detective Nelson said heatedly as he pulled out unto traffic. “I’m going to make this cocksucker suffer,” he continued his rant.

  “I told you, you should of never started doing business with those animals. These fucking guys would sell crack to their own family members, no way you can trust guys like that,” Detective Bradley spoke openly.

  “This is not about trust, it’s about money,” Detective Nelson said, giving Det. Bradley a private glare. “Money talks and bullshit walks a marathon.”

  “You right about that,” Det. Bradley agreed.

  Detective Nelson got ready to say something else, but his ringing cell phone momentarily paused the conversation. “Yeah who’s this?” He answered.

  “This is the captain speaking, where’s location?” He asked.

  “Not far, I’m cruising through Harlem right now. Why what’s up?” Detective Nelson chimed as he slowed down for the yellow light.

  “Get to the station A.S.A.P. I need to have a word with you. It’s urgent,” the Captain said in a stern voice.

  “I’m on my way,” Detective Nelson said, ending the conversation. Twenty minutes later, he strolled confidently inside the precinct snacking on a glazed donut.

  “The Captain wants to see you in his office,” the desk officer said the minute he laid eyes on Detective Nelson.

  “I’m heading that way now,” Detective Nelson replied with a smile. As soon as he stepped in the office, he saw the Captain sitting back in his chair with a nasty look on his face.

  “Hey what’s up Captain? What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until later?” He asked as he helped himself to a seat.

  “We have a problem,” the Captain said in a low tone.

  “What else is new?”

  “No, we have a serious problem,” the Captain said, turning to face Detective Nelson. “Your friend Gerald has got to go.”

  “Who, G-money?” Detective Nelson asked intensely.

  “Yes G-money,” the Captain answered swiftly, letting the name roll off his tongue.

  “Why? Ali is already behind bars. I got a medal for that collar. What is that not good enough?”

  “Listen a lot of people want this guy fried, a lot of heavy hitters if you know what I mean,” the Captain said, raising an eyebrow.

  “I thought the F.E.D.S. were already building a case on that cocksucker?”

  “They are, but they’re taking too long. My people are upset because they haven’t been able to get shit on him.”

  “Bullshit, he goes to court in two months. He’s bound to get three and a
half years tops,” Detective Nelson said, his voice sounding very firm and sure of it.

  “Fuck three and a half years! The people over myhead want this guy either in a cell with no key or in a fucking bag,” the Captain said with a lot of emotion. “They’re really upset because Ali wouldn’t give up no information on nobody in his organization, not to mention somebody else from their organization just got arrested and didn’t say a word.”

  “What’s the guy’s name who just got arrested?” Detective Nelson asked.

  “If I’m not mistaking I think it was Skippy or Skipper.”

  “Skip, yeah I know him,” Detective Nelson chuckled. “So what do you need me to do?”

  “I need you to take G-money down like you did Ali, but I would appreciate it if you put a bullet in his head.”

  “But he’s no longer a factor. Their dynasty is done.” Detective Nelson said, sitting up in his chair.

  “It doesn’t matter. The people over my head want him dead, and I’m over your head, and I want you to kill this cocksucker by any means necessary; no questions asked,” the Captain said, laying seven big stacks of money on his desk. “So what’s it going to be?”

  Detective Nelson chuckled as he stuffed the stacks of money in his jacket pocket and made his exit.

  The F.E.D.S. stood on the roof taking pictures of Gmoney and the warehouse he held his meetings at.

  G-money slid out of his Range Rover and looked over both shoulders as his construction Timberlands sunkinto the fresh white snow. As G-money headed towards the entrance, the wind whined louder and began to flutter the collar of his jacket. “Damn its fucking brick out here,” he said blowingon his hands in an attempt to keep them warm.

  “What’s good my niggaz?” G-money said as he entered the warehouse. “Let’s get straight down to business,” he said, rubbing his hands together greedily. “We got the new product ready. Now I need all of ya’ll to get out and spread the word that we’re back and we ain’t going nowhere; you dig?” He paced the floor. “Give out some samples to the main customers so the word can spread faster.”

  “Don’t even worry about it. You know I’mma get the hood back poppin again,” Knowledge boasted.

  “Oh yeah and make sure ya’ll watch ya steps, cause the word on the streets is the F.E.D.S. are trying to builda case on us, or should I say me,” G-money chuckled. “Just hold it down out there in them streets,” he said as he watched as his crew all exited from the back of the house going to handle their business.