Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “That must be something from your past, because I know you didn’t get like that over night.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to get into all that right now. My main focus tonight is you,” Rell sensually whispered in her ear. “That’s what I like to hear,” Heather said, matching Rell’s stare.

  Mad Dog just shook his head as he pulled up directly in front of the restaurant. “Be easy with this muthafucka,” he said, tossing his keys to the valet parking guy.

  * * * * “So you shot his fucking driver?” Frankie asked, shoving a meatball in his mouth.

  “Yeah you told me to send a message, so that’s what I did,” Jimmy said in an even tone.

  “Yeah, but I think I might need you to send another message that grabs his attention,” Frankie said, biting into a piece of garlic bread.

  “Consider it done,” Jimmy replied with little emotion. Taking a life wasn’t a big deal to Jimmy. He couldcare less. His goal was to be the best in his line of work.

  “I know that fucking moolie damn near shit his draws when he saw a bullet in his drivers head,” Frankie laughed with a mouth full of food.

  “I doubt it,” Jimmy said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Me and him are no different. We are both killers, so the site of blood doesn’t bother us. The only difference between us is I’m a professional killer,” he said, giving Frankie a wink.

  “Fuck that moolie. He’s got some big fucking balls,” Frankie chuckled. “Putting his hands on me, he mustof wanted to die.”

  Jimmy just shook his head and enjoyed a glass ofwine as Frankie continued to go on and on about the situation. Seconds later, Rell strolled up in the restaurant arm and arm with Heather, along with Mad Dog closely on their heels.

  “I don’t believe this shit!” Frankie said, tapping Jimmy to get his attention. Jimmy looked at Rell and chuckled, “speaking of the devil.”

  “What the fuck is that chick doing with that moolie?” Frankie said in a disgusted tone.

  “Looks like they’re on a date,” Jimmy pointed out as he helped himself to another glass of wine.

  “That’s disgusting,” Frankie growled, as he no longer had an appetite. “Fucking niggers should stick to theirown kind.”

  “This ain’t the 40’s any more,” Jimmy reminded his friend.

  “Fuck that, now I really want you to teach this chump a lesson.”

  “Will do,” Jimmy said nonchalantly as he threw on his shades and stood from his seat. “Have my money forme in the morning,” he said with a smile, as he headed for the exit.

  “Don’t worry you’ll get your money,” Frankie yelled out as he watched the natural born killer make his exit.

  Rell sat looking over the menu when he noticed an Italian man wearing dark shades walk past his table icing Heather.

  “Damn he was all in your mouth,” Rell said out loud.

  “Well can you blame him?” Heather asked, batting her eyes.

  “Good point,” Rell chuckled as the waitress approached their table.

  Once the trio ordered their food, the waitress quickly disappeared back into the kitchen.

  “So what do you do for a living?” Heather asked curiously.

  “Oh shit,” Rell chuckled. “Umm…I’m an entrepreneur.”

  “Entrepreneur?” Heather echoed.

  “Yeah, is something wrong with that?” Rell asked defensively.

  “No that’s cool,” Heather said, as the waitress returned to the table carrying three plates.

  “So what do you like to do for fun?”

  “Anything that’s fun or exciting basically,” Heather replied, giving Rell the “I’m down for whatever” eye.

  Rell quickly picked up on the hidden message. “That makes two of us,” he flirted.

  While Rell was talking, Heather had slipped her foot out of her shoe and began rubbing her foot up and down his leg. Rell couldn’t help but get into beast mode.

  “Yo, I’m ready to get up outta here, what about you?” He said, looking at Heather for a response.

  “I thought you would never ask,” Heather said, downing the last corner of wine left in her glass.

  Rell dropped a few bills on the table as the trio quickly made their exit. The whole time, Rell or Mad Dog never noticed Frankie sitting in the cut in the back of the restaurant.

  * * * * “Damn, this where you live?” Rell asked lookingat the fancy house, as Mad Dog pulled up.

  “It sure is.”

  “Damn boss man, her crib is just as big as yours,” Mad Dog said as he placed the vehicle in park.

  “I can wait to give you a tour,” Heather whispered as she slid out of the back seat.

  “Yo, I’mma call you in the morning so you can come pick me up a’ight?”

  “You sure you don’t want me to stay out here until the morning?” Mad Dog asked sternly.

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  “You, sure you trust that bitch enough to stay here all night?” Mad Dog raised an eyebrow.

  “On second thought, I want you to stay put. I’mma go in there, bust her ass like a lobster tail real quick, then I’mma be out,” Rell said as he gave Mad Dog a pound.

  “A’ight handle your business,” Mad Dog said, sliding Rell a condom.

  As soon as Rell stepped into the house, Heather was all over him. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Heather whispered as she darted her tongue in and out of Rell’s mouth. Immediately, Rell scooped Heather up off of her feet.

  “Damn daddy,” she screamed as she wrapped her legs around Rell’s waist. Rell slowly sucked on Heather’s neck as he made his way down to her firm breast. He roughly snatched down the top of her dress and popped one of her titties in his mouth. He sucked on her titties like he was dying of thirst and her breast were the only source of water.

  “Oh shit!” Heather moaned and cursed loudly as she felt her pussy throbbing from anticipation. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered in Rell’s ear as she worked his dick into stiffness with her free hand.

  Rell roughly turned her around, spread her legs, and thrust his dick into her hot, sopping wet pussy. Heather bit her bottom lip and hissed as Rell slid in and out of her. He pushed hard and fast, burying himself as far into her body as he could go. “You like that?” Rell grunted as he pulled Heather’s hair back.

  “Yes, I love it….” Heather sighed.

  Rell gripped her small waist and began to hammer into her harder and harder until he exploded.

  “Damn, you ain’t tell me you had it like that,” Heather said catching her breath.

  “I thought you knew,” Rell countered smoothly. “But yo let me get up outta here.”

  “Where you going?”

  “I have to go take care of some business,” Rellsaid, sliding his p89 back in his waistband.

  “Okay babes, be careful out there and call me when you get home,” Heather said as she walked Rell to the door.

  “A’ight, I got you ma,” Rell winked before he bopped towards the awaiting vehicle.

  “Damn, it took you long enough,” Mad Dog hissed. “What the fuck was you doing in there; making love?” he teased.

  “You know I don’t play no games when it comes to pussy,” Rell reminded his homey.

  The entire time, Jimmy laid on his stomach on a roof a block away from Heather’s house. He whistled tunelessly as he set up his 30-caliber assault rifle. Jimmy zoomed in on Mad Dog’s head as he let the cross hair follow the vehicle as it cruised along the empty streets.

  “So how was it?” Mad Dog asked, nudging Rell with his elbow as he kept his eyes on the road.

  “The pussy was a’ight,” Rell chuckled as he lit up a roach that laid in the ashtray.

  “I knew it,” Mad Dog said with authority. “See if she got any friends next time.”

  “You know I got you,” Rell countered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

  Before Rell could say another word, he heard the driver window shatter as he felt a warm liquid splash across his
face. He quickly looked over to his left and saw Mad Dogslumped over the steering wheel. Before Rell could figure out what was going on, the vehicle swerved into a parked car and flipped over at least 12 times.

  “Bullseye!” Jimmy said out loud as he unscrewed the silencer from his riffle. He quickly broke down his riffle, placed it back in its chest, and fled the scene.

  Two minutes later, Rell finally regained full consciousness. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly as he unlocked his seatbelt and violently crashed onto the ceiling of the S.U.V. Hehad a deep gash above his right eye, along with a huge knot on the corner of his head. Rell crawled out of the front windshield as fast as he could, in fear the vehicle might explode.

  “Muthafuckas!” He cursed as he snatched his p89 from his waistband and let off six rounds into the air. Relllooked down at Mad Dog and quickly turned away. “It’s on,” he said to himself as he headed back in the direction of Heather’s house.

  Heather answered the door and jumped out of fright. She saw Rell standing on the other side of the doorwith blood running down his face. Immediately, she thought he had been shot, especially since she heard gunshots just moments ago. “Baby are you okay?”

  “Yeah I’m fine. I just need to use your phone real quick,” Rell said as he brushed past her and grabbed the cordless phone. On the fourth ring, Debo finally picked up.“Hello?”

  “I told you I wasn’t bugging. Somebody is trying to kill me!” Rell said hotly.

  “What!?”

  “Yo, wake the fuck up!” Rell barked into the reciever. “Muthafuckas just killed Mad Dog!”

  “Who?”

  “I don’t fucking know, but I’m betting it’s the same person who killed my driver. Whoever he is, this muthafucka is a professional.”

  “Where you at? I’m coming to pick you up,” Debo said as he pulled out a pen and jotted down the address. “A’ight I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Don’t move until I get there.”

  “Say no more,” Rell said as he hung up the phone.

  “Are you okay?” Heather asked again, as she poured some alcohol on a paper towel and applied it to thecut above Rell’s eye.

  “Ahww shit!” Rell growled as he pushed Heather’s hand away. “I’mma be aight,” he told her.

  “Who in the world could of done something like this?” Heather wondered out loud.

  “I don’t know, but whoever it was, is going to pay with their life,” Rell huffed, his voice sounding very firm and sure of itself.

  Chapter13 TheMakeover

  “You gonna really have to start laying low,” Roy said as he slowed down for the yellow light.

  “I don’t know how to slow down,” G-money said, lighting up a clip from the ashtray. “How do you slow down when you’re living the fast life?”

  “I don’t know, but you gon have to do something,” Roy said as he turned up the windshield wipers. “This kind of heat is not good for business; I think that’s why Pauleena wants to meet with you.”

  “Listen, with all due respect, Pauleena is not the one out in the streets making sure things run smoothly. No I don’t stand on the corner and sell the drugs myself. I’m the man behind the scene and everybody knows the muthafuckas behind the scene always have the most work to do,” G-money said sternly.

  “I hear you bro,” Roy said as he noticed flashing lights in the rear view mirror. “The fucking cops behind us.”

  “Fuck!” G-money cursed as he removed his .45 from his waistband and placed it in the hidden compartment in the dashboard.

  “Here,” Roy said as he handed G-money his p89. Gmoney quickly tossed the guns inside the stash box as Roy pulled over to the side of the road.

  “Ain’t shit in the trunk right?” G-money asked nervously.

  “Nah, we good,” Roy assured him.

  Detective Nelson slowly eased his way to the passenger door, while Detective Bradley made his way towards the driver’s door.

  “What seems to be the problem Detective?” G-money asked, only cracking his window.

  “Get out the fucking car!” Detective Nelson demanded.

  “For what? It’s pouring down out there,” G-money huffed.

  “Don’t make me have to tell you again,” Detective Nelson warned.

  Roy quickly slid out of the driver seat and held an umbrella over G-money’s head as he eased out of thepassenger seat. “Let’s cut straight to the chase. What the fuck do you want from me?” G-money asked in a bored tone.

  “I’m here to make a deal with you,” Detective Nelson said in an even tone.

  “I’m not a snitch, you know this already.”

  “I’m not asking you to snitch,” Detective Nelson said, sliding a Winston between his lips.

  “Then what the fuck do you want from me?” G-money asked curiously.

  “I need you to do us both a favor and leave town immediately.”

  “Fuck outta here,” G-money chuckled. “I ain’t going no where, you leave town.”

  “Listen, why don’t you stop being so stubborn and quit while you ahead? You done made enough money. Leavetown and never come back. Go see the world and enjoy that money.”

  “And if I don’t?” G-money challenged.

  “Either I’m going to blow your brains out, or I’m going to put you in jail for the rest of your life just like I did your friend Ali.”

  G-money chuckled before he responded. “Detective Nelson your job is to try to lock me up, and my jobis to not get locked up. It’s obvious I’m better at my job then you are at yours.” He raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want tosee me no more, then get some evidence and build a case.”

  “Some people just don’t know how to quit,” Detective Nelson said, shaking his head. “Don’t say I never tried to help you,” he said as he flicked his cigarette and headed back to his unmarked car, with Detective Bradley on his heels.

  “Fuck outta here with that shit,” G-money growled as he slid back in the passenger seat.

  “I don’t know what that muthafucka is up to, but he’s definitely up to something,” Roy said as the engine rattled and the car rolled out into traffic.

  * * * * Roy pulled up in front of Pauleena’s mansion and let the engine die as he and G-money made their way to the front door. Once again, the two Muslim brothers who guarded the door gave them problems. “How I can I help you brother?” The shorter one asked.

  “You already know who we here to see,” Roy hissed. “Hold your arms out please,” the taller one spoke for the first time.

  Roy and G-money did what they were told so they could get the bullshit over with as soon as possible. The two Muslim guards frisked the two thugs before letting them enter.

  “I’m going to put a bullet in the back of that short muthafucka’s head one of these days,” G-money saidas the two reached Pauleena’s office. Before Roy got a chanceto knock on the door, Pauleena had already opened it.

  “Gentlemen, so glad ya’ll could make it. Come in,” she said as she stepped to the side. “Malcolm, get these gentlemen something to sip on please.”

  The seven-foot monster gave G-money a nasty look before he headed over to the mini bar and fetched a bottle of champagne.

  “So what’s so important that I had to rush overhere at nine o’clock in the morning in this nasty weather?”G-money asked as he sipped from his glass.

  “What the fuck happened to Bumpy?”

  “The cops…”

  “I’m talking to G-money,” Pauleena said as she quickly hushed Roy.

  “Well basically we was in a night spot and shitgot a little out of hand,” G-money shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

  “That’s it? Shit just got out of hand?” Pauleena asked with a bit of venom in her voice.

  “Shit happens.”

  “Well next time make sure shit just don’t happen. Bumpy was a good brother and I don’t like losing my men,”Pauleena said in a matter of fact tone.

  “I hear you.”

  “Well basically what I called you over here for, is t
o give you a makeover.”

  “A makeover?” G-money echoed. “What kind of makeover?”

  “Not the kind of makeover you thinking about,” Pauleena said, downing her drink. “You hotter than a fire cracker and we have to do something to get this heat off of you and keep it off of you.”

  “So what did you have in mind?”

  “I’m going to take you and Roy shopping,” Pauleena said with a smirk on her face.

  “Shopping?” Roy said as he turned and faced G-money.

  “Yeah shopping, come on lets make it happen. Thelimo is out front waiting for us,” Pauleena said as she headed for the door with Roy and G-money in tow.

  Malcolm searched underneath and all around the limo for anything suspicious before he allowed Pauleena to enter.

  “Where’s your home boy Knowledge?” Pauleena asked, popping open another bottle champagne.

  “He’s in the hood getting that new product out on the streets.”

  “How’s it going so far?”

  “Everything is good. He said the streets is buzzing about this new product,” G-money said as he split open a Dutch Master and dumped the guts inside the wastebasket.

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  “Me and my niggaz been had the streets. All we lacked was the banging product,” G-money said.

  “Getting the streets back is not the problem. Keeping them boys (cops) off your ass is the problem.”

  “So how do you plan on keeping Rosco (cops) off my ass?” G-money chimed.

  “Simple; first I’m going to take you and Roy to go pick up some suits. Then, you two are going to stick with me so ya’ll can stay outta trouble.”

  “Hang with you? Nah, I ain’t tryna be doing a whole bunch off girl shit you dig?” G-money said, takinga long drag from his blunt.

  “Girl shit, what the fuck you talking about? We partying tonight. This nigga got me fucked up,” Pauleena said as she gave Malcolm a pound. Malcolm didn’t respond instead he just grinned.

  “Knowledge strolled through the housing projects like he owned them, with Suge following closely behind him.

  “Finally shit is back to normal,” Knowledge said outloud as he saw a fiend stretched out on the bench with caked up slime on both corners of his mouth.