Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  Zora won the battle and slowly began to lick around the rim of his dick with the tip off her tongue, while Nicole dipped her head beneath his balls and started licking in a circular motion. Zora and Nicole both licked and sucked all over Gmoney’s shaft and head. And once he came, the two fought to taste his fluids. No matter how many times G-money came, Zora and Nicole got his dick back hard and took turns riding it over and over again until the sun rose the next day.

  Chapter19 Slavey

  “Yo let me get two of them shits,” an inmate said as he handed Skip a 50-dollar bill. Skip took the money and handed the inmate two small bags of dope.

  “This some good shit you got. If you keep this shit, I’ll have my girl start bringing me more money,” The inmate said as he opened up his package.

  “You already know we only keep the best!” Skip yelled over his shoulder as he exited the man’s cell and headed down the tier.

  “Hey boy!” Sang an unfamiliar voice. Skip stopped and noticed a white man with a baldhead and too many tattoos approaching him.

  “What’s up?” Skip asked, taking a defensive stance.

  “Boy have you lost your fucking mind?” the white man growled. “This is my fucking territory. I know you not dumb enough to be selling on my property without paying rent, and even more importantly without my permission.”

  “Listen…I don’t know what ya’ll skinheads got going on….” “Who the fuck you calling a skinhead?” the white man growled, getting all up in Skip’s face. “My name is Rose,” he yelled in Skip’s face.

  Skip was about to steal on the skinhead until aC.O. strolled up. “Is everything alright over here?” he asked, looking at Rose and Skip.

  “Yeah everything is cool,” Rose said with a warm smile. “Listen you black bastard, I better not catch you slinging on my property again or that’s your ass,” he snarled as he walked off.

  “I’m so scared!” Skip yelled as Rose walked off. “Punk ass white boy,” he said out loud as he headed straight for Ali’s cell.

  Ali sat in his cell shooting the breeze with Lil Bit when Skip walk up in his cell.

  “Yo some skinhead just pressed me, talking about I can’t sell nothing without his permission and if he catch me slangin again, its gonna be a problem.”

  “Which skinhead?” Ali asked in an even tone.

  “That bitch ass cracker standing in the middle,” Skip said, pointing at the pack of skinheads standing together.

  “Oh that’s Rose. He’s the leader of the Aryan Nation,” Lil Bit announced.

  “Aight, I’m about to go over there and holla at that clown,” Ali said as he threw on his white pants.

  “Where the fuck you get those pants from?” Skip asked.

  “These crackers got ya boy working in the messhall (kitchen),” Ali said sourly. “Yo ya’ll wait right here, while I go holla at these skinheads mufuckas,” He said as he headed towards where the Aryan Nation stood.

  “Yo which one of ya’ll fools is Rose?” Ali asked, approaching the group.

  “Who the fuck wants to know?” One of the skinheads shot back.

  “Who’s asking?” Ali fumed.

  “I’m Rose, how can I help you?”

  “I need to speak to you in private?”

  “Right this way,” Rose said as he led Ali inside his cell. “I’m listening.”

  “You had some words with my man earlier. What was that all about?” Ali asked, getting straight to thepoint.

  “Your man was out of line earlier. I caught himon my property.”

  “How you figure?”

  “What you mean how I figure? I caught the cocksucker slinging on my property. He’s lucky I didn’t kill his ass,” Rose said, placing a cigarette in his mouth.

  “I don’t fuck with none of your peoples, so don’t fuck with mine,” Ali declared.

  “You got some big ass balls nigger!” Rose said, blowing smoke in Ali face. “You a new jack in here boy! You ain’t been here for two full years. I heard you were big time while you were on the streets, but in here you ain’t shit buta number big time sumbitch,” he growled inches away from Ali’s face.

  “It’s on you, however you wanna play it; just let me know,” Ali said with a smirk on his face.

  “Boy you dumber than you look,” Rose chuckled as he watched Ali walk off.

  “Yo Ice Pick come here,” Rose called out.

  “What’s up?” Ice Pick asked, cracking his knuckles.

  “Its time to teach the new jack how to play with the big dogs,” Rose raised an eyebrow.

  Chapter20 WorldWarIII

  “So you sure it was one of G-money’s boys who robbed the pizza shop?” Rell asked, his brown eyes glittering dangerously.

  “Me never forget a face,” the Jamaican said in a mellow tone; yet it was firm.

  “A’ight, so it was them who been trying to get at me,” Rell said in deep thought.

  “Let me know me what to do cuz you know me got a hundred yardies ready to lick shots,” the Jamaican said, making a gun with his finger for extra emphasis.

  “I want G-money dead,” Rell stated harshly.

  “Just give me the word,” the Jamaican said with a bugged out look on his face. “Blood clot pussy boys killed my brotha.”

  “A’ight round up your soldiers and go take care of this situation. I want you to take out as many of them as you can. I don’t care if they with their wives, girlfriends, kids or whatever,” Rell said as he studied the Jamaican in front of him.

  “You no worry, Dirty gonna show you how me turnit up,” Dirty said as he filed for the door.

  * * * *

  “Here’s $20,000. I want G-money dead. And once you’re done with him, I want you to kill that Pauleena bitch,” Frankie said, handing Jimmy the money.

  “This ain’t enough,” Jimmy said flatly.

  “Once you get rid of G-money, you’ll get the rest of the money.”

  “I thought you and G-money were cool?” Jimmy asked.

  “We were until he cracked a bottle over my fucking head,” Frankie exclaimed loudly.

  “I’ll kill anybody as long as you paying for it,” Jimmy said with a smile.

  “That’s why I pay you the big bucks,” Frankie countered as the two busted out laughing.

  Chapter21 TheSpotlight

  Knowledge’s Benz pulled up directly in front of the club bumping Camron’s Killa Season c.d. He stepped out of the Benz wearing a black short cut mink with the hood, along with plenty of jewelry. As soon as he stepped foot on the curb, Suge and about seven soldiers awaited his arrival.

  “What’s good my niggaz?” Knowledge said as he and his crew headed straight for the entrance. “I heard they got some bad bitches up in this spot.”

  “Hell yeah, these bitches be looking like porn stars,” Shorty replied, looking like a pervert.

  “Did you bring me what I asked for?” Knowledge

  questioned.

  “Yeah it’s right here,” Suge said as he handed

  Knowledge a book bag. “That’s $10,000 in one’s just like you

  asked.”

  “A’ight good looking baby,” Knowledge said as he

  handed each soldier a stack of singles. “Ya’ll niggaz enjoy

  yourselves and have a good time, I know I am.”

  Once all the strippers saw Knowledge and his crew enter

  the club, they immediately swarmed him and his crewlike sharks

  who smelled blood.

  “Hey what’s up big time?” A dark skin stripper witha stupid fat

  ass spoke. “I ain’t seen you in here for a while.”

  “You know I had to get my one, two on. But withan ass

  that fat, you know I was coming back,” Knowledge said as he

  pulled the stripper down onto his lap.

  “What will you be drinking?” A topless waitress asked

  seductively as she approached the two.

  “Let me get a Vodka and orange juice and get thelady

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sp; “Let me get a Vodka and orange juice and get thelady

  dollar bill down in the waitress’s shorts.

  “Thank you baby and what will you be drinking?” The

  waitress asked looking at Felisha for a response.

  “I’ll have the same thing he’s having,” she replied as she

  straddled her legs around Knowledge’s waist and began to

  slowly gyrate her hips to the music the D.J. was playing. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Knowledge slurred, still

  feeling a buzz from the small bottle of Henny he consumed

  earlier in the night.

  “Just tell momma how you want it and it’s all yours,”

  Felicia whispered in Knowledge’s ear as she took it in her mouth. “You know I want some of that bomb ass head and of

  course you know I can’t let you go with out busting that ass,”

  Knowledge grinned as he cupped both of her ass cheeks with a

  firm grip.

  “You know I got you,” Felicia said, thinking back on the

  first time her and Knowledge had sex. Felicia and about five of

  her co-workers had met Knowledge and a few of his boys at a

  hotel when they got off work. All she could remember was ass

  and titties everywhere, unlimited bottles of champagne and

  Knowledge fucking the shit out of her and her best friend who

  laid next to her.

  “You know I’m down for round two,” Felisha said,

  matching Knowledge’s stare. The conversation was momentarily

  paused when the waitress re-appeared carrying two drinks. “Good looking ma. Keep the change,” Knowledge said

  with a wink.

  The waitress just smiled as she turned and headed back towards

  the bar; throwing a little extra switch in her walkso Knowledge

  could see what she was really working with. Knowledge made a

  mental note to get the Spanish waitress’s number before he left. “So how you wanna do this at a hotel or did you have

  something else in mind?” Felisha asked as she felt Knowledge’s

  manhood began to rise underneath her.

  “We can do it like the last time,” Knowledge replied with

  a smirk.

  “So when do you want to be out?”

  “Let my homies have a little more fun, then we can roll,”

  Knowledge said as he looked over Felisha’s shoulder and saw

  Suge, Shorty, and the rest of the crew toss dollarslike it was

  nothing.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Suge slurred ashe slid a

  hand full of dollars into the stripper’s thong, who stood in front

  of him bent over.

  * * * * Meanwhile, across the street from strip club sat a white van. “As soon as dem blood clot pussy boys come out, I want ya’ll to rinse ya gun in their face,” Dirty said, giving his five soldiers simple instruction.

  “What’s good? You ready to get up out of here?” Knowledge asked, turning to face Felicia.

  “I was born ready,” Felicia replied. “Let me go change and grab a few of my girls then we can be out.” “A’ight bet. Don’t have me waiting all day,” Knowledge said as he slapped Felicia’s ass as she walked off.

  Once Felicia disappeared inside the dressing room, Knowledge quickly made his way over to the bar. As he approached, he noticed some john talking to the Spanish waitress.

  “Here’s a hundred dollars now get lost,” Knowledge said, tossing the hundred dollar bill at the john’s chest.

  “Damn you throw paper away just like that?” The waitress asked with a raised brow.

  “You can’t take it to Heaven or Hell with you, so you might as well spend it,” Knowledge replied with a smile.

  “Uhmm… Excuse me, but I believe I was talking to the lady first,” the john said, tapping Knowledge on his shoulder.

  Knowledge ignored the man and continued on withhis conversation. “So you got a number that I can reach you at?”

  “Hey asshole, I was talking to the lady first,” the john growled as he grabbed Knowledge by his shoulder and spun him around. “I said…”

  “You said what muthafucka!” Knowledge snarled. “Oh I’m sorry Knowledge. I didn’t know that was you,” the john said, copping a plea.

  “Yo get the fuck out my face,” Knowledge quickly dismissed the john.

  “Yo, you good?” Shorty asked with his hand on his 9mm.

  “Yeah everything good, just some chump who madean honest mistake,” Knowledge hissed as he turned his attention back towards the topless waitress. “Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” Knowledge continued smoothly. “Let me get your name and number before I get up outta here.”

  “The name’s Jamie,” she replied as she scribbled down her number on a napkin and slid it over the counter.

  “You’ll be hearing from me soon,” Knowledge said, stuffing the napkin down in his pocket as him, his entourage, and Felicia and a few of her co-workers headed forthe exit. Once outside, the cool air slapped Knowledge and his crew in the face.

  “Damn it’s kinda nippy out here B,” Shorty said out loud as he zipped up his jacket.

  “This that good football weather right here,” Suge said as he noticed a white van crusing through the parking lot.

  Suge quickly reached for his hip until he noticed one of the strippers had dropped her cigarettes. As the stripper bent over to pick up her cigarettes, her ass grabbed theattention of Knowledge and his entire crew. By the time Suge looked back up, he saw the side door of the van open with three men with long dred locks hanging out the side. Each man held a firm grip on a machine gun.

  “Oh shit it’s a hit!” Suge yelled as he quickly pulled his pistol from his waist.

  Once Dirty saw Knowledge and his crew not on point, him and his shooters immediately opened fire on whoever was standing outside at that time. Knowledge’s eyes lit up when he saw a van full of Jamaicans. He quickly snatched his .40 from the small of his back, but it was a little too late. Bullets were already flying through the air.

  One of Knowledge’s soldiers quickly tackled himin an attempt to protect him. In the process the soldier took four bullets in his back and rib cage area.

  “Fuck!” Knowledge cursed loudly as he rolled the dead body off of him and returned fire.

  Dirty and his crew tore up the whole front of the strip club before the van stormed out of the parking lot, burning rubber as it bent the corner.

  Once the bullets finished ringing out, Shorty shot to his feet and tried to chase the van down the street, sending shots in its direction with his 9mm.

  When Knowledge finally made it back to his feet, he saw all of his soldiers sprawled out on the ground, along withFelicia and her crew. “Where the fuck is Suge?” Knowledge thought out loud, as he searched all the bodies that laid before him. “Ahw hell naw!” Knowledge said in a weak voice as he sawSuge laid out on the concrete with two bullets holes in his chest. “You a’ight?” Knowledge asked as he knelt down by Suge’s side.

  “It was all my fault. I seen it coming,” Suge slurred as he broke into a coughing fit.

  “Do me a favor; try not to talk,” Knowledge saidas he pulled out his cell phone and called for an ambulance.

  “You know why this happened right?” Suge asked in a frail voice. “Because I didn’t have my shades on,”he said with a bloody smile.

  Knowledge couldn’t help but chuckle. “You and them damn glasses,” he said, shaking his head. “Just hang in there. You gonna make it.”

  Seconds later, Suge’s body began to shake uncontrollably. His eyes stared off into space as the life drained from his body. “Fuck,” Knowledge whispered as he watched his friend die in his arms.

  “AWWW SHIT!” Shorty huffed as he returned to the scene and saw Suge laid out on the concrete leaking. “Come on B. We can’t stay here,” he said as he heard the sirens getting louder and louder.


  “I ain’t leaving him like this,” Knowledge declared as he held his friend’s hand.

  “We ain’t leaving him because he’s already gone!” Shorty said, placing a hand on Knowledge’s shoulder. “If we don’t leave now, then all three of us gonna be gone you dig?”

  Knowledge slowly let go of Suge’s hand as he dug down in Suge’s left front pocket.

  “Come on man. What the fuck you doing?” Shorty yelled as he watched Knowledge take his sweet time. “Fuck this shit,” he yelled as he jogged towards his truck.

  Knowledge searched Suge’s pockets until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out Suge’s sunglasses and placed them on his face. “My nigga I’mma see you when I see you. But know that whoever did this, is going to pay with their fucking life.”

  “Yo come the fuck on!” Shorty yelled, beeping the horn as he pulled up directly in front of Knowledge. Knowledge took one last look at Suge before he got up and slid in the passenger side of the vehicle. Once he was inside, Shorty putthe pedal to the metal.

  Chapter22 Heat

  “What’s so fucking important that I had to get out my bed at five o’clock in the morning?” G-money asked with a slight attitude.

  “I have something I want to show you,” Pauleena replied with a wicked grin on her face.

  “What’s that?” G-money asked as he noticed that Pauleena had on a wife beater, army pants, and a pair of combat boots.

  “Right this way,” she said as she led G-money, Roy and Malcolm into the next room.

  As soon as G-money entered the room, he noticed a man with long dred locks tied to a chair in the middle of the room. From the bruises on his face he could tell that he probably been getting fucked up for the past 24 hours. “So what’s his story?” G-money asked, with little emotion.

  “I see somebody ain’t been on they job,” Pauleena chuckled. “Did you know that Suge was murdered last night?”

  “Get the fuck outta here,” G-money said fanning her off.