Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “I think I got something that might put a smileon your face,” Detective Bradley said with an evil smirk on his face.

  “Lay it on me,” Detective Nelson said dryly.

  With the same evil smirk, Detective Bradley handed his partner a video tape.

  “Great, another one of your porno’s,” Detective Nelson joked as he popped the tape in the old VCR that saton top of his small T.V.

  The smile on Detective Nelson’s face quickly faded into a stone serious face. On the tape, Detective watched Knowledge murder the store clerk in cold blood. “Is this who I think it is?” He asked just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

  “Yup, it sure is…that cocksucker, Knowledge,” Detective Bradley chuckled. “For a name like Knowledge, he sure is dumb.”

  “Lets get this warrant drawn up so we can go collar that prick.”

  “One step ahead of you,” Detective Bradley said, holding up the warrant with a smile.

  “I could kiss you right now,” Detective Nelson said as he hopped up, threw on his jacket, and headed out thedoor. When G-money and Eraser Head stepped inside the hotel room, the strong smell of weed, pussy, and perfume all mixed together attacked their nostrils. Inside the room, Uncle Luke’s “Doo-Doo Brown” was blasting from the mini speakers, while strippers, hoes, chicks from the hood, and everybody was in their underclothes having a good time; a few didn’teven have on clothes.

  G-money turned and saw Eraser Head standing closely behind him. “Enjoy yourself brother,” he said, patting Eraser Head on the back. With that being said, Eraser Headquickly helped himself to a seat on the couch and pulled a thick stripper down onto his lap.

  G-money smiled, then quickly made his way to the back of the room where he found Knowledge sitting on the bed with a bottle of Grey Goose in his hand, and a stripper’shead bobbing up and down between his legs.

  “No homo,” G-money said as he sat down on the bed next to Knowledge. “You know you not suppose to be drinking, especially while you on them pain killers.”

  “Man fuck those pain killers,” Knowledge huffed. “This my pain killer right here,” he said, holding up thebottle.

  “So this is it, huh?” G-money said in almost a whisper.

  Knowledge let out a light chuckle. “All good must come to an end, but it was definitely fun while it lasted,” he said, thinking back on all the fun times.

  “Better to leave the game this way, instead of the other two ways,” G-money said half jokingly.

  “So I guess when you leave here, its back to business huh?”

  “Yeah as soon as I leave here, me and the goons going to hop on the plane and head to Miami for Roy’s birthday party,” G-money informed him.

  “I’m heading to Philly,” Knowledge whispered.

  “Don’t worry. You know me and the goons gonna come through and visit you,” G-money assured him as he grabbed the bottle of E & J that sat on the night stand.

  “You know I’mma be good wherever I go,” Knowledge said, raising his bottle.

  “I taught you well,” G-money joked as he touched bottles with Knowledge and grabbed the nearest chick next to him.

  “Yo I heard Coco laid up in the hospital,” Skip surmised as him and Ali walked the yard.

  “Word? What happened?” Ali asked, looking aroundthe yard.

  “I heard some cats tried to off G-money and shewas with him,” Skip answered.

  “Damn, shit still popping out in the streets like that?” Ali wondered out loud.

  “You know shit don’t change,” Skip said as he grilled one of Rose’s workers, as the two passed each other. “I can’t stand them white motherfuckers!”

  “Don’t even worry about them. We gon be busting they head’s real soon,” Ali said as the two walked up on Loco, who was surrounded by a pack of Bloods.

  “My nigga Loco, what’s poppin?” Ali said as he gave him a pound.

  “Ain’t shit, just chilling with a few of the homey’s,” Loco replied.

  “Check it…I need to holla at you for a second.”

  “Yeah, I need to holla at you too,” Loco said as the two walked a few feet away from the crowd, so they could speak in private.

  “What’s on ya mind?” Loco asked as he spat on the ground.

  “Well basically, we been getting complaints about the dope you been getting. The shit ain’t selling because the shit Rose and them putting out, is more potent.

  “Yeah I know, but that’s the best I can do,” Loco said, looking over at Rose and the rest of the white brotherhood who stood across on the other side of the yard.

  “Don’t even worry about it. I got my man G-money sending us some pure shit. The shipment should be arriving in about three days,” Ali said, trying to read Loco’s face. “Everything will still be run the same, only difference is the new product.”

  “Nah, that’s cool, I don’t have a problem with that,” Loco replied as he fished in his pocket and handed Ali apiece of paper.

  Ali read the document closely before a smirk danced on his lips. “This shit says that your appeal came through.”

  “I know. My lawyer came and delivered the news to me yesterday. Motherfucker said I’ll be out of here in three weeks,” Loco announced proudly.

  “That’s what’s up,” Ali said as he handed Loco back the document.

  “But what I wanted to ask you was,” Loco leanedcloser to Ali’s ear. “Would you be able to get me some work out on the streets?”

  “Definitely. I’mma set you up with my man G-money. He could use a little more muscle,” Ali told him.

  “As long as I’m getting paid, I’ll do whatever,” Loco said seriously. “Fuck that, I gotta eat…feel me?”

  “I can dig it,” Ali said, knowing how hard it was for brothers to get a job, especially with a felony. “You family now. And one thing we do, is take care of family.”

  Chapter35 HappyBithday

  G-money, Eraser Head, and four other goons stepped out of the airport terminal and slid into the awaiting limo.

  “I love it out here in Miami,” Eraser Head said, staring out the window, taking in the view.

  “I love it out here too. But first things first, we gotta get our hands on some hammers,” G-money said as he popped open a bottle of Grey Goose and turned it up as his face crumbled up.

  “Yeah cause these country niggaz like to play with them choppers,” Eraser Head agreed. “Plus, you know they hate New York niggaz.”

  As the two men spoke, the driver of the limo rolled down the thin glass that separated him from the passengers. “Check in that small box right there,” he said, pointing to the box. “Pauleena placed three 9mm’s in there for ya’ll.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Eraser Head said, snatching the three burners from the box, handing them to three of the goons. “Ya’ll niggaz better not be scared to use these shits either!”

  “Never that,” a goon wearing a du-rag replied, admiring the handgun like it was a piece of gold.

  The limo pulled up in front of the club and outside looked more like a parade or a block party, instead of a club.

  “Damn!” Eraser Head said out loud, refering to the Miami women. “Bitches not playing no games out here.”

  “This what I live for,” G-money slurred, as he slid from the back of the limo looking fresh to death. He wore a snug fitting white thermal shirt; his blue Tru Religions hung over his crisp, yellow construction boots. His braids hung to the top part crisp, yellow construction boots. His braids hung to the top part degree angle.

  As G-money, Eraser Head, and the goons headed for the entrance, they noticed a royal blue, old school Chevy with some big ass rims pull up in front of the club bumping some down south shit. Roy slid out the Chevy wearing all black, with way too much jewelry on. He had on three chains, a pinky ring, on each finger, and a big ass diamond studded bracelet.

  “Birthday boy! What’s good?” G-money said as hegave Roy a pound followed by a hug.

  “Ready to get m
y party on,” Roy replied with a warm smile.

  As soon as G-money, Roy, and the crew stepped in the club, the heavy bass from the speakers slapped themin the face.

  Mike Jones’ “Drop and Gimme 50” was blaring through the speakers and the club was jammed packed, and popping.

  As Roy and G-money snaked through the club, allthe chicks reached and pulled at the tip of their shirts.

  G-money cupped his chain in his hand as he continued to squeeze through the club.

  Roy made sure he stayed close behind G-money and Eraser Head until this thick, caramel joint, with anice weave grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her.

  “Damn!” Roy said to himself. The caramel chick’s ass was so big that he could see it from the front. “I’m about to bust this shit wide open,” Roy said to himself as he cuffed caramel’s ass and pulled her towards him as their bodies swayed to the beat.

  G-money, Eraser Head, and the goons reached the V.I.P. section, but came to a hault. The big bouncer stoodin front of the V.I.P section with his arms folded. “Get away from here!” He barked.

  “What you mean?” G-money said with his face in a frown.

  “You don’t speak English? Get the fuck away from here!” The big bouncer yelled, unfolding his arms.

  G-money and the goons took a step forward, but before shit got a chance to jump off, Malcolm touched the big bouncer’s shoulder and whispered. “Its cool they with us.”

  With that being said, the big bouncer stepped to the side and let G-money and his crew pass.

  “Faggot!” G-money hissed making sure he bumped the bouncer as he passed.

  “You always getting into some shit,” Pauleena smiled as she gave G-money a hug.

  “Motherfuckers always wanna be tough,” G-money said, looking back in the bouncer’s direction.

  “Fuck that nigga,” Pauleena said, fanning her hand. “We came here to have a good time and celebrate my man’s B-day. Don’t want to fuck it up by having to bust a fool’s head,” she said with a smirk on her face.

  G-money returned the smile as he checked out Pauleena’s merchandise when she wasn’t looking. She wore a skin tight, red leather one piece, with a pair of red pumps to match. The top of her one piece was in the form ofa wife beater. On her wrist, she wore three woman bracelets on each wrist.

  “Come help me drink this and shut up,” Pauleenasaid, taking G-money out of his thoughts.

  “Pop that shit open,” G-money replied as he watched a few cats on the dance floor do a stupid dance he had never seen before. “These some dancing motherfuckers,” he said, shaking his head, helping himself to a drink.

  “Nah, these down south niggaz just know how to have a good time,” Pauleena said, trying to do the SouljaBoy dance.

  “Fuck all that. Who is these chicks you got up in this section?” G-money said, checking out the eye candy.“You stay with some bad bitches around.”

  “I keep a lot of male company around, so it’s always good to keep some pussy around. That way, everybodyain’t gotta be all rowdy all the time,” she said, looking G-money up and down.

  “Well if you don’t want me all rowdy, then I think you should introduce me to this lovely looking sister with the blonde weave,” G-money said, licking his lips as he eyed the half naked woman.

  “You’ll stick your dick in anything,” Pauleena sucked her teeth. “Come on.”

  After Pauleena introduced G-money to miss thing with the blonde hair, she helped herself to another drink, as she looked at the sea of black, sweaty faces on the dance floor. Everything was going cool, until she spotted the person she was looking for.

  Romelo stepped in the club with a pretty young girl on each arm, followed by two, seven foot, 300-pound bodyguards.

  From where Pauleena was standing, she could tell that the older man was about his business from the way everyone cleared his path or either broke their necks to shake his hand. For a man in his middle 50’s, Romelo didn’t look aday over 30. He wore his hair in a low czar, with his sideburns connecting down to his goatee. And to top it off, he wore an all white tailor made, Armani suit, with a pair of white Stacy Adamsto match. The red hankercheif in his upper left jacket pocket matched the red tie that hung neatly around his neck. As soon as Romelo and his entourage reached the V.I.P. section, a bouncergreeted him with a head nod, and stepped to the side.

  “Hey gorgeous…let me get a couple of bottles of champagne over here,” Romelo whispered in the waitress’s ear, as he slapped her on the ass as she passed.

  “It’s popping in this motherfucker tonight,” Romelo said to his bodyguard, as he placed his suit jacket behind his chair and took a seat.

  “It’s some nice talent in here,” the head of hissecurity, Tango replied, looking at the crowd through his dark tinted shades.

  “Yo where you going?” G-money yelled out.

  “I’m about to go holla at this old head real quick,” Pauleena replied as her and Malcolm headed over to the other side of the club, where Romelo and his people were.

  Romelo sat bobbing his head, sipping on some champagne as one of his tenderoni’s whispered in his ear, telling him what she wanted to do to him, as she placed her hand on his dick in plain view.

  Romelo had a smirk on his face until he saw Tango and his other bodyguard rush toward the V.I.P entrance.

  “Sorry brother, this is a private party,” Tango said, blocking Malcolm’s path. “But you can definitely come hang out,” he said, checking out Pauleena’s goodies.

  “She’s not going anywhere without me,” Malcolm yelled over the music.

  “You wanna run that by me again?” Tango’s eyebrows rose over his sunglasses.

  “Its cool I’m a big girl,” Pauleena said, placing a hand on Malcolm’s chest.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah I’m good.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Malcolm said, his eyes still on Tango.

  As Pauleena approached Romelo, she saw a curiouslook on his face. “Its cool I come in peace,” she told him, holding up both palms.

  “Come in peace or leave in pieces,” Romelo countered.

  Pauleena brushed off the last comment, only because she was on a mission. “I think we need to talk.”

  “Money talks,” he said in an uninterested tone as he sipped from his champagne flute.

  “I only talk money,” Pauleena replied, her tonea little more aggressive.

  Romelo nodded and sipped some more. “Well have a seat then.”

  “I’m going to get straight to the point,” Pauleena said leaning forward. “I need a good price on some dope and word on the streets is, you the man to see.”

  Romelo took his time to reply. “So what did you say your name was again?”

  “Pauleena!”

  “Pauleena, huh?” He said rubbing his chin. “I heard your name before. Word is, you the woman to see out in Florida and New York, if you want some good coke. Correct me, if I’m wrong.”

  “I don’t know about all that. I’m just trying toget my hands on some dope that’s all,” Pauleena said, making sure she was careful with her words.

  Romelo let out a light chuckle. “I like your style,” he said, fishing around in his pocket. “Tonight I’m here to party, but here’s my card,” he handed it to her. “Call me tomorrow and we can talk a little more.”

  “Thanks for your time,” Pauleena said, stickingthe card down in her one piece as she stood up to leave.

  Romelo’s eyes were glued to Pauleena’s fat ass as it switched up and down in her red leather pants. “Nowthat’s an ass!” He grumbled, helping himself to another glass of champagne. One of the girls on Romelo’s arm suckedher teeth. “Damn daddy, is her ass fatter then mines?” She asked as she stood up and started shaking her ass in his face to Flo-rida’s song “Low”.

  “Hell naw her ass ain’t fatter than yours,” Romelo lied as he slapped the fat ass in front of him.

  “Everything good?” G-money asked when Pauleena returned to
the V.I.P. section.

  “Its all good,” she replied with a wink.

  Chapter36 TheSteetsTalk

  “Take that shit the fuck off!” Rell growled as he pressed his p89 against the young worker’s temple.

  “Man you must not know who you fucking with,” the young hustler grunted as he removed his chain from around his neck, and handed it to the gunman. “I work for G-money,” the young hustler said proudly.

  Rell and Debo busted out laughing. “Nigga shut the fuck up and gimme the mailbox key,” Debo huffed as he searched the young hustler’s pockets, while Rell kept him frozen at gunpoint. Once Debo found the mailbox key, he quickly opened up the mailbox. A smirk danced on his lips as he pulled two big stacks of money from the mailbox, and placed them in his back pocket.

  “It’s all good. I’mma see you again,” the young hustler beamed, more out of pride than anything.

  “I hope so,” Rell chuckled. “Make sure you tell your boss Rell did this to you,” he said as he popped a shot in each one of the young hustler’s legs.

  “Ahwwww shit!” The young hustler screamed out in excruciating pain.

  “Enjoy your wheel chair faggot,” Rell laughed out loud as he threw the young hustler’s chain around his neck as he and Debo made their exit, leaving the youngin laid out, leaking in the lobby.

  Loco stepped in Ali’s cell and saw him, Skip, and two other goons sitting down, chopping it up.

  “My niggaz, what its looking like?” He asked, giving everybody a pound.

  “You tell me,” Ali replied as he grabbed his tang container from out of the toilet bowl and took a sip, then placed it back in the toilet bowl to keep in cold.

  “Just got back from seeing my lawyer,” Loco paused. “I’m out this bitch in five days,” he said with a smile.

  “Congrats my dude,” Ali said as he gave him a pound followed by a hug. “You got a place to stay or you need me to have one of my peoples hook you up?”

  “Nah, I’m good. I’mma go stay with my girlfriend Monique,” Loco replied with a sour look on his face.

  “You sure that’s cool? You know the two of ya’lldon’t get along,” Skip said, speaking for the first time.