Tears of a Hustler PT 1

by White, Silk

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  After Detective Nelson finished beating Butch down with a night stick for fifteen minutes, he needed a drink. “Hey Officer Allen, how about a few beers,” Detective Nelson said as he noticed Officer Allen filling out some paperwork. “I wish, but I got a lot of papers to fill out; I arrested eight of Ali’s men tonight,” he boasted. “That calls for a few drinks, plus I’m buying,” Detective Nelson huffed not taking no for an answer. “Okay,” Officer Allen said throwing his hands up in surrender. “No way I can turn that down.” As soon as the two stepped outside the police station, the cool night air slapped them in the face. “Damn it’s kind of breezy out here tonight,” Officer Allen said out loud as he looked up, and saw a brown station wagon coasting down the street with three shooters hanging out of the window wearing ski masks and clutching fully automatic weapons. “Holy shit,” was the last word the officer spoke before the shooters opened fire.

  The next ten seconds sounded like the fourth of July. The loud roar from the machine guns caused Detective Nelson to jump out of fear. Instantly he felt a bullet rip through his shoulder, causing blood to splatter all over his grey suit. Officer Allen didn’t stand a stance, as the gunmen riddled his body with bullets. By the time Detective Nelson pulled his gun from his holster, the station wagon was already turning the corner. “Fuck,” Detective Nelson growled with a sharp edge in his voice as he looked over and saw Officer Allen’s dead body sprawled out on the ground with his eyes open, where he laid silent forever.

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  “Yo make sure you dump this mutha fuckin station wagon,” G-money ordered as he and Skip hopped out of the vehicle. “I got you. I’m a ride out to this chop shop that’s right around the corner, and tell them to strip this mutha fucka clean,” Diesil assured G-money. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you down,” Benny said from the passenger seat. “Aight, give me your guns,” G-money said as he took Benny’s tech 9, and placed it in a duffle bag along with the other weapons. “Ya’ll get rid of the car and I’m gonna get rid of these guns,” G-money told them as he and Skip slid into the S.U.V. that awaited them.

  “You seen the look on them fools faces when they seen us,” Skip laughed loudly taking his eyes off the road to look at G-money. “Them mutha fuckas ain’t know what to do,” G-money boasted as he lit up a blunt. “Them fucking crackers crossed the line when they fucked with my wife,” Skip said sourly as he slowed the car down when he reached the Brooklyn Bridge. Immediately G-money hung out the window, and tossed the duffle bag full of guns down into the Hudson River. “Aight, now we have to go change, then head to Madison Square Garden so that we can make it to Spanky’s fight on time,” G-money said fiddling with the radio. “Oh yeah, I forgot that shit was tonight,” Skip said out loud as he put the pedal to the metal.

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  “Tonight is just the beginning baby,” Freddie said out loud as he massaged Spanky’s shoulders as he got his hands wrapped inside the locker room. “I’m going to beat the shit out of this Spanish mutha fucka,” Spanky said sternly as he cracked his neck. “You think I put in all those hours in the gym to lose tonight? Fuck outta here. If that Spanish cat wants to win, then he’s going to have to kill me in that ring,” Spanky continued his rant.

  “Tonight is your night baby,” Christie whispered as she planted a soft kiss on Spanky’s lips. “I’m going to knock this clown the fuck out tonight just for you baby,” he said giving Christie a wink. “I know you are boo,” she replied as she noticed Ali enter the locker room with a pregnant woman on his heels. “Long time no see,” Ali said as he kissed Christie on the cheek. “I been busy working, trying to blow up like you, big time,” she said playfully.

  “What’s up champ,” Ali barked playfully throwing a left hook to see if his little brother was on point. “You going to have to come better than that,” Spanky said easily blocking his older brother’s left hook. “That’s what I like to hear,” Ali said as he gave his brother a hug. “Good luck out there; me and my new girl friend, Nancy, are going to be in the front row cheering you on,” Ali said introducing Nancy to everyone in the locker room. “I should fuck you up,” Spanky said playfully before he continued. “Why you ain’t tell me you was having a baby?” Ali let out a light chuckle before he spoke, “Nah it’s not even like that. She was pregnant when I met her. Our connection was so tight that once I met her, I just couldn’t let her go. You know what I’m saying?” “Yeah I feel you, whatever makes you happy,” Spanky said uninterested as a weird silence fell upon the locker room. “Well I’m Christie and it was very nice meeting you,” she said breaking the silence.

  “Hey I’m going to need everybody to get the fuck out of here. We got a fight in twenty minutes and Spanky needs to stay focused,” Freddie growled as he tied up Spanky’s left glove. “Aight, good luck out there. We’re all going to be in the front row to support you,” Ali said as he and the girls headed for the door. Spanky nodded in agreement as Freddie tied up his right glove. “It’s show time baby,” Freddie spoke loudly to encourage and hype Spanky up. “It’s either going to be him or it’s going to be you,” his voice boomed as he slid the punching mitts on his hands. “One, two, three, just like we do it in the gym,” Freddie said placing the mitts eye level. With the quickness of lightning, Spanky threw a jab, followed by a right hook, ending it off with a vicious uppercut. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Freddie continued to speak loudly for extra emphasis.

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  “You ladies need anything from the concession stand,” Ali asked. “No thank you baby; I’m fine,” Nancy answered. “How about you, Christie?” “I’m so nervous, I can’t eat a thing,” she replied as she sat cross legged. “I’m so scared Spanky might get hurt,” she said as her eyes got watery just from the thought of her man getting hurt, let alone knocked out. “Spanky is a soldier. You know that better than anybody,” Ali tried to cheer Christie up as he saw G-money, and Skip searching for their seats. “Yo, over here,” Ali stood up waving his arms like he was signaling a plane.

  “Ya’ll just made it to the fight; it starts in about five minutes,” Ali informed the two. “You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” G-money said as he kissed Christie on the cheek, he stopped short when he noticed Nancy sitting next to Christie. “What she doing here,” G-money questioned. “Nancy is my new girl. Nancy this is G-money, G-money this is Nancy,” Ali introduced the two. “I know who she is. She the girl who’s man used to whip her ass,” G-money spoke openly. “Don’t be ignorant all your life,” Ali said sharply as his brown eyes glittered dangerously. “It’s not her fault that her last man was a coward that liked to abuse women. All that matters now is that she’s with me and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t disrespect her.” “You right, my bad. We gotta start taking better care of our sisters out here,” G-money replied as he gave Nancy a hug. “Welcome to the family.” “Thank you,” Nancy shot back happy to be apart of Ali’s family.

  “Check this out, I gotta talk to you about some serious shit,” G-money said as he and Ali stepped off to the side. “What’s up,” Ali asked sensing that it had to be something bad. “I know you heard the other night me, and Skip got locked up, right?” Ali answered with a head nod. “This mutha fucka, Detective Nelson, violated us and our shorties, so we went and wet up the whole precinct” G-money said nonchalantly. “You did what,” Ali barked. “He left me no option; I had to do it,” G-money said as he lowered his head shamefully. “Do you know what the fuck you just did?” “Yeah, I fucked up,” G-money replied. “Now we going to have to shut everything down for a while and sell our packages wholesale until this heat dies down,” Ali growled angrily. “Not to mention you going to have to lay low for a while now.” “Nobody saw my face.” “It doesn’t matter. We going to take the heat for it anyway since we got the biggest crew out. What other crew got the balls to do some shit like that?” “Yeah, you right,” G-money nodded his head in understanding. “You have to start using your head. We not in this shit for the rep
utation no more, we been past that bull shit. It’s all about the money now B,” Ali stated sternly. “We almost done with this drug shit anyway, remember this shit is nothing but a stepping stone. In about six to eight months all of our businesses will be up, and running. All we have to do is stay afloat and out of trouble until then, aight?” “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have did that shit, but I just had to. I can’t stand that punk ass detective.” “Well did you at least kill him,” Ali asked. “I’m not sure. I know for a fact I hit that fool though,” G-money boasted. “Who went on the hit with you?” “Me, Skip, Diesil, and Benny.” “What,” Ali asked not believing his ears. “You took big mouth Benny with you?” “Yeah, I needed another shooter,” G-money replied emptily. “I want you, and Skip to leave town for a little while; just until things cool down. I’m a holla at Diesil myself.” “What about Benny,” G-money asked. “I’m going to handle that clown myself,” Ali said as he noticed his brother’s opponent making his way towards the ring. “We going to talk about this later,” he said distractedly as the two headed back to their seats.

  “This Spanish mutha fucka is kind of brolick,” Skip said out loud looking at how cut up and ripped the Spanish man’s body was. “None of that matters. It’s all about your skills,” Ali added as they all stood up and cheered when they saw Spanky and Freddie making their way to the ring.

  As soon as Spanky stepped into the ring, the first thing he did was size up his opponent. “I got this,” he told himself. Spanky noticed that the majority of fans in the crowd were Spanish or Mexican, so he knew he would have to perform well because the judges usually showed favor to the fan’s favorite.

  “Take it to him from the beginning of the round to the end,” Freddie whispered in Spanky’s ear removing Spanky’s hooded robe as the two fighters made their way to the center of the ring so that the referee could run down the rules to them one last time. “Okay I want a nice clean fight. When I say break, I expect for ya’ll to do so; okay fellas keep it clean, and good luck…touch gloves,” his voice boomed through the microphone as the crowd cheered in anticipation of a good fight. “This chump is standing in your way, get him out of your way, and get your title shot,” Freddie announced placing Spanky’s mouth piece in his mouth.

  Once the bell rung, it was on and poppin. The Spanish fighter quickly rushed Spanky back against the ropes, throwing wild vicious haymakers. The crowd quickly erupted when they saw the black fighter up against the ropes, trying to block each shot. One haymaker broke through Spanky’s guard and connected with his jaw. Immediately Spanky clinched the Spanish fighter then whispered in his ear, “You hit like a bitch.” As the referee untangled the two. The Spanish fighter tried to rush Spanky again, but to no avail. Spnaky quickly sidestepped the blow catching the Spanish fighter with a clean uppercut to the chin, followed by a left hook that made a loud clapping sound as it connected on the Spanish man’s eye. Spanky quickly noticed blood trickling down the fighter’s right eye; he also noticed the Spanish fighter held his hands up a little higher leaving his body wide open.

  Spanky quickly attacked like a young lion going after a wounded animal. He threw a lightening quick jab at the Spanish fighter’s face, followed by a hook to his body. “Puta,” Spanky growled through clenched teeth as he noticed the Spanish fighter was doubled over in pain from the body shot, before he caught him with one last right cross before the bell rung. “You my bitch,” Spanky said staring the Spanish man down as he made his way to his corner. Before he sat on his stool he looked over and winked at Christie who still looked a little nervous.

  “That mutha fucka is already out of gas,” Freddie spoke confidently noticing the Spanish guy looking winded and out of breath. “His body is his weak spot, make sure you work that jab then set him up for a good body shot,” he instructed. Spanky didn’t speak, he just nodded his head in agreement as he heard the bell ring, signaling for the beginning of round two. Again the Spanish man came charging like a wild bull, but Spanky’s jab stopped him in his tracks. The Spanish man was no match for Spanky lightening jab. He landed his jab easily for the majority of the round that was until he saw an opening.

  Spanky quickly faked a jab and instead came with an uppercut, breaking the Spanish man’s nose. Once Spanky saw what he had dropped on the Spanish man, he quickly threw a series of combinations. The referee immediately stopped the fight when he saw the vicious blows connect with the Spanish man’s unprotected face.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” Ali stood up to cheer his brother on. “You did it baby, you earned your title shot,” Freddie said hugging Spanky in the middle of the ring. “Do me a favor and tell Spanky I said I’m proud of him, and congrats,” G-money said as he stood up to leave. “Where you going,” Ali asked. G-money leaned closer to Ali’s ear. “I think I’m a go to Atlanta and take a little vacation just until things cool down.” “Sounds like a good move,” Ali agreed. “I’m going to keep in touch,” he said giving G-money a pound followed by a hug. “Holla at ya boy,” G-money said as he and Skip made their exit.

  Chapter 23

  VACATION TIME

  Before G-money headed to the airport he made a quick stop. “Knock, Knock, Knock,” G-money waited patiently for someone to come to the door. Seconds later Coco opened the door wearing nothing but some boy shorts, and a wife beater. “Hey, what you doing here,” she asked stepping to the side so that he could enter. “I was about to head out of town for a little vacation,” G-money said lighting up a blunt. “Where you going?” “Atlanta,” he answered in between puffs. “And I was wondering if you would like to join me?” “Hell yeah, I wanna go,” Coco said excitedly seductively biting her bottom lip. “Get over here and give me a hug with ya sexy ass,” G-money said inhaling Coco’s sweet scent. Before Coco knew what was going on, her boy shorts were around her ankles and G-money was fucking the shit out of her. Coco bent over the arm of the couch as G-money long dicked her. She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain until her cum drenched her inner thighs.

  Once G-money finished laying his pipe game down, Coco quickly took a quick shower, and packed a few of her belongings, and was ready to go.

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  “Go pack you and lil’ man’s shit; we going on a little vacation,” Skip announced as soon as he stepped foot inside his five bedroom house. “Where are we going,” April asked curiously. “We going to Hawaii,” Skip said noticing the smile on his wife’s face. “Why you smiling for,” he asked playfully. “Because my husband is taking me to Hawaii,” April celebrated doing a dance she must’ve picked up from either BET or MTV. “Stop acting like I don’t be taking you nowhere,” Skip said checking his Rolex. “Aight hurry up; our plane leaves in about two hours,” he notified her.

  Chapter 24

  THE TAKE OVER

  “Oh shit that’s the bitch ass nigga. That sucker punched me in the club that night,” Rell said looking at Spanky on Sport Center. “Yeah that is that bitch ass nigga,” Debo said squinting his eyes to get a better look. “I didn’t know he was a boxer.” “Me either,” Rell added lighting up a Newport. “Too bad because when I catch him I’m going to break both of his arms.” “I would kill him if I was you,” Debo said adding his two cent. “Nah, you see with a nigga like that if you break his arms that’s even better than killing him,” Rell said as he noticed Beverly enter the living room. “Hey daddy can I get you anything,” she asked politely. “Yeah fry me and my man some fish.” “Okay daddy,” Beverly said heading towards the kitchen to fix her man his food.

  Beverly was a white girl with blue eyes, and blonde hair. She may have been white, but she knew how to take care of her man. The reason Rell made Beverly his wifey was because while he was behind the wall all the sistahs he had been dealing with all turned their backs on him do to the fact he had such a long bid. But not Beverly, she stuck behind Rell for his entire bid. Once he was released, he vowed that he would never date another sistah, and he planned on keeping his word.

  “How that chum
p, Dave, been holding up,” Rell asked. “He been doing aight; his count is always straight,” Debo said quickly snatching his .45 from his waistband when he heard somebody banging on the door like the police. “Who the fuck is that banging like the fucking cops,” Rell said out loud grabbing his P89 from off of the coffee table as he made his way to the door so that he could investigate. “It’s the cops,” Rell said signaling Debo to put away his gun.

  “Greetings officer,” Rell said addressing the detective. “Hi, how are you doing Rell, my name is Detective Nelson. I need some help taking a few guys down, and I was told you could help me,” he said as the two exchanged glances. “I’m sorry Detective, but I’m afraid someone gave you some incorrect information,” Rell said flatly as he went to slam the door but the detective’s foot stopped him. “Listen, the word on the street is you want G-money dead,” Detective Nelson said lighting up a Winston. “I can help you get rid of him.” “Why the fuck would you want to help me,” Rell questioned. “Let’s just say I owe him one,” Detective Nelson said averting his eyes towards his arm cradled in the sling.