Tears of a Hustler PT 1

by White, Silk

  Ali looked up from the pool table and studied Bob’s face as he took another sip from his drink. “How would you like to be a waiter in my restaurant?” “I would love that; that would be great,” Bob said smiling from ear to ear. “You know where my restaurant is, right?” “Yeah, I know where it’s at.” “Aight, show up there bright and early on Monday. I’m going to call the manager and let her know that you’re coming,” Ali said giving Bob a pound. “Thank you so much Mr. Ali. I really appreciate this and I promise I won’t let you down.” “Aight cool, I’m happy I could help you; but I got one question, how did you know you could find me here,” Ali asked curiously. “A few people from the hood told me I might could catch you here, and that you were the man to see about a job.” “Aight Bob, you be cool and if you know anybody else who needs a job make sure you send them this way,” Ali said as he walked Bob to the door.

  “Damn that’s like the eighth person you gave a job to today,” Big Mel huffed. “What’s wrong with that? You talking like you giving them money straight out of your pocket,” Ali said checking his twenty-four hour bodyguard. “Now let’s use your phone because my battery died.” “Here,” Big Mel handed Ali his cell phone as he headed to the bathroom.

  Ali started to dial Nancy’s number, but before he could finish a restricted call came through, catching Ali off guard. “Who the fuck is this calling with a blocked number?” “Hello,” Ali answered. No answer came back. “Who is this,” Ali asked again. Still no answer, then suddenly the line went dead. “Did you get through,” Big Mel asked suspiciously as he returned from the bathroom. “Yeah I got through,” Ali said flatly as his mind started to wonder.

  * * * *

  The whole club went crazy when Swizz Beatz, “She ain’t got not no money in the bank,” came bumping through the speakers. Every female in the club began to shake their asses. Knowledge quickly eased up behind a freak whose red thong rose above her jeans as she shook her ass to the beat.

  Knowledge did his best to control himself, as he watched the fat ass in front of him grind up and down on his dick. G-money sat on the couch in the V.I.P. section with Ashley curled up in his lap, sipping on some strong vodka. “Damn you got my dick harder than putting together a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle,” G-money flirted as he kissed Ashley’s neck. “You’re very freaky I see,” Ashley whispered seductively in G-money’s ear. “I’m not freaky; you just bring the freak out in me,” G-money replied as he pulled out one of Ashley nice sized titties and slowly placed it in his mouth. Ashley let out a light moan as she rubbed G-money’s neatly corn rowed hair. “Damn ya titties taste good,” G-money said as he noticed Ashley’s nipples get hard. “Lets save this for later,” Ashley said sticking her breasts back in her dress. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself,” G-money stated plainly as he refilled his glass with vodka. “Fill me up too,” Ashley chimed as she heard her favorite Reggae song come blaring through the speakers. Immediately her body began to sway with the beat as she found herself giving G-money a magic city type of lap dance. G-money just sat back and let his hands explore the rest of the Diva’s sexy body.

  * * * *

  Rell pulled up in the club’s parking lot, seven cars deep each man ready for action. “The plan is simple; we going to go in there, find G-money and kill him,” Rell spat, his voice dripping with venom. Each man behind Rell had the same murderous look on their face, as Rell led his crew towards the entrance of the club.

  “Big man, what’s up,” Rell said giving the bouncer a pound. “I’m chilling,” he replied quickly. “How much is it going to cost for me and my crew to get up in here without waiting on this long ass line, and without getting searched,” Rell asked pulling out a huge stack of money from his pocket. “Sorry brother, but I can’t allow nobody inside without getting searched,” the bouncer stated firmly. “Why,” Rell asked curiously. “We had a bad shootout in here last month; another incident like that and we get shutdown for good.” “Aight, I can respect that,” Rell said as he and his crew headed back to the parking lot.

  “Aight, I want four of you to hang out here in the parking lot. As soon as ya’ll see G-money come out, I want ya’ll to light his ass up. Me and the rest of the soldiers about to run up in this club and bring his ass out.” Rell flicked his cigarette as he and the rest of his soldiers headed towards the entrance.

  * * * *

  Nancy laid spread out on the king sized water bed butt naked, listening to the soft sound of Alicia Keys humming softly through her speakers. She laid down quietly, watching the muted T.V. as the ringing of the house phone startled her causing her to jump a little. Nancy slowly slid out of her comfortable bed and walked towards the dresser where she had left the cordless phone.

  “Hello,” she answered. Silence came back. “Helloooooo,” she said again. When she didn’t get an answer the second time she quickly hung up. “I wonder who the fuck that was,” she asked herself as she headed back towards the bed. Her fat ass jiggled with each step she took.

  Nancy quickly grabbed the .22 caliber handgun that Ali had given her for emergencies. For the past week, someone had been ringing the house phone without saying anything.

  When Ali entered the bedroom he looked at his fiancé’s beautiful naked body, until he noticed the small handgun laying inches away from her. “What’s the gun for,” Ali asked sitting at the foot of the bed. “Somebody keeps on calling here and hanging up,” Nancy whined. “I want this number changed.” “Okay baby, change it whenever you want.” “Baby I’m starting to get scared,” Nancy whispered as she moved to the foot of the bed so she could sit next to her man. “Scared about what,” Ali asked taking Nancy’s hand. “I’m scared that something bad is going to happen to you.” “Something bad, like what?” “I don’t know. I just don’t have a good feeling about our safety. I’m getting the feeling that somebody knows something that we don’t.” “I’ve been getting the same feeling lately,” Ali said in deep thought. “I’m not sure, but I think Big Mel is up to something fishy.” “I have been noticing him acting a little weird lately,” Nancy agreed. “Weird like what,” Ali asked curiously. “Like the other day right, I was coming out of the kitchen and I heard Big Mel talking in a real low voice to somebody on his cell phone. I’ve never heard him whispering on the phone before.” “Don’t even worry about that clown. I got something for that ungrateful mutha fucka,” Ali hissed. “Me and you are going on a long vacation next week and while were gone I’m going to have Big Mel murdered.” “Why next week? Why can’t we leave tomorrow,” Nancy asked knowing a lot could happen in a week. “Because Spanky’s big fight is next Saturday. We can leave that night as soon as the fight is over.” “Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Nancy said mad that it had slipped her mind. “So where are we going?” “I was thinking maybe the Bahamas,” Ali answered with a smile. “You ever been there before?” “Never, I never even been out of New York before,” Nancy said shamefully. “There’s a first time for everything, even marriage,” Ali said throwing in the curve ball at the end of his sentence. “Marriage,” Nancy echoed. “Yeah, I was thinking we should get married next week in the Bahamas and spend about six months there on our honeymoon,” Ali suggested.

  “You’re the best,” Nancy said as she happily pushed Ali down on the bed and quickly removed his love stick, not hesitating to put it in her mouth.

  Ali just laid back, with his eyes closed as he felt his soon to be wife polish and lick all over his dick. It seemed like no matter how far Ali moved away, he still couldn’t escape the ghetto. He quickly broke out of his trance when he saw Nancy plant her feet on the bed, as she began to slowly bounce and grind on Ali’s dick.

  “Damn baby,” he moaned as he watched his dick disappear in and out of Nancy’s wet pussy. “This pussy is all yours daddy,” Nancy screamed out as she began bouncing harder, and harder on Ali’s dick, screaming loudly. Minutes later, Nancy came hard as she felt her thick juices slid down Ali’s shaft. Ali let out a loud groan, as he exploded inside his fiancé. The two
laid on the bed, exhausted from their sexual escapade.

  * * * *

  G-money sat in the V.I.P. section, nursing a drink with Ashley still on his lap when he saw Rell and his crew snaking through the crowded club.

  G-money quickly jumped up almost tossing Ashley on the floor. “Sorry sweetheart, but I have to go handle something real quick,” he said as he and the four goons who sat in the V.I.P. section watching over him followed his lead. G-money squeezed past all the sweaty bodies that stood in front of him as he tried his best to catch up to Rell.

  Skip stood over in the cut, sweet talking to some shorty he knew from around the way, when he saw G-money and the goons pushing their way through the crowd. “Yo, stay right here; I’ll be right back,” Skip told his lady friend as he followed G-money and the rest of the goons, to see what was up. “That bitch ass nigga probably hiding somewhere,” Debo yelled over the loud music. “I wouldn’t put it past that coward,” Rell replied as he continued to scan over the crowd. When Rell turned to his left, a fist smashed into his face like a blunt object, causing him to stumble backwards. G-money went in for the kill, but was caught off guard when Debo snuffed him with a powerful right hook, dropping G-money off of impact.

  Once the goons saw G-money hit the floor, it was on. The two crews collided with one another; each man throwing vicious blows. When the fight broke out the rest of the crowd quickly parted not wanting to get hit by a wild punch. When G-money made it back to his feet, he quickly rushed Rell swinging wildly. Out of reflex, Rell swiftly ducked down and scooped G-money’s legs from up under him dumping him on his head. “Bitch ass nigga,” Rell growled.

  G-money quickly sprung from the floor, catching Rell with a clean sharp upper cut to the chin, followed by a left hook to the body. When Rell doubled over clutching his stomach, G-money grabbed the back of Rell’s head and viciously kneed him in his face. G-money watched Rell’s head bounce off the hard club floor as he continued to stomp him out until he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind. G-money struggled with all his might to get loose from the man’s hold but it was no use.

  When Knowledge realized what was going on he quickly made his way over to where the action was going down at. He violently busted a Heineken bottle over Debo’s head. But the bottle didn’t faze the big man, Debo continued to try to squeeze the life out of G-money.

  When Skip saw G-money gasping for air he quickly ran over and tried to loosen up Debo’s grip along with Knowledge, but it was no use the big man’s hold was too strong.

  Just as G-money was about to run out of air four big bouncers came to his rescue and released Debo’s arms from around G-money’s neck. G-money dropped down to his knees as he tried to suck in ass much air as he could, rubbing his throat.

  The bouncers literally tossed each man out the club one by one. When G-money finally got tossed out of the club, his vision was still a little blurry from Debo’s choke hold. As G-money visions started to clear up he noticed four men walking swiftly in his direction looking like they were holding a weapon behind their backs.

  G-money quickly reached for hip, then remembered he was unarmed. “Fuck!” He spat as he quickly dashed in the direction of all the other club goers who scrabbled for their lives. Without a trace of emotion the four gun men opened fire into the crowd not caring who they hit.

  G-money was to grab the guy who was running next to him, and use him as a shield, but he was a bit too slow. He felt a bullet rip through the back of his thigh, as he watched the people around him drop like flies. G-money stumbled but some how remained on his feet, as he tried to limp his way to safety.

  When Skip made his way out of the club he heard a loud series of gun shots go off. Once Skip heard the gun shots he already knew what time it was. He quickly ran towards the Lamborghini and snatched G-money’s .45 from off of the front tire. With time working against him, Skip let off six rounds in rapid fire. “Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.” One shot entered one of the gunmen’s collarbone, while another shot ripped through another gunman’s leg.

  G-money limped as fast as he could, as one of his goons tried to help him, but one of the gunmen quickly caught up to the wounded soldier and opened fire on G-money again. G-money’s goon quickly shoved him to the ground and took the hot slugs for his boss. But before the soldier pushed G-money out of the way he took another shot to his shoulder as he went crashing to the ground.

  As the gunman quickly tried to reload his weapon, he never saw the minivan coming full speed, directly at him. When the gunman finally looked up, he was like a deer stuck in headlights.

  Knowledge put the pedal to the medal, as he watched the gunman violently bounce off of the windshield. When the minivan came to a screeching stop, G-money thought it was the enemy. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer as he prepared himself for the next life.

  “Ahww shit, not my fucking nigga,” Knowledge said to himself as he saw G-money laid out on the concrete covered in blood. Knowledge quickly slid out of the van and ran to G-money’s aid. As Knowledge knelt down to see if G-money was still breathing, he heard a woman screaming hysterically as her heels clicked on the concrete. “Who did this,” Ashley screamed out as she placed her hand over her mouth in shock. “Help me get him in the van,” Knowledge yelled nervously as he lifted half of G-money’s body off of the ground and dragged the rest of his body over toward the van. Ashley didn’t help, instead she just stood there in shock not knowing what to do. “Oh shit, you scared the shit out of me,” Knowledge jumped as Skip grabbed G-money’s lower body and helped Knowledge get G-money in the van.

  Before G-money was all the way in the van, bullets pumped through the back windshield showering G-money’s body with glass. Knowledge quickly slid from the back into the driver’s seat.

  Skip grabbed Ashley, who stood frozen and aggressively tossed her into the back of the van with G-money. Skip quickly hopped on top of Ashley, as Knowledge put the pedal to the medal.

  “I’m going to kill this mutha fucka,” G-money’s voice grumbled as he coughed and spat out a little blood. “Try not to talk, we taking you to the hospital now,” Skip whispered as he rubbed G-money’s forehead. “Ahwww this shit; its burning and I think my shoulder is broke,” G-money squealed out in pain. “I’m going to get you there as fast as I can,” Knowledge yelled over his shoulder as he weaved from lane to lane doing about seventy miles per hour.

  “Somebody call Ali,” G-money groaned. “Let him know what happened.” “Don’t worry, I’m going to call him as soon as we get you to a hospital,” Skip replied as he tightly gripped G-money’s hand. “Mutha fucka caught me slipping,” G-money hissed shamefully. “Don’t sweat it; shit like this happens to the best of them,” Skip replied trying to cheer his friend up.

  Knowledge pulled up in front of the hospital, beeping the horn like a madman. “Come on, help me get him out of the van,” Skip yelled out as he and Knowledge lifted G-money out of the van and rushed him into the hospital.

  Four doctors quickly rushed to G-money’s aid. “What happened,” a tall white doctor asked sternly. “He got shot in the thigh and shoulder,” Skip replied nervously. “Okay, we’ll take it from here,” the doctor said as he and the other doctor slowly placed G-money on the stretcher and rolled him back towards the emergency room.

  * * * *

  Ali laid in his bed knocked out with Nancy laying right next to him, when the ringing of the house phone caused the two to wake up.

  “Hello,” Ali yawned into the phone. “Yo, G-money just got shot twice,” Skip yelled into the receiver. “Hold on; what happened,” Ali asked sitting up in his bed. “We bumped into Rell and his crew at this club and shit popped off.” “So how did G-money get shot?” “When we left the club; the shit was a fucking set up,” Skip hissed. “It was my fault I should’ve never took my eyes off G-money. I lost site of him when one of the fucking bouncers threw me out the club.” “Don’t even sweat it Skip. What hospital is he in,” Ali asked. “St. Luke’s,” Skip
answered quickly. “Aight, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ali said ending the call.

  “Baby what’s wrong,” Nancy asked with a nervous look on her face. “G-money just got shot twice. He’s in the hospital right now,” Ali said as he quickly got dressed. “Oh my God! Is he…,” Nancy asked with her hand covering her mouth. “No, he’s still alive,” Ali confirmed. “Thank God,” Nancy said relieved. “Call up Coco and let her know what happened,” Ali yelled over his shoulder as he stormed out the house.

  Nancy quickly picked up the cordless phone and dialed Coco’s number. “Hello,” she answered sleepily. “Wake up, G-money just got shot twice,” Nancy yelled into the receiver. “What,” Coco echoed quickly sitting up in her bed. “G-money just got shot twice. Hurry up and get dressed, I’ll be at your crib in five minutes,” Nancy said ending the conversation.

  Coco quickly hopped out of bed and threw on the outfit she had on the night before. As soon as Coco finished getting dressed, she heard somebody ringing her door bell. Coco hurried to the door and was relieved when she saw Nancy on the other side of it.

  “Come on girl,” Nancy yelled out as she hopped back in the driver seat. She quickly glanced in the backseat to make sure little Ali was still sleeping peacefully before she pulled off.