by Styles, T.
Chapter Sixteen
Janet is upset that Kelsi is with Kenosha. She doesn’t trust her. Part of it has to do with her sleeping with Delonte, a man she loved at one time. And the other part of it had to do with Delonte being her cousin. If she was that careless to get who she wanted, who knew what she might do to conceive her young son. Janet didn’t want her anywhere near her son. While on the phone with Kelsi, Keisha clicks in and Janet develops another plan. To rid her son of Keisha, who she believes is weak; she formed an instant full proof plan. Janet secretly didn’t want any woman around Kelsi but herself. So Janet convinces Keisha to give Kelsi a hard time by seeming uninterested. She says if she does, Kelsi would want her even more. Keisha is persuaded in following her advice and Janet tells her Kelsi’s best friend Bricks would be the perfect candidate to make Kelsi jealous. After she hangs up with Keisha, she examines her bullet ridden body and remembers how Jarvis, her ex-boyfriend in New York, attempted to kill her. But she manages to escape, and Skully is the one who helped her.
Chapter Seventeen
Janet decides she wants to get back in the drug game so that she and Kelsi can escape all together. So she calls Skully and expresses her interests. He warns her against dealing business with him. He made it clear that he is not the same person she knew when it came to his money. He could be ruthless, but she insists. He doesn’t want to mix business with their friendship. Because since he saved her life, he looked out for her. And…even made sure her only son Kelsi worked for him to prevent him from getting mixed up with the wrong dealers. Skully eventually agrees to go in business with her and their call is over. Later detective Nick Fearson knocks on the door questioning Janet about the murder of Charles. When she’s unhelpful, he vows to bring her and her son down.
Chapter Eighteen
Kelsi feels on top of the world having recently slept with Kenosha. He goes to school and tries to talk to his girlfriend Keisha. She’s talking to Bricks and ignores him in the hallway. He’s embarrassed and tries to conceal his anger from his friend. He asks him what were they talking about and Bricks tells him that she was speaking of some talk show. His response makes him suspect that he wants to get with Keisha. Kelsi flips the script on Keisha in class by talking to some other girls and this breaks her down. She tries to make up with him unable to play the game, but Kelsi gives her a taste of her own medicine by ignoring her. At home, Kelsi learns from his mother that Skully and his mother knew each other. He also discovers he saved his mother’s life. Janet also shares with him that she knew he sold drugs. Kelsi feels betrayed. He also learns more about what happened to his mother in New York before she was shot, and associates the name Jarvis and Kyopes with her troubles. Most important, Janet tells Kelsi her next idea to murder his father, Lorenzo for the insurance money. Kelsi is left breathless realizing the cold blooded person his mother truly is.
Chapter Nineteen
Janet calls Shelly and asks her to care for Kelsi if something happens to her. Shelly is confused at first by her request because Janet doesn’t like her and she knows it. She eventually agrees. Later Kelsi wants answers from his mother. He wants to know why she allowed him to sell drugs. He feels used. Like she doesn’t care. Janet tells him that she knew he would sell no matter what she wanted and the least she could do was make sure he got them from the right person. Later Kelsi tells his mother what’s really on his mind. Kelsi believes Keisha is sleeping with his best friend Bricks. Janet confirms his beliefs by saying she saw them together in public. Kelsi is hurt and vows to cut them both off for good. Wanting to take his murder out on someone, he agrees to help his mother murder his father.
Chapter Twenty
Kelsi goes to school with hate in his heart for Bricks and Keisha after hearing what his mother said. He was clueless that his mother set Keisha up. Keisha still unable to take Kelsi’s rejection agrees to give Kelsi oral sex in the boy’s bathroom when he demands. And when she does, he treats her like a whore. Feeling like she lost him for good, she’s seconds from telling Kelsi that it was his mother who told her to pretend to be with Bricks, but he chokes her over the pure mentioning of his mother’s name. He leaves her at school, and jumps in the car with Kenosha. Keisha sees this and breaks down in tears.
Chapter Twenty One
With the plan to kill Lorenzo in place, Kelsi waits for his mother at a DC park. She was supposed to lure Lorenzo there and together they would kill him for the insurance money. But...his mother never shows. Realizing it was unlike her, he grows worried. It didn’t help matters that Bricks kept calling while he waited on his mother’s call. Anxious, he’s furious when he see’s Keisha pull up. She’d been following him the entire time. He tells her to leave several times but she demands he talks to her. Kelsi knew she couldn’t be around when his mother came with Lorenzo so again he warned her to leave. When she didn’t he killed her and through her lifeless body in the ocean. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, and fearing the worse, he says aloud, “Mama, if you can hear me, I love you. I need you to know that I love you.”
Chapter Twenty Two
Skully and Kenosha kidnapped Janet and had her bound on a basement floor. She’d been beaten badly. She never knew Skully held resentment for her. Turns out she treated him badly when she was with Jarvis and he never got over it. He only pretended to like her to eventually get back at her. Also, it’s revealed that Jarvis stole from Skully on numerous occasions. That’s the only reason he helped Janet to get away. He wanted unsaid revenge against Jarvis. And because of it, Skully wanted to have him killed and would use Kelsi. Janet also learns that they plan to have Kelsi do it by telling him after she was killed, that Jarvis killed her. Knowing he would believe Skully since she told Kelsi how he saved her life, she felt all was lost. Skully pumped three bullets in Janet’s body.
Chapter Twenty Three
Kenosha tells how she was not as dumb as everybody thought she was, and that she didn’t care she was fucking her cousin Delonte. She says how she’ll do whatever Skully wants her to for that old mighty dollar, including ensuring that Kelsi goes through with his plan to kill Jarvis.
Chapter Twenty Four
Skully reveals that he’ll do what he can, to make sure Kelsi kills Jarvis. Including wrapping his young mind up with lies, knowing full well that he’ll see him as a friend since the those were a few of the last words he’d heard from his mother.
Final Chapter
On Christmas day, while grieving over the lost of his mother, he’s delivered a bloody heart. When he opens the package, he reads the words, ‘nobody has heart when they’re dead’. Thinking Jarvis is taunting him, he gets his whereabouts from Skully, board a New York bus, and leaves to find him.
Now……we introduce to you
A Hustler’s Son 2
Live or Die In New York
Prologue
“Roc Boys” by Jay Z, blared from the speakers in the private party that Jarvis and Kyope threw for themselves. The room was dark with the exception of a few strobe lights while smoke hovered over the room like clouds in the sky before a thunderstorm.
Jarvis and Kyope sat next to each other in separate chairs with small round tables in front of them. Every once and awhile they’d nod at one another in approval for all they’d accomplished. Money dressed the tables like promotional flyers with no purpose. Everything was paid for and it was all because of them. It took Jarvis and Kyope forever to get to this point, but they could finally say that they were self-made billionaires.
While Kyope pulled on the best weed money could buy, Jarvis eyed Steel, his girlfriend of over three years as she sashayed across the dance floor. She was nicknamed Steel because her body looked as if it was built with the precision of a military assault weapon.
Every man in attendance looked at her small waist and thick ass while she danced and swayed her arms in the air. She was putting on quite a show for Jarvis. And her sex-appeal stood out like a naked female in a male prison. Her light skin wasn’t as clear and flawless as it had been years bac
k, but she was still a dime. Her golden locks fell over the tight-fitting white mini dress she wore by Loeffler Randall, and her black Christian Louboutin heels showcased her toned calves.
As good as life was, Jarvis had two problems. One…someone was stickin’ up his shops for the past few months. And two…he’d recently learned that his girl was getting high on his supply. And had he been the only person aware, he’d probably cover for her somehow since one of Jarvis’ flaws has always been a female. But she was caught red-handed by one of his trusted soldiers, and the situation had to be addressed.
“You aigh’t, man?” Prangsta asked sitting in the available seat next to him. His long black dreads with bleach tips were pulled tightly into a long ponytail and stunk badly. His oversized pink lips were dry and cracked as usual.
Jarvis took a sip of the Remy VSOP in his glass, and pulled on his weed before taking another look at Steel. “You sure ‘bout what you saw right?” Steel smiled at him and he winked back.
“That’s my word, Jarvis. I met shawty at the warehouse like you asked me but I got there early. This bitch I went to see earlier wasn’t fuckin’ so I put her ass out on the Brooklyn Bridge and had time to burn.” He laughed but Jarvis didn’t. Clearing his throat he continued, “Anyway...she didn’t see me walk up on her. She was diggin’ in one of the keys from inside the book bag with a switch blade. She still had blow on her face when I knocked on the window.”
What Prangsta didn’t tell Jarvis was that she begged him not to tell and sucked his dick on the spot in the back seat of her red Mercedes so he wouldn’t. Prangsta knew he’d never get a female of her caliber otherwise, so he took full advantage, but told Jarvis anyway excluding how he could now speak on the skills of her head game. Plus he knew once Jarvis found out she was getting high, anything she said would be worthless, even if it was the truth.
“How you gonna handle it?” Prangsta questioned.
Jarvis gave him a look that shook Prangsta so bad, he got up and left. He didn’t feel the need to respond or answer his question. He was the boss, not the other way around.
After Prangsta removed himself from his table, he raised his glass to Kyope and took another sip. Although they were friends, Jarvis didn’t tell him about his personal life because he was quite aware of how Kyope despised how he wifed women so quickly.
Focusing back on Steel, he noticed she’d just returned from the restroom. Instead of having the same swagger she had earlier, she appeared disoriented. Her steps mirrored that of a child who was trying to walk for the first time. One leg stagnated first and the other slowly followed. It was clear she had gotten high in the bathroom moments earlier.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Her eyes met Jarvis’s before blood escaped from her nose and down her white expensive dress. A tear fell from her eyes shortly before she dropped to the floor.
While everyone rushed to her aide, Jarvis remained seated. He knew exactly what happened and felt no need to move. He’d placed battery acid in a key of his pure white before the party. He left it in clear view. And if it was true what Prangsta said, he knew she’d steal from him. And for her betrayal, the price was death. There was no way he could have a junky bitch on his arm, not even one he loved.
I ain’t gonna tell you my whole life story, plus I ain’t got time for that shit no way. Let’s just say a few months ago, I was a different person. And if I make it outta New York alive, I doubt I’ll ever be the same.
-Kelsi
Monday, 1:13 am
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Fuck Life! Right now…at this mothafuckin’ moment, I gotta be the most dangerous nigga alive. Believe dat!
-Kelsi
Look at me.
Look at my fuckin’ life.
I hate what I’ve become, but I can’t remember who I use to be.
On my back, with my arms spread out on this dirty ass motel bed in Brooklyn, I think about how much more time I’d have to wait before I do what I came to do. The gray grungy carpet, dirty yellow curtains and broken T.V. shows the state of my world right now.
I feel grim.
I feel murderous.
I ain’t showered in days and was still sportin’ a white T, wit’ desert colored fatigues. I stared at the ceiling light so long, it started to blind me. Rubbin’ my hand over my swollen knuckles, due to punchin’ at the walls, I replayed over in my mind tomorrows’ plan of action. Finally after followin’ Kyope and Jarvis for months, I was preparin’ to make my move. I coulda smoked both of them niggas a long time ago, but death is too easy. I wanted their lifestyles stripped away, and then their souls.
Even though housekeepin’ was included wit’ the cheap ass $30.00 a night spot I rented, I never let the maid inside my room. I trusted nothin’ or no one. With my .45 next to me and a blunt in hand, I inhaled the smoke into my lungs. It took a second before I started feelin’ its effects.
I felt light.
Calm.
And invincible.
For a moment I contemplated puttin’ the gun to my head, and pullin’ the trigger. Every day. And I do mean every fuckin’ day my thoughts went from killin’ myself to killin’ them niggas. I usually had these feelin’s while high. I’m walkin’ around dead anyway. Why not end it all? I guess the only thing that kept me from pushin’ off was revenge. I needed it…like I needed my dick.
I roam the streets of New York at night, half dead on my prowl. I’m so fucked up I could go on a murder spree and could care less about the consequences. Shit, I almost smoked two people a few hours ago when I went to grab somethin’ to eat. One muthafucka asked me for directions, and the other accidentally bumped into me rushin’ for a cab. If I don’t push off on them niggas soon, I don’t know what’ll happen.
The water in the sink dripped loudly from the rusted bathroom faucet when I heard a light knock at the door. Sittin’ up straight in the bed, I cocked my weapon and aimed in its direction. Seconds from smokin’ towards the worn out wood, my eyes roamed to the last bullet I let off in the wall a few days back.
I’m nicked up and paranoid.
Instead of firin’, I placed the fire from the blunt out on the floor and kicked it under the bed. Then I put on the smoke shades I always wore. I had to be a little smarter if I was gonna achieve my mission and poppin’ guns in my room was likely to bring unnecessary attention.
“Who the fuck is it?!”
Silence.
“I said who’s at the fuckin’ door?!” No one answered and I tiptoed toward it fully prepared to blast.
Had Jarvis and Kyope found me before I’d gotten them?
“Kelsi, it’s me. Kenosha.” Her voice was soft and she sounded worried.
My muscles relaxed and my breathin’ slowed down. Still…what the fuck was she doin’ here? She wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow! Tuckin’ the gun in the back of my fatigues, I pulled my shirt down to conceal it. Then I turned around to look at the room. There was no use tryin’ to clean it.
It was a fucked up mess.
I was a fucked up mess.
If she wanted to pop up wit’out notice, she deserved to see exactly how I was livin’. She been blowin’ up my cell phone ever since I gave her the new number. I changed it so that Shelly, the bitch my mother left to care for me after she was murdered, would stop callin, askin’ me to come home. Wit’ nothin’ left to do but deal, I decided to check her right quick.
I opened the door wit’out botherin’ to greet her. Just walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Her brows raised when she saw me. The beard on my once hairless face probably tripped her out too. I knew I looked different, but then again, I was.
Kenosha on the other hand looked good. Her chocolate skin was flawless and her thick pink glossy lips were edible. I don’t care what else I had on my mind, when I saw her, I wanted to fuck. And it took everything in me to fight my dick from swellin’. She wore a pair of tight ass blue Coogi jeans, and a brown waist length leather jacket. That ass was calling me as she steppe
d toward me. I was in New York so long I forgot what a sexy-ass DC thoroughbred looked like.
Placing her Louis Vuitton purse on the floor, she knelt and put one hand on my knee. Then she looked into my shades wit’out sayin’ a word. She tried to take them off and I tapped her hand. Then I turned away before I addressed her. I couldn’t have any distractions and distraction was Kenosha’s middle name.
“Fuck you doin’ here?” I growled.
She sighed.
“I said what the fuck you doin’ here, Kenosha? I thought you were comin’ tomorrow. And I thought I told you to call first.”
Her perfume was the sweetest smell in the room , but I couldn’t tell her none of that shit because she fuckin’ disrespected my orders even if it had been months since I’d been in the company of a bad bitch of Kenosha’s caliber.
“Kelsi…what you still doing here? And why you wearin’ shades?” I ignored her. “It’s a waste of time beein’ here if you ain’t find who you lookin’ for,” she said softly. I wished I never told her what I was here to do. I guess I needed to tell somebody I was gonna kill the niggas responsible for my mother’s death. “And look at your face and stuff! You look all hiiiiigh and shiiiiiiit. I thought you was betta den this shit, Kelsi.”
“Kenosha…I ain’t leavin’‘til I handle my biz. Ain’t nobody come out here for no mothafuckin’ vacation. So if you tryin’ to get me to go back, you might as well kick rocks.”
Her head dropped in defeat as she rose to her feet. Then her eyes roamed around the room, as if it were the first time she really saw how filthy things were. All of the sheets from the bed were on the floor. My army bag sat on a chair opened, some clothes still in it, the others scattered around the bed. I bought some free weights last month and they did nothin’ but add to the mess even though I used them regularly. Everyday I got up early and worked out until the sun went down. I was buildin’ up more muscle than ever.
