Tears of a Hustler 2 (11 page)

“I feel like a fucking idiot with this suit on,” G-money hissed.
“You look fine. You just not used to it yet,” Pauleena smirked.
“Ain’t nothing I see myself getting used to smell me?” Gmoney said as the limo pulled up in front of the fancy club.
“I’ll bet the ladies will love it,” Pauleena winked as she slid out the back of the limo.
G-money stepped in the club and immediately grabbed two glasses of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.
“You a straight up alcoholic,” Roy said as he watched Gmoney guzzle down the champagne.
“Fuck that. I need to get right up in this bitch,” G-money slurred as he noticed a fine sister sitting over in the corner by herself.
“Yo Roy, you see shorty over there?” G-money said, nodding in the woman’s direction.
“Yeah, what about her?”
“I gotta go holla at her,” G-money said as he wipedthe corners of his mouth.
“She looks expensive.” Roy raised an eyebrow.
“It ain’t tricking if you got it,” G-money said over his shoulder as he headed in the diva’s direction. As G-money approached the PYT (pretty young thing), he could tell she was one of those classy type chicks that’s used to being spoiled.
“Excuse me is this seat taken?” G-money asked politely.
“No you’re welcome to sit down,” the diva said in an uninterested tone.
“I’m G-money,” he introduced himself, extending his hand.
“G-money?” The diva chuckled. “I know your mother didn’t name you G-money.”
“Nah, basically I got the name because I’m a “G” and I love money; so the name was perfect for me.”
“I guess,” the diva said as she shook his hand weakly.
“I didn’t catch your name.”
“Because you didn’t ask for it,” the diva shot back.
“Damn ma, why you being so cold?” G-money asked as he sipped on his champagne.
The diva chuckled before she responded. “Because Imeet guys like you all the time and I already know what you all about.”
“Sorry sweetheart, but you don’t know nothing about me. I’m a one of a kind brother. There’s only one G-money.”
“I know you the type of brother who’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. I also know guys like you are not used to hearing the word “NO”. So yes, I think I know what you’re all about,” the diva said in a matter of fact tone.
“You want me to tell you what I know?” G-money asked, not waiting for a response. “I know you love and are used to the finer things in life. And I also know that you could use a real man in your life. I can also tell you ain’t been fucked good in a while, and I mean fucked gooood!” G-money said, dragging out the word. “All I’m saying, is how can you win if you don’t play the game? I can promise you, you ain’t never met a guy like me before…smell me?”
“I be nervous when it comes to guys because they all talk a good one.”
“Baby I can walk it like I talk it and play it how I say it,” G-money said, undressing the diva with his eyes.
“My name is Destiny,” the diva said, extending her hand.
“Nice to meet you Destiny,” G-money smiled as he grabbed two more glasses of champagne off the waiter’s tray, and handed one to Destiny.
“So what’s your real name? I know your mother didn’t name you G-money.”
“Nah, my real name is G-money A.K.A. the bad guy,” he told her as he sipped from his glass. The whole time Destiny was talking, G-money was checking out her merchandise. His eyes first locked on her silky straight hair that hung down to the middle of her back, her bang stopped right above her eyebrows. Next, G-money’s eyes made it to Destiny’s full lipsthat were covered with strawberry lipgloss.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to the little girls’ room,” Destiny said flirtatiously as she stood up and headed in the direction of the restroom. Knowing that G-money was watching, she made sure she threw a little extra switch in her walk.
G-money just sat back and watched Destiny’s fat ass jiggle up and down with each step she took. “Damn,I definitely gotta shagg that,” he said outloud as he finished his drink.
Roy sat on the sideline sipping on some champagne as he kept a close eye on Pauleena. Pauleena had raised Roy since he was about 12 years old. When Roy’s mother died from a stroke, Pauleena took the young boy under her wing and schooled him. Now 13 years later, Roy was one of the highest paid and most feared men in America. As Roy played the sideline, he noticed an Italian man approach Pauleena. He was about to head over there, but decided against it when he saw Malcolm step in between the two.
“How may I help you?” Malcolm asked as he pattedthe Italian man down if front of everyone.
“No need to pat me down. I would just like to have a word with Ms. Pauleena.”
“And who might you be?” Pauleena chimed as she slowly sipped from her glass.
“The name’s Frankie,” he said, extending his hand.
Pauleena looked at the man’s hand like he had just pulled it out of the toilet. “So how can I help you?” she said, leaving Frankie hanging.
“Word on the streets is you pushing a lot of coke,” Frankie said, undressing the nice figured woman with his eyes.
“Yeah and?”
“Yeah and me and my people have a problem with that,” Frankie shot back as he continued to eye the sexy woman hungrily.
“I’m not sure if you heard or not but I don’t deal with problems; I start ‘em,” Pauleena said in an even tone.
“Listen bitch…I don’t know who you think you are, but it’s obvious you don’t know who your fucking with,” Frankie said as he popped his collar. “In this city, I’m the supplier of suppliers. And anything in this city must come through me first, understand?”
“What the fuck is going on over here?” G-money asked as he walked up. “Frankie I know you not over heregiving my girl problems?”
“Oh I didn’t know she was with you G,” Frankie said, copping a plea. “Why didn’t you say you was with G-money?” he asked, looking over at Pauleena for an answer.
“Yo, did he disrespect you?” G-money asked.
“He sure did,” Pauleena said with a smirk on herface. Before the words could leave Pauleena’s mouth, G-money had already crashed a half empty champagne bottle over Frankie’s head. Pauleena quickly turned her head so no shattered glass would get in her eyes.
“Get ya punk ass up. Don’t ever disrespect her again, you hear me?” G-money growled as he took everything valuable that Frankie had in his pockets before Malcolm tossed the Italian man outside the club, and onto the curb.
“You know that cocksucker?” Pauleena asked in asalty tone as she helped herself to another drink.
“Yeah, he used to be me and Ali’s old connect,” G-money replied as he noticed Destiny return from the restroom. “I think I might need to borrow that limo tonight,” he said, feeling a little buzz from the champagne.
Pauleena looked over in Destiny’s direction and knew what Gmoney’s plans were for the night. “Go ahead and enjoy yourself,” Pauleena said with a wink as she turned to face Malcolm. “I’m going to need you to call up our second driver.”
Malcolm didn’t speak. Instead, he replied with a quick head nod.
“Is everything alright?” Destiny asked as she noticed blood dripping from G-money’s hand.
“Yeah everything is cool. I had to rough some cat up real quick,” G-money said nonchalantly as he wrapped his hand up with a few napkins. “Listen baby I’m about to get up outta here. Would you like to join me?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Come on ma, don’t be like that. We could grab a bite to eat, some chicken, steak, what ever you want.”
“I am a little hungry,” Destiny said, looking at her wristwatch. “Do you have chicken in your house?”
“Yeah I got some of everything in my crib,” G-money replied.
“Oh okay because I don’t eat a lot of peoples cooking and I don’t eat out either. So if you got chicken at your crib, then I’ll hook us up a meal,” Destiny suggested.
“That sounds like a plan. Let me grab our coats and we out,” G-money said as he headed over to the coat check. When G-money returned, the two quickly filed for the exit. When they stepped outside, they noticed it was now snowing badly.
“Oh I love the snow,” Destiny said out loud, taking in the view.
“I can dig it,” G-money said as the driver opened up the back door to the limo so G-money and his lady friend could enter.
“This is nice,” Destiny said, looking around.
“My motto is live everyday like it’s your last. You never know when it’s your time to go, so I’m just enjoying my life,” Gmoney shrugged his shoulders.
“I ain’t mad at that,” Destiny said, making herself more comfortable.
“So what was a fine young thing like you doing up in that bushy ass club?”
“I’m a classy kind of girl. All those other spots be too rowdy. But don’t get it twisted, I’m still hood allday,” Destiny said with authority.
The limo driver pulled up in front of G-money’s condo and placed the limo in park. G-money never took chicks he first met to his main crib, always to the condo.
“Damn, you got a nice spot,” Destiny said as sheslid out of the back seat of the limo.
“You only live once so I might as well live it up,” Gmoney said as he lead Destiny to the front door.
“What’s good? You want me to give you a tour around this joint?”
“Nah, you can just show me where the kitchen is so I can get started on dinner,” Destiny replied, tryingto hide her interest in G-money.
“A’ight, just walk straight through the living room and you can’t miss it. I’mma go slip into something a little more comfortable,” G-money said as he headed upstairs to the second level of the condo.
Destiny walked through the living room and was surprised how good the man was living. “Damn, this brother got a fire place and everything,” she said to herself as she finally entered the kitchen. Ten minutes later, G-money returned back downstairs wearing a wife beater, a pair of Red Monkeys, and some slippers.
“Yo, you got everything you need?”
“Yeah I found everything,” Destiny said, checking out all G-money’s tattoos on the low.
“A’ight I’mma be in the living room getting my drink on,” G-money said as a blunt hung from the corner of his mouth. “You want me to get you a drink?”
“Yeah, you got Alize’?”
“Yeah I got you,” G-money said as he made his way over to the stereo. Destiny’s body jumped slightly when she heard DJ Khaled “Brown Paper Bag” blast through the speakers. Once Destiny realized what song was playing, she immediately began to bob her head as she continued to season the chicken.
G-money headed over to his mini bar area and fixed him and Destiny drinks. As he fixed their drinks, Pauleena’s word struck a cord within him. “Slow down. What’s the point in making all this money if you never get to enjoy it?”
G-money took one step in the kitchen and looked at Destiny’s nice sized ass, and made up his mind that he would now start to enjoy his money instead of raise hell.
“Here’s your drink ma,” he said, handing her a glass of Alize’.
“Thanks.”
“No, thank you. It’s been a while since I had a gorgeous woman cooking for me in my kitchen.”
A smirk danced on Destiny’s lips. “Are you just telling me what I want to hear or are you serious?”
“Do I look like the type of nigga who play games?” Gmoney asked, downing the Henny in one gulp.
“Hold on, let me take a good look at you,” Destiny said as she turned to face G-money.
Before she could come back with a slick response, G-money grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her passionately. Twenty seconds later, Destiny’s hands were all down G-money’s monkeys (jeans) fondling his lovestick. She quicklyworked him to stiffness.
“Let me see what you working with,” G-money slurred.
Destiny quickly complied, as she turned off the stove and lead G-money to the living room and shoved him on the couch. She quickly slid out of her dress, and slowly and sensually began to gyrate her hips to 50 Cent’s song “Amusement Park.” She palmed her full breast and pulled at her tender brown nipples as she continued to entertain G-money.
“You just gonna sit there and watch me all night?” Destiny hummed in a challenging tone.
With that being said, G-money immediately backed out (pulled out his pipe) “Don’t talk me to death,” he told her.
G-money sat back and watched Destiny take his erected member into her warm mouth and wrap her juicy lipsaround his shaft. As G-money began to fuck Destiny’s mouth, she felt her pussy began to warm and moisten.
Destiny’s mouth felt so good that G-money grabbed the back of her head, and begged her not to stop as he slowly glided in and out of her mouth.
“You like that daddy?” Destiny asked as she rubbed her clit, then stuck her fingers in G-money’s mouth. After a few more minutes of sucking, G-money couldn’t take it anymore. He aggressively turned Destiny around, rolled on a condom, and entered her pulsating pussy.
“Oh shit…” she sighed and panted in pleasure as she took the dick the best she could.
“Don’t cry now,” G-money grumbled as he slid deeper and deeper inside her tight hole.
“That’s right. I want you fuck me just like that,” Destiny said through clenched teeth as she threw the ass back. G-money grabbed Destiny’s waist as he watched her ass slap back and fourth against his torso. After about 20 minutes of getting her back dug out, Destiny crawled away from G-money’s back shots.
“What’s wrong?” G-money asked.
“I’m about to suck the shit out of your dick,” Destiny slurred as she quickly removed G-money’s condom andthrew his dick right back in her mouth. Once G-money felt Destiny’s mouth on his dick, he moaned and cursed loudly. Destiny gingerly licked, sucked, and kissed his dick as she made her way to his shaft, then his balls. G-money just sat back and watched Destiny’s performance.
Destiny jerked and pulled on G-money dick as she sucked on it, making loud slurping noises until he finally exploded in her mouth. 15 minutes later, the two were both passed out on the couch.

“Yo slow this muthafucka down!” Knowledge barked. “You tryna get us pulled over before we hit the spot?”
“My fault. Its so much snow on the ground I can’t even see the lines in the streets,” Suge said.
“Well maybe if you take off those fucking sunglasses and slow this muthafucka down, you’ll be able to see something,” Knowledge told him.
The young killer who sat behind Suge chuckled.
“What the fuck you back there laughing at?” Suge huffed, feeling embarrassed. “I bet you won’t be laughing in 15 minutes.”
“I always show up when its time to perform,” Shorty said from the back seat.
“Don’t get mad at youngin cause you got them stupid ass shades on,” Knowledge laughed as he placed a pair of white latex gloves on his hands.
“Fuck all that. Is G-money alright with this hit?” Suge asked, focusing hard on the road.
“It doesn’t matter. He put me in charge, so the choice is mine and we doing this shit point blank,” Knowledge said as he loaded his 12-gauge pump shotgun. “It’s time to give that faggot a wake up call anyway. He probably thinking we forgot about his bitch ass,” he said in between puffs of his Newport. “Nigga really think he gon’ put some Jamaicans up in one of our old spots, get the fuck outta here,” he said heatedly.
“Well you know I’m down for whatever,” Suge said as he pulled over a block away from the pizza shop on the corner. “So what’s the plan?” Shorty asked from the back seat.
“Listen Shorty, just shut the fuck up and follow our lead a’ight?” Suge growled as he rolled down his ski mask, placing his shades over the mask.
“What the fuck? Take them shits off,” Knowledge huffed.
“Chill! These my good luck sunglasses,” Suge hissed. “How the fuck is my shades bothering you?”
“This nigga got on a ski mask with sunglasses,” Knowledge said out loud to no one in particular, ashe exited the vehicle shaking his head. Knowledge made it a few steps away from the pizza shop before he rolled down his ski mask. “Let’s do this,” Knowledge entered the pizza shop, and quickly headed straight to the back door.
“Hey no one go back there,” the cashier grumbled ina heavy accent. A split second later, Suge entered the pizza shop and knocked out the cashier’s front teeth with his .45. In a quick motion, Suge hopped over the counter and emptied out the register.
Knowledge entered the back room that read “Employees Only.” He entered the room and as soon as he turned to his left, a tall man with long dred locks stood in front of his shotgun. “Where the shit at?”
“What you talk bout?” the Jamaican asked, faking ignorance. With no trace of emotion, Knowledge pulled the trigger sending the Jamaican’s brains splashing all over the wall. Suge heard the loud gunshot and prayed that Knowledge was okay. His job was to guard the front door. The only thing that kept him from running to the back was discipline.
The head Jamaican sat in his office in the backcounting money until he heard a thunderous gunshot ring out. From how loud the gunshot was, he could tell the gunman wasclose. The Jamaican quickly grabbed the AR-15 that rested under his desk. “Pussy boys wanna cum fuck wit me? Don’t know who dem fucking wit!” He grumbled as he cocked the machine gun and aimed it at the door.
Knowledge slowly eased towards the door with caution. He slowly placed his ear to the door to see if he could hear whether someone was inside. Before he could removehis ear from the door, about eight shots flew through the door missing Knowledge by a fingernail.
“Me a blood clot gorilla! You no wanna fuck wit me pussy boy!” The Jamaican yelled as he slowly eased towards the door coming from an angle. Suge almost shitted on himself when he heard a loud series of gunshots go off. He knew right off the back that it couldn’t of been Knowledge because those shots came from some type of machine gun.
Once the shots flew through the door, Knowledge quickly laid his shotgun on the floor and removed his .40 cal from the small of his back. On the count of three, he pointed his arm at the door and let off five shots in rapid succession.
Once the Jamaican heard the gunman return fire, he quickly pulled the trigger as the gun rattled in his hand.
Knowledge was about to return fire, until he sawtwo big suitcases sitting over in the corner. Something about two suitcases in the corner of a pizza shop didn’t seem right to Knowledge. With out thinking twice, Knowledge grabbed the two suitcases and headed back towards the front of the pizza shop. When Knowledge came from out the back, Suge almostshot him. “Damn nigga I almost shot you,” Suge exhaled.
“Take them stupid ass sunglasses off then maybe you’ll be able to see,” Knowledge joked as he handed Suge one of the suitcases. The two men stopped dead in their tracks when they heard six shots go off. “Where the fuck did those shots come from?” Knowledge asked.
“Them shits came from outside” Suge replied as he dashed outside to find Shorty standing by the car with his 9mm smoking. Suge looked over on the ground and saw twomen with dred locks laid out on the concrete.
“Come on we out!” Suge yelled as him and Knowledge both ran to the get away car and slid in; each man holding a suitcase.
“Yo Shorty punch this shit,” Knowledge yelled from the back seat. Before Knowledge could get his words out, Shorty got behind the wheel and gunned the engine.