Tears of a Hustler 2 (13 page)

* * * * “Your spot always be having the baddest bitches,” Gmoney said out loud.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Pauleena replied with a smile.

G-money grabbed a bottle of champagne and began to guzzle it as he felt his phone vibrating. Immediately, he recognized that the call was being made from Nancy’s house.

“Yo, where you at?” Nancy yelled so G-money could hear her over the loud music.
“I’m at the club right now.”
“Oh, well go to the bathroom so you can hear cause I got Ali on the other line.”
“A’ight I’m going right now,” G-money said.
“Hurry up so I can click over.”
“Yo I’ll be right back,” G-money said as he snaked through the crowd, heading towards the bathroom. As G-money squeezed through the crowd, Pauleena noticed two dirty looking men creeping up on G-money from behind. From the filthy thick beards they sported, Pauleena figured it wasn’t a coincidence. Without thinking twice, she pulled her 9mm from herhandbag and moved through the crowd as fast as her three-inch heels could take her, with Malcolm in tow. As soon as G-money entered the bathroom, he looked under each stall, making sure he was alone. “Put my man on the phone,” he said excitedly.
“Hold on,” Nancy said as she quickly clicked over.
“Hello?” Ali’s voice boomed through the phone.
“My nigga, what’s good? You been getting the money I been sending you?”
“Yeah I got it.”
“It’s nothing, but how you holding up in there?” Gmoney asked.
“I’m standing strong. Ya man Skip up in here with me.”
“I heard, I heard. But yo, I’mma be up there next weekend to see ya’ll.”
“That’s what’s up. How you holding up out there?” Ali asked.
“Everything is cool. The team is still moving and getting stronger than ever.”
Before G-money could say another word, he heard the bathroom door bust open. When he turned around, all he saw was two big cannons in his face.
“You already know what this is!” One of the gunmen growled as he snatched G-money’s Iphone from out ofhis hand.
“Ya man getting robbed right now,” the gunman said into the receiver as he tossed the phone over in the corner.
“Take whatever ya’ll want,” G-money said as he continued to guzzle from his bottle.
“This nigga must think we playing,” the other gunman said as he slapped G-money in the face with the ratchet.
“Look at me! I know you remember me,” the man said as he unarmed G-money. “Let me refresh your memory. My cousin Victor, you put him in a wheelchair about ayear ago,” he growled as his partner stripped G-money of all his valuable belongings.
Seconds later, the two gunmen heard the bathroom door bust open. Before they knew what was going on, Pauleena was already in motion. Two hollow point messengers of death found a home in the first gunman’s chest and neck, dropping him instantly. Not knowing what to do, the second gunman aimed his pistol at Pauleena. But as he pulled the trigger, G-money managed to grab his arm and redirected the bullet.
Pauleena and Malcolm sat in the doorway watching as Gmoney and the gunman battled to get control of the gun. Pauleena was getting ready to shoot but decided to hold fire, not wanting to hit G-Money by mistake.
G-Money and the gunman scuffled for about 30 seconds before a single shot went off ending the scuffle. A smile appeared on Pauleena’s face when she saw the gunman drop down to his knees and cough up blood.
“You thought you was going to rob me muthafucka?” Gmoney said calmly as he emptied the whole clip in the gunman’s face. Seconds later, six big bouncers came running into the bathroom.
“Pauleena is everything okay?” One of the bouncers asked.
“Yeah everything is cool. I’m just going to need ya’ll to get rid of these bodies for me,” Pauleena said nonchalantly. “Make sure you take em out back and clean up this mess too,” she ordered as she, G-money, and Malcolm exited the bathroom.
“Yo I’m about to get up out of here,” G-money said, shaking his head.
“Do that. You look like you could use some rest.”
“A’ight I’mma call you tomorrow,” G-money said as he kissed Pauleena on the cheek.
“Okay. Oh and don’t forget to go check out the gift I got you,” Pauleena said with a wink.
G-money dug down in his pocket and pulled out the hotel key that she gave him earlier. “A’ight I got you. This better not be no whack shit either or else I’mma be tight,” he said as he exited the club and slid in the back of his limo.

“So where you from?” The driver asked.
“Queens,” Q replied quickly.
“Oh word? My cousin lives out there. What part you

from?”
“Why the fuck does it matter what part I’m from?” Q
barked.
“Nah, I was just asking.”
“Well stop asking me all these fucking questions,” Q
snarled.
Knowledge sat in the back listening to Q disrespect his young
soldier. Once Knowledge thought they were far enough away from the club, he pulled out his .380 and shot Q in the back of
his head.
“OH SHIT!! Damn you could of at least gave me a
warning,” the driver yelled, still a little startled.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t stand hearing his mouth for one
more second,” Knowledge chuckled from the back seat. “Damn nigga you farted?”
“Nah, I ain’t fart”
“So what the fuck is that smell?”
“It’s a dead nigga in the front seat. His muscles are
relaxed so he probably shitted on himself, now pull over,”
Knowledge said, schooling the young soldier.
Once the driver pulled over, him and Knowledge quickly exited
the Buick. “Where the fuck is this guy? I told himto stay right
behind us,” Knowledge said out loud. Seconds later, Suge pulled
up. “Damn ya’ll standing over in the cut I almost didn’t see ya’ll.” “If you take those stupid ass shades off, then maybe you
might be able to see,” Knowledge hissed as he and his young
soldier slid in the vehicle.
“Nigga you know I always wear my shades when I go on
a job,” Suge huffed as he gunned the engine, fleeing the crime
scene.

G-money stepped off the elevator on the fourth floor of the hotel and strolled down the hallway until he found the room he was looking for. Before he pulled out the key, he felt his cell phone vibrating on his waist. He looked at the caller I.D. and saw that it was Knowledge calling him. “Yeah what’s up?” He answered.

“It’s done!”
“A’ight bet, I’ll holla at you later,” G-money said, quickly ending the conversation. Not wanting to be bothered, he turned his phone off and pulled the room key out of his pocket. He slid the card through the door and the green light flashed, signaling for him to enter. G-money drew his .45 as he slowly entered the room with caution. Once inside the room, G-money noticed two beautiful ladies laid across the bed wearing nothing but thongs.
“Are you G-money?” the darker one out of the two asked seductively.
“The one and only,” he answered as he hungrily eyed the two women.
“Damn Pauleena didn’t tell us you was this fine,” the light skinned one said openly. “I’m Nicole and thisis Zora,” she said, pointing to her friend. “I want you to just sit back and just enjoy yourself,” Nicole said as she pushed G-moneyonto the love seat as she climbed back on the bed with Zora.
G-money just sat back in the love seat and watched as Zora and Nicole began to tongue kiss in front of him. His manhood quickly stiffened as he continued to watch the two women kiss and explore each other’s body.
After a long kiss, Nicole slid Zora’s thong off and slowly began to rub and massage her clit. Zora moaned and cursed loudly as she felt her pussy began to warm and moisten. “Come eat my pussy,” she demanded. Nicole complied as she thrust her tongue inside Zora’s warm pussy, then alternated between tonguefucking her and sucking on her clit. Zora gasped, sucking in air through clenched teeth.
G-money sat back, shaking around the ice in hisglass as he continued to watch the show.
“Oh shit…” Zora sighed as she grabbed Nicole’s head and begged her not to stop. Seconds later, Zora’s body tensed as she began to climax. Once the two finished eating each other out, they turned their attention and focus on G-money. By this time, his dick was already rock hard.
“Take those clothes off now!” Zora demanded as she and Nicole stood over him watching his every move. Without hesitation, G-money peeled his clothes off. He sat back and watched as Zora and Nicole fought to see which one was going to suck his dick first.
Zora won the battle and slowly began to lick around the rim of his dick with the tip off her tongue, while Nicole dipped her head beneath his balls and started licking in a circular motion. Zora and Nicole both licked and sucked all over Gmoney’s shaft and head. And once he came, the two fought to taste his fluids. No matter how many times G-money came, Zora and Nicole got his dick back hard and took turns riding it over and over again until the sun rose the next day.

“Yo let me get two of them shits,” an inmate said as he handed Skip a 50-dollar bill. Skip took the money and handed the inmate two small bags of dope.

“This some good shit you got. If you keep this shit, I’ll have my girl start bringing me more money,” The inmate said as he opened up his package.

“You already know we only keep the best!” Skip yelled over his shoulder as he exited the man’s cell and headed down the tier.

Skip stopped and noticed a white man with a baldhead and too many tattoos approaching him.
“What’s up?” Skip asked, taking a defensive stance.
“Boy have you lost your fucking mind?” the white man growled. “This is my fucking territory. I know you not dumb enough to be selling on my property without paying rent, and even more importantly without my permission.”
“Listen…I don’t know what ya’ll skinheads got going on….” “Who the fuck you calling a skinhead?” the white man growled, getting all up in Skip’s face. “My name is Rose,” he yelled in Skip’s face.
Skip was about to steal on the skinhead until aC.O. strolled up. “Is everything alright over here?” he asked, looking at Rose and Skip.
“Yeah everything is cool,” Rose said with a warm smile. “Listen you black bastard, I better not catch you slinging on my property again or that’s your ass,” he snarled as he walked off.
“I’m so scared!” Skip yelled as Rose walked off. “Punk ass white boy,” he said out loud as he headed straight for Ali’s cell.
Ali sat in his cell shooting the breeze with Lil Bit when Skip walk up in his cell.
“Yo some skinhead just pressed me, talking about I can’t sell nothing without his permission and if he catch me slangin again, its gonna be a problem.”
“Which skinhead?” Ali asked in an even tone.
“That bitch ass cracker standing in the middle,” Skip said, pointing at the pack of skinheads standing together.
“Oh that’s Rose. He’s the leader of the Aryan Nation,” Lil Bit announced.
“Aight, I’m about to go over there and holla at that clown,” Ali said as he threw on his white pants.
“Where the fuck you get those pants from?” Skip asked.
“These crackers got ya boy working in the messhall (kitchen),” Ali said sourly. “Yo ya’ll wait right here, while I go holla at these skinheads mufuckas,” He said as he headed towards where the Aryan Nation stood.
“Yo which one of ya’ll fools is Rose?” Ali asked, approaching the group.
“Who the fuck wants to know?” One of the skinheads shot back.
“Who’s asking?” Ali fumed.
“I’m Rose, how can I help you?”
“I need to speak to you in private?”
“Right this way,” Rose said as he led Ali inside his cell. “I’m listening.”
“You had some words with my man earlier. What was that all about?” Ali asked, getting straight to thepoint.
“Your man was out of line earlier. I caught himon my property.”
“How you figure?”
“What you mean how I figure? I caught the cocksucker slinging on my property. He’s lucky I didn’t kill his ass,” Rose said, placing a cigarette in his mouth.
“I don’t fuck with none of your peoples, so don’t fuck with mine,” Ali declared.
“You got some big ass balls nigger!” Rose said, blowing smoke in Ali face. “You a new jack in here boy! You ain’t been here for two full years. I heard you were big time while you were on the streets, but in here you ain’t shit buta number big time sumbitch,” he growled inches away from Ali’s face.
“It’s on you, however you wanna play it; just let me know,” Ali said with a smirk on his face.
“Boy you dumber than you look,” Rose chuckled as he watched Ali walk off.
“Yo Ice Pick come here,” Rose called out.
“What’s up?” Ice Pick asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Its time to teach the new jack how to play with the big dogs,” Rose raised an eyebrow.

“So you sure it was one of G-money’s boys who robbed the pizza shop?” Rell asked, his brown eyes glittering dangerously.

“Me never forget a face,” the Jamaican said in a mellow tone; yet it was firm.
“A’ight, so it was them who been trying to get at me,” Rell said in deep thought.
“Let me know me what to do cuz you know me got a hundred yardies ready to lick shots,” the Jamaican said, making a gun with his finger for extra emphasis.
“I want G-money dead,” Rell stated harshly.
“Just give me the word,” the Jamaican said with a bugged out look on his face. “Blood clot pussy boys killed my brotha.”
“A’ight round up your soldiers and go take care of this situation. I want you to take out as many of them as you can. I don’t care if they with their wives, girlfriends, kids or whatever,” Rell said as he studied the Jamaican in front of him.
“You no worry, Dirty gonna show you how me turnit up,” Dirty said as he filed for the door.
* * * *
“Here’s $20,000. I want G-money dead. And once you’re done with him, I want you to kill that Pauleena bitch,” Frankie said, handing Jimmy the money.
“This ain’t enough,” Jimmy said flatly.
“Once you get rid of G-money, you’ll get the rest of the money.”
“I thought you and G-money were cool?” Jimmy asked.
“We were until he cracked a bottle over my fucking head,” Frankie exclaimed loudly.
“I’ll kill anybody as long as you paying for it,” Jimmy said with a smile.
“That’s why I pay you the big bucks,” Frankie countered as the two busted out laughing.

Knowledge’s Benz pulled up directly in front of the club bumping Camron’s Killa Season c.d. He stepped out of the Benz wearing a black short cut mink with the hood, along with plenty of jewelry. As soon as he stepped foot on the curb, Suge and about seven soldiers awaited his arrival.