Tears of a Hustler 2 (18 page)

Knock, Knock, Knock. Debo waited patiently on the other side of the door for an answer.
No answer came back.
Debo quickly pulled out his Desert Eagle. “You alright in there?” He yelled as he knocked on the door again.
“Come in,” a voice from behind the door called.
Debo entered Rell’s office and found him sitting behind his desk, talking on the phone.
“What can I do for you?” Rell asked as he hung up the phone and turned to face his best friend, slash bodyguard.
“I got some bad news,” Debo said, taking his eyes off Rell and looking down at the floor.
“I’m listening,” Rell said. His eyebrows rose slightly.
“It’s Heather,” Debo began quietly. “They found her dead in her house.”
A small grin appeared across Rell’s face. “Nah impossible, I just spoke to her last night,” he said in disbelief. Debo didn’t reply. He just slid the daily newspaper from his back pocket and tossed it on Rell’s desk. On the front page, was a nice looking picture of Heather with the words: “Innocent woman robbed and murdered,” in bold letters.
Rell quickly shoved the newspaper off his desk and onto the floor out of frustration. “Find out who did this,” he demanded as he banged his fist on top of his desk.
“G-money and his peoples,” Debo answered. “I already passed the word on to all the soldiers to tool up.”
“Nah,” Rell said shaking his head. “This muthafucka has gone too far. I gotta handle this myself,” he said as he pulled his p89 from out of the top drawer. “Fuck sending the goons after G-money, I’m going to kill him myself. This ain’t business no more, it’s personal!”
“I can’t let you take on G-money and his crew alone,” Debo protested.
“I must do this alone,” Rell said louder than he had to, as he got up and fetched his Teflon vest. “I’m fromthe old school,” he said as he strapped on the bulletproof vest.
“I’m not just going to sit around and watched you take on a army by yourself,” Debo said, not taking no for an answer.
“You know what?” Rell asked, staring at Debo. “I could use a driver.”
“I got you covered,” Debo said with a smile on his face.
“Make sure you call Maurice and let him know he’s the man until this shit blows over.”
“I got you,” Debo said as he quickly pulled outhis cell phone, doing what he was told.
Rell threw a hooded sweatshirt over his vest, followed by an all black army jacket. “Make sure you let Maurice know if he needs some muscle, to call up those wild ass yardies,” Rell said as he shoved six extra clips into his pocket.
“I got you covered boss.”
* * * *
“Pull over right there on the corner,” Knowledge said, pointing to three thugs, standing on the corner.
Without thinking twice, Shorty did as he was told.
“What’s good my niggaz? How it’s looking out here?” Knowledge asked as he smoothly slid out of the Lexus rubbing his hands together.
“It’s looking marvelous,” a deep voice man answered as he gave Knowledge a pound.
“You got that for me?” Knowledge asked as he coolly glanced at his watch.
“Yeah of course,” the deep voice man answered as him and Knowledge headed inside the building they stood in front of. Once inside the building, Deep voice pulled out a key and headed for the mailboxes. He stuck his key in the lock and pulled out a big wad of cash that had a money clip around it, and handed it to Knowledge.
“This $4,700?” Knowledge asked with a raised brow. “I don’t have to count it do I?”
“Don’t even come at me like that,” Deep voice said as he nudged Knowledge. “I’ll have the other half for you tomorrow.”
“A’ight, cool. You be safe out here,” Knowledgesaid as he gave Deep voice a pound, and slid back in the Lexus and peeled off into the night.
* * * *
“That bitch G-money has to fall!” Rell said as he stared blankly out the passenger window.
“Don’t worry. We gon drop all them fools one by one,” Debo said as he stopped for the red light.
“In about two more blocks, we should be approaching one of G-money’s corners,” Rell said calmly as he cocked back his p89.
* * * *
“Nah I can’t do nothing with 17,” Deep voice huffed, not even looking at the fiend who stood in front of him.
“Come on I been copping from ya’ll niggaz since forever,” the fiend protested. “Hook a brother up.”
“Hook you up?” Deep voice echoed, getting frustrated. “You got 10 seconds to get up out my face… eight, nine,” he started to count as he watched the fiend walk off mumbling something under his breath. “Don’t come back until ya paper grow a few inches,” he yelled out as he hog spit onthe ground. “It’s too fucking cold out here to be playing games,” he said to no one in particular. Deep voice pulled out his cell phone and was about to call his shorty until he saw a heavily tinted whip cruising down the block at a slow speed. “Yo hold that down I think that’s five-o,” he yelled out to his two partners. * * * *
“That’s them right there?” Debo asked with fire dancing in his eyes.
“Yeah, that’s them. Slow this motherfucker down,” Rell ordered as he rolled down his window, and stuck his p89 out and let it bark.
Ten gun shots later, Debo gunned the engine, fleeing the scene. On the corner, the three workers laid lifeless in front of the building they worked out of.

Ali laid on his bunk, reading a article in the new Don Diva magazine until he heard a loud commotion coming from outside his cell. “What the fuck?” He said out loud as he slid off his bunk, and headed out his cell to see what all the fuss was about.
Outside the cell, Skip had some white kid hemmed up, fishing through his pockets. “Where my money at?” Skip asked with a sharp edge in his voice.

“Yo what’s the problem?” Ali asked, approachingthe two men.
“This bitch owe us two hundred dollars and he don’t wanna pay.”
“Because I don’t have the money,” the white boy pleaded.
“You had the money. But instead of paying what you owe, you went and copped some shit from Rose,” Skip said, blowing up the spot.
“Let him go,” Ali said in an even tone.
“What?” Skip asked, giving Ali a strange look.
“I said let him go,” Ali repeated himself.
“What the fuck was that about?” Skip asked oncethe white boy was out of earshot. “That’s like the seventh fiend we lost this week.”
“Better product always wins,” Ali said, looking over at Rose and the Aryan Nation family playing cards. “And right now, Rose has the better product.”
“Well we need to tell Loco to get some better shit,” Skip suggested.
“Fuck Loco. He don’t know shit about good quality dope. He just tryna make a couple dollars,” Ali said as he headed in his cell and reached in his pillowcase to pull out the Nextel that Nancy brought him a few weeks ago. Ali dialed a number and sat on his bunk waiting for the person on the other end to answer.
“Hello,” Nancy answered in a happy tone.
“Hey bae, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I’m just laying on the couch watchingT.V., I was just thinking about you,” she said, switching her position on the couch.
“I was thinking about you too. But check it out,I need a favor.”
“Whatever you need, you know I got you,” Nancy replied.
“I need you to tell G-money that I need some dogfood (dope).”
“Dog food?” Nancy echoed. “What’s that?”
“He’ll know what it is when you tell him,” Ali said quickly.
“Okay I got you boo.”
“So what you got on right now bae?” Ali asked in aseductive tone.
“I’m just laying here wearing your favorite; a red thong and matching bra.”
“Mmmmm…Damn bae, you got your man dick harder than learning how to play the piano,” Ali flirted.
“I wish you were here right now so I could suckand fuck the shit out of your dick,” Nancy said in her sexiest voice.
“Nah, don’t even worry about that. I worked something out with one of the C.O.’s up here. Next time you come up here, make sure you bring four hundred dollars, and the C.O. gonna let us slide off in one those trailers that they got for the married people.”
A broad smile appeared across Nancy’s face. “Forreal?”
“True story, and make sure you wear those red pumps I like,”
“I got you daddy,” Nancy sang like a little schoolgirl.
“But I gotta get ready to go to work baby. I’m going to call you as soon as I get off.”
“Oh yeah…I forgot they got you working in the kitchen,” Nancy said, suddenly remembering.
“Yeah you know how these crackers play. But let me go, I’mma scream at you later. Love you.”
“I love you too baby,” Nancy said, blowing him a kiss through the phone.
“A’ight one,” Ali said, ending the conversation.
“So what’s up?” Skip asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“We wait,” Ali said plainly. “I just put in the order. Give it a week and we’ll have a new supply. But for now, we keep pumping the shit we got until the new package arrives.”
“A’ight cool,” Skip said. The two men quickly turned around when they heard a C.O. banging on the cell door with their night stick.
“What’s up Ali?” Crystal sang in a seductive tone.
“Ain’t nothing Ms. Ruby. I’m just chilling. How you feeling?” Ali said, returning her stare.
“I been good; just a little tired,” she said, playfully stretching her arms.
“Yo I’mma head back to my cell. I’ll holla at you later,” Skip said as he exited the cell. Before he left, he made sure he turned and took a peek at Crystal’s healthy ass. “Damn,” he said under his breath as he visualized the two of them having wild sex in his mind.
“So what’s going on Ms. Ruby, how can I help you?” Ali asked.
Crystal placed her hands on her hips. “I thoughtI told you to call me Crystal?”
“Oh yeah my bad,” Ali apologized with a warm smile.
“Anyway the warden wants to see you, so he sent me to come get you.”
“Fuck the warden wanna see me for?”
“I have no idea,” Crystal replied with a puzzled look on her face.
“A’ight, come on. Let’s be out,” Ali said as he grabbed his green button up shirt, threw it on, and followed Crystal as she led the way.
Meanwhile, Rose sat over in the day room playingcards, watching Ali’s every move. Once the C.O. escorted Ali out of the housing unit, Rose made his move. He looked over atIce Pick and gave him the go ahead nod.
“I got you,” Ice pick said with a nod of understanding, as he stood up from the table and headed over to whereLil Bit stood with his back turned, talking to a customer. As Ice pick got closer to the midget, he slid an ice pick with tape wrapped around the handle from his back pocket. In a smooth motion, Ice pick jabbed the ice pick in Lil Bit’s back twice as he continued to walk by like nothing never even happened. Instantly, Lil Bit’s eyes lit up as he felt the sharp object pierce through his back. He immediately droppedto his knees, clawing at his back. “So have you read any new books lately?” Crystal asked, making small talk as she and Ali strolled down the empty hallway.
“Nah, not lately. I got a few new joints, but I haven’t read them yet,” Ali replied as Crystal led him through the empty kitchen, and into a small storage closet.
“What the fuck….” Before Ali could get the words out, Crystal had planted his back against the wall and began slobbing him down, as she massaged his dick through his green Dickie pants with her free hand.
Ali was about stop her, but decided to just go with the flow. Having a lady C.O. on his team comes with plenty of benefits.
Crystal slowly eased her way from Ali’s lips, down to his nice sized dick. “Damn you backed up I see,” she said as she held his balls in her hand and slowly began to lick them in a circular motion. When she finally made it to his dick, she slowly put the head in her mouth and began licking aroundthe rim of his dick with the tip of her tongue. Ali threw his head back as he stroked the back of Crystal’s neck while she handled her business. After about six minutes of sucking, Crystal rose to her feet. “Fuck me Ali. We don’t have that much time,” she said as she handed him a condom.
Ali quickly rolled on the condom, pulled Crystal’s uniform pants and thong down to her ankles, and began fucking the shit out of her.
Crystal bit her bottom lip with her hands wrapped around her ankles as Ali slid in and out of her at a steady pace. Ali stood with the screw face as he watched his dick disapear in and out of the correctional officer’s wet, juicy pussy.
When Ali felt himself getting ready to cum, he instantly gripped her small waist and began to hammer into her harder until he filled his condom with his fluids.
“Damn, I ain’t know it was like that,” Crystal said as she slid her thong back up in the crack of her ass.
“Yo you wilding. If we get caught, you gon loseyour job and I’m gonna get my ass whipped,” Ali said, knowing how them crackers upstate got down.
“Be easy,” Crystal said in a relaxed tone. “No one will ask us no questions when they see you with me,” she said, motioning towards the sheild right above her left breast.
Ali shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it; I ain’t stressing it if you ain’t.”
“I ain’t stressing shit. I know you just betterkeep your mouth shut,” Crystal warned, giving Ali a look that could kill.
“That’s the last thing you gotta worry about,” Ali assured her as the two headed back down the empty hallway. When the two returned back to the housing unit, Crystal noticed that the place was on lock down. “What the fuck done happened now?” She thought out loud as one of her co-worker buzzed her and Ali in through the metal door.
“What happened?” Crystal asked curiously.
“An inmate got stabbed in his back…again,” the white officer said sarcastically with a smirk on his face. “Who are you and what’s your name?” The officer asked in a bored tone as he turned and faced Ali.
“Ali, I’m up in cell 38,” he told the officer.
“Cell 38 huh?” The officer said, trying to find Ali’s name on the clipboard he held. “Looks like your Bunkie is the inmate that got stabbed,” the officer said as a smirk danced across his lips.
“You got 20 seconds to get to your cell,” the officer said as he pressed a button behind his desk that opened up Ali’s cell. Ali didn’t respond to the ignorant officer. Instead, he just headed straight to his cell. As he headed up the corridor,he gave Crystal a private glance. She returned his glance and gave him a short head nod in return before she was taken out of her zone by the other officer’s gruff voice.
“Fucking animals,” he said in a disgusted tone.
“Motherfuckers can’t go a day without killing one another.”
“I know what you mean,” Crystal said over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. She couldn’t stand how most of the staff working at the facility treated the inmates. Just because the men were incarcerated, doesn’t mean they should get treated and talked to like animals.
“You have a good night Ms. Ruby,” the white officer said as he closely watched the nice shaped woman’s ass cheeks bounce up and down with each step she took.
“Good night,” Crystal replied as she stepped onthe other side of the metal door.
Ali reached his cell and noticed all of Lil bit’s belongings were gone. “Fuck!” He yelled out loud. Ali didn’t know what went down, but he knew he would soon find out, and someone was gonna have hell to pay.