Tears of a Hustler 2 (9 page)

“You better shut ya fucking mouth right now!” G-money warned.
Roy quickly placed his p89 on top of the front tire of an unknown vehicle. “Gimme ya heat,” he said as he took Gmoney’s pistol and did the same with it.

“What the fuck was you doing with those clowns?” Gmoney hissed.
“What does it matter?” Coco asked in a bored tone.
“I knew you wasn’t nothing but a smutt,” he saidas he mushed her and headed towards his Range Rover.
“You the smutt! I’ve always been faithful to you!” Coco yelled in the middle of the parking lot as she watched G-money and the man with the down south accent hop in the Range Rover and storm out the parking lot like a bat outof hell.

When Ali walked through the visiting room doors, Nancy could see the look of stress covering his face. His whole body language was different. It’s like he wasn’t the same man. Ali used to always be happy and full of joy; that Ali was long gone.

“Hey baby. How they treating you in here?” Nancy asked as she cupped Ali’s unshaven face and gently placedseven to 10 kisses on his lips.

“I’m still standing, so I guess I’m okay.” He smiled weakly.
“Well no matter what, you know I will always be here for you,” Nancy said, placing her hands on top of his.
“Thanks boo, I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m just doing my job,” she said sincerely. “So why were you fighting?”
“Some clown I was beefing with out on the streets put a hit out on me,” Ali said nonchalantly.
“Are you serious?” Nancy asked nervously.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now,” Ali said, looking over at Lil Ali sleeping peacefully in hisstroller.
“Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I got you baby.”
“I brought you some snacks and G-money gave me five gees to put on your account,” Nancy said, changingthe subject.
“What G-money been up to?”
“I don’t know, but I heard him yelling at somebody on the phone this morning,” Nancy chuckled. “He’s always yelling at somebody.”
“You gotta be tough in a tough business.”
“Oh yeah, I heard Skip got locked.”
“Word?” Ali asked in shock.
“Yeah, I heard April was fucking some preacher while Lil Michael was in the house, and Skip walked in on them,” she said, shaking her head.
“Damn! He going to have to sit for a while,” Ali sighed. “You sure April was fucking the preacher?”
“That’s the word that’s going around,” Nancy shrugged her shoulders.
“What’s up with Christie?”
“I don’t know. Nobody heard from her since the incident,” Nancy said looking away. “I called her a few times but I never get an answer.”
“A’ight I need you to go pay her a visit and make sure she’s alright.”
“I’m on it.”
“Then I need you to start looking for a new place.”
“Why?” Nancy asked.
“Because I said so; plus I don’t want you no where around anybody who’s on a lot of people’s death list. Its bad enough I almost got you killed.”
“Baby you know I’ll take a bullet for you,” Nancy chuckled as she heard the fat faced C.O. yell “Visiting hours are over!”
“Okay, I’ll see you the same time next week. Hopefully next time big head will be awake,” she motioned towards Lil Ali getting his sleep on.
“Its all good baby, get home safe,” Ali said, cuffing both of Nancy’s ass cheeks as the two engaged in a long kiss.
“I love you baby,” she purred as she tried to squeeze the life out of Ali when she hugged him.
“I love you too babe,” Ali said, before he headed towards the exit. Nancy walked out of the facility and prepared her mind for the long, lonely ride home.
* * * *

“It was cool,” Ali replied. “I just hate the sad look on her face every time it’s time for her to leave.”
“Yeah, I used to hate that shit too,” Lil Bit said, as he noticed somebody standing in the doorway of their cell. “What’s good, can I help you?” Lil Bit said, throwing his hands up.
“I need to holla at Ali for a second,” the man declared.
Ali looked over at the man and noticed it was the same dude who had helped him out during his fight. “Yeah, what’s poppin?” Ali asked, stepping out of the cell.
“I know you don’t know me or nothing like that, but I’m Loco,” he said, extending his hand.
“Ali,” he said, accepting Loco’s hand. “I appreciate what you did for me a couple months back.”
“Ah don’t mention it. I owed you that,” Loco smiled. “My little cousin was heading down the wrong path, andmy sister told me some cat named Ali gave him a job, and ever since he been on the right path. I also heard if anybody had any problems you were the man to see.”
“I personally don’t know your cousin, but I do my best to hold down the hood,” Ali said truthfully.
“Ever since I heard about you and what you beendoing with the community, I wanted to be down with your organization,” Loco said, giving Ali his props.
Ali chuckled. “My organization is out on the streets. So when you get out, go holla at my man G-money if you wanna join the family.”
“Of course you don’t have an organization up in here… yet!” Loco raised an eyebrow. “You just got here, but you already have the power. All you need are the soldiers; that’s where me and all my Blood homies come in at.” He grinned devilishly.
“What you have in mind?” Ali asked, leaning against the rail.
“It’s like this; I got a few of my homies in here pumping some dog food for me (dope). With you on my side, we can go far. Plus, I heard its a little bounty on your head. Fuck with me, and me and my crew will hold you down.”
“A’ight, let me think about this,” Ali said.
“You won’t have to do nothing, just sit back and get paid,” Loco said, looking at Ali for a response.
“It’s sound good. I think we can do business,” Ali said, shaking Loco’s hand.
“Everything is set up lovely. No way shit can get fucked up.”
“Yeah the plan sounds bullet proof,” Ali said, looking over the rail down at two cats playing chest. “Yo, you think you can get me a banger (shank)?”
“Not a problem, I’ll have one of my mans swing by later on with that,” Loco told him.
The two men spoke for about two hours before the two headed back to their cells so the C.O. could do his count. “On the count!” The C.O. yelled, in a southern redneck accent as he watched all the inmates head to their cells. Once he finished his count, he made his announcement. “Count clear!”
Seconds later, all the inmates went back to their regular routines.
“Yo, I’m about to make some tuna fish sandwiches. You want in?” Lil Bit asked, heading out the cell.
“Nah, I’m good,” Ali answered, lying down on his bunk. He laid in his bed wishing he was home with Nancy, laid up in some pussy. Ali didn’t realize all the small things that he took for granted on the streets would come back to haunt himwhile he sat in a cell.

“Sorry it took so long for us to hook up, but an unexpected problem came into play,” he replied with a smile.
“Yo, where we headed?” Mad Dog asked, looking at the couple through the rear view mirror.
“What are you in the mood for?” Rell asked as hefaced Heather.
“Ummm… I can go for some Italian food.”
“Cool, Mad Dog take us to that nice Italian restaurant that we rode past the other day.”
“You talking about that shit downtown?” Mad Dog asked as he switched lanes.
“Yeah, you know that one I’m talking about,” Rell spat as he slid his hand on Heather’s thigh. Heather wore an expensive looking silver dress. The front was cut was so low that her nice sized breast threatened to spill out. To go along with the dress, she wore a nice pair of diamond earrings with a thin necklace. To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of silver three-inch pumps.
“I see you don’t waste no time,” Heather said, addressing Rell’s hand on her thigh, but at the same time she didn’t ask him to move it.
“Time is my worst enemy,” Rell countered smoothly, as he stared off into her blue eyes.
“That was a nice come back,” Heather said with a smile, as she felt it getting a little moist between her legs.
“So do you always date black guys?”
“Wow what kind of questions is that?” She chuckled.
“Nah, I’m just asking because I’m not sure what you may be used to, cause I’m gonna be myself. I don’t hold nothing back, what you see is what you get.”
“And I don’t want you to hold nothing back,” Heather said, placing her hand on top of Rell’s. “So have you dated a lot of white women?”
“Ummm… actually I do,” Rell said. “Not saying Idon’t like black women, its just I have easier time trusting white women instead of black women.”
“That must be something from your past, because I know you didn’t get like that over night.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to get into all that right now. My main focus tonight is you,” Rell sensually whispered in her ear. “That’s what I like to hear,” Heather said, matching Rell’s stare.
Mad Dog just shook his head as he pulled up directly in front of the restaurant. “Be easy with this muthafucka,” he said, tossing his keys to the valet parking guy.

“So you shot his fucking driver?” Frankie asked, shoving a meatball in his mouth.
“Yeah you told me to send a message, so that’s what I did,” Jimmy said in an even tone.
“Yeah, but I think I might need you to send another message that grabs his attention,” Frankie said, biting into a piece of garlic bread.
“Consider it done,” Jimmy replied with little emotion. Taking a life wasn’t a big deal to Jimmy. He couldcare less. His goal was to be the best in his line of work.
“I know that fucking moolie damn near shit his draws when he saw a bullet in his drivers head,” Frankie laughed with a mouth full of food.
“I doubt it,” Jimmy said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Me and him are no different. We are both killers, so the site of blood doesn’t bother us. The only difference between us is I’m a professional killer,” he said, giving Frankie a wink.
“Fuck that moolie. He’s got some big fucking balls,” Frankie chuckled. “Putting his hands on me, he mustof wanted to die.”
Jimmy just shook his head and enjoyed a glass ofwine as Frankie continued to go on and on about the situation. Seconds later, Rell strolled up in the restaurant arm and arm with Heather, along with Mad Dog closely on their heels.
“I don’t believe this shit!” Frankie said, tapping Jimmy to get his attention. Jimmy looked at Rell and chuckled, “speaking of the devil.”
“What the fuck is that chick doing with that moolie?” Frankie said in a disgusted tone.
“Looks like they’re on a date,” Jimmy pointed out as he helped himself to another glass of wine.
“That’s disgusting,” Frankie growled, as he no longer had an appetite. “Fucking niggers should stick to theirown kind.”
“This ain’t the 40’s any more,” Jimmy reminded his friend.
“Fuck that, now I really want you to teach this chump a lesson.”
“Will do,” Jimmy said nonchalantly as he threw on his shades and stood from his seat. “Have my money forme in the morning,” he said with a smile, as he headed for the exit.
“Don’t worry you’ll get your money,” Frankie yelled out as he watched the natural born killer make his exit.
Rell sat looking over the menu when he noticed an Italian man wearing dark shades walk past his table icing Heather.
“Damn he was all in your mouth,” Rell said out loud.
“Well can you blame him?” Heather asked, batting her eyes.
“Good point,” Rell chuckled as the waitress approached their table.
Once the trio ordered their food, the waitress quickly disappeared back into the kitchen.
“So what do you do for a living?” Heather asked curiously.
“Oh shit,” Rell chuckled. “Umm…I’m an entrepreneur.”
“Entrepreneur?” Heather echoed.
“Yeah, is something wrong with that?” Rell asked defensively.
“No that’s cool,” Heather said, as the waitress returned to the table carrying three plates.
“So what do you like to do for fun?”
“Anything that’s fun or exciting basically,” Heather replied, giving Rell the “I’m down for whatever” eye.
Rell quickly picked up on the hidden message. “That makes two of us,” he flirted.
While Rell was talking, Heather had slipped her foot out of her shoe and began rubbing her foot up and down his leg. Rell couldn’t help but get into beast mode.
“Yo, I’m ready to get up outta here, what about you?” He said, looking at Heather for a response.
“I thought you would never ask,” Heather said, downing the last corner of wine left in her glass.
Rell dropped a few bills on the table as the trio quickly made their exit. The whole time, Rell or Mad Dog never noticed Frankie sitting in the cut in the back of the restaurant.

“Damn, this where you live?” Rell asked lookingat the fancy house, as Mad Dog pulled up.
“It sure is.”
“Damn boss man, her crib is just as big as yours,” Mad Dog said as he placed the vehicle in park.
“I can wait to give you a tour,” Heather whispered as she slid out of the back seat.
“Yo, I’mma call you in the morning so you can come pick me up a’ight?”
“You sure you don’t want me to stay out here until the morning?” Mad Dog asked sternly.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You, sure you trust that bitch enough to stay here all night?” Mad Dog raised an eyebrow.
“On second thought, I want you to stay put. I’mma go in there, bust her ass like a lobster tail real quick, then I’mma be out,” Rell said as he gave Mad Dog a pound.
“A’ight handle your business,” Mad Dog said, sliding Rell a condom.
As soon as Rell stepped into the house, Heather was all over him. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Heather whispered as she darted her tongue in and out of Rell’s mouth. Immediately, Rell scooped Heather up off of her feet.
“Damn daddy,” she screamed as she wrapped her legs around Rell’s waist. Rell slowly sucked on Heather’s neck as he made his way down to her firm breast. He roughly snatched down the top of her dress and popped one of her titties in his mouth. He sucked on her titties like he was dying of thirst and her breast were the only source of water.
“Oh shit!” Heather moaned and cursed loudly as she felt her pussy throbbing from anticipation. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered in Rell’s ear as she worked his dick into stiffness with her free hand.
Rell roughly turned her around, spread her legs, and thrust his dick into her hot, sopping wet pussy. Heather bit her bottom lip and hissed as Rell slid in and out of her. He pushed hard and fast, burying himself as far into her body as he could go. “You like that?” Rell grunted as he pulled Heather’s hair back.
“Yes, I love it….” Heather sighed.
Rell gripped her small waist and began to hammer into her harder and harder until he exploded.
“Damn, you ain’t tell me you had it like that,” Heather said catching her breath.
“I thought you knew,” Rell countered smoothly. “But yo let me get up outta here.”
“Where you going?”
“I have to go take care of some business,” Rellsaid, sliding his p89 back in his waistband.
“Okay babes, be careful out there and call me when you get home,” Heather said as she walked Rell to the door.
“A’ight, I got you ma,” Rell winked before he bopped towards the awaiting vehicle.
“Damn, it took you long enough,” Mad Dog hissed. “What the fuck was you doing in there; making love?” he teased.
“You know I don’t play no games when it comes to pussy,” Rell reminded his homey.
The entire time, Jimmy laid on his stomach on a roof a block away from Heather’s house. He whistled tunelessly as he set up his 30-caliber assault rifle. Jimmy zoomed in on Mad Dog’s head as he let the cross hair follow the vehicle as it cruised along the empty streets.
“So how was it?” Mad Dog asked, nudging Rell with his elbow as he kept his eyes on the road.
“The pussy was a’ight,” Rell chuckled as he lit up a roach that laid in the ashtray.
“I knew it,” Mad Dog said with authority. “See if she got any friends next time.”
“You know I got you,” Rell countered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Before Rell could say another word, he heard the driver window shatter as he felt a warm liquid splash across his face. He quickly looked over to his left and saw Mad Dogslumped over the steering wheel. Before Rell could figure out what was going on, the vehicle swerved into a parked car and flipped over at least 12 times.
“Bullseye!” Jimmy said out loud as he unscrewed the silencer from his riffle. He quickly broke down his riffle, placed it back in its chest, and fled the scene.
Two minutes later, Rell finally regained full consciousness. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly as he unlocked his seatbelt and violently crashed onto the ceiling of the S.U.V. Hehad a deep gash above his right eye, along with a huge knot on the corner of his head. Rell crawled out of the front windshield as fast as he could, in fear the vehicle might explode.
“Muthafuckas!” He cursed as he snatched his p89 from his waistband and let off six rounds into the air. Relllooked down at Mad Dog and quickly turned away. “It’s on,” he said to himself as he headed back in the direction of Heather’s house.
Heather answered the door and jumped out of fright. She saw Rell standing on the other side of the doorwith blood running down his face. Immediately, she thought he had been shot, especially since she heard gunshots just moments ago. “Baby are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine. I just need to use your phone real quick,” Rell said as he brushed past her and grabbed the cordless phone. On the fourth ring, Debo finally picked up.“Hello?”
“I told you I wasn’t bugging. Somebody is trying to kill me!” Rell said hotly.
“What!?”
“Yo, wake the fuck up!” Rell barked into the reciever. “Muthafuckas just killed Mad Dog!”
“Who?”
“I don’t fucking know, but I’m betting it’s the same person who killed my driver. Whoever he is, this muthafucka is a professional.”
“Where you at? I’m coming to pick you up,” Debo said as he pulled out a pen and jotted down the address. “A’ight I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Don’t move until I get there.”
“Say no more,” Rell said as he hung up the phone.
“Are you okay?” Heather asked again, as she poured some alcohol on a paper towel and applied it to thecut above Rell’s eye.
“Ahww shit!” Rell growled as he pushed Heather’s hand away. “I’mma be aight,” he told her.
“Who in the world could of done something like this?” Heather wondered out loud.
“I don’t know, but whoever it was, is going to pay with their life,” Rell huffed, his voice sounding very firm and sure of itself.