Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (20 page)

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They backed us into a corner and we all know pressure bust pipes,” Ali spoke calmly as he continued to pace the floor. Before another word could leave his mouth G-money came strolling through the front door with Mr. Goldberg on his heels. All the soldiers went crazy at the sight of G-money. “They can’t keep a good nigga down for long, you dig?” G-money smiled as he stood up front with Ali. “Okay, okay, I see ya’ll thirsty to go put in this work so I’m going to wrap this up,” Ali said silencing the crowd. “I want half of you soldiers to kill one cop every week until this faggot Detective Nelson know we mean business, and I want the rest of you to take care of Rell. The first person to put a bullet in that mutha fucka is going to get twenty thousand dollars,” Ali said dismissing all the soldiers.

Once all the soldiers were gone Ali gave G-money a big hug. “Glad to have you home.” “I’m glad to be home,” G-money replied gratefully. “So what you need me to do,” he asked ready to get back to work. “I need you to chill out and help me find this new connect because we running dry,” Ali told him. “Now remember G-money, you have to be cool because you only out on bail,” Mr. Goldberg jumped into the conversation. “Yeah I know; in eight months I gotta go do this time for the gun charge I copped out to,” G-money said shaking his head in disgust. “Damn, with that new law now they making mutha fuckas in New York do three and half years for a gun now,” Ali added. “Yeah I know, but I can’t cry over spilt milk, you dig.” “Just keep your nose clean and you’ll be fine,” Mr. Goldberg assured him.

“Oh yeah, you ain’t going to believe what I found out while I was locked up,” G-money said snatching one of Ali’s 9mm’s from his holster. “What’s up,” Ali asked giving G-money his full attention. “Yo, one of my homey’s I was locked up with said that he used to be Wise old cellmate when he was locked up.” “And,” Ali asked as his patience was running thin. “And he said Wise snitched on another inmate to get out of jail, so that means Wise is the fucking snitch.” G-money fought to control his temper. “Who introduced you to that rat mutha fucka?”

Ali let those last words sink in before he quickly snatched his other 9mm from his holster, grabbed Big Mel by the throat and placed the burner to his head. “You brought that cock sucker into my family,” Ali growled through clenched teeth. “Slow down Ali, I didn’t know he was a fucking snitch,” Big Mel lied in attempt to save his life. “You know I wouldn’t do no shit like that, we go way back.” “Fuck that, shoot that mutha fucka,” G-money said from the side line. “Come on G-money, how long have I known you for,” Big Mel pleaded. “I don’t give a fuck,” G-money replied coldly. “You brought in the snitch, so now you gotta go.” “Ali you know I ain’t no fucking snitch, as long as I been down on the team. Come on, don’t do me like this.” “Fuck that! Smoke this ugly mutha fucka now, so you won’t have to do it later,” G-money added. “You brought that nigga in, you take him out” Ali whispered never taking his gun off the big man.

Big Mel quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed Wise’s number. “Yo what’s up,” Wise answered. “Yo we need you to come back to the warehouse for second.” “Why what’s up, I just left there,” Wise asked suspiciously. “I can’t talk on the phone, just get back over here now,” Big Mel yelled hanging up in Wise’s ear.

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You better pray I don’t find out you a fucking snitch,” Ali warned. “If you can’t trust me, then who you going to trust,” Big Mel asked nervously.

G-money and Mr. Goldberg didn’t say word, instead they just looked on from the sideline.

Twenty minutes later, Wise strolled into the warehouse with a confused look on his face. “What’s good,” he asked. “You snitching, that’s what’s up,” Big Mel snarled looking at Wise with a murderous look in his eyes. “What you talking about,” Wise asked looking from face to face. “I always knew you was fucking snitch,” Big Mel said pulling a .357 magnum from the small of his back. “Bu…but you told me if I didn’t…”

Big Mel quickly silenced Wise with three shots to the chest. “Why the fuck you ain’t let him finish talking,” G-money asked sensing something fishy was going on.

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I don’t want to hear shit that snitch mother fucker has to say,” Big Mel capped back helping himself to a drink. “I don’t trust this mutha fucka,” G-money said nonchalantly. “Get rid of this body,” Ali ordered as he took a swig from his Grey Goose bottle.

Big Mel didn’t say a word, he just did as he was told and dragged Wise’s lifeless body out of the warehouse. Ali sat in deep thought as he watched Mr. Goldberg explain a few things to G-money over in the corner.

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I need a fucking vacation,” Ali said out loud as he heard his cell phone ringing.

“Who dis,” he answered. “It’s time,” Nancy screamed into the receiver. “Time for what,” Ali asked confused. “For the baby.” “Oh shit, where you at?” “Coco is helping me into a cab right now,” she answered in pain. “Aight, what hospital you going to?” “You know the one across the street from Burger King. I can’t think of the name of it right now.” “Aight, I’m on my way,” Ali said ending the call.

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Yo, I gotta be out. Nancy about to have the baby.” “That’s what’s up,” G-money said giving Ali a hug. “You make sure you raise that kid right; treat it like your own. We need more brothers like you out there, these kids need us B.” “I’m doing my best,” Ali said as he headed out the door.

“I’m going to get out of here too,” Mr. Goldberg said as he stood up to leave. “You make sure you stay out of trouble,” “I’m going straight to the strip club tonight and show all my beautiful women some love, then I’m going straight to my girl Coco’s crib,” he boasted.

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Okay, just stay out of trouble.” Mr. Goldberg patted G-money on the back and exited the warehouse.

Chapter 34

NEW LIFE

After five hours of pain, Nancy gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. “How you feel,” Ali asked rubbing Nancy’s head. “Much better now,” she replied happy the hard part was over with. “I got so much I want to teach him,” Ali said looking down at the blessing in front of him. “I’m going to teach him how to be a man.” “Thank you,” Nancy whispered. “For what?” “For everything,” Nancy said looking Ali in his eyes. “I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing if I never met you. The crazy part about it is at the beginning I wasn’t even going to take the job working for you at that apartment. But my girl, Coco, wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she chuckled. “That’s how I know you are truly a blessing from God.”

Those last words really touched Ali’s heart. He never would’ve imagines in a million years that his presence alone would have saved someone’s life. With that being said, Ali knew he had to raise that baby up the right way.

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Yo where the fuck are we going,” Diesil asked. “We going in circles.” “Nah, I know these mutha fuckas be over here hanging out,” Skip replied as he tripled the block. “Man ain’t nobody even out here,” Diesil said ready to go home. “Look what I told you,” Skip yelled out as he double parked on the corner. “Look.” He pointed at two cops entering a small coffee shop. “Aight, come on lets go kill these scum bags. I got some pussy at home waiting for me,” Diesil said pulling his ski mask over his face.

Skip quickly threw on his black leather gloves and checked the magazine on his dessert eagle. “Aight lets be out,” he ordered as he slid his ski mask over his face and exited the vehicle. “You should’ve seen the look on that boy’s face when we kicked his door in,” the officer bragged. “I said listen up boy you shouldn’t sell crack if you don’t want to go to jail.” The entire coffee shop erupted with laughter. That laughter quickly came to an end when the owner heard the bell on top of the front door ring notifying him that someone was entering his store.

The shocked look on the owner’s face caused the two cops to turn around on their bar stools. Both officers sat with their mouths hung wide open when they saw two men, wearing ski masks, blocking the entrance and holding firearms.

“Finish the story,” Skip yelled out to the officer who was telling the story. “Have you lost your mind boy,” the officer asked as he stood up. “If I was you I…”

The officer’s sentence was cut short as his lungs filled with blood when three shots pierced through his chest and heart. Once the officer’s lifeless body hit the floor, Skip and Diesil killed everybody in the small coffee shop. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” Diesil commented as he headed out the door only to find another cop car pulling up for some coffee. In a blink of an eye Diesil sent three shots through the cops’ windshield as he and Skip ran to their car which was doubled parked on the corner.

“Officers down, officers down back up needed immediately,” the officer yelled through his walkie talkie as he gained chase behind the stolen Acura.

“Be out, be out,” Diesil yelled looking over his shoulder to see how far behind the cop car was. “Come on be out, this mutha fucka is right behind us.” “I got this,” Skip replied confidently as he hit a fish tailed right turn, causing Diesil’s body to jerk left then right. “We ain’t gon never get away like this,” Diesil said as he quickly reloaded his fully automatic Israel Uzi. Diesil quickly hung half his body out the window and let his Uzi spit round after round spraying the windshield full of holes.

When the bullets came raining, the officer quickly lost control of the vehicle as he crashed into a parked car. Once Skip saw that the cop car crashed into a parked car, he quickly whipped a quick right bringing the car to a skidded stop. “What the fuck you doing,” Diesil asked looking at Skip like he was crazy. “We going to have to brake on foot, that’s our only chance; you know that cop called for back up,” Skip replied. With that being said the two fled into the woods on foot, never looking back.

Detective Nelson pulled up behind the stolen Acura left in the middle of the street with both the doors wide open. All he could do was chuckle, his boss had been digging him a new asshole about finding out who had been dropping cops like it was nothing. Detective Nelson knew it was only one thing left for him to do. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Big Mel’s number.

When Big Mel recognized the number, he quickly took the call in the next room. “Yeah,” he answered in a hushed voice. “I should blow your fucking head off,” Detective Nelson barked into the receiver. “I got two more dead cops on my hands and one with a huge gash on his head from a car crash.” “I’m doing the best I can. What more do you want me to do?” “Anything that’s about to go down I need to know about it,” Detective Nelson growled.

“Look I’m going to have to be cool for a while, Ali and G-money are on to me. They made me kill Wise the other day because they found out he was one of the snitches, so I gotta be cool; my ass is on the line.” “Well my ass is on the line too and I guarantee you want me as a friend instead of an enemy,” Detective Nelson threatened. “What do you want me to do?” “The next time Ali leaves the house alone contact me. I’m going to have a unit parked three blocks away from his house first thing in the morning. Make sure I get that call from you within forty-eight hours,” Detective Nelson demanded as he hung up in Big Mel’s ear. Big Mel hung up the phone with a sour taste in his mouth. He knew he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I should’ve never started fucking with this cop in the first place,” Big Mel said shaking his head. He knew he had to do something and he had forty-eight hours.

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Rell sat in his new mid-night black Lambo entertaining a stripper in the parking lot at Sue’s Rendezvous. “I got my drink, and my two step,” blared through the car speakers as the stripper head bobbed up and down, and in and out of Rell’s lap until Rell filled her mouth with his juices. Debo and the rest of the crew sat inside the strip club doing their own thing, while Rell slid off to the parking lot with one of the strippers. “Damn that was delicious,” Erica said wiping her mouth and chin. “We been seeing each other now for six months, I think we should start spending a little more time together.” Before Rell could respond he noticed a doo-doo brown station wagon circle his Lambo twice. “Yo if this station wagon circle around us one more time I’m a kill everybody in that mutha fucka,” Rell said placing his P89 Ruger on his lap. “Are you sure that’s him in that Lamborghini,” Skip asked circling the parking lot one more time. Diesil slowly cruised up in the parking lot on his R1 Yamaha motorcycle; he made sure he wore his helmet to disguise his identity. “Yo, look in the glove compartment and grab what’s in there,” Rell ordered as he carefully watched the station wagon. Erica quickly opened up the glove compartment and saw a .380 with a marble handle sitting there along with a box of .380 bullets and a box of P89 bullets. Erica quickly grabbed the .380 and cocked it back. “These clowns must think I’m stupid,” Rell said as he pulled out in front of the station wagon blocking them off. He quickly pointed his Ruger at the passenger, who was holding some kind of assault riffle and pumped four shots through the windshield. “Bak, Bak, Bak, Bak.” Skip quickly took cover as the bullets came blasting through the windshield. Rell quickly swerved up out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. “These niggas are some characters,” he boasted until he saw the motorcycle speeding up on him from behind. Without thinking twice, Rell ran the red light and jumped on the highway going ninety down the ramp. Diesil breezed through the light, doing about eighty-five causing other drivers to beep their horns at the reckless driver. He flew down the ramp on his back wheel to pick up more speed. The R1 engine sounded like a speed boat as Diesil picked up speed. Once in firing range, Diesil pulled out his .45 instead of the Uzi because of how fast he was going; any wrong movement would have caused him to lose control of the bike.