Tears of a Hustler 2 (10 page)

“You gonna really have to start laying low,” Roy said as he slowed down for the yellow light.
“I don’t know how to slow down,” G-money said, lighting up a clip from the ashtray. “How do you slow down when you’re living the fast life?”
“I don’t know, but you gon have to do something,” Roy said as he turned up the windshield wipers. “This kind of heat is not good for business; I think that’s why Pauleena wants to meet with you.”
“Listen, with all due respect, Pauleena is not the one out in the streets making sure things run smoothly. No I don’t stand on the corner and sell the drugs myself. I’m the man behind the scene and everybody knows the muthafuckas behind the scene always have the most work to do,” G-money said sternly.
“I hear you bro,” Roy said as he noticed flashing lights in the rear view mirror. “The fucking cops behind us.”
“Fuck!” G-money cursed as he removed his .45 from his waistband and placed it in the hidden compartment in the dashboard.
“Here,” Roy said as he handed G-money his p89. Gmoney quickly tossed the guns inside the stash box as Roy pulled over to the side of the road.
“Ain’t shit in the trunk right?” G-money asked nervously.
“Nah, we good,” Roy assured him.
Detective Nelson slowly eased his way to the passenger door, while Detective Bradley made his way towards the driver’s door.
“What seems to be the problem Detective?” G-money asked, only cracking his window.
“Get out the fucking car!” Detective Nelson demanded.
“For what? It’s pouring down out there,” G-money huffed.
“Don’t make me have to tell you again,” Detective Nelson warned.
Roy quickly slid out of the driver seat and held an umbrella over G-money’s head as he eased out of thepassenger seat. “Let’s cut straight to the chase. What the fuck do you want from me?” G-money asked in a bored tone.
“I’m here to make a deal with you,” Detective Nelson said in an even tone.
“I’m not a snitch, you know this already.”
“I’m not asking you to snitch,” Detective Nelson said, sliding a Winston between his lips.
“Then what the fuck do you want from me?” G-money asked curiously.
“I need you to do us both a favor and leave town immediately.”
“Fuck outta here,” G-money chuckled. “I ain’t going no where, you leave town.”
“Listen, why don’t you stop being so stubborn and quit while you ahead? You done made enough money. Leavetown and never come back. Go see the world and enjoy that money.”
“And if I don’t?” G-money challenged.
“Either I’m going to blow your brains out, or I’m going to put you in jail for the rest of your life just like I did your friend Ali.”
G-money chuckled before he responded. “Detective Nelson your job is to try to lock me up, and my jobis to not get locked up. It’s obvious I’m better at my job then you are at yours.” He raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want tosee me no more, then get some evidence and build a case.”
“Some people just don’t know how to quit,” Detective Nelson said, shaking his head. “Don’t say I never tried to help you,” he said as he flicked his cigarette and headed back to his unmarked car, with Detective Bradley on his heels.
“Fuck outta here with that shit,” G-money growled as he slid back in the passenger seat.
“I don’t know what that muthafucka is up to, but he’s definitely up to something,” Roy said as the engine rattled and the car rolled out into traffic.

Roy pulled up in front of Pauleena’s mansion and let the engine die as he and G-money made their way to the front door. Once again, the two Muslim brothers who guarded the door gave them problems. “How I can I help you brother?” The shorter one asked.

“Hold your arms out please,” the taller one spoke for the first time.
Roy and G-money did what they were told so they could get the bullshit over with as soon as possible. The two Muslim guards frisked the two thugs before letting them enter.
“I’m going to put a bullet in the back of that short muthafucka’s head one of these days,” G-money saidas the two reached Pauleena’s office. Before Roy got a chanceto knock on the door, Pauleena had already opened it.
“Gentlemen, so glad ya’ll could make it. Come in,” she said as she stepped to the side. “Malcolm, get these gentlemen something to sip on please.”
The seven-foot monster gave G-money a nasty look before he headed over to the mini bar and fetched a bottle of champagne.
“So what’s so important that I had to rush overhere at nine o’clock in the morning in this nasty weather?”G-money asked as he sipped from his glass.
“What the fuck happened to Bumpy?”
“The cops…”
“I’m talking to G-money,” Pauleena said as she quickly hushed Roy.
“Well basically we was in a night spot and shitgot a little out of hand,” G-money shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
“That’s it? Shit just got out of hand?” Pauleena asked with a bit of venom in her voice.
“Shit happens.”
“Well next time make sure shit just don’t happen. Bumpy was a good brother and I don’t like losing my men,”Pauleena said in a matter of fact tone.
“I hear you.”
“Well basically what I called you over here for, is to give you a makeover.”
“A makeover?” G-money echoed. “What kind of makeover?”
“Not the kind of makeover you thinking about,” Pauleena said, downing her drink. “You hotter than a fire cracker and we have to do something to get this heat off of you and keep it off of you.”
“So what did you have in mind?”
“I’m going to take you and Roy shopping,” Pauleena said with a smirk on her face.
“Shopping?” Roy said as he turned and faced G-money.
“Yeah shopping, come on lets make it happen. Thelimo is out front waiting for us,” Pauleena said as she headed for the door with Roy and G-money in tow.
Malcolm searched underneath and all around the limo for anything suspicious before he allowed Pauleena to enter.
“Where’s your home boy Knowledge?” Pauleena asked, popping open another bottle champagne.
“He’s in the hood getting that new product out on the streets.”
“How’s it going so far?”
“Everything is good. He said the streets is buzzing about this new product,” G-money said as he split open a Dutch Master and dumped the guts inside the wastebasket.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Me and my niggaz been had the streets. All we lacked was the banging product,” G-money said.
“Getting the streets back is not the problem. Keeping them boys (cops) off your ass is the problem.”
“So how do you plan on keeping Rosco (cops) off my ass?” G-money chimed.
“Simple; first I’m going to take you and Roy to go pick up some suits. Then, you two are going to stick with me so ya’ll can stay outta trouble.”
“Hang with you? Nah, I ain’t tryna be doing a whole bunch off girl shit you dig?” G-money said, takinga long drag from his blunt.
“Girl shit, what the fuck you talking about? We partying tonight. This nigga got me fucked up,” Pauleena said as she gave Malcolm a pound. Malcolm didn’t respond instead he just grinned.
“Knowledge strolled through the housing projects like he owned them, with Suge following closely behind him.
“Finally shit is back to normal,” Knowledge said outloud as he saw a fiend stretched out on the bench with caked up slime on both corners of his mouth.
“Yeah that new product Pauleena hit niggaz off with is poppin,” Suge said as him and Knowledge entered thebuilding.
“I know. This the third time today we picking upmoney from the stash crib,” Knowledge said as the two stepped off the elevator. “Yo what the fuck is you doing?” He barked as he saw a young hustler serving a crackhead in the hallway.
“I’m getting this money,” the young hustler replied in a cocky tone.
Knowledge sighed loudly as he turned and snuffed (punched) the young hustler. “Don’t let me catch you serving muthafuckas in the hallway. What if I was the cops?Ya stupid ass would be in jail right now.”
“You right my fault,” the young hustler said just above a whisper, with his head down.
“Make all sales in the staircase or inside an apartment from now on, a’ight?”
“I got you,” the young hustler said as he disappeared in the “B” staircase.
“Stupid ass young nigga,” Knowledge huffed as him and Suge headed to the door they were looking for. “Now we gon have to switch up the stash crib.”
“For what?” Suge asked as he did a special knock on the door.
“Cause it will make me feel better,” Knowledge replied as a big man holding an Uzi, sporting an afro beard opened the door.
“Come on; let me get this bread so I can be out. I ain’t got all day,” Knowledge complained. The big man didn’t respond, instead, he just went to the back room and fetched a nice sized duffle bag. “The way this shit is moving, I’mma probably be giving you another call in a couple of hours.”
“A’ight bet, oh and I’mma need you to switch this stash crib too; immediately.”
“Say no more,” the big man replied as he walked Knowledge and Suge to the door.
“Yo, keep shit running smoothly and we won’t have no problems you dig?” Knowledge yelled over his shoulder as he made his exit.

Nancy walked out of her new condo and slid in the driver seat of Ali’s Lexus. She popped Jay-Z in the C.D. player as she pulled out of the driveway. She fished around her purse for her ringing cell phone as she stopped for the red light. “Hello?” She answered.

“It’s about time you called me. I been waiting for your call all day,” Nancy replied with a slight attitude.
“I had to wait for these crackers to do the count,” Ali told her.
“I was just joking baby. How was your day so far?”
“Okay I guess,” Ali chuckled. “Will I be getting a letter from you today?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, then my day will be much better,” Ali said with a smile.
“Don’t play with me. You know I write you a letter every night before I go to sleep,” Nancy reminded him.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that; I’m just doing my job.”
“I know. I just want you to know I appreciate it. But anyway, what you getting into today?” Ali asked.
“I’m on my way to Christie’s house so I can check up on her. I haven’t heard from her since that thing happened.”
“Christie is family and we always take care of family,” Ali said in a firm tone.
“I’m on it boo. I was thinking we could go get our nails and hair done.”
“That sound’s cool. But yo, this phone is aboutto cut off so I’mma hit you up later on tonight a’ight?”
“Okay babes, I love you. Be careful in there,” Nancy said as she blew Ali a kiss through the phone.
“I love you too; one,” Ali said as he hung up the phone and headed back towards the day room. On his way to the day room, Ali bumped into Lil Bit and Loco.
“What’s good my niggaz?” Ali said, giving both men pounds.
“Chilling,” Loco replied quickly.
“Why ya’ll posted up right here?” Ali asked.
“Six new inmates supposed to be coming up in here soon,” Loco said, hog spitting on the floor. “I like to see the new inmates when they first come in to make sure it’s nobody I had beef with when I was out on the streets.”
“Makes sense,” Ali said as he posted up next tothe two thugs. Ten minutes later, an officer escorted eight new inmates through the gated door.
“Oh shit,” Ali said outloud as he saw Skip in the middle of the line of new inmates. After the officer had escorted Skip to his cell, Ali made his way over.
“Yo, if you wanna live here, you gonna have to pay rent lil nigga,” Ali growled disguising his voice.
Skip quickly spun around ready for action. A smile appeared across his face when he saw who was standing behind him. “Oh shit! I was about to knock you the fuck out,” he chuckled as he gave Ali a pound followed by a hug.
What you doing up in here? I heard you killed a preacher,” Ali laughed.
“I should of killed his ass,” Skip said, thinking back on the night which he lost his freedom. “Fuck it. What’s done is done; I got six years to figure out what I’m going to do when I get up outta here.”
“Well look on the bright side; at least you know you getting out,” Ali exclaimed.
“Yeah can’t cry over spilled milk,” Skip agreed.
“Me and my man got a lil something going on in here, so you gon be aight,” Ali assured him.
“I see you don’t waste no time setting shit up.”
“Time doesn’t wait for no one. Plus word is, Rell got some paper on my head,” Ali chuckled. “So you know I’m on point.”
“That nigga Rell is pussy. You know I’mma hold you down up in here. I wish somebody would try some shit,” Skip said with a lot of emotion.
“I ain’t worried about that clown. But yo, my cell is right over here. When you finish unpacking, come over andholla at me.”
“I got you,” Skip said as he gave Ali a hug.

Nancy pulled up in front of Christie’s crib and couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw two big men kick open Christie’s front door and barge in. Not knowing what was going on, Nancy quickly jumped out of the Lexus and ran to the front door as fast as she could in her heels. Once Nancy reached the front door, she saw one of the big men pistol-whipping Christie.

“This bitch owe us $15,000 dollars and we’re here to collect,” one of the big men said, aiming his gun at Nancy.
“Hold on! There must be something we can do,” Nancy pleaded.
“Unless you got $15 gees cash on you, then we ain’t got shit to talk about. If she go then you gotta go too. Can’t leave no witnesses you know.”
Nancy didn’t know what she was going to do, but she knew she had to do something, and do it quick. “Here take the Lexus,” she said as she handed the big man her carkeys.
“You a good friend. I would never give up my vehicle for a dirty ass crackhead bitch,” the big man said as he gave Christie one last kick. With that being said the two men made their exit.
“I’m so sorry Nancy. Please forgive me,” Christie sobbed with her head hung low.
“Sorry my ass! You better tell me what the fuck is going on, and you better start talking now,” Nancy growled.
“I needed something to take my mind off of my problems.”
“So you go out and smoke crack?”
“Don’t come up in here judging me,” Christie said, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t judge you?” Nancy echoed. “Until you pay me back for that Lexus, I can do all the judging I want!” She snarled.
“You just like everybody else,” Christie sobbed as she got up and headed for the bathroom.
The first thing Nancy noticed when Christie walked off, was the fat ass she once had no longer existed. She couldn’t believe how Christie let herself go like that. Not only were Christie’s good looks fading away, but so was her way of living. The house was filthy. Not to mention, everything in the house that was valuable had been sold or either pawned.
Nancy peeked through the cracked bathroom door and saw Christie’s reflection through the mirror. Seeing her friend crying and at her worst point made Nancy’s heart melt. “Stop that crying. You know whatever you need, I got you.I’m here to help, we family,” Nancy said, draping her arm around Christie’s neck.
“I need you to help me get this monkey off my back,” Christie said shamefully.
“You don’t have to explain,” Nancy sighed. “Get your things. You coming with me to my house until you get this situation under control.”
“Thank you so much Nancy. I really appreciate this,” Christie slurred.
“Stop thanking me, we family. Now go get ya shit ready while I call a cab,” Nancy said as she pulled out her Blackberry and called a cab.