Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (13 page)

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Take it to him from the beginning of the round to the end,” Freddie whispered in Spanky’s ear removing Spanky’s hooded robe as the two fighters made their way to the center of the ring so that the referee could run down the rules to them one last time. “Okay I want a nice clean fight. When I say break, I expect for ya’ll to do so; okay fellas keep it clean, and good luck…touch gloves,” his voice boomed through the microphone as the crowd cheered in anticipation of a good fight. “This chump is standing in your way, get him out of your way, and get your title shot,” Freddie announced placing Spanky’s mouth piece in his mouth.

Once the bell rung, it was on and poppin. The Spanish fighter quickly rushed Spanky back against the ropes, throwing wild vicious haymakers. The crowd quickly erupted when they saw the black fighter up against the ropes, trying to block each shot. One haymaker broke through Spanky’s guard and connected with his jaw. Immediately Spanky clinched the Spanish fighter then whispered in his ear, “You hit like a bitch.” As the referee untangled the two. The Spanish fighter tried to rush Spanky again, but to no avail. Spnaky quickly sidestepped the blow catching the Spanish fighter with a clean uppercut to the chin, followed by a left hook that made a loud clapping sound as it connected on the Spanish man’s eye. Spanky quickly noticed blood trickling down the fighter’s right eye; he also noticed the Spanish fighter held his hands up a little higher leaving his body wide open.

Spanky quickly attacked like a young lion going after a wounded animal. He threw a lightening quick jab at the Spanish fighter’s face, followed by a hook to his body. “Puta,” Spanky growled through clenched teeth as he noticed the Spanish fighter was doubled over in pain from the body shot, before he caught him with one last right cross before the bell rung. “You my bitch,” Spanky said staring the Spanish man down as he made his way to his corner. Before he sat on his stool he looked over and winked at Christie who still looked a little nervous.

“That mutha fucka is already out of gas,” Freddie spoke confidently noticing the Spanish guy looking winded and out of breath. “His body is his weak spot, make sure you work that jab then set him up for a good body shot,” he instructed. Spanky didn’t speak, he just nodded his head in agreement as he heard the bell ring, signaling for the beginning of round two. Again the Spanish man came charging like a wild bull, but Spanky’s jab stopped him in his tracks. The Spanish man was no match for Spanky lightening jab. He landed his jab easily for the majority of the round that was until he saw an opening.

Spanky quickly faked a jab and instead came with an uppercut, breaking the Spanish man’s nose. Once Spanky saw what he had dropped on the Spanish man, he quickly threw a series of combinations. The referee immediately stopped the fight when he saw the vicious blows connect with the Spanish man’s unprotected face.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” Ali stood up to cheer his brother on. “You did it baby, you earned your title shot,” Freddie said hugging Spanky in the middle of the ring. “Do me a favor and tell Spanky I said I’m proud of him, and congrats,” G-money said as he stood up to leave. “Where you going,” Ali asked. G-money leaned closer to Ali’s ear. “I think I’m a go to Atlanta and take a little vacation just until things cool down.” “Sounds like a good move,” Ali agreed. “I’m going to keep in touch,” he said giving G-money a pound followed by a hug. “Holla at ya boy,” G-money said as he and Skip made their exit.

Chapter 23

VACATION TIME

Before G-money headed to the airport he made a quick stop. “Knock, Knock, Knock,” G-money waited patiently for someone to come to the door. Seconds later Coco opened the door wearing nothing but some boy shorts, and a wife beater. “Hey, what you doing here,” she asked stepping to the side so that he could enter. “I was about to head out of town for a little vacation,” G-money said lighting up a blunt. “Where you going?” “Atlanta,” he answered in between puffs. “And I was wondering if you would like to join me?” “Hell yeah, I wanna go,” Coco said excitedly seductively biting her bottom lip. “Get over here and give me a hug with ya sexy ass,” G-money said inhaling Coco’s sweet scent. Before Coco knew what was going on, her boy shorts were around her ankles and G-money was fucking the shit out of her. Coco bent over the arm of the couch as G-money long dicked her. She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain until her cum drenched her inner thighs.

Once G-money finished laying his pipe game down, Coco quickly took a quick shower, and packed a few of her belongings, and was ready to go.

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Go pack you and lil’ man’s shit; we going on a little vacation,” Skip announced as soon as he stepped foot inside his five bedroom house. “Where are we going,” April asked curiously. “We going to Hawaii,” Skip said noticing the smile on his wife’s face. “Why you smiling for,” he asked playfully. “Because my husband is taking me to Hawaii,” April celebrated doing a dance she must’ve picked up from either BET or MTV. “Stop acting like I don’t be taking you nowhere,” Skip said checking his Rolex. “Aight hurry up; our plane leaves in about two hours,” he notified her.

Chapter 24

THE TAKE OVER

“Oh shit that’s the bitch ass nigga. That sucker punched me in the club that night,” Rell said looking at Spanky on Sport Center. “Yeah that is that bitch ass nigga,” Debo said squinting his eyes to get a better look. “I didn’t know he was a boxer.” “Me either,” Rell added lighting up a Newport. “Too bad because when I catch him I’m going to break both of his arms.” “I would kill him if I was you,” Debo said adding his two cent. “Nah, you see with a nigga like that if you break his arms that’s even better than killing him,” Rell said as he noticed Beverly enter the living room. “Hey daddy can I get you anything,” she asked politely. “Yeah fry me and my man some fish.” “Okay daddy,” Beverly said heading towards the kitchen to fix her man his food.

Beverly was a white girl with blue eyes, and blonde hair. She may have been white, but she knew how to take care of her man. The reason Rell made Beverly his wifey was because while he was behind the wall all the sistahs he had been dealing with all turned their backs on him do to the fact he had such a long bid. But not Beverly, she stuck behind Rell for his entire bid. Once he was released, he vowed that he would never date another sistah, and he planned on keeping his word.

“How that chump, Dave, been holding up,” Rell asked. “He been doing aight; his count is always straight,” Debo said quickly snatching his .45 from his waistband when he heard somebody banging on the door like the police. “Who the fuck is that banging like the fucking cops,” Rell said out loud grabbing his P89 from off of the coffee table as he made his way to the door so that he could investigate. “It’s the cops,” Rell said signaling Debo to put away his gun.

“Greetings officer,” Rell said addressing the detective. “Hi, how are you doing Rell, my name is Detective Nelson. I need some help taking a few guys down, and I was told you could help me,” he said as the two exchanged glances. “I’m sorry Detective, but I’m afraid someone gave you some incorrect information,” Rell said flatly as he went to slam the door but the detective’s foot stopped him. “Listen, the word on the street is you want G-money dead,” Detective Nelson said lighting up a Winston. “I can help you get rid of him.” “Why the fuck would you want to help me,” Rell questioned. “Let’s just say I owe him one,” Detective Nelson said averting his eyes towards his arm cradled in the sling.

With that being said, Rell stepped to the side so that the Detective could enter. “Okay, I’m going to get straight to the point. Me and Ail used to do businesses, but he bit the hand that fed him now he’s finished. Meaning there’s a position open for a new street legend. This game is all about longevity, and with me on your side there’s no telling how for we can go together.” “What’s in it for you,” Rell asked as he studied the detective. “Twenty thousand every month,” he answered quickly. “That’s not going to work; I’m barely pulling in twenty thousand a month now,” Rell said not liking how that sounded. “You see you still thinking like a nickel and dime hustler,” Detective Nelson said shaking his head. “Once you’re connected you’ll be making triple that amount in a week. This is how it works, any block you want to take over, you just let me know and I’ll arrest the crew who’s selling on that block. That’s when you bring your people in and take over, but we must get rid of G-money because he’s going to cause a problem.” “What about Ali,” Debo asked speaking for the first time. “Yes, Ali must go as well,” Detective Nelson stated firmly. “You know that’s going to get real ugly, right? Not to mention the lost I’m gonna be taking when my men start getting arrested,” Rell said unsurely. “Anybody from your crew get locked up, I’ll have them released within twenty four hours.” “Let me talk it over with my man real quick,” Rell said as he, and Debo stepped in the next room to weigh their options. Ten minutes later Rell and Debo reappeared from the backroom. “Looks like you got your self a deal,” Rell said shaking the detective’s hand. “I just want to let you know that now that I have the green light it’s gonna be a lot of blood spilled.” “I hope so. I’ll contact you in thirty days for my money,” Detective Nelson said greedily as he made his exit. “Put a tail on that mutha fucka,” Rell said lighting up the clip of haze that sat in the ashtray. “What’s up? You want him dead,” Debo asked with a menacing look in his eyes. “Nah, I just need to know more about him; it’s something fishy about that mutha fucka,” Rell said with concern. “Say no more, I’ll take care of that first thing in the morning,” Debo said as the two men sat down, and enjoyed their fish.

Chapter 25

IGNORANCE

“Damn I see you getting all this money up in this mutha fucka,” Benny said noticing all the drug traffic coming in and out of the projects. “Yeah, you already know how we do it,” Butch replied munching on some barbeque chips. “So what brings you down to the projects?” “This where all the bitches at,” Benny said as if he were at a whorehouse. “You see the same ole tired ass bitches every time you come up this mutha fucka.” “Yup and every time feels like a new one,” Benny chuckled as he saw three girls heading in their direction. “Hey Butch,” the prettiest one out of the three spoke. “Who got smoke out here?” “My man in the lobby of that building right there can help you,” he replied pointing to the building to his left. “Aight, good looking Butch,” the girl said as the three headed towards the building before Benny stopped them. “Hold up for a second ma,” Benny said grabbing the prettiest one by the wrist. “I got what you need right here,” he said revealing a Ziploc bag full of purple haze from his pocket. “How about all four of us go back to my place, and get zooted.” The girls giggled before the pretty one spoke. “We good, maybe next time,” she replied. “Damn baby, why you playing hard to get with a nigga? You so fine I’ll do anything for you , even kill a mutha fucka,” Benny joked. “Yeah right, you probably never even shot a gun before,” the pretty one yelled over her shoulder as the three headed to get some weed. “Bitch, it’s obvious you don’t watch the news because if you did you would of heard about that precinct I shot up,” Benny yelled hoping the threesome heard him.

“Yo, are you stupid or dumb,” Butch asked not believing his ears. “What you talking about? I’m just having fun with the bitches,” Benny said nonchalantly. “Yo, you a dumb ass nigga,” Butch said hotly as he got up and left Benny sitting on the bench all by himself. “Lil’ weak ass nigga,” Benny said out loud once Butch was out of ear shot. Benny sat on the bench alone until it started to drizzle. “Damn what else could go wrong,” He said out loud as he jogged to the corner store so that he could get out of the rain.

Seconds later Diesil pulled up in his 2002 Escalade. “What’s good son,” Diesil yelled beeping the horn. Once Benny saw who the driver was, he quickly ran and slid into the passenger seat. “Yo, I gotta hurry up and get me a car, son,” Benny said not liking how everybody around him seemed to be doing better than he was. “Things come to those who wait,” Diesil said making a left turn down a naked alley. “Where the fuck we going,” Benny asked curiously. “Some fucking idiot can’t keep his mouth shut, so I have to shut it for him.” In a quick motion he snatched Benny out of his seat by his collar. “What the fuck you doing man,” Benny squealed. “Shutting up your big mouth,” Diesil replied aiming his 9mm at his old friend’s head, whose life was silenced by five messengers of death.