Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (16 page)

Meanwhile in the parking lot G-money pulled into the club’s parking lot six cars deep. “I heard mutha fuckas was out here looking for the kid,” G-money slurred reeking of alcohol. Before G-money exited his vehicle he made sure he grabbed his bottle of Grey Goose from off the floor as he and his entourage headed towards the entrance.

“How much is it going to cost for me and my crew to get up here without waiting on this long ass line?” G-money asked the big seven foot tall bouncer. “I’m sorry brother, but this is a private party, besides you and your crew don’t meet the dress code requirements, so there’s nothing I can do for you, sorry,” his voice boomed. “Listen, I don’t think you understand,” G-money said taking a step closer. “I need to get in there and speak to the man who’s throwing the party.” “No, I don’t think you understand,” the bouncer growled talking way louder than he had to. “This is a private fucking party.”

Before G-money could respond, police cars came from every direction trying to box off G-money and his entourage. Out of reflex G-money and his crew scrambled trying to escape. Each man in his entourage was carrying a fire arm and more than likely had a warrant out for their arrest or were on parole.

After a short pursuit, a uniformed officer had tackled G-money in the process of trying to put the cuffs on G-money. G-money found a way to grab his .45 from his waistband. Immediately he pumped four bullets into the cop, causing blood to splatter across his face. Once G-money’s entourage heard the shots go off they immediately opened fire not caring who they shot.

* * * *

“
Yo, it’s a shoot out going on outside right now,” Debo told Rell and the rest of the crew. “Let’s go check it out,” Rell said snatching his P89 Ruger from his waist leading his crew towards the entrance.

* * * *

Once G-money rolled the cops dead body off of him, he quickly shot the next cop closest to him. Seconds later G-money noticed at least five more cop cars pulling up to the scene. “Fuck,” G-money growled as he tossed his .45 and laid spread out on the ground with his hands behind his head so he wouldn’t get shot.

Meanwhile the rest of G-money’s entourage continued to bang out with the police, everyone except for Skip he smoothly ran around the corner tossing his dessert eagle under a parked car as he walked regular trying to blend in with the regular club goers.

Once the rest of G-money’s entourage saw that they didn’t have a chance to win the gun fight they quickly surrendered. When it was all said and done five police officers were killed to go along with the seven dead members of G-money’s entourage.

* * * *

By the time Rell and his crew made it outside the police had full control of the situation. “This stupid mutha fucka fell right into the trap,” Rell said out loud shaking his head.

By this time Detective Nelson had already made his way to the crime scene. “You just can’t do right can you,” Detective Nelson knelt down to speak to G-money who was laying face down on the concrete handcuffed. “You set me up you fucking cock sucker,” G-money barked. “No, I just out smarted you,” Detective Nelson corrected him. “And it was way easier than I thought it would be,” he laughed loudly. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh,” G-money snarled already planning on getting revenge on the detective.

* * * *

Skip stood across the street with the rest of the bystanders watching the show, when he noticed Wise jogging down the street looking back over his shoulder. “Damn he must’ve of gotten away like I did,” Skip said to himself as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Big Mel’s number.

“Yo, what’s up? Can I speak to Mike,” Skip said speaking in codes. “Tell the big man everything is fucked up, over seven people from our crew got locked up, and tell him Grandma (G-money) too. “Aight get low,” Big Mel said quickly as he ended the conversation. “Yo that was Skip on the phone, he said G-money and about seven soldiers just got locked up.”

“Fuck,” Ali cursed angrily. “Get Goldberg on the phone and get him down there ASAP,” Ali stated as he turned on the T.V. and saw the whole shit already on the news. The reporter spoke with fire in his voice as he announced that there were twelve dead bodies on the scene and five of them were cops.

“
Damn,” Ali whispered as he picked up his throw away phone and dialed a number. Diesil answered on the fifth ring. “Yo what’s good?” “You tell me,” Ali responded. “I’m pulling up right now,” Diesil replied. “Okay come see me when you’re done,” Ali said clicking the phone dead.

* * * *

Diesil pulled in front of the precinct on his motorcycle. He quickly scanned the front before he made his move. He quickly hopped off the bike leaving the engine running as he leaned it on the kick stand.

Once inside the precinct, Diesil made sure he drew the string tight on his hooded sweatshirt as he made his way to the front desk. “How you doing officer? I have a note I need you to give to Detective Nelson for me if it’s not too much trouble,” Diesil said politely as he handed the officer the note.

“
What the fuck is this,” the officer growled looking down at the note. Before the officer could lift his head back up Diesil aimed the nozzle of the silencer on his .380 at the officer’s head and squeezed the trigger five times before he quickly made his exit. Once outside, Diesil hopped back on his motorcycle, revved the engine, and left the smell of burnt rubber in the air.

Chapter 30

SCOPE THE COMPETITION

“
You see this mother fucker is slick,” Freddie commented as he and Spanky watched tapes of his next opponent. “His foot work is outstanding.” “It’s aight,” Spanky hated. “You’re really going to have to bring you’re A-game if you expect to leave that fight with that man’s belt,” Freddie added. “I came too far not to take that title from that clown. This is what I been training for all my life,” Spanky said seriously. “We going to really have to study these tapes because it’s hard to fight mutha fuckas who fight in that awkward Roy Jones style.” “Honestly Freddie, do you think I can take this chump,” Spanky asked seriously. “Yeah I know you can take him; it’s just going to take hard work and discipline,” Freddie replied unsurely. “You know you the underdog right?” “Word? Damn that’s fucked up, a lot of people going to lose their hard earned money because I’m not playing with this clown. I’m a go in that ring and try to kill that fool; people must’ve of forgot I’m still undefeated.” “So is he,” Freddie reminded him. “Fuck you Freddie. I can see it in your eyes, you think I can’t beat this mutha fucka,” Spanky shot to his feet and threw on his hoody. “I didn’t say that Spanky,” Freddie pleaded. “You didn’t have to, it’s written all over your face,” Spanky stated as he headed towards the door.

“Where you going Spank,” Freddie yelled out. “I’m going to put these miles in,” he said placing his I-pod ear phones in his ear, then made his exit.

Spanky decided to jog all the way home, something he had never done before. The whole time he jogged down the street he visualized his opponent standing in front of him as he threw the one, two. Two hours later Spanky had finally reached his house. When he stepped foot in the house he was shocked when he saw Christie sitting in the living room watching the same video of his opponent.

“Hey baby I didn’t even hear you come in,” she said turning off the T.V. “What you watching,” Spanky asked turning off his I-pod. “Oh,” she began quietly. “Uhm, I saw the tape of your next opponent sitting on the table so I thought I would just check it out.” “So what do you think,” he asked. “He’s real good,” Christie said turning to face her man. “He’s going to be the toughest person you ever fought or maybe ever fight.”

“You think I can win,” he asked. “Of course I think you going to win. You ain’t never lost a fight just like him, what makes him better than you?” “Thanks boo, I needed to hear that,” Spanky said giving his wife a big hug. “Did you sign the contract yet,” she asked. “I signed it earlier today,” Spanky chuckled. “What’s so funny?” “It’s funny because whether I win or lose, we still going to be rich.” “Baby we already rich.” “Well excuse me, I meant to say we’ll be richer.” The two laughed.

“So when is the fight?” “Nine month from now,” Spanky whispered as the two headed to the bedroom to get their freak on for the last time until the fight was over.

Chapter 31

WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS

“
Come on girl you gonna fuck around and be late to your own baby shower,” Coco said playfully. “Sorry but I can’t move like I used to,” Nancy replied as the two headed out the door.

Big Mel held the back door open so the two beautiful queens could enter the vehicle. “Thanks Mel,” the two said in unison. Once everyone was in the vehicle safely, Big Mel headed towards the baby shower. By just looking at Nancy’s face you could tell that she was nervous and happy at the same time. “You beautiful girl, don’t even worry about it,” Coco said joyfully. “Thanks girl,” Nancy replied as the two sat listening to their favorite songs for the rest of the ride.

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When Dave and Maurice stepped inside of the warehouse they were shocked to see twenty soldiers all dressed in black wearing black gloves holding assault riffles. “I’m glad ya’ll could make it on such short notice,” Rell said handing the two men a pair of black jeans, a sweater, and gloves.

“What’s this all about,” Dave asked curiously. “I just got the word last minute that Ali and his crew is going to be attending a baby shower out in Brooklyn,” Rell said nonchalantly. “So what’s the plan,” Dave asked. “We going to kill everybody up in that bitch,” Debo answered for Rell. “Hold on, I think we got a problem,” Dave said nervously. “What’s the problem Dave,” Rell asked stepping in Dave’s face. “You scared,” he asked challenging Dave’s manhood. “Nah, I ain’t scared it’s just that, that’s my baby mother’s baby shower,” he told him. “Get the fuck outta here, you bullshitting,” Rell laughed out loud. “So Ali out there piping ya BM (baby mother) and you don’t wanna do shit about it?” “I’m going to smoke that faggot,” Rell said trying to sound extra tough. “Just let me go in there for five minutes and let me try to persuade her to leave with me if that doesn’t work, then we can shoot up the whole place. All I need is five minutes,” Dave said damn near begging.

* * * *

Nancy sat greeting and mingling with all of her guest as they continued to file in, while the other guests just sat stuffing their faces. “Damn, I didn’t know you knew this many people,” Coco commented. “Me either,” Nancy replied as the two woman broke out laughing. “Hey girl, you look bigger than a house,” Christie said making her entrance as she hugged Nancy and handed her a gift. “Thanks girl, you better go get you some food because these people up in here acting like they never ate before.” “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Christie replied as she headed over to the food section.

Nancy was really having a good time. She had never thought in a million years that she would be having such a big baby shower like this. In the middle of her thoughts she saw her knight in shining armor coming her way. “Hey baby everything alright,” Ali asked kissing Nancy on the lips. “Yeah, life couldn’t be better thanks to you,” she said giggling like a little school girl. “Likewise baby, today is your day so enjoy it. I’m going to be over there with the guys. If you need me just holla.” “Okay baby,” Nancy replied as she watched her man walk over to where all the guys were standing in a huddle.

“As soon as I walked in the house, she was already naked,” Diesil said standing in the middle of the huddle. “I pulled out my dick and she was on it like it was the last dick she would ever see again in her life.” “Nigga stop lying,” Wise cut in. “Chill, don’t interrupted my story; this is a true story,” Diesil continued. “Aight so check it, I’m blowing shorty back out, right…then out the blue something told me to look up. I look up and what do I see? Her twin sister standing in the door way butt naked watching my performance.” “Yo this nigga is lying son,” a soldier commented from the side line. “You buggin, you know how much pussy I get,” Diesil asked.

Suddenly the whole room got quiet when Butch rolled up in the place in his wheel chair. “Oh shit look at this mutha fucka,” Diesil yelled out as everyone went to greet the fallen soldier.