Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (27 page)

“What’s good? Everything aight,” G-money asked curiously. “Yeah, everything’s cool. April just called talking about they just kicked in my door looking for me. She said they had a warrant,” Skip said as he tossed his phone out of the window. “I know them crackers got my house phone tapped.”

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Definitely,” G-money agreed. “Let me guess? April spazzed out, right.” “You know she did. I think she’s going to leave me soon,” Skip spoke softly. “She’s tired of living like this.” “You know at anytime you can bail out and go take care of your family, you dig?” “Nah, I can’t just jump off the boat now; especially while it’s sinking,” Skip stated plainly. “I’m just letting you know that whenever you want to make things right with your family, you got my approval,” G-money said as he pulled into the club’s parking lot. “Good looking; I’ll keep that in mind,” Skip said distractedly as he looked at all the beautiful women scattered around the parking lot. “Hard to stay focused with all this ass all in ya face, huh?” G-money chuckled as he searched for a parking spot.

All the groupies, and gold diggers strained their eyes as they tried their hardest to see through the limo tints on the Lamborghini. Once G-money found a parking spot, the rising suicide doors caught the attention of two chicks, who were half naked. “Yooo,” G-money yelled out to the divas. The two women quickly swayed over to the Lambo. “What’s good? Where the party at,” The tallest one spoke seductively looking at G-money for an answer. “Right here,” G-money yelled over the blasting music that blared through his speakers. “I know ya’ll wasn’t going inside without getting right first,” he said grabbing the bottle of Grey Goose from under the driver’s seat.

As G-money and Skip sat parking lot pimping, G-money noticed the rest of his goons pull up into the club’s parking lot. “So what’s good, ya’ll got names,” G-money asked smoothly. “I’m Ashley and this is Wanda,” the taller one spoke as she pointed to her friend who was now sitting on Skip’s lap as he sat on the hood of the vehicle. “So Ashley what you doing after the club,” G-money asked undressing Ashley with his eyes. “Nothing, I was going to go home. I don’t really know my way around the city too well yet,” she said in a soft voice.

G-money could tell that neither one of the girls were from New York by their strong accents. “So where ya’ll from?” “We just moved out here from Florida,” Ashley answered proudly, showing all of her teeth. “Florida,” G-money echoed looking Ashley up and down.

Ashley wore a skimpy dress that looked like it had to have been painted on because the bottom of her dress barely covered her caramel ass cheeks. As her knee high leather go-go boots completed her outfit. “What’s wrong,” Ashley asked looking at her clothes when she noticed how G-money was hungrily eye balling her. “Oh my bad, I was just checking you out,” he admitted honestly. “Well do you like what you see,” she asked brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “I think like is an understatement,” he capped finishing off his drink. “Well that’s a good sign because I like what I see as well,” she said placing her freshly done weave in a ponytail. “Aight cool, so let me get your number now before we go inside that loud ass club.” As G-money took down Ashley’s number he noticed about fifteen of his goons headed in his direction. Ashley quickly stored her number in G-money’s I-Phone before the rest of the posse arrived. “Make sure you give me a call lil’ daddy,” she said in a southern drawl as her and Wanda made their way to the club’s entrance.

“Damn, where the bitches going,” Knowledge asked with fourteen thugs behind him. “You scared them off as usual,” Skip said playfully giving Knowledge a nudge. “Shiiiiit, I look so good I had to slap my momma the other day,” Knowledge said as the whole crew fell out in laughter. “Fuck this shit, let’s get up in here and be stars,” G-money said as he and his crew made their way towards the entrance.

“How many you got with you tonight G-money,?” the bouncer asked giving G-money a pound. “Ummm…sixteen,” G-money answered slipping the bouncer three hundred dollar bills discreetly. “Aight, only one problem…no weapons allowed,” the bouncer announced. “Come on homey, you can’t let us slide just for tonight,” G-money pleaded. “Sorry I can’t. We had a bad shootout in here last month; another incident like that and we get shut down for good,” the bouncer spoke like a gentleman. “Aight, we’ll be right back,” G-money said as he and his crew headed back to the parking lot, so that they could drop off their firearms.

“Something ain’t feeling right,” Skip said removing his dessert eagle from his waist and tossing it on the passenger seat. “What’s wrong,” G-money asked placing his .45 on top of the front tire on the driver side. “You know how you just get a feeling that something ain’t right?” “Listen Skip, if this ain’t right its going to get much righter,” G-money slurred as the alcohol began to take it’s affect. “Yeah, I guess you right,” Skip agreed as he, G-money and the rest of their crew headed back towards the entrance of the club.

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Hey boss man, it’s some guy out here who say’s he needs to talk to you and it’s an emergency,” Big Mel said peaking his head through the door. “Who is this guy,” Ali asked standing in front of his pool table playing by himself. “Some cat named Bob,” Big Mel chuckled. “A real filthy looking brother.” “Send him in,” Ali ordered as he poured himself a glass of Belve with some orange juice. When Ali looked up from sipping his drink he saw a dusty looking man enter his office. “How can I help you,” Ali asked as he continued with his game. “How you doing Mr. Ali,” Bob spoke nervously. “Umm…I heard you were the man to see about a job.” “What kind of job are looking for,” Ali asked. “It doesn’t matter. If you supply me with any kind of job, I will be very grateful,” Bob said nervously as he glanced at Ali’s two 9mm’s resting in his shoulder holsters. “Why should I hire you?” “Ummm…because I’m a hard worker and I’m willing to work at the bottom until I reach the top,” Bob replied honestly.

Ali looked up from the pool table and studied Bob’s face as he took another sip from his drink. “How would you like to be a waiter in my restaurant?” “I would love that; that would be great,” Bob said smiling from ear to ear. “You know where my restaurant is, right?” “Yeah, I know where it’s at.” “Aight, show up there bright and early on Monday. I’m going to call the manager and let her know that you’re coming,” Ali said giving Bob a pound. “Thank you so much Mr. Ali. I really appreciate this and I promise I won’t let you down.” “Aight cool, I’m happy I could help you; but I got one question, how did you know you could find me here,” Ali asked curiously. “A few people from the hood told me I might could catch you here, and that you were the man to see about a job.” “Aight Bob, you be cool and if you know anybody else who needs a job make sure you send them this way,” Ali said as he walked Bob to the door.

“Damn that’s like the eighth person you gave a job to today,” Big Mel huffed. “What’s wrong with that? You talking like you giving them money straight out of your pocket,” Ali said checking his twenty-four hour bodyguard. “Now let’s use your phone because my battery died.” “Here,” Big Mel handed Ali his cell phone as he headed to the bathroom.

Ali started to dial Nancy’s number, but before he could finish a restricted call came through, catching Ali off guard. “Who the fuck is this calling with a blocked number?” “Hello,” Ali answered. No answer came back. “Who is this,” Ali asked again. Still no answer, then suddenly the line went dead. “Did you get through,” Big Mel asked suspiciously as he returned from the bathroom. “Yeah I got through,” Ali said flatly as his mind started to wonder.

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The whole club went crazy when Swizz Beatz, “She ain’t got not no money in the bank,” came bumping through the speakers. Every female in the club began to shake their asses. Knowledge quickly eased up behind a freak whose red thong rose above her jeans as she shook her ass to the beat.

Knowledge did his best to control himself, as he watched the fat ass in front of him grind up and down on his dick. G-money sat on the couch in the V.I.P. section with Ashley curled up in his lap, sipping on some strong vodka. “Damn you got my dick harder than putting together a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle,” G-money flirted as he kissed Ashley’s neck. “You’re very freaky I see,” Ashley whispered seductively in G-money’s ear. “I’m not freaky; you just bring the freak out in me,” G-money replied as he pulled out one of Ashley nice sized titties and slowly placed it in his mouth. Ashley let out a light moan as she rubbed G-money’s neatly corn rowed hair. “Damn ya titties taste good,” G-money said as he noticed Ashley’s nipples get hard. “Lets save this for later,” Ashley said sticking her breasts back in her dress. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself,” G-money stated plainly as he refilled his glass with vodka. “Fill me up too,” Ashley chimed as she heard her favorite Reggae song come blaring through the speakers. Immediately her body began to sway with the beat as she found herself giving G-money a magic city type of lap dance. G-money just sat back and let his hands explore the rest of the Diva’s sexy body.

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Rell pulled up in the club’s parking lot, seven cars deep each man ready for action. “The plan is simple; we going to go in there, find G-money and kill him,” Rell spat, his voice dripping with venom. Each man behind Rell had the same murderous look on their face, as Rell led his crew towards the entrance of the club.

“Big man, what’s up,” Rell said giving the bouncer a pound. “I’m chilling,” he replied quickly. “How much is it going to cost for me and my crew to get up in here without waiting on this long ass line, and without getting searched,” Rell asked pulling out a huge stack of money from his pocket. “Sorry brother, but I can’t allow nobody inside without getting searched,” the bouncer stated firmly. “Why,” Rell asked curiously. “We had a bad shootout in here last month; another incident like that and we get shutdown for good.” “Aight, I can respect that,” Rell said as he and his crew headed back to the parking lot.

“Aight, I want four of you to hang out here in the parking lot. As soon as ya’ll see G-money come out, I want ya’ll to light his ass up. Me and the rest of the soldiers about to run up in this club and bring his ass out.” Rell flicked his cigarette as he and the rest of his soldiers headed towards the entrance.

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Nancy laid spread out on the king sized water bed butt naked, listening to the soft sound of Alicia Keys humming softly through her speakers. She laid down quietly, watching the muted T.V. as the ringing of the house phone startled her causing her to jump a little. Nancy slowly slid out of her comfortable bed and walked towards the dresser where she had left the cordless phone.

“Hello,” she answered. Silence came back. “Helloooooo,” she said again. When she didn’t get an answer the second time she quickly hung up. “I wonder who the fuck that was,” she asked herself as she headed back towards the bed. Her fat ass jiggled with each step she took.

Nancy quickly grabbed the .22 caliber handgun that Ali had given her for emergencies. For the past week, someone had been ringing the house phone without saying anything.

When Ali entered the bedroom he looked at his fiancé’s beautiful naked body, until he noticed the small handgun laying inches away from her. “What’s the gun for,” Ali asked sitting at the foot of the bed. “Somebody keeps on calling here and hanging up,” Nancy whined. “I want this number changed.” “Okay baby, change it whenever you want.” “Baby I’m starting to get scared,” Nancy whispered as she moved to the foot of the bed so she could sit next to her man. “Scared about what,” Ali asked taking Nancy’s hand. “I’m scared that something bad is going to happen to you.” “Something bad, like what?” “I don’t know. I just don’t have a good feeling about our safety. I’m getting the feeling that somebody knows something that we don’t.” “I’ve been getting the same feeling lately,” Ali said in deep thought. “I’m not sure, but I think Big Mel is up to something fishy.” “I have been noticing him acting a little weird lately,” Nancy agreed. “Weird like what,” Ali asked curiously. “Like the other day right, I was coming out of the kitchen and I heard Big Mel talking in a real low voice to somebody on his cell phone. I’ve never heard him whispering on the phone before.” “Don’t even worry about that clown. I got something for that ungrateful mutha fucka,” Ali hissed. “Me and you are going on a long vacation next week and while were gone I’m going to have Big Mel murdered.” “Why next week? Why can’t we leave tomorrow,” Nancy asked knowing a lot could happen in a week. “Because Spanky’s big fight is next Saturday. We can leave that night as soon as the fight is over.” “Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Nancy said mad that it had slipped her mind. “So where are we going?” “I was thinking maybe the Bahamas,” Ali answered with a smile. “You ever been there before?” “Never, I never even been out of New York before,” Nancy said shamefully. “There’s a first time for everything, even marriage,” Ali said throwing in the curve ball at the end of his sentence. “Marriage,” Nancy echoed. “Yeah, I was thinking we should get married next week in the Bahamas and spend about six months there on our honeymoon,” Ali suggested.

“You’re the best,” Nancy said as she happily pushed Ali down on the bed and quickly removed his love stick, not hesitating to put it in her mouth.