One Hustler's World

by Nikita Stewart

  His partner holding the suspect at gunpoint, the senior officer slung the suspect against the vehicle. He handcuffed the suspect then snatched away the nylon mask. Both police officers were taken aback by the suspect’s feminine, golden brown face.

  Sirens blared in the rapidly declining distance. The suspect was searched then issued her Miranda Rights. The suspect gazing across the street spied a stealthy silhouette creeping along the shadows. She noticed the silhouette's weapon raising towards her position. She willed the silhouette to focus on her. Shaking her head, she mouthed the words. "It’s okay."

  Flashing blue & white lights ricocheting against the night, the silhouette crept forward.

  The suspect’s eyes glaring gloriously, she mouthed the words. "Leave now!"

  Several Norfolk City police cruisers sped around the Springfield Avenue corner.

  The rear passenger door held open, a handcuffed suspect was ushered into incarceration. Her head down and lone tear coursing her cheek, the suspect closed her eyes. The police officers marveling at the confiscated small machine gun, she wallowed in failure.

  Ten minutes later. From the caged-in police cruiser rear, Yolanda studied the police officers situated about. Onlookers gathered around the cordon off perimeter. Markers were beside each spent shell casing. Homicide detectives took statements. EMTs used hydraulic stretchers to wheel a broken, agony-stricken gunshot victim and an unconscious man from the war-torn backyard into awaiting ambulances.

  Dynamo was ushered from the residence.

  Detective Swanson led him to the police cruiser. He held the rear passenger door open and asked. "Do you know who this is?"

  Dynamo smirked. "Sure do."

  The suspect erupted. "Fuck you, fago__" The door slammed on her tirade. She could only watch as the alleged 'victim' gave his statement.

  Detective Swanson held the police cruiser rear passenger door open once more. Leaning inside, he asked. "Do you have any idea the number of felonies you face?"

  “My name, social and attorney info the only answers you get."

  “Well, in case you change your mind... Devon Wallace and all the others you attempted to murder are filing criminal charges. Not including the counts you'll face regardless of anyone's cooperation." Detective Swanson stepping aside allowed the suspect to glimpse her surroundings. "As you can see, your accomplices left you to rot alone. Cooperate. I promise this will have a happy ending for you."

  "All you want is names?"

  "We have names, so all we seek from you is confirmation."

  Yolanda gazing into the dark sky, longed for any signs of support. All she saw were wolves, wolves encircling a handcuffed mortally wounded sheep. Her head down, she sulked. "It was all me."

  Detective Swanson scoffed. "Ms. Walker, don't get stupid. There are no heroes here. There's only you. Give us a name. Tell me where to locate him." Conceding to her stubbornness, he jeered. "Let's see how hard you are when three linebacker butch bitches making you their hand-puppet."

  Yolanda fired back. "Fuck you, piggy!"

  "No, ma'am. The Goochland Correctional Center washroom where hard-asses like you get fucked. Over and over." Detective Swanson pulling the suspect from the police cruiser, waved a fellow detective over. "I have more statements to take, so I need you to take this one in. And make sure she enjoys the penthouse suite."

  Yolanda was led to an unmarked Ford LTD. The rear passenger door held open, she asked. "Where you taking me? What's the penthouse suite?"

  The detective laughed. "Don't worry, ma'am, those butches he spoke of come after you're sentenced to a thousand years."

  A Norfolk City police cruiser led the way. With his partner occupying the front passenger seat, the detective drove the Ford LTD away from the crime scene. Yolanda noticed their Ford Windstar was no longer in its parking space. She was also overwhelmed by immeasurable loneliness.

  The vehicle’s V6 engine accelerating, detectives asked question after question—each one when unanswered. Yolanda peering through the Plexiglas partition into the fast-moving night, wept. The two-vehicle convoy raced up the Campostella Bridge. The Elizabeth River flowing below, off in the distance, Yolanda could see Ingleside. Her childhood neighborhood. Her home. Where the last images were of Honey being obliterated by Dynamo's point-blank range shotgun blast.

  Misty eyes, Yolanda watched as their squad car escort raced down the bridge and make a right onto Kimball Terrace. The Ford LTD followed. She was sure they were transporting her to the Norfolk Police Operation Center, located on Va. Beach Blvd., just beyond the Ingleside, Norfolk outskirts.

  Traveling along the two-lane road, Yolanda chuckled at how the closer she was driven towards her home, the further away it became.

  She pondered whether this life was truly worth it. Was it worth losing Honey? Was it worth losing her freedom? Was bearing sole responsibility for the Springfield Avenue mayhem worth the loyalty of not giving up her accomp...

  Brake pads screeching, everyone froze from the sudden emergence of a large, fast-moving, blue box. A blue Dodge Caravan barreling from an easily missed side street onto Kimball Terrace slammed into the lead police cruiser driver side. With the avalanche-like explosion ripping into the night, the police cruiser was thrown down a small embankment.

  The trailing Ford LTD came to a screeching. A second later, a dark, nylon masked figure leaped from the mangled Dodge Caravan. The weapon against his left shoulder, the dark figure bolted across the debris-littered street. The dark figure standing in front of the Ford LTD glared at both awe-frozen homicide detectives. Once the lone rear passenger disappeared, the dark figure squeezed the trigger. A tremendous burst of fully automatic, small machine gun hellfire was unleashed upon the unmarked police vehicle.

  The shatterproof windshield was torn to shreds. Polyester fabric, bulletproof vests, and vital organs were obliterated by the merciless onslaught. High velocity, 2.23 caliber rifle rounds splashing blood and tissue matter throughout the vehicle, menacing cries serenaded oblivion.

  Yolanda, handcuffed, pressing her face into the rear floorboard, was showered with glass shards. She quivered from the back passenger door being snatched open.

  A gloved hand snatched her by the elbow. Struggling to pull her from the vehicle, the dark figure met fierce resistance. "We gotta move!"

  Yolanda snatched away from him. “Not like this."

  He looked towards the blare of approaching sirens. “We running outta time! Now, let's go!"

  “Dynamo cooperating. All the cops saw my face. I run, I'll be__

  “We got enough bread to disappear."

  “For how long! I run, I'll be charged with everything! I stay, at least I gotta fighting chance." Yolanda’s eyes welling with tears, she again snatched away from the dark figure.

  She wasn't a mortally wounded sheep amongst wolves. She wasn't left to rot inside the bowels of criminal justice. Her war. Her pain. Her loss. Her loneliness. Her regret. Her vengeance was not hers to bear alone.

  The sirens growing louder, Yolanda thwarting the dark figure’s attempt at grabbing her, said. "It’s not your fault."

  The dark figure sulked. "No way. I can't leave you here like this."

  “You’re not leaving me. I need to be here... for you.”

  KT froze in recognition of her martyrdom. Yolanda was unwilling to involve him in a war against an enemy that never slept. Never got tired. Had an unlimited supply of troops. Weapons. Funds. Staying behind, Yolanda would ensure his involvement remains an unconfirmed suspicion. Staying behind signified her willingness to fall on the proverbial sword for honor. Loyalty. Love.

  A tormented yelp resonated.

  KT closed the rear Ford LTD door. He ran to the mortally wounded patrolman pinned underneath the mangled squad car. His Colt Commando roaring, he sent a three-round burst into the patrolman's forehead.

  Flashing, blue & white lights ricocheting against the rapidly declining night were only blocks away. KT looked back at the bullet-riddled Ford LTD.

>   Yolanda, trapped inside, burst into tears.

  The tyrant dies and his rule is over;

  the martyr dies and his rule begins

  -Soren Kierkegaard 1813-1855

  ONE HUSTLER’S WORLD II:

  For Love & War

  How far into the abyss would you go for love? KT is pushed beyond the brink in this explosive sequel to the bestselling novel, ONE HUSTLER’S WORLD. His failed attempt at freeing Yolonda ends with her being charged with 27 felonies, including the Capitol Murder of three police officers. Will she face the death penalty for crimes she didn’t commit or hand KT over to the authorities?

  Masked intruders torture and rape KT’s side chick, Maxine. Yet, she never gives them KT’s whereabouts. Terri lures KT into an ambush orchestrated by her abusive uncle Pierre and his Bounty Hunter Bloods minions. When all seems lost, Yolonda, though incarcerated, gives KT what he needs to finally turn the tide. Only for things to go terribly wrong.

  A chance encounter pits KT and his now-wife, Angel, against Pierre and KT’s former best friend, Dynamo. Though strangers, Pierre and Dynamo join forces to annihilate a familiar foe. Defeated, KT could only watch as Pierre gunned down his wife. KT was hospitalized with several gunshot wounds. Will he give detectives the evidence to finally bring both wars to an end?

  Suspense, drama, sex, violence, love, hate, betrayal, loyalty, truth, and lies. You name it, this well-written tale has it. Everyone feels the heat in this blazingly hot sequel, where the surprise ending finds KT in one too many life-or-death struggles.

  IMPRISONED

  How do you find peace in a place created to inflict suffering? Chelsea, incarcerated, is a former insurance adjuster with no prior criminal history. She is petitioning the prison parole board for an early release from her 30-year sentence. For among other things, the attempted murder of a federal witness.

  Entering prison, Chelsea is a scared, wide-eyed Bambi, forced to endure the unconscionable. She becomes a fearless heroine who brings down a sex slave conspiracy ring ran by corrupt high-ranking correctional officers.

  Chelsea's love interest Beau is a handsome, smooth-talking electronics store manager hiding a big secret. Beau's best friend, Ian, is a dark, mysterious millionaire who has his way with any woman he so chooses. And he chooses Chelsea. Pregnant, she becomes the victim of a violent mugging. A subsequent miscarriage plunges her into a deep depression. Beau tries everything to help her cope with their loss. In the end, he leads her down a path of lust, betrayal, drug conspiracy, and eventually prison.

  101 ORGASMS

  Sex atop a motorcycle simulator, inside a bank vault, incestuous Asian twins, a film session starring an Incredible Hulk strap-on, double & reverse double penetrations. A friendly basketball shoot-around challenge ends with Lara, the WNBA's #1 draft pick, and her gothic lover Paula being thrust into sexual servitude. The victors... Bachelor-best friends Noah, Marlon, and Tehran. A wealthy philanthropist, a police narcotics detective, and an Iranian-born male exotic dancer-go figure!

  One falls for a beautiful, self-proclaimed gold digger; one has commitment issues, while the other lives in service to Chase-their mannish, femme-butch friend. One friend secretly beds Chase's lover, the majestic Hawaiian Muna: Caught in the act, a long, overdue declaration of love leaves the masculine, iron-willed Chase uncertain about her sexual existence.

  Milf fans fear not! Star Cromwell, the breath-taking, happily married child psychologist, cherishes her ability to bed young stallions. News of her teenage granddaughter bedding a 36-year-old felon forces Star to make the felon and his three well-endowed cousins an offer they cannot refuse. When all else fails, she turns to Noah, Marlon, and Tehran.

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