Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “Where my money at?” Jessica said proudly as she held out her hand.

  Chapter27 IgnoranceIsBlis

  Big Mel stepped out of his raggedy, one bed room apartment and looked down both hallways before locking the door. After being locked in the house for six months, it was time for Big Mel to go out and stretch his legs. Before he stepped off the stoop, Big Mel tossed his hood on top of his head, as he zipped up his jacket and headed for the train station.

  Big Mel placed his back against a wall as he waited patiently on the platform for the number two train to arrive. The whole time, he kept his hand in his jacket pocket, where his finger rested on the trigger of his .45

  Big Mel couldn’t remember the last time he rode the train. But with his situation and all, the train was the safest form of transportation for him. He boarded the train and stood defensively against the door, making sure he was in perfect position to see everything and every one; not taking anything for granted. Big Mel stood up for the entire ride.

  “You like this bracelet?” Knowledge asked as he slowed down for the yellow light. “Yeah that shit is hard,” Shorty said from the passenger seat, admiring the thick diamond filled bracelet. “How much that run you?”

  “Nine stacks,” Knowledge boasted as he saw two thick honeys crossing the street. “Damn ma, do fries come with that shake?” Knowledge yelled as he rolled down his window.

  The two dimes both turned back and smiled, but neither stopped. “Yo, ya’ll need a ride?” Knowledge asked, pulling up to the curb.

  “Nah, we good,” the two said unison.

  “Two beautiful ladies like ya’ll shouldn’t be out here walking at this time of night,” Knowledge said as he and Shorty slid out of the Benz.

  “We’ll be a’ight. The train station is right there,” the lighter one out of the two spoke openly.

  “I know, but I’ll feel better knowing that I gotyou two ladies home safe and sound, smell me?”

  “Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll callyou when I get home,” Light skin said in a sexually charged voice.

  “A’ight cool,” Knowledge licked his lips as he tried to memorize his phone number, which he only used for pleasure.

  Meanwhile, Shorty was leaning against the Benz, storing the dark skin girl’s number in his phone.

  When the train finally reached Big Mel’s stop, he quickly exited and heading up the stairs. Once he reached the top of the steps, Big Mel noticed two guys who seemed to be talking to their girls. He paid them no mind and continued on about his business. As Big Mel made it to the other side of the street, he heard gunshots and shattering glass, as he snatched out his .45 and dove behind a parked car. “What the fuck?” He yelled as the car that he used as a shield, alarm blared in his ear.

  “Don’t take my number if you not going to use it,” Knowledge flirted as he noticed a suspicious big man with a hoody walk past. He paid him no mind and continued to get his mack on. Shorty on the other hand studied the big man closely. He knew he saw the big man before; he just couldn’tput a name to the face. After two minutes of searching his memory, the name popped into his head. “Big Mel,” he whispered to himself. “Ya’ll ladies get up out of here,” Shortyordered as he pulled his revolver from his waistband. The two dimes quickly hurried down the subway steps, each not wanting to get hit with a stray bullet.

  Once Knowledge saw his partner pull his strap, he quickly pulled out his 9mm and asked. “Who?”

  “Big man right there,” Shorty said as he let offtwo shots in the big man’s direction. Big Mel quickly sprung from behind the parked car and threw four reckless shots over his shoulder as he ran down the block.

  Once Knowledge saw the big man running freely down the street, he stood wide legged in the middle of the street, aimed his 9mm, and took his best shot. Bak, Bak, Bak, Bak!!!

  When the smoke cleared, Knowledge saw the big man bend the corner.

  “Damn, how the fuck did you miss him?” Shorty asked with a confused look on his face.

  “I had to hit him at least twice. That’s a big nigga! He ain’t gon just fall down from two shots,” Knowledge said, trying to sound convincing.

  “Whatever,” Shorty said, waving him off. “Whenever I shoot a nigga, they always fall.”

  “Don’t disrespect my aim,” Knowledge said calmly as he and Shorty tossed their guns down the sewer drain, slid back in the Benz, and pulled off.

  Big Mel turned the corner and found himself on a lit up street. He touched his arm and felt warm blood. One of Knowledge’s bullets seemed to graze his arm. “Fuck!” Big Mel growled as he hog spit on the ground. Going outside didn’t seem like such a good idea after all. Big Mel walked down the block until he came across a strip club. Other than a few sleezy prostitutes, Big Mel couldn’t remember the last time he saw a good quality woman. Thinking with his little head instead of the big one, he entered the strip club.

  “Can I see some I.D?” The bouncer asked, lookingBig Mel up and down suspiciously. The bouncer studied the I.D. closely before handing it back to the big man. OnceBig Mel was inside the club, the bouncer pulled out his cell phone and dialed up a familiar number.

  “So how are you and the captain getting along?” Detective Bradley asked, running through a red light.

  “Is that a joke?” Detective Nelson chuckled. “Hewants G-money in a jail cell upstate somewhere.”

  “So what’s your plan?”

  “We going to have to take it back to old times and get grimey with these street thug motherfuckers,” Detective Nelson said with a lot of emotion. “Just like we took Ali off the streets, we have to do his partner the same way. Only problem is, now that the F.E.D.S. are on G-money’s back, it’s going to be a little tougher to really play ball with this prick.”

  “When we do shit, we just have to make sure we cover our asses and we’ll be fine,” Detective Bradley said, glaring over at his partner.

  “Hold on,” Detective Nelson said, sitting up straight. “Isn’t that Knowledge’s Benz right there?”

  “I’m not sure,” Detective Bradley retorted, squinting his eyes to get a better look.

  “Run his plates,” Detective Nelson ordered as he checked the rounds in his .357. “If it’s registered to a woman named Deseray Tommis, then that’s our man.”

  Less than four minutes later, Detective Bradley had the results. “Yup Deseray Tommis,” he said with a smirkas he threw on the bright red light, signaling for the Benz topull over.

  “Awww shit,” Knowledge huffed as he saw the flashing lights in his rear view mirror. “The boys behind us. Don’t look,” he said in a paranoid tone. “You clean?”

  “Yeah all I got is this 50 sack of piff (haze) on me,” Shorty said as he opened up the small plastic bag,and tossed the pretty looking buds in his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

  “You a nasty motherfucker,” Knowledge said seriously as he pulled over.

  “You think they pulling us over for the shooting?”

  “Not sure, but we clean anyway. By the way, who was that nigga we was shooting at?” Knowledge asked, never taking his eyes off the rear view mirror.

  “That was the big nigga who snitched on Ali. When I was a look out, I remember Ali coming through the hood with that clown.” Shorty said, reflecting back to when he was a look out.

  Before Knowledge could respond, Detective Bradley was already tapping on his window with his flashlight.

  “Roll the goddamn window down asshole!” Detective Bradley rumbled.

  “What seems to be the problem officer?” Knowledge asked with a grin.

  “Step out of the vehicle please,” Detective Bradley spoke in an even tone. “Slowly,” he barked, placing his hand on his weapon.

  Knowledge and Shorty slowly exited the vehicle.

  “What’s a midget like you doing working for G-money?” Detective Nelson said with a smirk as he roughly patted the shorter man down.

  “Ya moms said my size is just right,” Shorty shot back.

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bsp; “Oh yeah?” Detective Nelson smiled. “I know a lot of guys in the pin going to think you the perfect size too,” he said as he slapped the cuffs on Shorty and made him sitdown on the curb, next to Knowledge.

  “What the fuck? We ain’t even do shit! This is harassment!” Knowledge yelled from the curb.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Detective Bradley barked. “We know you two shit heads had something to do with a shooting that went on a few blocks back.

  Shorty sucked his teeth. “We don’t know shit about no shooting.”

  “You don’t?” Detective Nelson cut in. “I bet ya’ll know something about a boxer and his bodyguard getting assaulted in a night club last week.”

  “Nope!” Knowledge said blandly. “Don’t know nothing about that either.”

  “You want to know a little secret?” Detective Nelson leaned in closer to Knowledge’s ear and whispered. “The bodyguard ya’ll assaulted wants to press charges.”

  Knowledge was about to protest, but decided against it. “Again, right?” He said mockingly.

  “Ya’ll son of a bitches swear ya’ll so tough,” Detective Bradley huffed as he cracked Knowledge and Shorty both in the head with his flashlight.

  Detective Nelson was about to join in on the beating, until he heard his cell phone ringing. “Yeah,” he answered in an aggravated tone.

  “I got the info on that cat who shoved a pipe up your ass,” the caller said in a light chuckle.

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “You got the bread?” The caller asked.

  “Yeah I got the bread,” Detective Nelson answered quickly.

  “A’ight, cool. Meet me in front of the Foxy Lady Gentlemen’s Club,” the caller said, ending the conversation.

  “Why the fuck do your friends call you Knowledge?” Detective Bradley asked. “Because you the dumbest motherfucker I’ve ever met.”

  “Radio in for another squad car to pick these two assholes up,” Detective Nelson said, pulling Detective Bradley to the side. “I just got a call. Somebody know the where abouts of that scum bag Big Mel.”

  “Let’s go send that worthless nigger to hell,” Detective Bradley said as he noticed the squad car pull up to the scene.

  “I’m going to need you to take these scum bags down to the station for me,” Detective Nelson said, flashing his badge to the uniform cops. “Just put them in a holding celluntil I get there. Me and my partner have to go take care of something.”

  “No problem detective,” the uniform cop said, talking to Detective Nelson’s departing back.

  “Where we going?” Detective Bradley asked once he was behind the wheel.

  “Four blocks over,” Detective Nelson said with ice in his tone. “That gentlemen’s club called The Foxy Lady.”

  Five minutes later, Detective Bradley pulled upacross the street from the gentlemen’s club.

  “Wait right here,” Detective Nelson said as he slid out the vehicle and jogged across the street towards the entrance of the club. The big bouncer saw the red faced, white man jogging towards the entrance and figured that had to be his man. “Detective Nelson?” He asked curiously.

  “Yeah,” Detective Nelson flashed his badge. “You the guy who called?”

  “Yeah, the man you looking for is inside. Now when do I get paid?” The bouncer asked greedily.

  “Give me your phone number and I’ll have that delivered to you later on tonight. By the way, how did you get my number?”

  “Rell gave it to me a while back, when he was up in here,” the bouncer replied as he gave the Detective his phone number.

  “Good work,” Detective Nelson yelled over his shoulder as he headed back to his awaited vehicle.

  Big Mel took a wet paper towel and wiped the little specks of blood off his arm. “Fuck!” He growled, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Not only was his arm hurting, but he also didn’t have a clue who the two thugs who shotat him were. Before Big Mel left the bathroom, he removed the clip from his .45 and shoved in a fresh full clip. He popped one in the chamber and placed the .45 back in his pocket as he smoothly exited the restroom.

  Big Mel sat off in a private corner in the backof the club, making sure he could see everything and everyone.

  “So how you want to handle this?” Detective Bradley asked, plucking the ashes from his cigarette out the window.

  “We wait!” Detective Nelson whispered as he helda tight grip on his .44 magnum, and never took his eyes off the entrance of the club.

  Forty-five minutes later, Detective Nelson saw Big Mel cautiously stroll out of the club. Looking over both shoulders before he walked, Big Mel headed back towards the train station, moving at a quick pace.

  “Pull up on this cocksucker from behind, nice and slow,” Detective Nelson said with a murderous look in his eyes.

  “You got it,” Detective Bradley replied as he shifted the car in gear.

  A smile appeared on Big Mel’s face when the train station lights came into his sight. Big Mel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only; and that was getting to the train station and making it home safe. Within a second, Big Mel’s worst fear became a reality. A thunderous sound sent chills up his spine. His brain was telling him to turn aroundand bust back, but his body just wouldn’t comply. Two shots to Big Mel’s back sent him violently crashing down to the concrete. The cold cement told Big Mel that he wasn’t dreaming.

  “Well, well, well, looks like this hide and seekgame has finally come to an end.”

  Instantly, Big Mel recognized the voice. “It’s about time,” he chuckled, before spitting out blood. “I thoughtyou stopped looking for a second.” Shattering glass seemed to wipe the smile off his face. “What the fuck you doing?” Big Mel whispered as he struggled to turn his neck, only to find DetectiveNelson standing over him with the end of a broken ridget beer bottle in his hand.

  “Oh hell naw,” Big Mel screamed out in fear. “Just kill me muthafucka!”

  “I am,” Detective Nelson countered as he roughly pulled down Big Mel’s pants. As if on cue, Detective Nelson forcefully jammed the ridget beer bottle up Big Mel’s ass.

  “Ahwwww,” Big Mel howled in pain.

  “In the Bible, it says what goes around comes around,” Detective Nelson whispered as he aimed his .44 magnum at Big Mel’s head and pulled the trigger twice.

  Chapter28 It’s On

  Knock, Knock, Knock. Debo waited patiently on the other side of the door for an answer.

  No answer came back.

  Debo quickly pulled out his Desert Eagle. “You alright in there?” He yelled as he knocked on the door again.

  “Come in,” a voice from behind the door called.

  Debo entered Rell’s office and found him sitting behind his desk, talking on the phone.

  “What can I do for you?” Rell asked as he hung up the phone and turned to face his best friend, slash bodyguard.

  “I got some bad news,” Debo said, taking his eyes off Rell and looking down at the floor.

  “I’m listening,” Rell said. His eyebrows rose slightly.

  “It’s Heather,” Debo began quietly. “They found her dead in her house.”

  A small grin appeared across Rell’s face. “Nah impossible, I just spoke to her last night,” he said in disbelief. Debo didn’t reply. He just slid the daily newspaper from his back pocket and tossed it on Rell’s desk. On the front page, was a nice looking picture of Heather with the words: “Innocent woman robbed and murdered,” in bold letters.

  Rell quickly shoved the newspaper off his desk and onto the floor out of frustration. “Find out who did this,” he demanded as he banged his fist on top of his desk.

  “G-money and his peoples,” Debo answered. “I already passed the word on to all the soldiers to tool up.”

  “Nah,” Rell said shaking his head. “This muthafucka has gone too far. I gotta handle this myself,” he said as he pulled his p89 from out of the top drawer. “Fuck sending the goons after G-money, I’m going to kill him mys
elf. This ain’t business no more, it’s personal!”

  “I can’t let you take on G-money and his crew alone,” Debo protested.

  “I must do this alone,” Rell said louder than he had to, as he got up and fetched his Teflon vest. “I’m fromthe old school,” he said as he strapped on the bulletproof vest.

  “I’m not just going to sit around and watched you take on a army by yourself,” Debo said, not taking no for an answer.

  “You know what?” Rell asked, staring at Debo. “I could use a driver.”

  “I got you covered,” Debo said with a smile on his face.

  “Make sure you call Maurice and let him know he’s the man until this shit blows over.”

  “I got you,” Debo said as he quickly pulled outhis cell phone, doing what he was told.

  Rell threw a hooded sweatshirt over his vest, followed by an all black army jacket. “Make sure you let Maurice know if he needs some muscle, to call up those wild ass yardies,” Rell said as he shoved six extra clips into his pocket.

  “I got you covered boss.”

  * * * *

  “Pull over right there on the corner,” Knowledge said, pointing to three thugs, standing on the corner.

  Without thinking twice, Shorty did as he was told.

  “What’s good my niggaz? How it’s looking out here?” Knowledge asked as he smoothly slid out of the Lexus rubbing his hands together.

  “It’s looking marvelous,” a deep voice man answered as he gave Knowledge a pound.

  “You got that for me?” Knowledge asked as he coolly glanced at his watch.

  “Yeah of course,” the deep voice man answered as him and Knowledge headed inside the building they stood in front of. Once inside the building, Deep voice pulled out a key and headed for the mailboxes. He stuck his key in the lock and pulled out a big wad of cash that had a money clip around it, and handed it to Knowledge.

  “This $4,700?” Knowledge asked with a raised brow. “I don’t have to count it do I?”

  “Don’t even come at me like that,” Deep voice said as he nudged Knowledge. “I’ll have the other half for you tomorrow.”