Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “A’ight, cool. You be safe out here,” Knowledgesaid as he gave Deep voice a pound, and slid back in the Lexus and peeled off into the night.

  * * * *

  “That bitch G-money has to fall!” Rell said as he stared blankly out the passenger window.

  “Don’t worry. We gon drop all them fools one by one,” Debo said as he stopped for the red light.

  “In about two more blocks, we should be approaching one of G-money’s corners,” Rell said calmly as he cocked back his p89.

  * * * *

  “Nah I can’t do nothing with 17,” Deep voice huffed, not even looking at the fiend who stood in front of him.

  “Come on I been copping from ya’ll niggaz since forever,” the fiend protested. “Hook a brother up.”

  “Hook you up?” Deep voice echoed, getting frustrated. “You got 10 seconds to get up out my face… eight, nine,” he started to count as he watched the fiend walk off mumbling something under his breath. “Don’t come back until ya paper grow a few inches,” he yelled out as he hog spit onthe ground. “It’s too fucking cold out here to be playing games,” he said to no one in particular. Deep voice pulled out his cell phone and was about to call his shorty until he saw a heavily tinted whip cruising down the block at a slow speed. “Yo hold that down I think that’s five-o,” he yelled out to his two partners. * * * *

  “That’s them right there?” Debo asked with fire dancing in his eyes.

  “Yeah, that’s them. Slow this motherfucker down,” Rell ordered as he rolled down his window, and stuck his p89 out and let it bark.

  Ten gun shots later, Debo gunned the engine, fleeing the scene. On the corner, the three workers laid lifeless in front of the building they worked out of.

  Chapter29 SexintheAir

  Ali laid on his bunk, reading a article in the new Don Diva magazine until he heard a loud commotion coming from outside his cell. “What the fuck?” He said out loud as he slid off his bunk, and headed out his cell to see what all the fuss was about.

  Outside the cell, Skip had some white kid hemmed up, fishing through his pockets. “Where my money at?” Skip asked with a sharp edge in his voice.

  “I don’t have it,” the white dope fiend slurred. “Yo what’s the problem?” Ali asked, approachingthe two men.

  “This bitch owe us two hundred dollars and he don’t wanna pay.”

  “Because I don’t have the money,” the white boy pleaded.

  “You had the money. But instead of paying what you owe, you went and copped some shit from Rose,” Skip said, blowing up the spot.

  “Let him go,” Ali said in an even tone.

  “What?” Skip asked, giving Ali a strange look.

  “I said let him go,” Ali repeated himself.

  “What the fuck was that about?” Skip asked oncethe white boy was out of earshot. “That’s like the seventh fiend we lost this week.”

  “Better product always wins,” Ali said, looking over at Rose and the Aryan Nation family playing cards. “And right now, Rose has the better product.”

  “Well we need to tell Loco to get some better shit,” Skip suggested.

  “Fuck Loco. He don’t know shit about good quality dope. He just tryna make a couple dollars,” Ali said as he headed in his cell and reached in his pillowcase to pull out the Nextel that Nancy brought him a few weeks ago. Ali dialed a number and sat on his bunk waiting for the person on the other end to answer.

  “Hello,” Nancy answered in a happy tone.

  “Hey bae, what’s up?”

  “Nothing, I’m just laying on the couch watchingT.V., I was just thinking about you,” she said, switching her position on the couch.

  “I was thinking about you too. But check it out,I need a favor.”

  “Whatever you need, you know I got you,” Nancy replied.

  “I need you to tell G-money that I need some dogfood (dope).”

  “Dog food?” Nancy echoed. “What’s that?”

  “He’ll know what it is when you tell him,” Ali said quickly.

  “Okay I got you boo.”

  “So what you got on right now bae?” Ali asked in aseductive tone.

  “I’m just laying here wearing your favorite; a red thong and matching bra.”

  “Mmmmm…Damn bae, you got your man dick harder than learning how to play the piano,” Ali flirted.

  “I wish you were here right now so I could suckand fuck the shit out of your dick,” Nancy said in her sexiest voice.

  “Nah, don’t even worry about that. I worked something out with one of the C.O.’s up here. Next time you come up here, make sure you bring four hundred dollars, and the C.O. gonna let us slide off in one those trailers that they got for the married people.”

  A broad smile appeared across Nancy’s face. “Forreal?”

  “True story, and make sure you wear those red pumps I like,”

  “I got you daddy,” Nancy sang like a little schoolgirl.

  “But I gotta get ready to go to work baby. I’m going to call you as soon as I get off.”

  “Oh yeah…I forgot they got you working in the kitchen,” Nancy said, suddenly remembering.

  “Yeah you know how these crackers play. But let me go, I’mma scream at you later. Love you.”

  “I love you too baby,” Nancy said, blowing him a kiss through the phone.

  “A’ight one,” Ali said, ending the conversation.

  “So what’s up?” Skip asked with a puzzled look on his face.

  “We wait,” Ali said plainly. “I just put in the order. Give it a week and we’ll have a new supply. But for now, we keep pumping the shit we got until the new package arrives.”

  “A’ight cool,” Skip said. The two men quickly turned around when they heard a C.O. banging on the cell door with their night stick.

  “What’s up Ali?” Crystal sang in a seductive tone.

  “Ain’t nothing Ms. Ruby. I’m just chilling. How you feeling?” Ali said, returning her stare.

  “I been good; just a little tired,” she said, playfully stretching her arms.

  “Yo I’mma head back to my cell. I’ll holla at you later,” Skip said as he exited the cell. Before he left, he made sure he turned and took a peek at Crystal’s healthy ass. “Damn,” he said under his breath as he visualized the two of them having wild sex in his mind.

  “So what’s going on Ms. Ruby, how can I help you?” Ali asked.

  Crystal placed her hands on her hips. “I thoughtI told you to call me Crystal?”

  “Oh yeah my bad,” Ali apologized with a warm smile.

  “Anyway the warden wants to see you, so he sent me to come get you.”

  “Fuck the warden wanna see me for?”

  “I have no idea,” Crystal replied with a puzzled look on her face.

  “A’ight, come on. Let’s be out,” Ali said as he grabbed his green button up shirt, threw it on, and followed Crystal as she led the way.

  Meanwhile, Rose sat over in the day room playingcards, watching Ali’s every move. Once the C.O. escorted Ali out of the housing unit, Rose made his move. He looked over atIce Pick and gave him the go ahead nod.

  “I got you,” Ice pick said with a nod of understanding, as he stood up from the table and headed over to whereLil Bit stood with his back turned, talking to a customer. As Ice pick got closer to the midget, he slid an ice pick with tape wrapped around the handle from his back pocket. In a smooth motion, Ice pick jabbed the ice pick in Lil Bit’s back twice as he continued to walk by like nothing never even happened. Instantly, Lil Bit’s eyes lit up as he felt the sharp object pierce through his back. He immediately droppedto his knees, clawing at his back. “So have you read any new books lately?” Crystal asked, making small talk as she and Ali strolled down the empty hallway.

  “Nah, not lately. I got a few new joints, but I haven’t read them yet,” Ali replied as Crystal led him through the empty kitchen, and into a small storage closet.

  “What the fuck….” Before Ali could get th
e words out, Crystal had planted his back against the wall and began slobbing him down, as she massaged his dick through his green Dickie pants with her free hand.

  Ali was about stop her, but decided to just go with the flow. Having a lady C.O. on his team comes with plenty of benefits.

  Crystal slowly eased her way from Ali’s lips, down to his nice sized dick. “Damn you backed up I see,” she said as she held his balls in her hand and slowly began to lick them in a circular motion. When she finally made it to his dick, she slowly put the head in her mouth and began licking aroundthe rim of his dick with the tip of her tongue. Ali threw his head back as he stroked the back of Crystal’s neck while she handled her business. After about six minutes of sucking, Crystal rose to her feet. “Fuck me Ali. We don’t have that much time,” she said as she handed him a condom.

  Ali quickly rolled on the condom, pulled Crystal’s uniform pants and thong down to her ankles, and began fucking the shit out of her.

  Crystal bit her bottom lip with her hands wrapped around her ankles as Ali slid in and out of her at a steady pace. Ali stood with the screw face as he watched his dick disapear in and out of the correctional officer’s wet, juicy pussy.

  When Ali felt himself getting ready to cum, he instantly gripped her small waist and began to hammer into her harder until he filled his condom with his fluids.

  “Damn, I ain’t know it was like that,” Crystal said as she slid her thong back up in the crack of her ass.

  “Yo you wilding. If we get caught, you gon loseyour job and I’m gonna get my ass whipped,” Ali said, knowing how them crackers upstate got down.

  “Be easy,” Crystal said in a relaxed tone. “No one will ask us no questions when they see you with me,” she said, motioning towards the sheild right above her left breast.

  Ali shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it; I ain’t stressing it if you ain’t.”

  “I ain’t stressing shit. I know you just betterkeep your mouth shut,” Crystal warned, giving Ali a look that could kill.

  “That’s the last thing you gotta worry about,” Ali assured her as the two headed back down the empty hallway. When the two returned back to the housing unit, Crystal noticed that the place was on lock down. “What the fuck done happened now?” She thought out loud as one of her co-worker buzzed her and Ali in through the metal door.

  “What happened?” Crystal asked curiously.

  “An inmate got stabbed in his back…again,” the white officer said sarcastically with a smirk on his face. “Who are you and what’s your name?” The officer asked in a bored tone as he turned and faced Ali.

  “Ali, I’m up in cell 38,” he told the officer.

  “Cell 38 huh?” The officer said, trying to find Ali’s name on the clipboard he held. “Looks like your Bunkie is the inmate that got stabbed,” the officer said as a smirk danced across his lips.

  “You got 20 seconds to get to your cell,” the officer said as he pressed a button behind his desk that opened up Ali’s cell. Ali didn’t respond to the ignorant officer. Instead, he just headed straight to his cell. As he headed up the corridor,he gave Crystal a private glance. She returned his glance and gave him a short head nod in return before she was taken out of her zone by the other officer’s gruff voice.

  “Fucking animals,” he said in a disgusted tone.

  “Motherfuckers can’t go a day without killing one another.”

  “I know what you mean,” Crystal said over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. She couldn’t stand how most of the staff working at the facility treated the inmates. Just because the men were incarcerated, doesn’t mean they should get treated and talked to like animals.

  “You have a good night Ms. Ruby,” the white officer said as he closely watched the nice shaped woman’s ass cheeks bounce up and down with each step she took.

  “Good night,” Crystal replied as she stepped onthe other side of the metal door.

  Ali reached his cell and noticed all of Lil bit’s belongings were gone. “Fuck!” He yelled out loud. Ali didn’t know what went down, but he knew he would soon find out, and someone was gonna have hell to pay.

  Chapter30 Don’t Play with Me

  Carl stepped out of the cab with his eight year old son, fast on his heels.

  “I can’t wait to get upstairs so I can play this new Madden,” Little Bobby sang happily.

  “You better get all the practice you can get, because once I get a hold of the controller, you know you going down,” Carl chuckled as he nudged Little Bobby.

  “You can’t beat me no more daddy.”

  “We’ll see,” Carl said with a broad smile on his face. As the two made it closer to the building, Carl’s smile quickly faded into an ugly frown.

  “Daddy why are those men always standing in the lobby of our building every night?” Little Bobby asked innocently.

  “I wish I knew,” Carl said, trying to hide the anger in his tone.

  “Yo pass that shit nigga!” Knowledge hissed as he snatched the blunt from a nondescript, who stood in the lobby. “Big lip muthafucka,” he said as everybody in the lobby busted out laughing.

  “Yo where that Henny at?” Shorty asked louder than he had to.

  “Ain’t no more,” a soldier wearing a du-rag replied.

  “It’s 20 muthafuckas in this lobby. Somebody about to run to the liquor store,” Shorty said, looking around for a victim. Over in the corner, he saw a scrawny kid leaning against the wall trying to look cool.

  “Yo fam,” he called out. “It’s time for you to make that liquor run,” Shorty said, pulling out a thick stack of money. “Bring me what you can with this,” Shorty said as he handed the kid two hundred dollar bills. “And don’t be all day either,” he said, showing off for the 10 chicks who stood in the lobby with the rest off the hoodlums.

  As the scrawny kid made his exit, Carl and Little Bobby was stepping through the entrance.

  “Carl what’s good my dude?” Knowledge said, extending his hand to give Carl a pound.

  Carl looked at Knowledge’s hand like it had some kind of virus on it. “Ain’t nothing good,” he said like he was about to bring it to Knowledge.

  “Daddy, can we go up stairs now?” Little Bobby asked, as he broke down into a coughing fit from the cloud of weed smoke that hung in the air.

  “Come on,” Carl growled as he grabbed Little Bobby’s hand and led him towards the elevator.

  “What’s his problem?” Shorty asked openly.

  “I don’t know, but he bout to get his ass whipped in a minute,” Knowledge said loud enough so Carl could hear him.

  Seconds later, a well known fiend came storming in the building talking like he was in a loud club. “Let ya boy get five of them thangs. And don’t try to give me no shake likeyou niggaz did last time,” O-dog said, putting on a scene like usual. Immediately, a young runner served the fiend right there in the lobby in front of everybody.

  “Come on son lets take the stairs,” Carl said with a cold edge in his voice as him and Little Bobby disappeared in the staircase.

  “Come on man,” O-dog complained. “You ain’t got nothing bigger than this? Bad enough I ain’t get six for 50,” he grumbled, looking at the small bags like they had adisease on them.

  “Throw that nigga an extra one so he can get the fuck up outta here,” Knowledge said as he made his way over to where the fine ladies where standing.

  “Damn I’m lucky I’m not a one woman man,” Knowledge said, rubbing his hands together as he circled the women looking at each one from head to toe.

  “What’s that suppose to mean?” A light skin girl with a healthy ponytail asked, batting her eyes. Before Knowledge could reply with a slick come back line, he heard the girls scream, then a loud gunshot go off. Knowledge quickly spun around with the quickness of a cat with his hammeralready drawn.

  Carl came busting out of the staircase door wearing a hoody and a .357 in his hand. A young lady screaming grabbedShorty’s attention, causing him to reach for his waist.r />
  Carl quickly sent a shot to the ceiling, freezing the young man in place. Not wanting to get hit with a .357 bullet, Shorty quickly threw his hands up in surrender as Carl slid behind him, and pressed the barrel of the tray-pound to the back of his head.

  “What the fuck you doing?” Knowledge yelled as he inched forward with two hands on his 9mm that was aimed at Carl’s head.

  “Take another step and you gonna have to mop this chump up off the floor,” Carl threatened with ice in his voice as he watched the chicks, and bitch ass niggaz almost kill themselves breaking for the exit. By now, every soldier in the lobby had their guns trained on the once cool cat named Carl.

  “What the fuck is this shit about?” Knowledge asked, pondering on taking the headshot.

  “I asked you ignorant fools nicely to stop slanging in front of this building,” Carl snarled. “People’s kids, mothers, grandmothers, even baby mother’s walk in and out of this building everyday. Why should they have to see ya’ll smoking, drinking, and standing around with ya’ll pants hanging off ya’ll asses all day?”

  “Nigga fuck all that. What do you want?” Knowledge asked as if Carl was becoming an annoyance.

  “Talking to you fools is useless. Now I want totalk to the man,” Carl said with authority.

  “Nah, now you wilding,” Knowledge hissed. “Put that fucking gun down before I pop ya head off!” He growled as he took another step closer.

  “Pop this nigga already. What you waiting for?” Shorty yelled from the chokehold.

  Knowledge sighed loudly. “Yo let me use you phone,” he said to one of the goons.

  “Why? Let’s just kill this chump,” the goon shot back.

  “I can’t just kill him. I’ve known this mazurka since I was a lil shorty,” Knowledge huffed as he snatched thecell phone from the goon’s hand. Knowledge punched in some numbers on the phone and handed it back to the soldier. “A’ight, I just paged him. Now we just gotta wait for him to show up.”

  “I missed you so much,” Coco sang like alittle schoolgirl as she and G-money sat in the jucuzzi together, getting their relax on.