Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “We’ll be a’ight. Plus, she’ll just be happy that a nigga is home…feel me?” Loco said in a light chuckle.

  “Write down your address and I’ll have my man G-money come pick you up from your crib the first day you get home, so he can straighten you out,” Ali said as he slid Loco a blank sheet of paper.

  Ashley laid on the bed with her face burried in a pillow and her ass poked up in the air. “Oh daddy, tear this shit up!” She begged as she bit down on her bottom lip and hissed as Gmoney’s dick slid in and out of her wet pussy.

  G-money started off with medium speed strokes ashe listened to Ashley moan, and watched her fat ass jiggle and bounce back and forth with each stroke.

  “Throw that shit back!” G-money demanded as his strokes started to speed up. Like a good little girl, Ashley did as she was told and threw that ass back, enjoying every stroke.

  G-money spread both of Ashley’s ass cheeks apartas he continued to thrust his dick into her hot, sopping wet pussy until his condom was filled with his babies.

  G-money laid on the bed butt naked with his hands behind his head think about the good pussy he justreceived, when he heard the phone in the hotel ring. Only Pauleena had the number, so G-money already knew who it was.

  “Yeah, what’s up? He answered.

  “Get dressed. I’ll be over to pick you up in 45 minutes.” “Where we going?” G-money asked.

  “I just called Romelo and he invited us to a party at his house tonight,” Pauleena answered.

  “In Syracuse?”

  “Nah, he got a crib out in Dade County. Enough with the questions, I’ll be there in 45 minutes,” Pauleena said, ending the conversation.

  Rell pulled up in front of the bodega, where about 10 to 12 hoodlums stood.

  “Oh shit! I was about to bust ya fucking head,” a big man wearing a hoody growled as he gave Rell a pound.

  “I bet you wish it was that easy,” Rell chuckled as he flashed the butt of his p89.

  “What you think, you the only one out here packing?” the big man asked.

  “The difference is, when they see me, they know I’m gonna bust my shit; while the rest of ya’ll niggazis out here playing show and tell.”

  “Show and tell my ass,” Big man shot back as he lifted the Jesus piece off Rell’s chest. “I see you stillout here eating good,” he motioned towards the expensive chain that hung around Rell’s neck.

  “Oh this…I got this from one of G-money’s boys,”Rell boasted.

  “You and G-money still out here going at it?” Big man asked.

  “This ain’t gon stop until one of us is dead!” Rell said, looking over his shoulder. “Some beefs are just everlasting, you know what I mean?”

  “Yeah, I hear you,” Big man said, shaking hishead. “Ya’ll need to dead that shit. Cause you know I’m cool with both of ya’ll, and I don’t want to see either one of ya’llget hurt.”

  “This shit ain’t gon never be dead until one of us is dead,” Rell said as he slid a Newport between his lips. “Do me a favor…spread the word that I’m out here looking for G-money. No goons, no soldiers, just me out here by myself.”

  “I got you, and I’m going to be praying for theboth of ya’ll,” Big man said as he gave Rell a pound followed by a hug. Pauleena and Malcolm slid out the limo, followed by Gmoney and Eraser Head. “This some a’ight shit right here,” Eraser Head said, looking at the mansion.

  “Old nigga getting that cake,” G-money added as the four made their way to the entrance, where a bodyguard scanned each of them down with a hand held metal detector.

  Once inside the mansion, Pauleena noticed that Romelo had a club area in his house. She also noticed that the dance floor was packed. Marvin Gaye’s “I Heard it Through the Grapevine” was blasting through the speakers, while Romelo stood in the middle of the dance floor dancing with two chicks.

  G-money expected to see an older crowd, but was shocked when he saw that the people who attended the party was his age and younger.

  “I’m going to have a word with this nigga. You two try to find something to do,” Pauleena said as she headed over to the middle of the dance floor.

  “Yeah, I’mma find something to do alright,” G-money mumbled as his eyes followed the ass on a stripper looking chick. “Yo I’m about to get up in shorty ear like some head phones. I’ll be right back,” G-money told Eraser Head as he excused himself.

  “No doubt,” Eraser Head replied as he watched Gmoney’s every move closely.

  “One more dance please?” A young woman begged.

  “Okay baby, let me take a rest first. You know I’m an old man,” Romelo winked at the young lady, as he and Tango stepped off and took a seat on a near by couch.

  “Its some fine ass bitches up in here,” Tangosaid, licking his lips.

  “I know. Like this lil nice fine thing coming our way now,” Romelo commented.

  “Big man, what’s going on?” Pauleena asked as she walked up on the two men.

  “You tell me, good looking.”

  Pauleena was about to reply until Romelo cut her off. “No disrespect, but you fine as wine in the summer time,” he said, using one of his old school, mac daddy lines.

  “Thanks…I guess,” Pauleena said with a smile. “Since I’m so fine, I hope you give me a good price on this dope.”

  “Have a seat,” Romelo said, patting the seat cushion next to him. Once Pauleena sat down, he continued. “If you want me to give you a low price, you gon have to dosomething for me.”

  “And what’s that?” Pauleena asked, rolling her eyes and snaking her neck.

  Romelo laughed out loud. “Nah, I’m not talking about that,” he laughed some more. “What I meant was, I’ll give you a good price on the dope and you give me a good price on the coke,” he said, signaling for one of his waitressesto bring him a drink.

  “I don’t think that would be a problem,” Pauleena replied, shaking her head yes.

  “But of course, you know it’s a catch right?” Romelo smiled.

  “I’m listening,” Pauleena said in an even tone,as she grabbed a drink from the passing waitresses’ tray.

  “You see the thing is this…I only wholesale,” he paused to take a sip from his glass. “But my son, he breaks it down and distributes and supplies the streets. So if I give you a good deal on some dope, I would have to speak to my son and he’ll let me know what area you can sell your dope at. But in return, you gonna have to give him an area where he can move the coke. One hand washes the other.”

  “Who’s your son?” Pauleena asked curiously.

  “Marvin,” Romelo answered.

  “Doesn’t ring a bell,” Pauleena said flatly.

  “Well my son just walked in. I can introduce you two right now,” Romelo said as he stood and waved his son over.

  Marvin walked over with Smitty close on his heels, and a hood rat looking chick bringing up the rear.

  “Pop’s, what’s good?” Marvin said as he gave Romelo a pound followed by a hug.

  “Have a seat. I got somebody I want you to meet. This here is Pauleena, Pauleena this is my son Marvin,” he introduced the two.

  “What’s up?” Marvin said with a nod of acknowledgement, and Pauleena did the same.

  “I was just telling Pauleena here that I don’t usually sell weight to hustlers from New York, because I know that’s your playground, but she has something to bring to the table,” Romelo said.

  “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” Marvin asked in a laid back tone.

  “In return, she gonna give us a good price on some coke, and give us a nice area where we can pump that.”

  “And what we giving in return?” Marvin asked.

  “An area for her and her peeps to move the dope,that way nobody steps on anybody elses toes,” Romelo explained.

  “Nah, that’s not gonna work,” Marvin stated plainly. “She need us, we don’t need her. Nothing personal, but business is business,” he said as he stood to his feet.

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�Its all good,” Pauleena stood to her feet. “You right business is business.”

  “I’m sorry about this sweetheart. I wish things could of worked out,” Romelo reached into his jacket. His revolver in its shoulder holster was revealed, but Romelo was going for his handkerchief.

  “It’s nothing,” Pauleena replied as she turned her flute up, finishing the last of her drink. When she sat her glass down, she noticed the hood rat chick ice grilling her. “You a’ight?” she checked the hood chick.

  “Is you a’ight?” The hood chick shot back taking a step forward.

  “What!?” Pauleena barked as she slipped out of her heels. Malcolm quickly jumped in front of Pauleena before she got a chance to get a swing off.

  “Come on bitch!” The hood chick said in a defensive stance. “I can’t stand you bubble gum ass bitches.”

  “Yo, Moonie chill,” Marvin quickly hushed her.

  Seconds later, G-money and Eraser Head walked up. “What’s poppin? Everything good over here?” G-money asked Pauleena, but he had his eyes on Romelo.

  “Yeah everything good. Let’s be out before I bust that lil girl’s head up in here,” Pauleena fumed.

  “Bitch think she all that,” Moonie raved. “I don’t know why we just don’t pop that bitch and take over her whole shit. Fuck is we being all nice and friendly and shit?”

  “She’s not the problem,” Marvin told her. “She got Gmoney backing her up, and that nigga team is a little too strong right now,” Marvin said honestly. “But don’t worry. She’s not going to last long. Chicks like her never do.”

  As Pauleena, Malcolm, Eraser Head, and G-money piled in the limo, G-money saw a familiar face heading towards the mansion’s entrance.

  The Terminator and Big Rodney entered the mansion and was spotted immediately by Tango. The big man threw his huge arm in the air and waved the champ and his bodyguard over.

  “The champ is here!” Romelo yelled out as he gave The Terminator a pound, followed by a hug. “Come have adrink with me,” he said as he handed The Terminator a glass of champagne.

  “You know I ain’t supposed to be drinking,” The Terminator said, holding up both palms.

  “Oh shit! I forgot you got this big fight in two weeks,” Romelo suddenly remembered. “Should I bet on you?” He asked, trying to feel the champ out.

  “Only if you wanna win some money,” The Terminator replied with a confident smile.

  “The Bully ain’t no chump though,” Tango added.“His last 10 fights, he won by knockout.”

  “That’s because he wasn’t fighting me,” The Terminator retorted. “I also won my last six fights by knockout.”

  “I hope you not sleeping on this guy. Because the last real opponent you fought was that kid Spanky a couple of years ago,” Romelo reminded him. “This guy ain’t gon be no walk in the park.”

  “Man, the fight ain’t going past six rounds,” The Terminator said confidently. “Skills pay the bills around here. That big diesil motherfucker ain’t got no head movement, his foot work is trash. Trust me; I might not even break a sweat.”

  “Well just be careful, because The Bully hits hard as a fucking truck!” Romelo said, helping himself to another drink. “What you doing out in Miami any way?”

  “I had a photo shoot to go to out here. I heardyou was having a party, so I said let me swing by real quick.” “Well it’s always great to have you,” Romelo said as he noticed Marvin waving him over. “Excuse me for a second.”

  “Nah, I’mma get up with you later. I gotta be out,” The Terminator said as he gave Romelo and Tango a pound.

  “A’ight I’ll catch you at The Garden in two weeks,” Romelo yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared through the crowd.

  Chapter37 HomeSweetHome

  “I know I’ll definitely be seeing you again,” the red neck C.O. chuckled as he escorted Loco towards the barbwire fence. “You crackers can kiss my ass,” Loco replied in an even

  tone.

  “Take it easy out there, my brother!” the red neck said,

  making sure he dragged out the brother part.

  Loco stuck up his middle finger as he gave his man, Gun

  Play a pound, followed by a hug.

  “Damn nigga! I been sitting out here for like four hours,”

  Gun Play huffed.

  “You know how them crackers do,” Loco said as he slid

  in the passenger seat of the hooptie. J.R. Writter’s song “Grill

  em” blasted from the speakers, as Loco and Gun Play exited the

  prison grounds.

  “So what’s good? What you been up to?” Loco asked as he rolled

  down the window, and inhaled the fresh upstate air.

  “Shit, I just got out like two weeks ago myself.” “Word? What you was in for?” Loco asked curiously. “I shot a fair one with a cop,” Gun Play replied nonchalantly.

  “Motherfucker got mad cause I fucked him up, and hetook me

  in,” he chuckled. “When I got to Rikers, three C.O.’s jumped me

  cause that punk ass cop told them I snuck him.”

  “That’s od,” Loco chuckled, shaking his head. “What’s

  good in the hood, you eating?”

  “I be moving a little bud in the hood, that’s about it. You

  know I make the majority of my money from juxes,”. “Damn you still out here robbing niggaz?” Loco exhaled. “I gotta do what I gotta do,” Gun Play shrugged his

  shoulders.

  “Well those days are over. I made a connection while I

  was up in the mountains.”

  “Word?” Gun Play asked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah, I hooked up with Ali while I was up in that shit

  hole.”

  “Who, that nigga from Harlem, who fuck with G-money?”

  Gun Play asked.

  “Yeah, G-money gon swing by the crib later on tonight.

  Basically, he got work for us. So I hope ya gun game still on

  point?” Loco asked.

  “Come on B. what’s my name?”

  G-money stepped out of the bathroom with a towel

  wrapped around his waist, admiring himself in the mirror. “Damn

  that dude is fine,” he said out loud, speaking about himself in

  third person.

  “You ain’t all that,” Coco sucked her teeth as she sat on

  the bed with her cast leg hanging slightly off the bed. “Don’t hate,” G-money shot back as he popped his“Rick

  Ross” CD in the stereo and turned it up.

  “Turn that drive-by music down,” Coco huffed. “Oh I see, my boo want some attention,” G-moneysaid

  as he made his way over to the bed.

  “Don’t come over here playing,” she warned. “Shut up,” G-money said as he pushed her down on the

  bed and planted soft kisses on her lips, careful not to lean on

  Coco’s cast leg.

  “You think you so cute,” Coco whispered as she kissed

  him back.

  “Thinking is for people who are not sure,” G-money

  replied as he pulled one of Coco’s titties from outof her sports

  bra, placed it in his mouth, and started sucking on it like he

  needed it to live.

  “Awe…shit,” Coco called out in pleasure as she removed

  her sports bra. “What you doing?” Coco asked, seductively biting

  her bottom lip.

  “Stop playing and give me my pussy,” G-money

  demanded as he slowly pulled her boy shorts down her thighs

  and over her cast. Once the boy shorts were past her ankles, Gmoney dove in her pussy face first. He licked and sucked on her

  clit, while fingering her at the same time.

  Coco clawed at the sheets as she purred out in ecstasy,

  as she felt herself releasing her creamy juices. Just as G-money

  was about to get his dick sucked, he heard someonebanging on

 
; his front door.

  “What the fuck?” G-money huffed as he grabbed his .45

  ACP off the nightstand and headed towards the front door.

  When he made it downstairs, he cautiously peeked through the

  blinds and exhaled when he saw Shorty and Eraser Head. “Fuck ya’ll fools want?” G-money asked, sticking his .45

  in the small of his back as he stepped to the sideso the two

  men could enter. From the look on Shorty and Eraser Head’s

  face G-money knew instantly, that something was wrong. “What

  happened?” He asked.

  “Shit is ugly out in the streets,” Shorty said, shaking his

  head.

  “Fuck he talking about?” G-money asked, locking his

  gaze on Eraser Head.

  “While we was out of town, this chump Rell hit up a few

  of our spots and workers,” Eraser Head paused to see Gmoney’s reaction before he continued. “He going around telling

  everybody that you pussy and scared to come see him….” Before Eraser Head could finish his sentence, G-money

  was already heading upstairs. Ten minutes later, hereappeared

  downstairs wearing all black, with his .45 stickingout the side of

  his waistband. “Let’s go find this corny nigga and shut his

  fucking mouth for good,” G-money steamed as he slid his hands

  into his black leather gloves.

  “Don’t forget, we gotta swing by Bushwick projects and

  scoop up the new soldier Ali recruited,” Eraser Head reminded

  him as they headed out the door.

  “A’ight we gon pick him up on the way,” G-money replied

  as the trio slid in the Lexus truck.

  “Yo I’mma go see what this chick talking about and

  I’mma get up with you later,” Loco said as he gave Gun Play a

  pound and entered the project building. No matter how long a

  person is in jail for, some things just don’t change. Loco entered

  the elevator and made sure he stepped around the puddle of

  yellow piss that sat right in the middle of the floor. Loco counted

  the flights as the elevator reached the floor he had requested.

  As soon as he stepped off the elevator, he could smell weed