Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  smoke.

  “I bet that shit is coming from this chick’s apartment,”

  Loco said out loud as he reached the door he was looking for,

  and knocked lightly. He heard some feet shuffling behind the

  door before a woman’s voice yelled. “Who is it?”

  “Man just open the door,” Loco huffed. A second later,

  he heard the door unlock.

  Monique opened the door with a frown on her face, until

  she realized who was standing on the other side. “Oh my God,”

  she screamed as she jumped into Loco’s arms, planting kisses all

  over his face and neck.

  “It took you long enough to open the door,” Loco huffed

  as he laid Monique down on the couch.

  “I’m sorry baby,” Monique whined as she unzipped

  Loco’s pants and took him in her mouth.

  “Damn that pussy was good,” Loco said, breathing

  heavily as he put his jeans back on.

  “Why you putting your pants on for? You not gonstick

  around for a while?” Monique asked jokingly.

  “Nah, I gotta go get this money,” Loco replied in a

  serious tone.

  “What?” Monique said the playfulness in her voice gone. “Listen, I would love to stay here with you all night, but

  ma I gotta go get this bread.”

  “You know what? I don’t even give a fuck do whatever

  you want. That’s why I does me, cause niggaz like you never

  change,” Monique snapped as she stormed to the bathroom and

  slammed the door behind her.

  “She’ll get over it,” Loco thought out loud as he heard

  someone knocking on the door. “Who is it?”

  “The motherfucking mailman,” the voice from theother

  side of the door replied. Loco peeked through the peephole and

  saw three men who he had never seen before. “What’sup?”

  Loco cracked the door.

  “You Loco?” A man with braids that came to the middle

  of his back, spoke.

  “Yeah,” Loco replied quickly.

  “I’m G-money,” the man with braids extended his hand. “Oh shit. What’s good my nigga? Ali told me all about

  you,” Loco said as he gave G-money and the two other men he

  was with, dap.

  “Ali told me you was a soldier.”

  “All day,” Loco replied.

  “Good cause it’s a lot of work that needs to be put in,”

  Eraser Head said, speaking for the first time. “Here’s some cash

  to get on your feet,” he said, handing Loco a bookbag, which

  held $10,000 inside.

  “Good looking. I appreciate all the love ya’ll showing me,

  but I need a favor,” Loco prodded. “I need ya’ll to put my man

  on too.”

  “Who’s your man?” G-money asked curiously. “My man, Gun Play,” Loco told them.

  “I don’t know your man Gun Play, but if you wantto put

  him on that’s on you. I guess you can pay him out of what we

  give you, which will be more than enough,” G-moneyexplained. “Okay that’s cool,” Loco replied.

  “I hope you ain’t scared to let that thang off,” Eraser

  Head said as he handed Loco a 9mm.

  Loco arched his brow. “I ain’t never scared. I didn’t get the

  name Loco for nothing.”

  “You’ll get your chance to show how loco you are. We’ll

  be back tomorrow to pick you up,” G-money said and the

  conversation was left at that.

  * * * * The next day, Loco stepped outside and saw Gun Playin front of the building, waiting for him. “What’s good five?” He said as he and Gun Play did the Blood handshake.

  “Out here early tryna catch these potheads,” Gun Play said, scanning the block for potential customers.

  “Fuck all this nickel and dime shit. Where all the homies at?”

  “Which ones? It’s mad Blood niggaz out here” Gun Play.

  “Listen I’m about to go hit up 125th street and cop a couple of fits. (Outfits) I want you to round up all the real Blood niggaz in the hood, and we gon have us a little meeting at the end of the week,” Loco explained.

  “Say no more,” Gun Play said as he sold a bag ofweed to a customer out in the open.

  “Listen, I’mma scream at you later before we roll out to the club tonight,” Loco said as he flagged down a cab. * * * *

  G-money parked his CLK 55 down the block from Club Mars 2112. “Open the glove compartment and hand me three stacks,” G-money ordered.

  “What you need all this money for?” Eraser Headasked as he handed G-money the stacks of money.

  “So we can get our stunt on tonight,” G-money said, turning to face Eraser Head. “We gotta let the streets know that we still got the strongest team out here, smell me?”

  “I can dig it,” Eraser Head said as him and G-money exited the Benz.

  G-money slid out of the driver’s seat wearing all black with a crisp pair of Nike Boots. The three iced out chains he wore around his neck, clanked and clacked with eachstep he took.

  As the two men bopped down the block, they could see the line spilling around the corner.

  “Damn, the bitches is out tonight,” Eraser Head said out loud, as he tossed a piece of Winter Fresh in his mouth. The two men got wicked looks and whispers, as they skippedthe long line and headed downstairs to the main entrance. “What it’s looking like in there?” G-money said as he palmed ahundred dollar bill and slapped it in the bouncer’s hand.

  “Its mad bunz in there tonight,” the bouncer said with a smile.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” G-money said as he and Eraser Head slid past the metal detector and entered the club. When the two entered the club, immediately the heavy bass from the speakers slapped them in the face, followed by the heat.

  “Yo the V.I.P. section is this way,” Eraser Head yelled over the music as he noticed G-money walk pass theV.I.P. area.

  “Nah, we playing the dance floor tonight,” G-moneyinformed him as the two headed downstairs to the dance floor. Meanwhile outside the club, Loco and Gun Play slid out the back of the cab looking like new money. “Damn this line is long as fuck!” Loco grumbled.

  “Yeah, but look at all these hoes out here,” Gun Play pointed out.

  “I can’t remember the last time I seen this many women in one spot,” Loco admitted as the two hopped on the back of the line.

  When 50 cent’s song “I Get It In” came blaring through the speakers, the whole club went crazy. As G-money and Eraser Head snaked their way through the club, people he knew and a few people he didn’t know greeted him by giving himdap. The two men reached the bar and each man ordered a bottle of champagne. G-money popped open the bottle and took a deep swig, when he noticed a thick sister with dreads that came to the middle of her back standing at the end of the bar. “Damn that ass got my name written all over it,” G-money motioned towards shorty at the end of the bar.

  “Yeah, shorty is good money,” Eraser Head said as he watched G-money head in the female’s direction. “Yo see if she got a friend for me,” he yelled out.

  As G-money approached the woman at the end of the bar, he noticed she held a half empty cup in her hand. Without asking, he walked straight up to the girl and filled her cup with champagne.

  “Ummm excuse yourself,” Dread head said, placingan open palm on G-money’s chest.

  “What’s the problem?” G-money asked with a confused look on his face.

  “You don’t just come over here and pour that shit in my cup. For all I know, you could be trying to poison me or something,” she snapped as she sat her cup at the end of the bar.

  “Let me buy you another drink to make it up to you,” Gmoney offered.

  “That’s all you had to do
from the beginning,” Dread head huffed.

  A smirk played on G-money’s lips. “What you drinking ma?”

  “I’ll take a Long Island Iced Tea, and my friend here,” Dread head said, motioning toward her redbone friend who stood next to her.

  “I got you ma,” G-money replied as he waved Eraser Head over. “This my man E right here,” he said, introducing Eraser Head to the redbone as he handed both womentheir drinks.

  “So what’s your name?” G-money asked as he turned up his bottle.

  “Yolanda,” Dread head answered with a smile. “I’m G-money,” he extended his hand.

  “No, what’s your real name?” Yolanda chuckled. “G-money,” he replied again with a straight face.

  “So G-money,” she made sure she dragged out his name. “Tell me something about yourself.”

  “Well I love money and I love beautiful women,” he said as he held Yolanda’s wrist, and slowly spun her around so he could get a good look at her ass.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Fa suga dell,” G-money licked his lips.

  Yolanda was about to respond until her favorite song came on. “This my song,” she sang as she got in front of Gmoney and began shaking her ass.

  G-money immediately placed one hand on her hips, threw his bottle of champagne in the air, and did his best to catch it as she threw it.

  “Damn it’s hot as fuck in here,” Loco said with a frown, as he began sweating as soon as he and Gun Play stepped in the club.

  “Let’s hit the bar. This your second day home, I’mabout to get you bent,” (drunk) Gun Play yelled over the music, as he lead the way towards the bar. As Gun Play tried toget the bartender’s attention, he saw a familiar face overin the corner. When Uncle Luke’s song “Doo-Doo Brown” came on, all the chicks in the club went crazy. “Yo Loco,” Gun Play yelled over the music, trying to get his attention. “Yo,” he gave Loco a nudge.

  “What’s good?” Loco asked as he bent down sohe could hear what Gun Play had to say.

  “Ain’t that Monique over there?” Gun Play pointed over towards the corner.

  Loco looked to where Gun Play was pointing and felt disgusted. Over in the corner, some guy had Monique tossed all up in the air, getting it in.

  “I know you ain’t gon let that shit slide,” Gun Play instigated.

  Loco didn’t respond. Instead, he shot Gun Play acomical look as he headed over to the corner where Monique and the guy made love with their clothes on.

  “Can I tell you something?” Yolanda asked as she turned to face G-money, her body still swaying to the music.

  “I’m listening,” G-money replied as he guzzled from his bottle.

  “I think I like you,” she said, batting her eyes flirtatiously.

  “Oh yeah?” G-money replied with a smile as he looked at her perky breast standing at attention. “I think I like you too.”

  “So let me get your number,” Yolanda pressed asshe handed G-money her cell phone.

  G-money quickly punched in his number and handed the cutie back her phone. G-money was about to say something else until a scuffle broke out over in the corner.

  “Niggaz don’t ever know how to act,” Yolanda sucked her teeth.

  “Yo that’s that nigga Loco over there,” Eraser Head yelled, leaning towards G-money’s ear as the two squeezed and snaked through the crowd.

  Loco walked right over to the guy, grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around so the two could be facing. The man was getting ready to say something, but the quick blow to his nose ended that thought. The man hit the floor, holding his nose with two hands.

  Before Monique could even figure out what was going on, Loco and Gun Play were already stomping the guys face into the floor. “What are you doing?” Monique yelled asshe tried to get Loco off of the guy.

  Loco quickly turned and shoved Monique to the floor, as two big bouncers came and yoked him up, roughly escorting Loco and Gun Play out of the club.

  When G-money and Eraser Head finally made it outside, they saw Loco and his man across the street arguing with the police.

  “Yo come on. Leave that shit alone,” G-money said as he draped his arm around Loco’s neck and escorted him down the block. “What’s that all about?”

  “That motherfucker had his hands all over my girl,” Loco huffed.

  G-money and Eraser Head busted out laughing. “You making all that noise over a bitch?” Eraser Head said in between laughs.

  “Ya’ll can laugh all ya’ll want, but she belongs to me,” “Man listen,” G-money began. “You need to get off that jail shit; it’s a million chicks out here. Don’t be a fool.”

  “Look at this faggot,” Eraser Head nudged G-money. When G-money looked up, he saw Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley crossing the street in his direction.

  “What’s going on brother?” Detective Nelson said, letting that last word roll off his tongue.

  “Fuck you want?” G-money asked dryly.

  “You know what I want,” Detective Nelson said, getting all up in G-money’s face. “Where’s your boy Knowledge?”

  G-money laughed right in Detective Nelson’s face. “I don’t know.”

  “That’s funny to you boy?” Detective Bradley cut in.

  “Yup,” Eraser Head said, taking a step closer, flexing his muscles.

  “Whenever you ready boy,” Detective Bradley said as the two continued to eye box.

  “My advice to you…leave town A.S.A.P.,” Detective Nelson said, forcing a smile.

  “No thank you,” G-money shot back as him and hiscrew walked off.

  “I see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, just like I did your friend Ali,” Detective Nelson yelled at G-money’s departing back.

  Chapter38 FinalWorkout

  “So are you going to use your speed to beat Marcus “The Bully” Jackson?” A white reporter asked The Terminator as he sat, getting his hands wrapped up.

  “Absolutely,” The Terminator replied nonchalantly. “I keep telling ya’ll, skills pay the bills around here.”

  “The Bully has tremendous punching power in both hands. How do you think your chin will hold up if he catches you with a clean punch?” Another Reporter asked.

  “Listen man, I done been in 28 professional fights and 40 amateur fights. And guess what? I ain’t been dropped yet, so I like my chances. You need to ask the so called Bully, how his chin is going to hold up because I’m definitely gonna be tapping his shit all night,” The Terminator said in a matter of fact tone.

  “Do you think this will be your toughest fight?” A lady reporter asked.

  “Of course not,” The Terminator replied quickly. “But I know for a fact this will be his toughest fight.”

  “Well I spoke to The Bully and he said the fight won’t go past four rounds,” a baldhead black reporter spoke strongly.

  “So put your money on him then,” The Terminator said flatly. “Put your money on him and I promise you will regret it.”

  “Enough with these damn questions,” Mr. Wilson huffed as he held open The Terminator’s left glove, so hecould slip his hand inside. “This is supposed to be a public workout. You ain’t been working out nothing but your mouth,” he slightly scolded.

  “I gotta give the people what they want,” The Terminator replied with a smile. “This my gym and I’m the king of the ring.”

  Mr. Wilson heaved a deep sigh as he finished wrapping the last piece of tape around the wrist of The Terminator’s gloves.

  “I know all ya’ll reporters and cameramen can’t wait until I lose, but guess what?” The Terminator chuckled. “It ain’t happening. My name is west and I don’t play that mess,” he sang as he walked over to the heavy bag, and began punching it with all his might.

  “This The Bully’s ribs right here,” The Terminator said, motioning towards the heavy bag. He threw left hook after right hook. The impact caused the bag to swing back and forth. After a good two-hour workout, Mr. Wilson kicked all the reporters
and cameramen out of the gym. The only people left in the gym were Mr. Wilson, The Terminator, and Rodney. Mr. Wilson sighed loudly before he spoke. “In two days, it’s going down.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be ready.”

  “You better be,” Mr. Wilson yelled over his shoulder as he filed for the exit.

  “I got this fight already in the bag old man,” The Terminator yelled out as him and Rodney busted outlaughing.

  Chapter39 SteetsisWatchng

  “Fuck is ya’ll doing out here?” Shorty asked as he approached the two young hustlers, who stood in front of the building.

  “What you mean?” The taller one out of the two asked. “Fuck you mean what I mean?” Shorty spat, with his face crumbled up.

  “We out here getting this spread,” the taller kid replied.

  “Out here getting this spread, huh?” Shorty said sarcastically. “You two gotta be the dumbest niggaz in the world.”

  “Damn Shorty, why you coming at us like that?” The short kid spoke for the first time.

  “Look around, you see anybody else out here?”

  “Nah,” the tall kid answered, looking up and down the block.

  “It’s task force Tuesday,” Shorty huffed, shaking his head.

  “Oh shit, it damn sure is Tuesday,” the tall kid said, angry with himself for forgetting. “Yo Shorty, that’s my fault. I forgot all about that shit,” he apologized.

  “It’s narc’s all around this bitch. Whatever ya’ll do, make sure it’s in the building a’ight?”

  “No doubt,” the two sang unison.

  “Ya’ll hold it down out here B.,” Shorty said ashe gave the two young hustlers dap, and then headed towards where his Acura was parked. He cautiously looked over both shoulders before he slid in the driver’s seat and made the car come alive. Little did he know, Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley sat in a yellow cab watching Shorty the whole time. “That little piece of shit is the muscle,” Detective Nelson said with a disgusted look on his face. “We stay close to him and he’s bound to lead us to a murder.”

  “Then once that happens, we can put the pressure on that scumbag, and hopefully he’ll rat out G-money,” Detective Bradley said as he pulled out into traffic.

  “Make sure you stay at least five cars behind this prick,” Detective Nelson warned. “This is our ticket to G-money.”