by Larissa
My Hustler’s Keeper
-18-
JOE
“C’mon, Joe, go deeper,” Mary yells, as I penetrate her from behind.
“C’mon, Joe. Make me beg for you to stop. C’mon, Joe, fuck this pussy. That’s it baby, go deeper.” She continues to speak out bullshit, making me lose my concentration on busting my nut.
“Shut the fuck up,” I reach over and slap her in the face.
“Oooh, that’s it baby. Slap me again.”
“You like it rough, huh? Get up and go into the kitchen,” I demand while slapping her again before pulling out.
I was about to give her something to beg about.
“Oooooooo, me like,” she says, licking her lips and grabbing my shaft.
Entering the kitchen I go into the freezer and grab two ice cubes.
“I need to relieve some stress,” I tell her while leaning back on the counter and removing the condom.
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Mary, enough with the kid games,” I hiss.
“This ain’t any kid game Joe,” she says, placing her hands on her hips.
“I’m not putting that,” she points at my shaft, “In my mouth anymore. You tell the girl you got caught fucking to suck your dick.”
“Wait, let me get this straight. I can fuck you with the same dick I fucked Rayla with but I can’t get a blow job?” I laugh.
“I’m glad this is funny to you.”
“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that. She wasn’t anything but a quick nut.”
“Well go get your nut off with her.”
“What the hell?!” I spit.
“I’m not getting mad at the thought of you fucking my daughter, so what’s the problem? You knew I fucked women from time to time since we were in the eighth grade, so don’t put your feelings in it now.”
“First, I’m not fucking your daughter. We never even kissed. I don’t even want her. I just know being with her will keep you closer to me. Second, you seem to forget the promise you made me. All this is your fault.”
“A’ight, just bend over so I can get my nut off.”
Reaching into the counter drawer I pull out a condom as she places her hands on the stove.
“Let’s play a game,” I whisper into her ear while turning the burner on.
“What kind of game?”
“Make me nut before the stove gets hot.”
“This is not safe Joe.”
“It is baby, just trust me.” Slowly I ease inside of her party box and begin to thrust around. I am about to teach her a valuable a lesson on respecting the head of the household.
“Okay Joe, my hands are going to burn.”
“Make me nut is the game.”
“Joe, my hands. I don’t wanna play this game.”
All her crying stops thanks to my phone ringing. Pulling out, I throw the condom in the trash and answer before the line stops ringing.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Joe, I’m in jail. Come get me!” Corey yells.
“What? I’m on my way. Don’t say shit. Don’t you say shit! I’m calling you a lawyer now.” Pulling up my jeans, I quickly run out, leaving Mary and her hands alone to think.
Who knew about this other then the ones I have on payroll, I think to myself as I get into the car and drive off to get Corey.
My Hustler’s Keeper
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MARY
That sick motherfucker was going to burn my hands to the core if it wasn’t for his phone ringing. After he ran out leaving me there, I ran to the freezer, putting my hands on ice.
I should’ve just given him a blow job, I thought while looking at the outcome of not doing as he told me.
Walking to the house phone I press five and waited for the caller to answer.
“Hello,” Stephanie answers, on the fourth ring.
“I need you. Come quick.”
“What?! What’s wrong baby?”
“I can’t say over the phone. Just come.”
“Okay, I’m on my way,” she says, then hangs up.
Falling into the couch I begin to cry. This is starting to get out of hand and I need to get out before it crumbles.
“Baby, I’m here. Now what’s wrong?” Stephanie asks, as she enters my apartment with the spare key.
“What does it look like?” I ask, showing her my hands.
“What the hell? Who did this?” she asks, taking a seat next to me.
“The devil,” I reply back with my head down.
“Mary, why are you still with him if he keeps on treating you like this? I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’re not the one I met while serving my time.”
“Joe is not that bad. He did keep his word and give me his daughter,” I try to defend him.
“And we both know that’s just for a front. Have you even slept with her?”
“No. The only woman I’m into is you. I just want what I was promised and some.”
“Mary, you’re the love of my life and I love you dearly. But I’m not about to keep watching you get hurt and tossed around like loose change,” she expresses.
“I know Stephanie. I’m going to leave him. I just want what belongs to me.”
“Fuck Harmony. If you don’t like pussy why chase after it?”
“Cause it belongs to me.”
“So you’re going to risk your life over something you will never be able to enjoy?” she asks, yelling at me.
“If I have to, yes.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to make Joe and his daughter disappear.”
“No.” I jump up at her words. “I mean it’s not the right time. We still have moves to make on getting Sincere out the picture. I’m not trying to draw any attention.”
“You killed his grandmother and kidnapped his sister. I think you drew enough attention that will last a lifetime.”
“The sister ain’t opened her mouth yet so I’m in good hands.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I’m still breathing.”
“You really don’t think that’s something you should worry about seeing that she is expecting,” she asks with worry in her eyes.
“Nope. Joe touched her. I just watched.”
“So what you going to do? Wait until the last minute when they got you at gunpoint and say it was Joe’s idea?”
“Whatever Joe says, I’m going to do it. It’s clear they don’t know and she’s not telling. So leave it where it’s at, and that’s in the past.”
“Mary, I’m not going to wait around for you to die. I got to do something to get rid of this man and his daughter,” she says, standing up.
“If you touch them I will have you touched,” I speak, looking her directly in her eyes.
“Fine Mary. I’m going to just sit back and watch.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
“What’s this?” she asks, changing the subject.
“A letter from June.”
“What’s it say? It’s clear you read it.”
“She wants me to come see her.”
“For what?”
“She has some dirt on Joe that she needs to tell me.”
“It also says she’s dying,” Stephanie says, as she reads over the letter.
“Go see her Mary. It might be important.”
“Yeah, when I finish getting what belongs to me I will.”
“Mary, you’re going to die. And I’m not about to sit around and wait for that to happen. You want Harmony that bad. I just hope she is worth losing me ‘cause I’m not about to stay and watch you make an ass out of yourself.”
“Joe promised me I would get her.”
“Mary, that girl is in love with Sincere, and I’m sure he will kill you before he lets you have what belongs to him. Mary, listen to me and listen to me good. This shit with Joe…there’s more to this than you know. Just get out while you have a chance ‘cause when the truth comes out I can’t save you,” she tells m
e, before making her way out the door and out of my life.
And if I do die, I will die knowing in the end I was loyal. I will die knowing my loyalty was worth it, I think as I stand to lock the door.
My Hustler’s Keeper
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HARMONY
“I swear to fucking God before I go down I’m snitching on everybody and their mama,” Corey says, as soon as I enter the room.
“Well I see you’re not loyal.”
“Fuck being loyal. It’s my freedom on the line.”
“I’m sure you knew the risks going in,” I say, taking a seat across from him.
“Look Harmony, I don’t give a fuck what you say. I’m not going to jail.”
“I’m not saying shit. You’re the one dong all the talking. So tell me what happened here today?”
“Shit, you tell me. You want me to open my mouth so the boys in the other room can hear?”
“It’s just me and you. That’s why I need for you to tell me what happened today.”
“Look, all I know is Carla and I were setting up and y’all came in bum rushing shit. Man, where is my lawyer?” he continues to yell.
“Corey, does Daniel know you’re moving coke for Joe?”
“Man, from what I was told ain’t none of y’all loyal to Joe. He put y’all on and y’all left. So he started gathering more niggas and said he has plans to end the old ones.”
“Corey, do you know what kind of trouble you’re in? It doesn’t matter where your loyalty lies. If Joe thinks for one split second that you’re dropping a bomb on him, he will kill you and Daniel will be burying you,” I say standing.
“Joe will not kill me. I’m done talking to you. Now get on the phone and tell my cousin to send me a lawyer now. Otherwise I will show you where my loyalty lies.”
“You just signed your own death certificate,” I tell him, before leaving the interrogation room.
“Harmony, please say you didn’t just question the suspect without being watched?” Captain Jefferson yells out.
“No, I offered him some water to shut the fuck up. I was tired of him yelling and I’m pretty sure he was thirsty,” I lie to him, while making my way to the back entrance.
“Harmony, get back here and start your interrogation,” Captain yells.
“Personal call Captain. I have to go.”
“Harmony, if you leave don’t bother coming back. This will be your last day as a FBI agent.”
I stop in my tracks turns around and say, “It was nice working for this team.” Walking out the building, I try calling Sincere but his phone is going straight to voicemail.
“Baby, we need to talk ASAP. Call me when you get this.”
Hanging up, I turn my head just as Joe and his lawyer make their way inside the building. Shaking my head, I open the door to my Lexus, get inside, start the car, and proceed to drive to Sincere’s house.
** ** **
“Sincere,” I call out for him as I make my way inside.
“Sincere baby, I have some shit to tell you,” I yell out, while making my way towards the living room.
“OH MY GOD, SINCERE!”
It feel as if my heart has jumped out my chest as I stand there and watch him lay in a growing pool of his own blood.
To be continued...
My Hustler’s Keeper 2
“Revenge is sweet. But death is sweeter.”
Coming soon…
My Hustler’s Keeper
Synopsis
Whoever said being a hustler’s keeper would be easy LIED!
Harmony Jones works for the FBI but that doesn’t stop her father, Pastor Joe Jones, from making his money.
With hidden skeletons in her family’s closest, she’s forced to run her father’s drug business by night while trying to maintain her day job and being her hustler’s keeper by day. And with that carries a handful of problems.
Mary, her father’s partner, was promised Harmony’s hand in marriage after serving time for Joe, and everything is going as planned until Sincere comes into the picture.
Determined to keep her and Joe near, Mary will fight to the finish to reclaim what Joe promised her, even if that does mean losing her own life in the process.
In My Hustler’s Keeper, love will be chosen, schemes will be driven, and death will be knocking at someone’s door. But the question is, whose?
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-1-
Belita starts her day off the same way every morning. She wakes up to the sun shinning in to the room. Her eyes slowly open to the sun gleaming, giving her new life. She kisses her husband Juno on the cheeks, forehead then lips. Next she gently removes the covers and starts to walk into the bathroom to freshen up, where she makes her morning toilet use before stepping into the shower. After she showers, she steps out and wraps her body in her robe, goes over to the sink to brush her teeth, and puts on her facial crème.
When that is done, she comes back into the room; she puts on her undies and bra before putting her robe back on. Finally she walks up to her husband and gives him another kiss before she leaves the room. She prances down the stairs, goes over to the entertainment system, and turns the music on the gospel station. Then she prances inside the kitchen and starts making breakfast for her familia. This is something she does daily but never thought the devil would be working to bring her down.
The music is jamming, the eggs are cooking, the bacon is sizzling, the pancakes are nice and fluffy, and her homemade orange juice is being placed inside the freezer to get good and cold. She is grooving to the music; bobbing her head, shaking her rump shaker, and even starts to roll her hips as if she is a belly dancer. Cooking for her familia always brings out the best in her. It is exciting to her soul that she is cooking for her familia and not that female on the side that Juno calls himself sleeping with. It isn’t him that makes her day like everyone thinks; it is waking up and still being able to take care of her familia.
“There we go baby,” she says in her hyper, cheerful voice.
Reaching for her oven gloves, which are lying on the countertop, she then puts them on and then bends down and opens the oven. Grabbing the pan and slowly pulling it towards her, she handles the bacon with tender care. Placing the food down on to the counter top, she transfer the bacon from the pan to a plate, takes one of her gloves off and grabs one, then blows the sizzling hot bacon before bringing it to her mouth and taking a bite.
“Now that’s what you call some good bacon,” she says as she continues to eat the bacon until there isn’t anymore.
Next she reaches and turns the stove off, realizing that her eggs are done cooking. She grabs a plate and fork that is next to the bacon and begins to pour the eggs inside of it. She finally turns the pancake maker off and places the pancakes onto another plate next to the eggs. Grabbing the three plates full of food, she starts to sashay her body over towards the breakfast area of her home. Sashaying her way back into the kitchen, she goes over to the freezer, opens it, and grabs the orange juice before making her way back.
“Breakfast is served,” she says to herself.
Smiling, she goes over towards the entertainment center, cuts the music off, and calls out to her familia.
“Junior, Jesus and, Juno. Breakfast is ready. Come and eat,” she yells out to her sons and husband. Sashaying her body back into the breakfast area, she goes over to her chair and stands while she hears three sets of feet running to her. She smiles as she watches her husband and sons race to the table.
“I hope you guys washed your faces and brushed your teeth?”
“Yes mama,” they reply back to her in unison.
“You may be seated.”
One by one, each of them sits then she follows behind them.
“Let’s say grace,” she says while she reaches her hands out for Junior and Juno to take. Doing so, they e
ach bow their heads as Belita starts to say the prayer.
“Heavenly father who is my Lord and savior, I ask that you bless this meal we are about to receive and the bodies that are partaking in it. Amen.”
“Amen,” they say in union.
Looking up, she smiles as she watches her familia dig into their food, and stuff their faces as if this was going to be their last meal.
“Any plans for today?” she asks.
“No Mama.” Junior is the first to speak.
“I think we should go to the movies,” she suggests.
“That sound like a good idea. I’ll see what I can do,” Juno says.
She smiles at her husband and starts to eat her food. The room is silent besides the noise of the folks ripping into the food and the annoying sounds of chewing and smacking.
“I miss her,” Belita finally says.
The chewing stops, the folks stop, even their breathing goes down an extra notch.
“Eat your food Belita,” Juno tells her.
“Don’t you miss her?” she asks.
“Eat your food Belita,” he tells her again.
“She’s still our daughter Juno.”
“She is not apart of this familia. No daughter of mines will betray me. No daughter of mines will chose love over loyalty. She is not apart of this familia. As far as I’m concerned I never had a daughter,” he says, raising his voice.
“She’s her parents’ child. She chose love the same way you chose money over your friendship. The same way I chose you over my own familia. We always tell our children to follow their hearts and that is what she did Juno. She followed her heart,” she yells back at him.
Junior and Jesus listen in silence while their parents go back and forth about Bella, something they had begun to do every morning at the breakfast table.
“Mama,” Junior says, trying to get her to end the conversation. He knows it is weighing heavenly on his mama. It is written all over her face and the bags under her eyes say it all.