A Hustler's Son 2 (The Cartel Publications Presents)

by Styles, T.

  “Doby, I’ll be right back,” I told the driver after we pulled up to the cheap motel room I maintained. I had access to the May Bach whenever I wanted.

  When I looked out the window and at the motel I sighed. I didn’t want to go in or near this funky ass spot. The only reason I kept it was for Skully. If he followed me, I wanted him to think I was still here.

  “Not a problem, ma’am,” he smiled opening the car door for me. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I had just gotten off of the phone with Jarvis and he asked me to stay with him for a while. I know it’s crazy, but we’d done so much together, it brought us closer.

  Once inside the room, I gathered most of my things and sat them on the bed. I realized I had to pee before I left and went to the bathroom. I squatted and let the warm liquid escape my vagina when I heard the front door open.

  “Who’s that?” I screamed from the toilet. Silence. “Doby…is that you?” Silence. I grabbed a piece of tissue, lifted up a little, and wiped myself. And before I could get my panties on, the door opened. A figure walked in and closed the door behind them.

  “There you go,” he said in a low tone. I didn’t recognize the voice.

  “Who the fuck are you?!” I yelled trying to reach for the light switch

  He grabbed me and covered my mouth with his rough hand. Then he grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled me down to the floor. I fought but was no match for his strength. After flinging me around, he stood me back up causing me to be off balance. With my back faced him, he shoved his fingers roughly inside of me.

  “That pussy still wet,” he said in my ear. “If you’re good and quiet, I’ll let you piss on me, baby.” His voice was husky and gross. He pressed his hands tightly against my lips and I could feel the sweat from his upper lip against my face. “I want you to suck my dick real quick,” he continued. “It won’t take me long to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll let you swallow every drop too. So what do you say, honey? You wanna swallow?”

  “P...please, stop,” I mumbled through his fingers.

  My quick movements allowed his rough fingers to slide deeper into me. I was scared. “Now I’ma let you go,” he said. “And then you gonna suck my dick, aight? But you gotta do it quick. Or we gonna get caught.”

  He was just about to make me suck his dick when the door opened and the light in the bathroom came on.

  “What the fuck you doin’?”

  I knew that voice well and the face belonged to Skully.

  “Uh…nothin’,” he said still holding my mouth, his fingers still inside me. “I thought she was goin’ scream so I covered her mouth.”

  “Is that’s why your finger inside of her?” He didn’t respond. “Just bring her out here,” he said without caring that he was violating me. Skully disappeared into the bedroom area.

  “You lucky,” he told me, my pussy still sore as he sucked his fingers. “Real lucky.”

  Without time to prepare for his next move, he pulled me into the bedroom by my hair. Skully’s platinum skull necklace with the diamonds in it stood out when we made it to the bedroom. The medallion was definitely bigger than the one he use to wear. Now in the light of the room, I could see who the rapist was. He was white and obese and I’d seen him with Skully before.

  “Look at this, bitch!” Skully laughed as I was hoisted on the top of the bed by his goon. Skully’s skin was still ashy black and his eyes were still bloodshot red. He walked up to me and slapped me in the face. As if I was his enemy, he hit me repeatedly all over my body.

  “Skully, please stop! You hurting me.” Wrapping his fingers around a wad of my hair, he pulled it tightly.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked pointing at the bags.

  He pushed my bags on the floor. It was then that I noticed along with the white man, there was another dark short man there. Both were wearing jeans and coats and their expressions were motionless. The white man smirked taking another glimpse of my pussy.

  “What the fuck is up, Kenosha?” Skully asked.

  Before answering him, I covered my partially naked body from the waist down with the sheet on the bed. And he grabbed the sheet off and jammed two of his fingers inside of me.

  “Pllllllllllllleassssssssssssssssse stop, Skully!” I lifted my head and cursed the ceiling I was in so much pain. “Why you hurting me?”

  “Shut up you dumb, bitch! You thought you was gonna just take my money and get away wit’ it? Huh? You had a job to do, Kenosha. You forgot about it that quick?!”

  When he was done amusing the men who were laughing, he pushed the two fingers that were inside of me in my mouth.

  “You think your pussy tastes good enough for me to let you live even though you been dodgin’ me?” I silently wept. “Do you!” he screamed. “One of ya’ll wanna taste this shit to see if it’s worth the thousands of dollars I spent on it?” he asked them.

  My heart dropped. Here he was treating me like he didn’t know me. I felt like a freak. I felt like less than a person. I would’ve called out to God for his help but I’ve done so much shit I know he wouldn’t recognize me.

  The white man quickly took Skully up on his offer. He slid on the bed, placed his hands on each of my knees and licked my pussy. His tongue was rough and felt nasty.

  “Yeah…she tastes real good, man.” He said getting up licking all of my juices from his mouth with his tongue. “It’s not thousands of dollars worth though.”

  Tears drained my eyes and it disgusted me when he got up because I could see the hardness of his dick.

  “Don’t worry, Jax,” Skully started. “I’ma let you fuck this bitch when I’m done wit’ her. But let me handle my business first.” The man walked back over against the wall and winked at me squeezing his hard dick through his jeans.

  “Now…what have you been doing, Kenosha?”

  “I’m tryin’.”

  “You tryin’?” he laughed. “Obviously not hard enough. You haven’t been answerin’ my calls yet you been spendin’ my money,” he said looking at the clothes on the floor. I was not about to tell him his money was gone along time ago and that I was now spending his arch enemy’s cash. “So what’s up? And how come that mothafuckin’ nigga Jarvis still breathin’? I thought you was gonna make sure Kelsi took care of things two months ago?”

  “I’ve been trying, Skully,” I cried as the rippling sensation in my scalp took over. “But Kelsi says he got somethin’ else planned.”

  “Like what, Kenosha?”

  “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.”

  “So let me get this straight, you out here on my dolla and you don’t know shit and ain’t been doin’ shit?”

  “Skully, please…just give me some more time. I swear I’ll get Kelsi to do him.”

  As I looked at his face, I was surprised that such a dark skinned man could turn red. A vein had presented itself on the middle of his forehead and I could see it pulsating. As always his eyes were red and my heart began to beat faster. What was next?

  Skully never treated me like this in all the time I’ve known him. I was always his main girl and he never hurt me. I wasn’t sure but I had a feeling his anger had more to do with jealousy than it did with Jarvis still being alive.

  “You wouldn’t be tryin’ to fuck me over now would you, Kenosha?” he asked me as he straddled my body, looking down at me. I shook my head no. “Cuz you know what I’d do to you right?” I nodded yes. “What will I do to you, Kenosha?” his voice steady, deep and cold.

  “Make me wish I was neva born.” I whimpered.

  “Exactly,” he smiled. “Jax!”

  “Yes, sir!” he said excitedly.

  “You can fuck this bitch,” he said looking at me. “I’ll be waiting on you out in the car.”

  Monday, 10:58 pm

  ****

  Niggas gotta understand that business and females can’t co-exist. And most niggas can’t do it.

  -Kyope

  Kyope was in his penthouse fucking
his main girl. Her toes curled as he pressed further into her back, gripping her ass for control.

  “Ahhhhhhhh….,” she moaned. “I love you, papi.” Her white skin was flushed and her golden hair dressed the bed. If a picture was taken of their lovemaking, it would come out flawless. Pressing his tongue into her mouth, he felt himself preparing to let go inside of her. Kristal Kerry had a way of squeezing the walls of her pussy bringing the hardest of niggas to their knees.

  “Keep it right there, bitch,” he demanded. “Just like that.”

  “Whateva you want, papi. I’m not goin’ nowhere.”

  He was feeling her sex on all levels. And then his red phone rang. The only time it rang was in extreme emergencies. No longer excited about busting a nut, he pulled out of her seconds before being able to release.

  “What’s up?” he said grabbing the receiver. Kristal sat up and grabbed the covers to hide her lonely body. She hated how she always had to play the backseat when it came to his operation.

  “Yo, Kyope…you seen Jarvis?!” Spikes yelled into the receiver. “A lot of fucked up shit just happened!”

  “Like what?” he asked sitting up straight in the bed.

  “Well anotha one of his shops got taken down tonight and we can’t find him.”

  “Which one?”

  “The main one, in Brooklyn.” The room appeared to be spinning. Although sitting down, Kyope felt off balance. “They took everything, boss. We just dropped off the re-up before it happened. We lost five men too!”

  Kyope was furious and said, “How’d it happen?”

  “I’m not sure. Niggas sayin’ some broads did it and others sayin’ some dudes ran in. Whoever it was got in and out in ten minutes flat.”

  One Week Earlier

  Kelsi sat on the weight bench in his jeans and white wife beater inside his hotel room. He was making progress with breaking down Kyope’s empire one captain at a time, but it wasn’t enough to cause the havoc he wanted. He wanted worlds rocked and lifestyles stopped. And then he learned that one of the main shops was located in Brooklyn. But with the man power Kyope possessed, he wouldn’t be able to infiltrate alone. With the phone in hand, he dialed his old friend’s number. He had it saved to memory.

  The phone rang twice before he answered, “Who this?” Silence. “Who the fuck is this?”

  “It’s me, man.” Kelsi said reluctantly. He contemplated hanging up. Maybe it was a bad idea.

  Silence.

  “Kelsi?”

  “Yeah, Bricks. It’s me. I need your help.”

  Bricks hadn’t heard from Kelsi since Kelsi accused him of fucking his ex-girlfriend Keisha before he himself killed her. Kelsi feared he’d reject him, after all, he’d let a female come between their bond.

  “Fuck you waitin’ on, nigga! You gonna give me the address or what? I’ll be on my way.”

  Kelsi smiled, and the rest was history.

  Earlier Tonight

  Bricks arranged for twenty niggas to come down from D.C., to help Kelsi take down Kyope and Jarvis’ main shop. Every person with him was part of Brick’s family, including his brother Melvin. Five of his crewmembers included his girl cousins. Every one of them was involved in the drug business and jumped at a chance to hit up some New York niggas for a big score.

  Kelsi called it operation, Shock Factor. The plan was simple. They would travel in five vehicles. The first car would have the five girls and it would be followed by vans which would collect the product and money. Kelsi was surprised at how quickly Bricks got things together. He didn’t realize that since he had left Maryland, Bricks had graduated from small time drug dealer to full fledge Goon status.

  The streets were busy and it was hot outside of the large house in Brooklyn. And there were four men guarding the stash house they were interested in. The street soldiers had no clue what would happen next.

  “Help! Help!” one of the five girls in a convertible silver Mercedes screamed. They pulled up in front of the house in distress. “My friend is in labor! Please!”

  All four of the men grabbed their waists suspecting foul play until they saw her large stomach, and red fluid all over the white leather seats. The other four women looked like they were on their way to the club before things happened.

  “Fuck is up wit’ ya’ll?” the tallest of the four said.

  “My friend is pregnant and she ‘bout to have this baby! Can you please tell us how to get to the hospital?!”

  One of the men noticed their New Jersey tags and thought the stupid girls got lost and needed help finding their way back. Still, he wasn’t feeling the scene. He scanned the car for a GPS system. Surely an expensive vehicle like this should have one. It didn’t.

  “I don’t know what to tell you,” he said while the other men remained silent. “I ain’t got GPS on my face.”

  “Please! I ain’t gonna make it!” the pregnant girl screamed. “Do somethin’! Shit!”

  “Can you at least tell us how far the nearest hospital is?!” the driver screamed at the men. “I’ll find it by myself since ya’ll too weak to help!”

  “Call the ambulance!” the pregnant girl hollered. “Call now!”

  Not wanting extra attention around the house, since they had new product and it was the first of the month, they decided to point the broads in the right direction.

  Walking up to the car, the tallest was about to give directions. His eyes widened when he saw the machine guns lying on the floor of the car. His head was blown into pieces before he could object or warn his friends. Blood and guts were all over the car with the stolen plates.

  The other four men were about to unleash but were no match for the girls. The women stood up in the car, and lit the house up with heavy machinery, including the one who was really pregnant with the fake blood covered on her body. Now, she had the fresh blood of strangers on her. Exactly on schedule, the four vans pulled in front of the house and the men jumped out. They were also toting major weapons.

  Hearing the commotion, a few of the soldiers inside the house knocked out windows and started shooting outside. But they were no match for the firepower Brick’s crew possessed. The house was rushed by Brick’s crew. In ten minutes flat, they managed to unload the house of the money and weight.

  Two of the girls suffered bullet wounds but were okay. They looked at it as a small price to pay for fortune. After all, the crew escaped with over a million dollars worth of dope and five hundred thousand dollars worth of cash.

  And Kelsi sat in the last van watching, smiling, and loving it all.

  Currently

  “What you want us to do?” Spikes asked waiting on Kyope’s response. “It’s the first so we gonna lose a lot of business.”

  “Fuck!” Kyope yelled exiting the bed, exposing his naked body and now limp dick.

  “I’ma make a few calls. A few niggas owe me some favors. But we won’t be back up and runnin’ ‘til next week. We have to play it easy cuz NYPD is gonna be everywhere now. We need to lay low. Have somebody burn that house.”

  “I know,” Spikes added. “We already did. This shit really hurt us, man” he continued.

  “I’ma need you to find Jarvis, tonight,” Kyope griped.

  “Bet.”

  “I’m not playin’ games wit’ him no more.”

  “I know he met some bitch awhile back. Prangsta said she be wit’ him all the time. Said they just came back from Miami and shit too.”

  “Another bitch huh?”

  Kyope was sick of Jarvis’s need for a fairytale lifestyle. He was also tired of him not being able to handle business every time he got a new chick in his life. It was all or nothing with him and his carelessness has interfered with business greatly. His antics had caused their billion dollar status to drop to millions. Why couldn’t he just get his dick wet and maintain his shops? He would’ve slumped Jarvis a long time ago but nobody provoked fear and commanded an army like Jarvis could.

  “Yeah…he doin’ it again,” Spikes confirmed. “Wh
at you want me to do?”

  Kyope walked up to his mirror, looked at himself and dropped his head.

  Sighing heavily into the phone he said, “Find out where this bitch lay her head and send a message.”

  “A final one?” Spikes needed clarification.

  “Leave a message he won’t forget.”

  “Nuff said.”

  Wednesday, 12:13 pm

  ****

  I wonder if my mother sees the gangsta I’ve become. And respect’s it.

  -Kelsi

  She got a habit.

  One I like.

  Every Friday wit’out fail, she get on the New York City subway and take the train to Manhattan. She loves to shop. And I ain’t goin’ lie, Kyope keep this bitch laced. Designer fits and big ass diamonds. I ain’t into white broads, but in a different life, she’d be one I’d definitely fuck. I wanted to make sure the time was right before I pushed off and added that bitch to my list of casualties. But after Bricks helped me knock down Kyope’s main shop, I felt inspired and motivated to vanish her earlier than expected. I heard voices tellin’ me to merk this bitch and merk her tonight. So…I decided to listen.

  The train was full of New Yorkers doin’ regular shit. But me…I kept my eyes on the white woman in white. I followed her wit’ each transfer she made and was careful to keep my distance. It seemed like no one was around but me and her. And the gun in my waist felt alive. Like it was talkin’ to me. After awhile, I was growin’ weary at not bein’ able to step off from everybody else so I could send her ass on her way. And then…finally, she got off the train. I followed her up the escalator leadin’ outside. She had an iphone and appeared captivated by its music.