A Hustler's Son II (12 page)

Monday, 10:58 pm

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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.

“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 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.

Wednesday, 12:13 pm

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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.

It was perfect. The greater the diversion the better. The moment we stepped off the escalator, I carefully placed my blue hood on my head and walked up to her slowly. And then she turned around.

“Aven?” she said as if it were a question.

“Yeah…bi-,” before I could reach under my jacket and blow her brains out, I saw Crane.

He stepped in front of her, and looked down at me. His 6’4 inch frame towered over mine. He was wearin’ the same dingy blue uniform he always did. His presence was powerful and for some reason, I was humbled by it. Turns out he was wit’ her the entire time. I just ain’t see him ’til now. I was fuckin’ up. I felt like I was goin’ crazy. How could I overlook some major shit like that?

“Aven…everything okay?” she asked talkin’ around Crane.

“Oh…uh…yeah. Everything cool. You know wit’ all this stuff happenin’, I just wanted to make sure you was good. You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

She giggled. “Thank you…but Crane follows me sometimes. Kyope swears I need protection every now and again, but for real I don’t.”

I looked up at Crane and he stared at me like he wanted to kill me. Like he was tryin’ to figure me out. I looked away before he read my whole plan. I know this nigga hated me, and he had every right to.

“Well,” I said takin’ one last look up at him. “As long as he watchin’ you, I’ll roll.”

“I’ll talk to you later,” I told her turnin’ around.

“Bye, Aven.”

She was talkin’ to my back, I was already gone.

“Damn,” I said shakin’ my head. “That’s one lucky bitch.”

Thursday, 2:33 pm

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Sometimes I think the world hates me. Cuz the bitch stay puttin’ me in fucked up situations.

-Kelsi

I couldn’t believe these dudes.

We was supposed to be puttin’ in work for Kyope, and these mothafuckas wanted to stop by McDonalds to get somethin’ to eat, prolly Happy Meals an shit. Bad ‘nough Kyope ain’t give me no details ‘bout what we was sposed to be doin’.

I did know he was meetin’ up wit’ Jarvis and judgin’ by the tone in his voice, shit wasn’t goin’ be sweet. I guess breakin’ down that Brooklyn factory did exactly what it was sposed to do. Put a dent in they bond.

Wit’ every muthafuckin’ day, I was gainin’ Kyope’s trust. My work wasn’t hard eitha, especially wit’ Jarvis not carrin’ his weight. Kyope was placing trust in me and losin’ trust in Jarvis. Maybe he was tryin’ to groom a muthafucka to take over for him so he could eventually get out the game. Only if he knew. I was far from the son figure he envisioned.

I was already settled in my new spot in Queens, and nobody knew where I laid my head, not even Kyope. As far as he knew, I was stayin’ in a cheap ass motel ’til I got a place I could afford. He didn’t press the issue. The only person who did was Kenosha. She was dead set on gettin’ details ’bout where I laid. She been jive actin’ desperate and it made me wonder ‘bout her.

“You want somethin’, Aven,” Spikes yelled to me from the driver’s seat. I was sittin’ next to Crane in the backseat. I just stared out the window of the black Yukon Denali thinkin’ ‘bout my next move. “Yo, Aven,” Spikes yelled again. “You want somethin’ or not?”