Tears of a Hustler 2 (21 page)

“Bitch is crazy,” he said out loud as he slid inthe back seat and prepared himself to hear Coco curse him out for the entire ride home.
G-money stared blankly out the window, while Coco did what she did best…complain.
“Damn if you gon have bitches on the side, you could at least have them under control!” Coco exhaled. “Do Ihave guys running up on you questioning you?”
“No” G-money replied dryly.
“You know why?”
“No, please tell me,” G-money huffed.
“Cause I got too much class to let some shit like that happen,” she continued to rant without even taking a breath. “Then on top of that, you ain’t even fucking with no dimes. You out here fucking with these low class, bottom of the barrel bitches.”
“Nah you bugging. Shorty was on point,” Eraser Head said, jumping in the conversation from the front seat.
“Shut up!” Coco snapped as she slapped Eraser Head in the back of his neck.
“Yo, G it looks like we got some company,” the driver said, reminding every one he was still in the vehicle.
“Word? What it’s looking like?” G-money asked, looking straight ahead.
“Looks like a white van. That bitch been tailing us since we left the restaurant,” the driver said, looking at G-money through the rear view mirror.
“You want me to drop you off at one of our stash houses, so you’ll be alright until this shit pop off?” G-money asked in a smooth tone as he looked over at Coco waiting for a response.
Coco looked at him like he was talking in a different language. “Nah I’m good. You know I ride or die with my man.”
A broad smile appeared on G-money’s face as he placed his hand on top of hers. “Yo swing by the projects real quick. If the van follows us up there, then we know what timeit is,” Gmoney ordered.
“So what you doing later ma?” Shorty asked the Hispanic woman that stood in front of him.
“Nothing, I’m about to go upstairs and cook dinner for my son. Then after that, I’m free. Why, you coming through?”
“That sounds like a plan,” Shorty said, lickinghis lips. “Ya baby daddy ain’t gon be home right? Cause I don’t want to have to twist money shit back,” he said, making a gun with his fingers.
“Nah, you know I ain’t with all the drama and bullshit,” the Hispanic chick said in a heavy accent as she placed a hand on Shorty’s chest. “You promise you gon come through tonight, cause last time you had me waiting up all night,” her voice changing to a whining, nagging note.
“Yeah ma. You know I’mma come through and toss ya lil ass up,” Shorty said nonchalantly.
“A’ight make sure you bring some dutches, cause I got a 50 of that sticky.”
“I got you ma. Say no more,” Shorty said as he noticed G-money’s Yukon pull up to the curb and beep the horn. “Gimme one second,” he told her as he made his way over tothe Yukon. When Shorty reached the Yukon, the back window immediately rolled down.
“Youngin what’s good?” G-money smiled as he gave Shorty a pound.
“You already know, on the grind. But what bringsyou down here? Did one of my peoples mess up the count?”
“Your count is always straight,” G-money said, rubbing his beard. “Yo how many goons you got out here withyou?”
“About four or five,” Shorty replied quickly.
“A’ight strap up, and meet me at my crib in 10 minutes.”
“Why, what’s up?” Shorty asked curiously.
“You see that white van a block away?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Shorty asked as he smoothly took a glance at the white van.
“That motherfucker, been following us around forthe last hour. I’m heading to my crib now. I want you to leave here in 10 minutes,” G-money ordered.
“You sure it’s not the boys?” (Cops)
“Nah, I’m positive it’s not the fuzz,” G-money said in a calm tone. “I’m heading to the crib now. If ya’ll roll up, and them niggaz in the van ain’t made they move yet, you know what to do.”
“I got you,” Shorty said as he slid his hands into his black leather gloves.
“Where that nigga Knowledge at?” G-money asked curiously when he didn’t see him nowhere around.
“Him and a few other goons headed over to the Bronx to go check up on Trey,” Shorty told him.
“Trey?” G-money echoed, searching his memory trying to put a face with the name. “Oh yeah Trey,” he suddenly remembered. “What happened to him?”
“Somebody rolled through there and shot up the stash crib, killed all the muscle, and took everything else.”
“Make sure Knowledge holla at me when he get to the bottom of that shit. I’ll see you in 10 minutes,” G-money said as he gave Shorty a pound. As the Yukon pulled away from the curb, seconds later so did the white van.

Rell sat across the street in a tinted out Honda, watching Knowledge and a few other guys talking to Trey a half block away from the crime scene. Yellow tape, detectives, and reporters were everywhere; not to mention, every body with in a three-block radius stood behind the yellow tape being nosey. Throughout all the chaos, Rell kept his focus on Knowledge and his crew.

“Yo what the fuck happened to Big Steve?” Knowledge asked with four goons standing behind him.
“Some nigga that call himself Rell shot the dooroff the hinges, shot Big Steve out the fucking window, then took all the money, and the little bit of work we had up in there,” Trey said making several different hand gestures.
“Rell?” Knowledge echoed with his face crumbled up. “I know you ain’t let that bitch ass nigga rob you?”
“I was about to go for my strap, but that niggahad the drop on me. What the fuck was I suppose to do?” Trey fumed.
“Don’t worry about it. We gon catch that faggot,” Knowledge said, looking over Trey’s shoulder at a few uniform officers coming in there direction.
“I’m banging out next time B. word,” Trey said in amatter of fact tone.
Knowledge arched his brow. “Next time?” He chuckled. “Nigga you get paid to collect money, and hold down the stash crib. We gon set up another stash crib for you tomorrow. But this time, you gon have a lil more muscle with you, you dig? Let the shooters do their job, you just make sure you do yours.”
Trey was about to reply, but he paused briefly to let the uniform officers pass. “I’m just saying, my pride not gon just let that nigga get away with that shit like that”
Knowledge let out an aggravated breath. “Nigga shut the fuck up and let us do our job,” he growled, poking his finger in Trey’s chest. “Nigga you should of popped the fuck off when you had the chance,” he said as he and his four shooters hopped in his all black Expedition. Knowledge made the Expedition come to life with a turn of the key. Immediately, Styles P.song “Super Gansta” came blaring through the speakers. Seconds later, the truck tires squealed as the truck bent the corner.
Once Rell saw the Expedition pull off, he quickly caught the light so he could keep up with the shooters. Instead of sitting back and waiting for the shooters to come after him, Rell decided to go after the shooters. It was a gutsy move, but what did he have to lose?
“You young motherfuckers don’t know who ya’ll fucking with,” Rell said out loud as he continued to follow the all black Expedition.
Once Jimmy saw G-money’s Yukon pull back into the driveway, he immediately began to screw the silencer on his fully automatic Israeli Uzi, as he continued to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.
“As soon as you get in the house, I want you to go straight upstairs,” G-money ordered as he and Cocoslid out the back seat. “Hide under the bed until I tell you otherwise,” he said as he pulled Coco along. Once inside the house, G-money watched as Coco jogged up the stairs, doing as she was told. He and Eraser Head then immediately headed over to his gun closet. G-money snatched open the closet doors anda big smile appeared on Eraser Head’s face. “Damn nigga, you got enough guns to supply a small army.”
“Better safe than sorry,” G-money exhaled as he strapped on a Teflon vest over his white thermal shirt. “Yo hand me that Beretta and that A.K. with the banana clip,” he said with his hand out.
“Its about to be on up in this bitch,” Eraser Head said in a murderous tone as his eyes locked on the Mac 11 that sat right before his eyes.
The white van pulled up directly in fontof G-money’s house and sat for about 30 seconds, before seven wild ass Jamaican’s hopped out the van with automatic weapons, and opened fire on G-money’s house.
G-money sat on the floor behind a wall in the kitchen as he heard bullets ripping through his house, tearing shit up. “Fuck!” He cursed loudly as he gripped his A.K. even tighter, his heart pumping a hundred miles an hour.
Once the gunfire ceased, G-money shot to his feet, placing his back up against the wall. “Yo, Eraser Head you good?”
“Yeah I’m good,” Eraser Head yelled as four Rasta’s busting through the front door caught his Mac 11’sattention. With a sweep of his arm, Eraser Head sprayed the front door hitting one out of the four gunmen with a series of bullets, as he back peddled into the kitchen where G-money was.
“How many of them is it?” G-money asked.
Eraser Head held up three fingers as the gun shots continued to ring out. The gunfire seemed to pause briefly as Gmoney heard more people entering his home.
“Fuck this shit,” G-money growled as he stepped from behind the wall, with his finger already on the trigger.
The gunmen quickly took cover as they saw G-money walking towards them popping shots. A wicked grin appeared on G-money’s face when he saw the hit men scrambling for cover from the A.K. shells as they spit round after round, tearing up everything in its line of fire.
G-money eased his finger off the trigger long enough to see two more Rasta’s enter his house. With a light squeeze on the trigger, G-money quickly sent the two Rasta’s flying back out the front door.
One of the Jamaicans thought he had the drop on Gmoney from behind. He quickly sprung from his hiding spot, only to get two Mac 11 bullets popped into his skull.
G-money quickly turned around and saw a dirty Jamaican laid out by his feet, and Eraser Head holding a smoking Mac 11.
G-money gave him a quick head nod before he saw movement coming from the corner of his eye. Immediately, his A.K. followed the Rasta as he ran into the living room, ducking and dodging bullets.
“You take that side and I’ll take this side,” Eraser Head said as he tiptoed with caution over towards the leather sofa that sat in the middle of the living room.
The Rasta stood behind the sofa in a squatting position as sweat trickled down his face. Seconds later, shots flew through the sofa riddling the Rasta’s body with bullets, killing him instantly.
“Fucking amateurs,” Eraser Head growled as he spat on the dead Rasta’s bloody body.
“Wild ass Jamaicans,” G-money mumbled as he removed the clip from his A.K. and replaced it with a fresh one.
“Yo I’mma go check up on Coco,” G-money said as he headed towards the stairs, until movement at the front door caught him and Eraser Head’s full attention. Both men quickly loosened up on their triggers when they saw Shorty enter the house with his gun in his hand, followed by four armed soldiers.
“Damn, did we get here too late?” Shorty asked, looking around at the murder scene.
“Nigga you know we don’t play no games,” Eraser Head boasted as he gave Shorty a pound.
“I see,” Shorty replied with a grin on his face.
“I don’t know what you grinning for,” G-money snarled causing Shorty’s grin to disappear immediately. “I said get here in 10 minutes. You five minutes late,” he said, holding up the back of his wrist looking at his watch.
“Calm down G. I got here as fast as I could. Remember I had to round up a few soldiers, not to mention, two of them needed a hammer,” Shorty pleaded his case.
“Fuck that got to do with you getting here in 10 minutes?”
“Nah, I was just saying….”
“You was just saying what?” G-money barked, cutting him off.
“I fucked up,” Shorty mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“Time is very important,” G-money told him as hedraped his arm around the young soldier. “You can never get a minute back, you understand?”
Shorty nodded yes.
“You still my lil nigga. Keep your head up and you’ll get ‘em next time,” G-money patted Shorty on his back.
Shorty was about to reply, until two cocktails came crashing through the front window.
“What the fuck?” G-money yelled as he watched his curtains catch on fire. “Did you see anybody out there before ya’ll came in?”
“Nah,” Shorty replied quickly as he kept his .40 cal aimed at the front door. The whole time the fire was spreading, and spreading fast.
Yo, ya’ll watch the front door and make sure nobody don’t come in. I’mma run upstairs, grab Coco, then we all gon slip out the back door,” G-money instructed as shots began raining in through his windows from every angle, causing each man to hit the floor out of natural instincts.
Jimmy stood wide leg in front of G-money’s house, sweeping his arms back and fourth as shell’s spit out his Uzi like fresh popped popcorn on the stove. Once the magazine was empty, Jimmy quickly removed it and replaced it with a fresh clip, and continued where he left off. Once that clip ran out, Jimmy tossed the Uzi in the grass, snatched a Beretta from the small of his back, and entered the house.
After Knowledge dropped off the last soldier, he wasn’t quite ready to turn it in yet, so he decided to go swing by one of his tenderoni’s crib who lived close by. He definitely needed to relieve some stress.
Knowledge wasn’t upset that the stash crib had got hit. He was more upset by the fact of who the stash cribgot hit by. He had heard stories about the old time hustler, and really just wanted to kill him for bragging rights, and so he would be remembered as the guy who killed O.G. Rell. A thousand thoughts flew through Knowledge’s mind as he pulled up on his Shorty’s block.
Knowledge pulled up in front of the building he was looking for and quickly parallel parked the Expedition. “I hope this bitch is up,” he huffed as he pulled out his cell phone that was only used for pleasure and entertainment. He strolled through the contacts until he found the number he was looking for. On the fifth ring, a girl with a soft voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Yo, what’s good? This Knowledge. What you doing right now?”
“Nothing. Just sitting here watching Flavor Flavwith his ugly ass,” Tosha said in disgusted tone.
“Yo, I’m right downstairs. Come down to the lobby and let me in.”
“Damn, you down stairs right now?” Tosha asked as she quickly snatched her scarf off her head and began raking her hair down with her fingers.
“Yeah, I’m right in front of your building as we speak,” Knowledge said, looking up at her window.
“Okay, give a bitch 10 minutes so I can hop in the shower and freshen up real quick,” Tosha told him as she quickly stripped down to her birthday suit.
“A’ight bet. I’mma run to the corner store real quick.”
“Okay, I’ll be in the lobby by the time you get back from the store,” Tosha said, ending the conversation.
Knowledge smoothly slid out of the driver side of the Expedition and looked over both shoulders before he headed across the street, to the bodega that sat on the corner.
“Let me get four dutches and a pack of Newports,” Knowledge said as he tossed a 20-dollar bill on the counter. “Oh yeah, let me get a pack of those wet & wild condomstoo,” Knowledge suddenly remembered.
Rell sat back in the Honda and watched Knowledge enter the bodega. He glanced over at his shotgun that rested on the passenger seat, then decided that his p89 would be better for the job. Rell slid out the Honda and swiftly walked over towards the bodega, holding his gun with one hand. Before Rell could even reach the bodega, he saw his victim coming out of the bodega. Without hesitation, Rell raised his p89 andpulled the trigger.
“I’m going upstairs to get Coco. If the flames get too high, I want ya’ll to be out through the back door,” G-money said as he covered his mouth and nose with the bottom of his shirt.
“What about you?” Eraser Head asked as his eyes began to water from all the smoke.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” G-money replied as he headed for the stairs. When G-money reached the middle of the steps, he heard gunshots being popped. He quickly turned around and saw an Italian man standing in the doorway, blasting.
Jimmy looked over towards the steps and spotted his target. He quickly let off three more shots beforethrowing two shots in G-money’s direction. The two bullets struck the wall inches away from G-money’s head, leaving two huge smoking holes in the wall.
“Bitch!” G-money growled as he aimed his A.K. at the gunman with a murderous look in his eyes. G-money pulled the trigger and watched as the gun rattled in his hands.
When Jimmy saw G-money wave the A.K. in his direction, he quickly sprinted over towards where the bar area was and dove over the counter, as he heard bulletswhistling past his head.
Once G-money saw the gunman clear the counter, he made a beeline straight to his bedroom. “It’s an Italian nigga downstairs. Go down there and take him out,” G-money ordered as he tossed his A.K. on the bed next to Coco.
“I got you boss man,” the two soldiers yelled out as they hurried down stairs, so they could enter the shoot out.
“What the fuck is going on down there? I can barely fucking breathe,” Coco said in between coughs.
“We gotta get the fuck out of here,” G-money said as his eyes locked on the window. From the look on G-money’s face, Coco already knew what he was thinking. “I ain’t jumping out no fucking window!” She snapped.
“You ain’t got no choice,” G-money said, staringat Coco like maybe this was a hallucination.
The loud gunshots coming from downstairs caused Coco to flinch a little before she responded. “Well I ain’t feeling that plan, so you need to come up with a better one,” she said, before breaking down into a coughing fit.
Meanwhile downstairs, Jimmy sat on the floor with his back against the counter. The heat from the flames had Jimmy’s face sweating like he just finished playing three straight games of basketball, without taking a break. Jimmy took a short breath as he let the clip fall out from the base of his gun, before shoving a full clip back inside the handgun. On the count of three, Jimmy came up from behind the counter firingrecklessly, not caring who he hit. Two of his bullets found fatal homes in the flesh of two of Shorty’s soldier.
“Yo we gotta bail,” Eraser Head yelled as he threw four shots over his shoulder, as he busted out the back door.
Once Shorty and his soldiers saw Eraser Head head for the exit, they quickly followed his lead. Shorty and his crew continued to fire, back peddling out the back door.
When Jimmy saw that the coast was clear, he smoothly headed towards the steps. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he saw what looked like two bodies moving through a cloud of smoke. Without bothering to think twice, he aimed his Beretta at the two figures and pulled the trigger twice, then sat back and watched as the two bodies came tumbling down the stairs.
When G-money heard the shots come from by the steps, he knew he had to do something and do it fast. Having no other options, G-money snatched his .45 from his waistband and sent three shots through his big bedroom window, causing the glass to shatter, but not break. With an animalistic growl, G-money whirled around and grabbed Coco by her arms, and with extreme force, flung her through the shattered glass; not even taking time to see where she landed. G-money turned, let off three shots towards the bedroom door to keep the gunman at bay, as he hopped up on the windowsill, and jumpeddown into a pile of sticky bushes.
G-money quickly hopped out of the bushes, only to find Coco laid out in the grass howling in pain. G-money quickly turned his head as he saw Coco’s ankle twisted in a backwards position. “Ahww shit,” he cursed loudly as he scooped Coco up from out the grass, carried her over to the Yukon,and tossed her in the back seat.