Tears of a Hustler 2 Read Free

Just let me know where we going and it’s on and
popping,” Knowledge said from the back seat.
“Florida,” G-money said in an even tone. “That chick I
bagged from the club the night I got shot, Ashley, she said she
has an apartment out in Florida. So I want ya’ll toset up shop in
her apartment and get this money.”
“A’ight, bet that shit sound like easy money,” Skip said,
shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah but I don’t want ya’ll going out there on some
cowboy shit. Ya’ll niggaz go out there on some lowkey, laid back
shit and get this money. Ashley is going to have all the drugs
and guns in her car. All ya’ll have to do is follow her in separate
cars, dig?”
“How long are we staying out there?” Knowledge asked. “For a month,” G-money replied quickly. “I should be
done found a connect by then.”
“So where we headed now?” Knowledge asked. “Skip is dropping me off at Mr. Goldberg’s office. He left
me a message talking about he needed to holla at me. After he
drops me off, I want ya’ll to go pack ya’ll shit and get ready for
this trip.”
* * * *
    Rell entered the small diner with Debo and Mad Dogin tow. As soon as Rell entered the small restaurant, he saw Frankie sitting in a booth in the back of the diner.
    “Glad you could make it on such short notice,” Frankie said, forcing a smile on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck all this bullshit! Let’s get straight down to business. What’s up with you raising your prices?” Rell asked, not hiding the fact that he didn’t like theItalian man. “I’m not raising the prices that high,” Frankie protested. “Listen if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it,” Rell shot back.
“Listen Rell, my peoples are having a little trouble getting the stuff in,” Frankie said, sipping on his coffee.
“That don’t have shit to do with me. You go take that shit up with Detective Nelson, that’s between ya’ll two. I’m not paying no increase because you scared to talk to Detective Nelson!”
“You don’t have no choice. You’re going to haveto pay the increase, that’s just how the game goes,” Frankie said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
With the quickness of a cat, Rell reached over the table and slapped the shit out of Frankie. “You must got shit twisted around here,” Rell growled as he as shot to his feet, snatching his P89 from his waistband. “You don’t tell me what fucking choices I have,” he said as he slapped Frankie twice across his face, but this time he did it with the toast (gun) in his hand. Once other diners saw the gun, they quickly exitedthe small diner.
“Open ya fucking mouth,” Rell growled, taking off the safety as he placed half of the barrel in Frankie’smouth. “I’m not paying these high ass prices. You make those other clowns pay extra, you understand?”
Frankie nodded his head.
“And if any of your spaghetti eating friends have a problem, ya’ll know where to find me,” Rell said as he gave Frankie one last slap across his face. “Bitch ass nigga,” Rell said over his shoulder as he peeled four, hundred dollars bills off of his huge knot of cash and handed it to the waitress. “Sorry about the trouble I caused,” he said as the trio made their exit.
“I can’t stand that fake mafia motherfucker,” Rell huffed as he placed a blunt between his lips.
“He really tried to make us pay extra for some shit he don’t want to take up with Detective Nelson,” Rell said to no one in particular.
“Don’t even worry about that slick hair cocksucker. If he even think about retaliating, I’m going to take care of him personally,” Debo said, never taking his eyes off the road.
“Retaliate,” Rell echoed. “I wish he would.”
* * * *
    “What’s up? You wanted to see me?” G-money asked, stepping inside Mr. Goldberg’s office.
“Yeah I was just on my way to go visit Ali. Why don’t you come take a ride with me?” Mr. Goldberg said, looking at Gmoney for a response.
“Cool