Tears of a Hustler PT 1 Read Online Free Page A

making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Immediately Skip pulled over across the street from the dice game.
    “ Yo, tell me that’s not Calvin right there.” “Yeah that’s that bitch ass nigga right there,” Skip confirmed. “What that clown owe you some money or something? “Yeah he fucked up some money back in the day, but Ali told me to give him a pass. He just told Calvin never to come back on the block. Now this nigga must think something is sweet,” G-money said as he slid out the passenger seat.
    As soon as Calvin saw G-money and Skip coming across the street, he already knew what time it was. “Look G-money its not what you think,” Calvin said copping a plea. “I was just leaving.” “So you mean to tell me you wasn’t over here rolling dice,” G-money asked getting all up in Calvin’s face. “Nah I was just passing through,” Calvin lied afraid to make eye contact with the killer standing in front of him. “How much money you got on you?” “Not much why?” “Listen I ask the questions around here chump,” G-money said poking Calvin in his head with his index finger. “I got about five hundred on me” “Let me see that real quick,” G-money said nonchalantly. “What…my money,” Calvin asked somewhat confused. “You must think it’s a game,” G-money growled searching through the man’s pockets vigorously, until he found what he was looking for. “Damn that’s fucked up G-money,” Calvin said in a light mumble. “What,” G-money barked loudly causing Calvin to flinch. “You’re lucky I caught you instead of Ali,” G-money said as he chuckled lightly. “Enjoy the rest of your day brother,” G-money yelled over his shoulder as he walked off. “I almost forgot to give this mutha fucka a warning,” G-money said as he clutched his .45 and made a U turn.
    Before he got a chance to even do anything, Skip had already sent a hot slug into Calvin’s hip bone. G-money watched Calvin lay on the ground holding his hip. “Stay the fuck off the block next time,” he chuckled as he and Skip hopped back in the ride and peeled off.
     
     
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    “ How do I look,” Coco asked stepping out of the backroom. “Like a whore as usual,” Nancy replied half-jokingly. Coco stepped out of the backroom wearing some black spandex fitting jeans, a black wife beater, along with some red four inch heel pumps to match her red headband that added more features to her pretty face. Coco favored Mariah Carey except her skin was a few shades darker.
    “Yeah it’s on tonight,” Coco said excitedly as she poured herself a drink. “I don’t know why you love going out with drug dealers and criminals all the time,” Nancy said playfully. “Well at least they don’t beat my ass,” Coco yelled over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
    Nancy sucked her teeth. “Fuck you. Ain’t no man going to put their hands on me again.” “I know because your girl is gonna always have your back, and hold you down,” Coco said planting a kiss on her best friend’s forehead. Coco’s ringing cell phone interrupted the best friend bond.
    “Hello,” she answered. “Yo, I’m downstairs ma. Don’t have me waiting all day,” the voice on the other end said. “Okay I’m coming down right now,” Coco said closing her cell phone. “Okay girl I’m out. Don’t wait up for me.” Coco grinned as she stepped out the front door.
    As soon as Coco stepped out of the building she spotted G-money’s black Range Rover. G-money hopped out of the Range sporting a snug fitting thermal shirt, with his jeans slightly hanging off his butt, along with a fresh pair of black Nike boots. The only jewelry that he wore was a nice watch, a chunky bracelet, and two diamond studded ear rings. “Hey babes what’s up,” Coco said as she gave G-money a hug followed by a kiss on the cheek. “Waiting to get up with ya sexy ass,” G-money said cupping both of her ass cheeks in the middle of the