A Hustler's Son II (17 page)

Sunday, 2:45 pm

****

If you want some shit done you gotta do it your damn self!

-Skully

Skully had called Kenosha repeatedly. He figured she wasn’t answering the phone after the beating he’d given her at the hotel. But as far as he was concerned, he’d given her enough time to get over it and get back to work. The longer he didn’t hear from her, and the more he did business with Kyope only to find that Jarvis was still alive, the angrier he became. He hadn’t even spoken with Kelsi.

If it’s too easy, somethin’s gotta get hard.

-Kelsi

I sat in the livin’ room wit’ Bricks and his brother Melvin discussin’ our latest caper. I checked on O before we came into my apartment, and she said she was sleep. I just hoped she stayed that way. I walked to the apartment window to look out. I wanted to make sure nobody was out there watchin’. I ain’t see nobody.

“So he went for it again?” Bricks asked sittin’ on the couch wit’ his brother. “This cat has to be the dumbest nigga who ever entered the game.”

“I know, man. Everything went smooth. I’m just happy ya’ll niggas got ya aim on point,” I laughed for the first time since everything happened. It felt good to be amongst real niggas. “Cuz them bullets was whizzin’ awfully close to my head, slim.”

“I wasn’t goin’ shoot your, young ass,” Melvin laughed. “I’m a beast wit’ that hammer. Don’t forget who the first mothafucka was who taught
you
how to hold.”

“You never did tell me why you
really
here,” Bricks said.

“I was thinkin’ the same thing,” Melvin added. “You out here on your own fuckin’ wit’ some heavyweights. You betta be careful son.”

“Do it look like I ain’t been careful?” I laughed. “If these niggas was so thorough, we wouldn’tve been able to get away wit’ what we have. It’s child’s play.”

“Yeah aight,” Melvin said. His tone let me know that he felt I was overstayin’ my welcome in New York. “I think you should count your chips and come back home while you still can.”

“Look…I wanna holla at you ‘bout that Keisha thing,” he said as he sipped his beer. “I don’t know what she told you before she died, but I neva touched that girl. I would neva break our bond over no female. No disrespect to shawty since she dead and all, but that’s my word.”

I couldn’t say shit cuz it was my mother who told me he was disloyal. She told me she saw Keisha and Bricks at a restaurant alone. And when I went to school the next day, I seen them laughin’ it up in the hallway. I just assumed she was right. I wouldn’t be surprised if moms got it fucked up though. Bricks was always a real nigga. Plus he openly made comments ‘bout how fine Keisha was. A nigga on some cruddy shit ain’t settin’ himself up like dat.

“It’s all good. We ova that shit now.” I told him ignorin’ the issue. “It’s ‘bout dat paper now, man. I’m tryin’ go back and live like a King.”

“But you believe me, right?” Bricks persisted.

This nigga was blowin’ me.

I wanted him to let that shit go, but he kept pressin’ it. Right before I told him to drop the issue, his eyes grew big as he looked at somethin’ behind me. My heart raced. Had I been caught slippin’? On impulse I went for my heat in my jeans and when I turned around, the barrel of my gun was facing O’s small face. She threw her arms up in the air.

“Nigga, do you realize what you almost did?” I asked him puttin’ my glock back on my waist. “I was ‘bout to smoke her ass thinkin’ somebody got in here.”

“And you right. I should just fall back and enjoy you while I can. And since you are right, I want to do something for you. Sit down on the couch.”

Her eyes were seductive and her mannerisms sexual. I decided to play along. Anything was better than hearin’ her mouth and havin’ her question me ‘bout my whereabouts. I was anxious. And I ain’t been anxious in a long time.

Part of the reason I ain’t sleep wit’ her was cuz I wanted to keep a clear head. And sex clouds judgment. There was a lot of things I had to do when I came to New York and I wanted to be smart. I could get pussy anywhere at anytime. But now, since things were going well, I decided to take a little reward. O disappeared into the bedroom and I watched her ass wiggle in my white t-shirt she was wearing.

When she came back she had on one of her stripper costumes. It was hot pink. O put the lights on dim and turned the stereo system on. The Isley Brother’s,
Don’t Say Goodbye,
blasted from the speakers. She was fluid in her motions as she danced a few feet away from me. Wit’ her back faced me, she made her ass cheeks jump one at a time. Takin’ one look at me over her shoulders, she slowly whined. She was a pro. I smiled. She winked.

Bendin’ down in front of me, she moved like a snake as she got on her hands and knees wit’ her ass in the air. I could see straight through her outfit and inside that pink pussy. Suddenly I wondered how it was possible for me to avoid her for so long. She was the sexiest woman I seen in a long time. For the first time, I
really
noticed her. On her hands and knees, she moved toward me like a cat, ass windin’ behind her. Now standin’ up, she straddled me lookin’ into my eyes.

“Aven, make love to me,” she begged. My dick was trynna bust through my jeans.

“Pleasseeeee,” she continued.

“We can’t do this,” I said as her mouth covered mine, but I broke the kiss. “I ain’t trynna hurt you shawty. There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

“I don’t care, Aven. I don’t care. Let me take care of you. You won’t be disappointed,” she said pressin’ her warm tongue within’ my mouth. “Let’s get away from New York. Together.”

“You know I can’t do that,” I said in between heavy breaths.

She was a seducer. And a good one at that. Wit’out permission, she freed my dick from my jeans. I wanted to feel her. She lifted up slightly and put me inside of her tight wet hole.
Fuck
! Why did she have to feel so good? I grabbed her ass and pushed into her while she rotated her hips like an album on a record player. She was the best. Better than Kenosha and Keisha put together. I knew I was gonna have to hit this again before everything was all said and done. My jeans were soaked with her juices and I felt her tremblin’. She was ’bout to cum. It was good thing cuz I was ‘bout to cum too.

“Ahhhhhh…please don’t stop,” she said softly. “I’m cummin’…please.” I gripped her tighter and pushed as deep as I could in her.

“I love you, Kelsi.”

It took only a second before I realized she said my name. My
real
name. Still, I bust inside her. She fell into my chest, her breaths heavy.

“What you call me?” I asked trynna regain control.

She took a few more heavy breaths before lookin’ into my eyes. “Kelsi…I called you Kelsi.”

I tossed her of me, cut the lights on and looked at her. Her naked body sat on the hardwood floor. “How you know my name?” I asked standin’ over top of her pullin’ up my jeans

“I heard your friend say it the other night when he called. Plus your tattoo says it. I always wondered what it meant.” Fuck! I forgot about my tattoo and I forgot to tell Bricks not to call me by my government name. What bugged me the most was that she knew more than I wanted her too.

“My name is, Aven. Don’t ever call me, Kelsi again.” Her head dropped.

“Kel…I mean, Aven,” she said standin’ up. “I care about you. I really do. But you won’t let me in. I just wanna take care of you. I don’t know who hurt you in the past but I won’t. I promise. I’m not like that. Why do you think I haven’t gone to Atlanta yet?”

“I want you outta here when I get back!” I told her as I grabbed my jacket and my car keys. “And if you still here when I get back, it’s goin’ be trouble.”

“Aven…please. What can I do to make you trust me? I know you said you didn’t wanna know much about me. But I wanna tell you anyway. My real name is Constance Brail. My mother and father-,”

I heard her cryin’ when my door closed but I couldn’t be concerned wit’ that. She violated and I wanted her gone.

Monday, 10:10 pm

****

They all may be blind but I can see.

-Jarvis

Jarvis sat in his May Bach waiting for Prangsta to pull up on a quiet Brooklyn residential street. It was a dark cool night. He had a mission that he wanted him to complete and he knew he was the best man for the job. Fifteen minutes later, Prangsta appeared driving a white Mercedes. He was dressed in all black and his dreads were cut. He cut them to represent mourning Spikes. The cars were parked so that the driver’s side windows were side by side.

“What you need me to do?” Prangsta asked through the window of his car. Jarvis could tell he was high. Ever since Spikes was murdered, Prangsta used alcohol and drugs to get by. And since his love affair with Spikes was secret, he had to deal with his emotions on his own.

“The bitch ya’ll thought Kelsi killed. You know, the one who snatched ya’ll tools at the club. She’s stayin’ wit’ him. The freak, Jewels told me where they livin’. All I had to do was take this bitch out to eat and she gave it all up.”

“I was throwin’ Kay’s stuff out my crib, and ran ‘cross this journal. First off this bitch’s name was Kenosha but I’m not trippin’ off of that shit. When I read the journal and saw the name said Helena I had to get high. She was goin’ by the name Janet. And get this…the boy Skully helped her get away when we tried to take her out for tryin’ to rob Kyope,” Jarvis continued. “She was in Maryland the whole time, man!”

“Damn!”

“I know, nigga. When I saw the name Kelsi, I remembered bein’ at Jarvis’ place. I knew I seen that kid somewhere before when his glasses came off. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know what he want from me, but if he came all the way out here, it must be personal.”

“I don’t know and I don’t give a fuck. That bitch can get it too if she want it. And since her son want it so bad, he ain’t gotta look no further.”

“So Aven is really Helena’s kid?” he asked shaking his head in disbelief. “Hold up…you think he had anything to do with all the shit that’s been happenin’ to us lately? You know, wit’ the shops gettin’ hit?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jarvis continued looking away. “He must have help though cause it seems like most of the shit happened before he showed up. I haven’t put everything together yet. But I figure once we get Kelsi’s young ass, we’ll get all the answers we need. I got Crane out lookin’ for him now.”

Prangsta felt crazy for believing Aven was on the up and up. He had actually grown to like the little nigga.

“What you want me to do wit’ the bitch once I get her?”

“Bring her to me. Alive. I have my own plans for her. Whateva you do, don’t let Kelsi see you. If he’s near her, wait ‘til she alone. You know he ain’t got no problem bustin’ his gun but Crane can handle his ass.”

“I got it,” Prangsta said. “It’s war!”

“Nigga it’s been war! Where you been at?”