A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Huslters Prayer- Not Again.

[Aubriana]

I wasn't about to let Michael sweet talk his way outta this shit. We stood toe to toe not saying a word.

"Are you gonna tell me why you have this or not?" I slapped the light folder on the table.

"You ain't ready to hear it the true."

I crossed my arms. "Don't tell me what I'm ready for Michael." I felt the tears coming but I fused to let them fall. I'm tired of crying and being so stressed, it's time for me to put on my big girl panties and stop feeling sorry for myself, I guess the old Aubriana has to come out again.

He lightly shoved passed me and went into the room like we wasn't just having a conversation. I walked right behind him, I wasn't about to take this shit lightly.

"Michael just tell me." I pressed.

He stared up at me as he sat on the bed. I hated that he wasn't responding and every second of silence was starting to piss me off so to get his attention I'll have to fuck some shit up. I started throwing whatever I could to get my hands on to get him to notice I was there. for the first couple of seconds he carelessly played around on his phone but when a book came in contact with his head he jumped up and pinned me against the wall.

"You wanted attention know you have it." He said in my face.

Was I scared? hell yeah because I had never seen this side of Michael. Was I gonna show it? fuck nah because I knew for a fact Michael would never hit me.

"Why do you have it?"

He let me go then walked over to the bed where he placed his head in his hands and sighed. My face soften as I walked over and slung my arm over his shoulder.

"Baby I'm not gonna judge you just please tell what's going on."

"Bri you wouldn't understand I'm a fuck up." He looked at me. "Always have been. When I was 14 my mom kicked me out cause she knew I sold drugs to help pay the bills and shit since my bum ass dad left when I was younger. I met a nigga name Savage that helped me into the street life and since then I've been dealing and making my own way." Michael explain.

I didn't see how him selling drugs had anything to do with the picture in the folder.

"But how does that have anything to do with you the picture?"

He sighed. "Selling was cool for a minute but I needed money that would pay bills and keep food on my table so Savage offered me a position helping him..." His voice trailed off.

"Helping him do what?" I asked curious.

He jumped up fast then started pacing the floor. I watched him with so much curiosity and so many things were going through my mind I was starting to think I should've never said anything.

"It can't be that bad." I said more to myself then him.

"I umm well its really hard to explain."

He didn't have to say anything because the same way he was standing and shuddering reminded me of Alonzo when he first told me he killed people for that Nigga Nice.

"Your basically a hit man right?"

He looked at me shocked. I chuckled was this really happening to me again? I asked myself. How did I not see this coming, he had me fooled with his chivalrous ways and adorable smile.

"How'd you know?" He asked coming over to me.

"You and Alonzo have something in common." I spat coldly.