A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Hustlers Prayer- Torture He Wrote.

[Michael]

"Wake yo' bitch made ass up." I yelled pouring the water on Alonzo and watched him squirm in the steel chair where he was tied up.

"The fuck is this?" He yelled.

Chris, Tank, and I laughed. "Nigga drop that hard shit." Chris told him as we continued to laugh.

"So I got a question Alonzo." I smirked pulling up a chair in front of him and sitting down. He just glared me. "Does October 12, 2011 ring any bells?"

His face went flush and his eyes turned red. "Fuck you!" He spit in my face.

I pulled out my gun and aimed between the middle of his eyes without blinking. "You can either speak the fuck up or I can get shit beat outta you and we can leave you down here."

He smirked. "You know I wonder how Aubriana would feel if she knew you were down here playing gangsta."

"Not nearly as bad as she felt when she told me you raped her." He looked at me sideways like he didn't know what the fuck I just said.

"The fuck is you talking about." He snared. "I ain't rape her."

"You tend to forget shit when you black out drunk now you can beat around the brush all you want to but I doubt you leaving this basement alive so you mines tell the truth."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

[Aubriana]

"Nothing I ever do for him is good enough." I sighed sitting on Kj's couch. He and I became closer over the last 3 months. I'd go to Kj before Honey and Heather because well he's easier to talk to.

"Ma being in a relationship ain't neva easy but if you love him you'd accept his flaws just like he accept yours."

I poked out my bottom lip. "I hate when you're right." I folded my arms as he did some southern dance I had never seen before.

Kj is from New Orleans, Louisiana. He moved up here almost a year ago with his mother who died a couple of months ago from cancer. He had his son Malachi only two months after he moved to Compton which wasn't surprising because he had that down south charm and plus he just sexy as hell.

"When are you gon' teach me some of your southern dances." I asked seriously. He always promised but then he'd give me some lame excuse.

"We can do it right na shawty."

I jumped up kicking off my converses and stood in the middle of his living room of his apartment. He played some song I didn't recognize from his phone but it had a fast beat.

"Aight put ya' feet like this." He explained spreading his feet far apart. I did as told then he began to break down the steps part by part until we were able to dance the whole song.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed falling to the floor laughing as I watch Kj try to krump.

"Dats not how it go." He smiled

"No." I laughed.

I guess we were being to loud because his son, Malachi came down the hall rubbing his eyes. Malachi was the cutest thing ever with his two front teeth and curly hair.

"C'mere lil' man." Kj motioned for Malachi to come in his arms but he bee lined and walked over to me laying his head on my chest. I stuck my tongue out at Kj who kissed his teeth.

"Aight remember dat when you need something." I laughed and cradled Malachi in my arms. It reminded so much of Elijah whenever he was sleepy he'd lay his head on my boobs.