“What’s good my nigga. We gonna do this or what,” Skip asked getting frustrated.
“Yeah, let me light this spliff up real quick,” G-money answered lighting up the finger thick blunt. “Now I’m ready,” he said letting out a light cough as he and his five man entourage hopped out of the Yukon, heading across the street to the bodega on the corner.
When G-money entered the bodega, he noticed that the small store was packed with customers. Immediately he went straight to the counter, skipping the long line. “What’s up Oscar? You don’t look too happy to see me,” G-money said blowing smoke in the Spanish man’s face.
“G-money what’s good? I was just about to call you,” Oscar lied from behind the counter.
“So what happen? Ya phone got cut off? You don’t got no minutes? What?”
Before Oscar could reply a construction worker standing at the end of the line decided he should voice his opinion. “Hey motherfucker I know you see this long line back here,” he yelled out. G-money looked the construction worker up and down, and then turned to Skip and gave him the go ahead nod. Before the construction worker knew it, Skip pulled out his .45 and broke his nose, sending the big man crashing to the ground.
“Yo, everybody take whatever ya’ll want and get up out of here,” G-money ordered. Once the last customer exited the bodega, Skip closed and locked the front door.
“Every month it’s the same thing, and you know Ali wants to get paid on the first of every month,” G-money said putting his blunt out on Oscar’s shirt.
“Come on baby, you know I wouldn’t fuck with you or Ali’s money,” Oscar said attempting to sound firm.
In one quick motion G-money slapped Oscar twice, and then snatched him over the counter. “Yo, open up the freezer in the back,” he ordered as he watched his goons do as they were told.
“Listen to me carefully Oscar,” G-money said kneeling down so that he could have Oscar’s full attention. “If I take you to that freezer you ain’t coming back,” he warned.
“Come on. All that isn’t called for because I got the money behind the counter,” Oscar announced through a pair of bloody lips.
“So give me the fucking money so I can go already.”
Oscar quickly scrambled to his feet to go fetch G-money his money. “Here you go. Sorry about that,” Oscar said speaking with his head down.
“All the coke you sell out of this bodega and you still playing games like a fucking kid? If Ali didn’t like you so much I would’ve been smoked ya’ stupid ass,” G-money snarled looking Oscar up and down.
“I’m sorry G-money. I promise that something like this will never happen again.”
“It better not! Have that protection money same time every month,” G-money said as he and his crew exited Oscar’s bodega.
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Tears Of A Hustler
Storie breviAli is a drug dealer slash business man who tries to change the way the game is played by giving back to the community. But at the same time he has to keep a close eye on his childhood crime partner G-Money who has a strong hatred for the police...
