“Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them,” Detective Nelson yelled as he aimed his .44 magnum at Ali and the Jewish man sitting next to him.
“Don’t even think about it,” Big Mel yelled aiming his twin .45’s at the Detective.
“Damn you scared the shit outta me,” Ali said as he gave the Detective a pound. “Big Mel its cool, Detective Nelson was just joking,” Ali said to his twenty-four hour bodyguard.
Ali paid Detective Nelson $20,000 every month to keep the FEDS off of his ass and to keep his crew from behind bars. Detective Nelson also took care of all of Ali’s competition. Detective Nelson would immediately shut down any crew that was making money, and then let Ali put some workers in that same spot. Ali had the master plan, and whoever didn’t like it just stayed broke and hated from the sideline. He was the boss and G-money was the under boss.
“I’m glad you came over here cause, I need to holla at you,” Ali said handing Detective Nelson a brown paper bag full of cash.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I got a little problem. There’s these cats out in Brooklyn that call themselves opening up shop. G-money’s been begging me to let him go handle that, but I put him on hold because I don’t want to draw up too much attention. You dig?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it first thing tomorrow morning,” Detective Nelson said as he stood up to leave.
“Aight, let me know when you take care of that, so that I can send a few workers up there with some packs.”
“No problem,” Detective Nelson responded.
“Yo, Big Mel show Detective Nelson to the door,” Ali ordered as he went and continued his conversation with his Jewish lawyer.
When Big Mel returned, Ali noticed that he had a sour look on his face. “What’s wrong,” Ali asked.
“I don’t trust that fucking cop. There’s something fishy about that mother fucker.” Big Mel said.
“I don’t trust him either, but we gotta do what we gotta do, you dig? Everything with that white boy is strictly business; can’t have friends like him because people like him will turn on you in a New York minute,” Ali stated plainly.
“Just be careful boss man, cause I don’t like that fool,” Big Mel replied.
Big Mel’s job was to protect Ali from anything or anybody looking to hurt him. Big Mel was an ex-high school line backer. The only problem was that he wasn’t too smart, so people in school called him dumb. But on the streets he was as smart as they came, and sharper than a thumb tack. Big Mel didn’t talk much, instead he let his actions do all the talking for him.
“Yo Mel get G-money on the phone and tell him to make sure he has somebody pick up that protection money from all of our spots before the week is out,” Ali ordered.
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Tears Of A Hustler
Short StoryAli 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...
