Tears Of A Hustler

Chapter 9 : Getting Back To Old Times

“Click Clack, yo I say we go twist them niggaz caps the fuck back right now,” Debo said loading his dessert eagle.

“Be patient. G-money and the rest of those clowns are going to get what’s coming to them,” Rell said pacing back and forth in his small one bedroom apartment’s living room. “First thing we gotta get our money right. Can’t go to war unless your paper is up feel me?”

“I feel you. So we just let G-money and those chumps get a pass,” Debo asked somewhat confused.

“Negative at the end of the month we make our move on those chumps.”

“But why so long,” Debo asked ready for some action.

“Listen Debo, you’re going to have to trust me. I’ve been doing this for too long not to know what I’m doing, feel me? Niggas don’t call me MJ for nothing. The one thing I’ve learned from sitting in a cage for all those years is that you must have patience. Now we already took over four corners. By the end of the week we should have eight corners,” Rell said looking at his right hand man. “You can’t do shit without money.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that shit,” Debo responded cracking his knuckles.

Debo was what you called a beast. He stood at 6”4 and weighed 250 pounds solid. Rell met Debo in prison and kind of put the big man under his wing. He made him read plenty of books, and also schooled him on the game, not the drug game but the game of life. Rell promised Debo that if he stuck with him, and remained loyal, that he would make him a rich man. And everybody who knows Rell, know that when he makes a promise he keeps it.

“Damn I feel sorry for Gerald. The crazy part is I used to like the boy,” Rell said letting out a light chuckle. “Come on lets go pick up this money.”

“Lets do it,” Debo replied as the two exited the small apartment.