My Hustler’s Keeper (4 page)

“First off, Mr. Sincere, I’m not one of those down to ride for hers type of chicks you’re looking to meet. I need someone that will ride for me. And in return I’ll die for him,” she tells me.

“Hmmm, what are you?” I ask.

She laughs out at my question, and then starts swinging the shotgun, she was resting her body on. Hitting me in the face, causing me to fall to my knees.

“I’m what I like to call my hustler’s keeper. You keep me, and I’ll protect you.” She hits me one more time, causing me to black out.

** ** **

I slowly start to open my eyes, just to see Daniel pointing my own gun at me. I watch as his hands shake uncontrollably while sweat drips from his forehead like raindrops. Harmony, my future wife, who I have to admit used her good looks to catch a nigga slipping, is standing beside of Daniel laughing, while three other people stand on each side of me posted up.

“Daniel, what’s going on man?” I look at him with murder in my eyes.

If this nigga turning on me for some money, then when we meet each other in hell he better run for cover.

“Don’t answer that,” Harmony jumps in, and says.

“Matter fact, Daniel, take him out right now and I’ll give you a million dollars in cash,” she tells him.

Damn, I am good as dead. This money hungry nigga has dollar signs in his eyes. And my death is his starting point.

“A...a...a...million dollars?” he stutters.

“A million dollars,” she repeats, taking my .45 out his hands and handing him the double barrel she had recently hit me with.

“Now get rid of him!” she yells out.

“I want two shots going directly in and out of his
Thug Life
tattoo. This nigga ain’t Tupac. He don't deserve to wear that.”

“First off ma, I wear this shit better than Tupac himself. I put the
Thug
in
Thug Life
.” I smirk at her.

I am too cocky, even when I’m about to meet my Lord and Savior. Yeah, my granny always tells me I am too good for my own good.

“Take this cocky nigga out and I’ll double what I just offered you.” She looks me up and down, her eyes still on my abs, resting on my tattoo.

“Daniel, don’t do this. ”

“I can’t kill my homie over a dollar,” Daniel says, shaking his head and handing the shotgun back to her.

Damn, if I could wipe the sweat that is dripping from my head I would. That nigga gave me a scare. But I knew right then and there that I could count on him. Money didn’t run his life the way I thought. Loyalty did.

“We came here together. And if it’s God’s will, we’re going to die in here together.” Daniel says, before moving towards my side and lowering his body next to mines.

My nigga. My nigga. Loyalty goes along way. And with ours we’re going all the way to those golden gates.

“Fuck this sympathy shit!” she yells, while stomping over towards me and punching me in the mouth causing blood to gush out and giving me a set of five rings prints.

“Oh ma, you’re touched by angels. I was taught to never hit a woman. But take me to another room. I’ll fuck you up. And I mean that in a good way.”

I have lust written in my eyes as she rubs her body against mines, giving me the same laugh she chuckles with from earlier.

Lifting my chin, she wipes the blood with her thumb then brings her thumb to my mouth. Slowly opening my mouth, I begin to suck my blood from her thumb while watching as her body starts to tense up. She gives me that laugh again before pulling her thumb out of my mouth and stepping a few inches back.

“Henry, take this pussy out too,” she yells, referring to Daniel.

“I told you, I need someone that will ride for me and in return I’ll die for him.” She licks my earlobe, sending chills throughout my soon-to-be dead body.

“If you weren’t talking so much shit. I would’ve fucked you,” she whispers into my ear, causing my manhood to swell up from the thought of being able to bang her back to another planet.

“Shit, ma, if that’s the case you can untie me and let’s hit one of these other rooms. Fuck me now. And then kill me. At least I could tell God my future wife gave me some pussy before she sent me to meet him.” I watch as her body language tenses up.

“That’s so sweet.” She smiles.

“Yeah, come here let me show you something else that’s sweet.” I lick my lips, giving her that LL Cool J lip action.

That laugh came again.

“But not sweet enough. Henry, take these niggas out.” She raises her hands, giving him the okay.

“Will do sis,” he answers, pointing his gun. “Who’s first?” he asks, as if this shit is a game of tag.

“The Tupac wannabe,” she tells him, pointing her finger at me before giving me a wink.

“I tell you ma, I put the
Thug
in
Thug Life
. But I’ll see you again. Even death won’t stop me from making you my wife.”

“Oh, how sweet.” She smiles, revealing a set of dimples.

Damn, even with death staring me directly in the face, I knew I had to have her.

“Shoot me in the head. One shot, one kill. That way, I’ll know I went out like a thug.” I wink at her, and then direct my attention to Daniel.

“Ready? Aim. Fi—.”

“Don’t do it!” she yells, stopping Henry.

“Loyalty is everything to us. And you two have proven it’s everything to you also. Welcome to our family.” She walks over towards me, reaches her hand over my body, and starts to release me.

“Thank God,” I hear Daniel say.

“A li’l warning Mr. Sincere. The next time you disrespect me, I will take you up on your offer and fuck you then kill you. I’ll send your soul to those Heaven’s gates or to Hell’s kitchen. Free of charge,” she explains to me as she cut the ropes, releasing my hands.

“I understand ma.”

“Welcome to the team Sincere and Daniel,” she tells us, extending both her hands for us to shake.

“Thanks for accepting us. But you know Harmony, you might as well meet me at the alter in your white dress. ‘Cause, after this shit, I have to make you my wife.” I smile, meaning every word. 

This was the day Daniel and I were welcomed to hell. And even death wasn’t going to get us out of it.

My Hustler’s Keeper

-3-

HARMONY

Knock, knock.

Henry taps on the car window, causing me to jump in fear, as he has woke me up from my quick nap.

“What the hell Henry!” I yell, as he gets into the car.

“What? Did I scare you?” He laughs.

“Scary ass.”

“Whatever! What happened up in there?” I ask, changing the subject as if I didn’t hear.

“The same shit, just a different day. Front me the dope, and have Sincere pull up bodies, and have Daniel look after you while him and Mary sit and eat off the fruits of our labor.”

“I don’t need Daniel to look after me.” 

“He might be doing that to look after himself,” Henry says, looking at me.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Talk around town is that the FBI is watching.” He stares me into my eyes, as if the answers were written in them.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“C’mon, Harmony, you work for them.”

“So! That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well he wants to make sure of that.”

“I wanna do a lot of shit to Joe. I wanna make him pay for my heartache and pain. But snitching isn’t one of them. I have too much to lose by talking. Yeah, they’re watching but c’mon, bro. I ride for mines the long way. I’d rather them throw me in the cell then snitch on my family and you know that. And besides if Joe goes down you, Sincere, Daniel, and I will follow right behind him. And I’m not that heartless to take down the ones I love just to get rid of one. Even though I did say I am going to snitch, I love y’all more.”

“I sure hope so,” he says, while starting up his car.

“Where are we going?” I ask, looking at him confused.

“Sincere wants to see you so I’m dropping you off,” he answers.

I rest my head back, as my heart starts to dance with love. I love me some him. I am truly my hustler’s keeper and I’ll do anything to make sure he is safe. Even stay loyal to Joe’s evil and spiteful ways, knowing I should’ve been threw him and Mary under the prison cell and buried the keys with them.

** ** **

Walking inside of Sincere’s six-bedroom house in Wilmette, IL, the only noise I hear is moaning, which is not sitting right in my head, considering that I’m fucking him on the regular, giving him the pussy for breakfast, lunch, afternoon snake and dinner. Shit, I’m even topping it off with a late night snack before bed.

Going up the stairs, the noise grows louder and louder. Pressing my head on the door, I slowly begin to turn the doorknob. I am completely stunned by the outcome. Turning the lights on, relief sweeps across my face. It is Daniel and one of his hos for the night.

“What the fuck Harmony?” he yells, covering up his body.

I stand there laughing to the point that tears are forming in my eyes and then escaping. He just doesn’t know, the angels above touch him. He was about to become a victim to a woman’s heartbreak.

“Get out. This is no longer Sincere’s room. As of today, he’s in the room down the hall so can you please close the door behind you? And turn the lights back out too,” he demands before getting back on top of his ho for the night.

“Hey, Miss Thang. I’m sorry to say this, but you know after he finishes with you it’s on to the next, so I hope you weren’t planning on spending the night.”

“Harmony!” he yells out.

I stand there in my tracks laughing harder. 

“Close the damn door.”

“A’ight. But don’t say I didn’t give you the heads up.” I laugh some more while I close the door and walk off.

“Slick as grease,” I utter, while walking towards the room my love is in.

Opening the door, I watch in the dark as his body tosses and turns. Closing and locking the door behind me, I start to take off my Sunday clothes and then slide my body next to his.

“What took you so long?” he asks, pulling me closer to him.

“I had the wrong room.”

“Aw, my bad. I forgot to tell you,” he laughs.

“Yeah, you did,” I respond, hitting him in the arm.

“I busted in on Daniel and one of his females. I thought it was you; I was about to have a murder scene up in here. But ain’t he messing with your sister?” I ask, knowing she was over here last week with him.

He laughs.

“So what you do? But, yeah, they are fooling around.”

“Shit, he ain’t my man.”

He laughs some more.

“You don’t have to worry about this nigga cheating on you.”

“Aw, how sweet,” I say, kissing him.

“Yeah, I know. I’m a sucker for love. But let’s get some rest. I need you to go somewhere with me.” He wraps me tighter into her embrace.

“Who are you killing this time?” I ask.

“That’s not important. Come closer so I can hold you tighter.”

“We have to hurry up and get out of this game Sincere. Otherwise we will be Joe’s chess pieces for life,” I inform him as I move closer.

“I know ma. I told you I’ma get us both out. And that I will. You just have to trust me. You trust me, right?”

“Of course,” I say with no hesitation.

“Well go to sleep and let me worry about this.” He kisses me.

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” I tell him back. “And only you.”

“I better be the only one,” he replies back, kissing my neck.

“Trust me, you are,” I tell him, trying to not moan from his kisses.

“I thought you said we need to get some sleep?”

“After I get me some good-good,” he says, sliding his hands down my thighs and easing them open.

“Who told you to come in my bed naked?” he whispers into my ear. “You didn’t ask me. You have to ask can you get permission to drive a nigga crazy.”

“I didn’t know I had to ask.”

Sucking on his earlobe, my body begins to get hotter than the Fourth of July as I felt two of his fingers enter my wet pussy.

“Sincere!” I yell out, as I feel his fingers going deeper into my soul.

Moving my hips to his pace while he bites on my nipples, I soon feel a climax beginning to rise. Riding his fingers in a circular motion, I feel my juices starting to flow down from its safe place.

“Ugh, why did you stop?” I am breathing heavy.

I watch as he pulls his fingers out of my safe place, puts them to his lips, opens wide, and sucks them clean. I smile as he then moves his body down, taking his tongue to my safe place where his fingers once were.

“Ooooowweee, shit Sincere,” I moan out, as I feel his tongue roam around my clit.

He places my legs over his shoulders then starts to demolish my pussy, eating it as if it will be his last meal, causing my body to shake and cum quicker than what I expected. I watch as he lifts his head up after feasting on his meal.

“Damn ma, look at what you did,” He says, licking my juices from around his mouth, causing my pussy to jump with excitement.

I start laughing. My body is going up and down, down and up as I’m trying to control my breathing.

“You started it, so I finished it,” I tell him, licking the rest of my sweet substance from off his face.

“And I’ma finish this.”

In a quick motion, he spreads my legs and enters my pussy walls, causing his dick to be eaten alive inside of my safe place.

Wrapping my legs around his back, and my arms around his neck, I begin to hold on tight as he takes my body up and down, down and up like a dangerous rollercoaster ride. He starts off slow to get me warmed up and just when I least expect it, he takes me to the top, causing my heart to race uncontrollably, making me feel like I am having a heart attack. And just when I think the ride will be over and my body will go back down to normal, he starts the process all over again.

“I love you Sincere,” I whisper into his ear.

Without speaking he continues to please me, dick hitting all of the right spots, causing my body to shake like I’m a stripper.

Without warning he releases me from his grip, slides out, and then places my body into a doggy style position. Then he grabs a handful of my brownish hair.

“Aw shit, Sincere. I’m about to cummm,” I cry out in pleasure.

As if my juices heard my cries, on point they start to flow as if they are the floods that started Hurricane Katrina. A couple seconds and grinds later, Sincere climaxes right after me.

“Damn, that was the shit,” he says breathing heavily, falling onto my back.

“Get your heavy ass off me!” I yell out from under him.

Mushing me in the head, he then rolls off of me and afterwards lies on his side of the bed. He pulls me into his arms and tightly wraps me in his loving embrace.

“Now we can go to sleep together,” he says, before placing a juicy kiss on my lips and neck.

“I love you Sincere.”

“Who are you?” he whispers in my ear.

“My hustler’s keeper.”