Free A Hustler's Son II by T. Styles Page A

certified bitches out here, slim. So when and if you do see me wit’ one, best believe she’ll be under lock and key,” Spikes said as the waitress came over bringin’ they usual drinks.
    “You sure that’s it?” Kyope questioned. “Cuz I can’t have not botty-boy on my team.”
    “Whateva, man. Just cuz I ain’t trippin’ off females don’t mean I don’t love pussy. I probably get more pussy than all you mothafuckas put togetha! I just don’t brag on mine all the time.”
    I was still listenin’ ‘til “O” walked up to me. She was wearin’ a red lace bodysuit and every curve of her body was revealed.
    “What time you want me to do it, Aven?” Orgasmic asked, runnin’ her tongue over her lips. She sat on me, pretendin’ to give me a lap dance so that our conversation wouldn’t look suspicious.
    Wit’ the thickness of her ass in my lap, I whispered, “Do it now.”
    Her head turned slightly so she could see me. The smell of weed and perfume lingered in the air next to her. She must’ve smoked the dro I gave her earlier so she could relax. I was happy cause this bitch tried to bail out on me three times since our agreement. After I told her how much it would mean to me, she agreed to go through with it. Her eyes told me she hoped afterwards, I’d be wit her.
    “Aven…don’t worry, I’m not gonna let you down,” she said softly windin’ her hips in my lap harder.
    I told her my name was Aven. It was sure for Avenge.
    “I ain’t worried. I know you got me on this. But I’ma need you to do it in the next five minutes,” I told her as she started windin’ like she was puttin’ in work for real. “You remember what you ‘sposed to do, right?”
    “Yep. Cuz after this, I’m goin’ back to Atlanta. Ain’t nothin’ here for me no way but trouble. Just make sure you give me my money.”
    I knew O wasn’t doin’ this for the two thousand dollars I promised her after it was done. She was doin’ it for me. I don’t know what brought her up from Atlanta, cuz I never asked, but I knew strippin’ wasn’t in her blood. I neva asked too many questions ‘bout her past cuz I ain’t want her askin’ me shit ’bout mine.
    “Okay…let me get ready.” She eased off me just before I got hard. I slid her a $20 bill to make the fake lap dance appear legit. “I gotta smoke again,” she said before she disappeared into the thickness of the club. When she was gone, I focused back on my target. Kyope had just gotten off a call and appeared vexed. I listened closer to what he was sayin’.
    “Where, Jarvis at?” Kyope questioned his men, placin’ his phone back on his hip. “A lot of shit been happenin’ in the past few months and I’m sick of excuses.”
    “He wit’ that bad ass bitch I was tellin’ you ‘bout earlier. He ain’t comin’ out tonight, Kyope. You know wit’ that shit that just happened wit’ his sister.” Prangsta told him. Kyope sipped on his drink and I could tell he was tryin’ to calm down.
    “You want anotha one?” The waitress asked, Kyope. He said no and then she asked Crane.
    Crane was also muscle but he had a flaw. He was deaf. When I asked O how it happened, she said she didn’t know much about him. Just that he was shot in one ear and the bullet went out the other. Although he was deaf, he could read lips. He was nicknamed Crane cuz he always wore a navy blue one piece uniform and a navy blue hat. The work uniform came from Crane Construction company, the place he use to work before he got wit’ Kyope.
    When Crane nodded that he wanted the usual, E & J Brandy on ice, O seductively walked over to the table. I sat up straight to get a better view wit’out starin’ too hard. And when I did, I saw Crane lookin’ at me. We made eye contact a few times in the past and I never understood why. He always seemed to be focused on me. Like he was studyin’ me or somethin’. Sometimes I thought he was on to me. And other times I charged it to bein’