Memoirs Of A Hustler

twelve.

"So have you thought over what we briefly discussed the other day?" Tru questioned as he rested his hands on the cherry wood desk.

Cortez cleared his throat as he looked at the security guards that stood at each corner of the room. He had no choice but to take him up on his offer. Tru didn't take no for an answer.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to work for you? What do I get in return?"

"In return? Fuck you mean? You work for me! That's what you get in return!" Tru yelled at him.

"If I work for Benny—"

"If you work for Benny what?" Tru sat the cold steel on his desk, making Cortez nervous. "Finish your sentence?"

     "Y—You got a deal." Cortez told him, never taking his eyes off of the pistol.

"Good." Tru grinned. "Welcome to my team."

     Tru laughed as he watched Cortez run out of the room like a little bitch. He didn't know it yet, but he just signed his life over to Tru. There was only one way you could leave Tru's circle. And that was with a bullet between your eyes.

     After watching his Uncle make quick money on the streets, Tru knew he wanted to enter the fast life. Before, he was clocking minor figures but once he was introduced to the game, he became money hungry. Robbing, killing, you name it. Now, he was greedy and hated sharing. He wasn't gonna stop until the city was his.

     Ricky entered the room, dragging Simone by her arm. She could barely keep up due to the six-inch heels she was currently strutting in. She frowned in disgust at the crackhouse turned stash house. "I thought you was takin' me to Bonefish Grille? Why the fuck are we here?"

     "I told you I had to handle some business first. Damn! Fuckin' ask too many damn questions!" Tru laughed as the two went back and forth. "So this is your little snitch? Why the fuck did you bring her here?"

     "Because I—"

     "Nigga who the fuck is you? You actin' like I wanna be in a place like this! It stinks in here!" She yelled and gagged as the smell of hot piss hit her nose. Tru forcefully grabbed her chin, making her look him directly in the face. "Watch it bitch. You lucky I don't put a hot one in between your eyes just for talkin' to me."

     He glanced down at her curvy physique, smiling like a kid in a candy store. "Hm, you lucky 'ion make you get on yo knees. Now Ricky, why the fuck you bring this bitch here?"

     Ricky kissed his teeth as Tru ran his thumb over her lips. She shivered at his touch. In a split second, her life flashed before her eyes. She knew she wouldn't leave in one piece if she moved a muscle. So, she stayed put until Tru was done with her. "This is Benji's old chick, Simone. She willing to give up his friends, where he live, and maybe even information on his stash house."

     "Is that right?" A small, creepy smile crept of Tru's face once she took a huge gulp. She never agreed to giving up Benji's stash house simply because she didn't know where it was. He never took her there. "Well Simone, as long as you keep your word, I won't kill you. Now, get outta my sight."