Falling for a Hustler: A Benton Harbor Love Story Read Online Free PDF

to do business with you on my behalf. Bro, make sure you don’t fuck shit up! I ain’t just fucking with no random ass nigga. That bitch is head of the Suarez Mafia!” I whispered.
    “I got you my nigga. You already know I don’t fuck around when it comes to business.”
    I had never known for Tyriq to fuck up some money, but I still needed him to understand how serious this shit was. Once I was sure he understood, I changed the subject.
    “You see Journee around?” I watched as his head dropped.
    “I ain’t want to be the one to say it, but I think that bitch set you up bro.”
    I bit my jaw. “How you figure that?”
    “That day you went to court, I sat outside. I saw her come out the door with a big ass smile on her face. A black Jag pulled up to the front, and she jumped in. Before it pulled off, I saw her kissing on that nigga Bird. They been out here flossin and shit heavy, man.”
    “Really?”
    I ain’t wanna believe the shit, but I knew Tyriq wouldn't lie about something so simple. The bitch I fell in love with was fuckin grimey. I knew the shit was true, cause that nigga Bird wasn't out there in the streets like that. Nigga ain’t have not one hustlin bone in his body, but he stunted like a muthafucka. Shit, the fuckin Jag he was driving came from the lil bands he got from his mama life insurance when she died.
    “You want me to handle that?” Riq wasn't my right hand for nothing. That nigga breathed murder, and whenever I needed somebody to disappear, I always made sure I hit him up.
    “Nah, I gotta see about getting this paperwork about my case first. If she snitched, her name gon’ be in that report and if it is, I wanna handle that bitch. This shit personal, man. I got five fuckin years behind this bitch!” I semi-yelled.
    Me and Tyriq caught up a little more before he had to leave. I went back to my cell with so much on mind it was crazy. I didn't know how I would go about things, but I knew for a fact if Journee’s name showed up on any of my shit, I was killing that bitch!

 
    Brick
     
    Present Day
     
    I don’t know how the fuck shit happened, but after only doing a year, a nigga was walking up out that bitch! As I was signing out, the nigga at the window tried to give me the clothes and shit I got locked up with, but I declined ‘em. All I wanted was my wallet, my keys, and earrings. The rest of that shit they could trash. I ain’t need a reminder of being sent to that bitch.
    As soon as the gates opened, I saw Tyriq posted up on a brand new Range with his little brother Jaeden standing next to him. Jaeden was twenty-two and always trying to get put on. He was a beast at football and had a lot of NFL recruiters looking his way, so we always tried our best to keep him out of trouble. If he needed something for his dorm or anything in general, we made sure he got it and made sure money stayed in his pockets.
    “What kinda bird don’t fly?” Jaeden said, laughing when I made it to the truck.
    “The only bird I know that don’t fly is ya mama B.” Jaeden’s mouth dropped, and we all fell out laughing. “Let’s get the fuck away from this bitch. A nigga need a shower and some fucking real clothes. I feel like a muhfuckin bum out here.” I ran my hands over my dreads. My shit was all fucked up! I needed a lining and a retwist ASAP.
    We got in the Range and Riq wasted no time pulling off and passing me a fat ass blunt. “Aye man, I already got shit lined up for you bro. Mariah at the crib waiting, so she can twist you up.”
    I nodded my head and listened to him, but my mind was elsewhere. As soon as I got myself together, I was gonna pay Richard a visit. Shit wasn’t right, and I needed to know how the fuck he didn't know about a witness, or how the shit with the judge got fucked up. There was no way I was supposed to see the inside of a prison. One thing was still bothering me though. “Yo, how the fuck I get out anyway? No one told me shit.”
    “Man, Eden is a bad bitch