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

for real! She hit her lawyer Charles up, and that nigga pulled yo case up, made a few calls, and the rest was history! You would have been out sooner, but you had to do some kind of time for that bullshit weed they found at the store.”
    Once again, I nodded and looked out the window. I didn't give a fuck about all that other shit. I was just happy to have my freedom again.
    “I been keeping my eye on that bitch Journee. She done already blew through the one fitty she hit yo spot for. I heard she out here trying to find the next nigga to take care of her ass. You should’ve let me dead that hoe last year,” Tyriq said with venom lacing his words. It was no secret that he didn't like Journee. When he found out that we had made shit official, he hit the fucking ceiling. Now I wish I would have listened to my nigga; I’d at least have a few bands to my name.
    The last thing I wanted to do was start over. Tyriq made sure to keep money on my books and shit, but we could have no more than two thousand at a time in our commissary and when I signed out, they gave me that in a check. It was better than nothing, but it was nowhere near enough to start fresh with. I just prayed that old reliable was still intact.
    After riding for a few more moments, we were finally pulling into my driveway. Just like my businesses, I had put my house in my mother’s name so that if I had ever got into any type of trouble, my shit wouldn't be seized. My mother also had a key to my home, so I knew that I wouldn't come home to a foul smelling dusty ass house. I was pleased to see that she had even been keeping the grass maintained. I definitely owed my favorite girl big time! I scanned the block and noticed that there were a lot of new cars parked along the curb. That was different. I lived around a bunch of doctors and lawyers, and they rarely ever had company.
    “Calm yo ass down nigga!” Jaeden said, like he could read my mind or some shit. “Ms. Kensey is having a lil party at her house.”
    I stepped out of the car and stretched my arms and legs. After taking one last pull of what was left of the blunt, I threw it in the grass and made my way to the door. All I wanted to do was go inside, shower, and relax with a bottle of Henny and a few blunts while I planned my next move.
    As soon as I stepped inside, niggas jumped out from everywhere and my mother approached me with tears in her eyes as they all yelled ‘SURPRISE!’ A smile snuck across my face as I pulled my mother into a loving hug. When we finally pulled apart, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I opened my mouth to tell her I loved her, but was cut short when a hard slap landed across my face.
    “You promised me I would never see you inside of a fuckin prison! Do you know how hard that shit was to see my only son locked away like a damn animal? This shit has to end, Bryce!”
    There was no way I could lie to my mother’s face, so I simply nodded my head. I knew that I wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. Shit if anything, I was about to go hard as fuck just so I could maintain the life I had become accustomed to before I went to prison. I wish I would get a damn job only to slave for minimum wage; fuck that!
    What I saw next almost killed a nigga! Mariah came waddling towards me with a plate full of chicken wings, greens, sweet potatoes, and cornbread plus more. My eyes quickly darted toward Tyriq, and he turned his head like he ain’t see me mugging his ass. She came up and hugged me. When she let go, I tried to steal a wing and she popped my hand.
    “Nigga you betta act like you know and quit playin,” she said as she continued to stuff her face.
    “When the fuck this happen?”
    “I’m assuming that’s your twisted ass way of asking how far along I am. I'm five months. You came home just in time to meet your niece when she gets here.”
    I smiled at the thought of having a niece, even though I was mad that Mariah was knocked up. She was only twenty and still