The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King Read Online Free PDF

while in the back of a speeding taxi going downtown.
    PeeWee looked at me like I was a fool. “Nah, this is just the props to my hustle.  It’s just that as a hustler, I can’t see myself paying for any damn thing when I know I can outthink someone else for it.”
    “Yeah, alright, but the risk is…”
    He removed two coats out of the case and the taxi stopped. “Put these on while you step out the car, and let’s go.”
    We were at 47 th Street at Sixth Avenue in the heart of the Diamond District.  We got out the taxi with the minks on.  The way the pedestrians looked at us, I felt like a star in the middle of midtown.
                  The cab pulled away and we went into the Shenoa & Company jewelry store.  When the man behind the counter saw PeeWee, he looked at the man, held up the case, and said, “Ira, I got something for you.”
                  Ira removed his jeweler’s loupe while PeeWee and I walked into his private office.  We had a seat and Ira walked in behind us. “How much?”
                  “Four large.”
                  “Four large?  I better love it,” Replied Ira while PeeWee removed the mink from the bag.
                  “Very nice,” said the jeweler, rubbing his hands over the fur.  He reached into his pocket, removed a small mint of bills, and said, “Three large and we have deal.”
                  “Man, oh man, you owe me big man,” came from PeeWee.  “The day I get married you better throw in something for the bride.”  He continued, handing over the coat and standing so he could accept the payment and leave.
    On the way out, PeeWee turned to me. “If you need three, ask for five, because doing business with a Jew means the price is going down.”
                  When he finished his statement, I wondered if he had ever done any business with Snow.
                  We stepped out into the street.  Another taxi stopped for PeeWee with no problem.  Eventually, the cab stopped at the Hilton hotel.  PeeWee stopped me from getting out of the cab.  He reached down to the case, and removed the suits and shoes that belonged to him.
    “Meet me here tomorrow at ten in the morning.  Wear the best suit and make sure you wear the mink.  It adds to the image I need you to have.”
                  He slammed the taxi door.  On my ride across town, I wondered what PeeWee had in store.

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                  I awoke the next morning with Roxy lying in my arms.  A bankroll of cash awaited me on my nightstand.  I had no idea when she came in.  For a woman who had been in the streets all night, she smelled like a bouquet of flowers instead of someone who had been turning tricks. 
                  Roxy was flawless that way.  I learned that no matter what the situation, she kept herself looking like a shining star.  I tried my best not to judge her for what she did, but it was hard to act like she wasn’t putting herself at risk.  After Crissy, love was never going to be possible anyway.
                  I eased out of bed early, preventing Roxy from waking.  By the time I was dressed, she was just getting up.  As I walked out of the suite, she rushed to get ready for her hustle.  Her enthusiasm reminded me that the hustle was flowing deep through our blood.
                 
    $$$
     
    The Hilton Hotel was where PeeWee called home.  I reached the hotel dressed like I was doing the cover of GQ magazine.  The valet spotted the mink on my back and told me PeeWee was waiting for me at room 1101.
                  I took the elevator to the eleventh floor.  After knocking on the door, PeeWee pulled me into one of the largest hotel suites I’ve ever seen.  When I stepped in, he opened a mirrored closet to our left, which contained white fox, sable, and coyote coats.