Ambitions of a Hustler

By Brian Davis

KB and Breon have been sweating it out at Burger King. With no high school diploma or college degree, it is the only work around they could find that pays the rent. Then KB finally has had enough and quits. Hes determined to follow in the footsteps of his father, a famous hustler back in the days. Little does he know that Breon has big plans of his own which, if executed successfully, could set him up for life. Will Breon and KBs Ambitions of A Hustler lead to their demise or wealth beyond their wildest imagination?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453522509

Brian Davis

Brian Davis was born and raised in Tennessee where he, his wife of over thirty years, and their three sons still reside. What originally began as a personal study to understand end-time events almost two decades ago has now developed into his first book, Revelation, the Rapture, and What Jesus Says.

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

About the Author

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my family; Freddie and Lavern Davis, Terrence Davis, Alan Jones, Freddie Davis JR. and Shena Coffee. To my lil ones Brian Davis II and Jamon Goodwine this ones for yall. Much love to Laquan Toomer, Keep it real wit ya Godson boy. To my correctional Institution niggas; Jimbo, Mont Vell Aaron, Big Rod, Debo keep ya head up and just remember you only do two days in the joint: The day you go in and the day you get out. To my street team; Reggie, 45, Raymond, Lil Ren, Boogie Monsta, thanks for the support, I fucks wit yall. To anybody that I forgot, please forgive me I’m only human.

Chapter 1

It was the summer of 2000, and the heat was at a scorching high of 102 degrees in Florida. Jacksonville, Florida, to be exact, seemed like the hottest place in the whole world at the present time, standing on Springfield Boulevard.

Look, Breon, I’m getting about tired of this bullshit. Some’um gotta give, cuz, for real.

Tired of what? asked Breon, already knowing damn well what KB was talking about. It wasn’t hard for Breon to figure his lil’ cousin out whenever he got mad. Removing a thick and sturdy rubber band from his pocket, KB threw his head backward, placing his thick dreadlocks into a ponytail before continuing to get his point across.

Tired of sweating my balls off every day, waiting on this motherfucking bus just to get to this petty-ass job of ours. Not to mention that Tammy has us scheduled from 12:00 p.m. to closing.

At first, Breon was willing to maintain his silence as KB continued to carry on, but not wanting to grant him the satisfaction that the words he spoke were true without a doubt. Relentlessly, he began to speak his mind as well.

All right, wise guy, tell me, what else are we supposed to do to get paid? Think about it, lil’ cuz. Don’t either one of us have a college degree or a high school diploma. Shit, we ain’t even got a fucking GED, explained Breon, taking a second to spark up a Black & Mild. Dig this, cuz. I know that Burger King is not the best job in the world. Honestly, it really ain’t shit, but it’s all we’ve got right now. We’re both only eighteen, and we still have our whole future ahead of us, so let’s just keep this job until the first of the month, then we’ll go out and try finding something else. What do you—

Before Breon could finish his statement, KB snapped, causing him to shake his head in disappointment.

Man, fuck, that bullshit you spitting, cuz. Today is my last day on this job, straight up. I’m sick and tired of Tammy talking to me like I’m a slave from the 1800s. I’m about ready to start making some real cheese anyway. To be real wit’ you, cuz, I was thinking about going to holla at ya boy Donta.

KB knew for a fact that the mentioning of Donta would send shock waves through Breon’s mind. It had always angered him whenever KB would talk so highly of Donta, for the simple fact that he himself knew Donta was nothing more than a snake in disguise. Not to mention that deep within his soul, there was a little jealousy toward the snake. It was mainly because their entire time during high school, Donta was always the most flyest, flashiest one out of the crew. He got most of the attention from the girls. Hell, it was even rumored that some of the teachers wanted to fuck him.

Yeah, all right, you go on ahead and start clocking dollars wit’ Donta, but just remember that Donta’s daddy showed him the game. He didn’t just up and one day decide that he wanted to sell dope. It was already in his bloodline, fool, preached Breon, trying his best to convince KB that he was going about things the wrong way.

So what you try’na say that it’s not in my bloodline? That I’m not built for this shit? Cuz, you tripping—hard. Before my daddy died, Mom Dukes say that he was the biggest and most feared hustler out east. It’s already in my blood, dog, to get this street money. You, my nigga, just need to stop being scared of the game and get on this paper chase with me, ya dig? advised KB while pressing the Stop button, which gave the city bus driver indication that there was a stop nearing. Exiting the city bus a block away from the job, Breon began to let KB’s comments sink inside his mind. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he had to accept the fact that his lil’ cousin was indeed right about one thing, and it was that his uncle JB was a hustler/gangster to the fullest back in the day.

He reminisced about one particular incident with Uncle JB that sent chills up his spine when he was a kid. It was the time when Uncle JB caught Auntie Cynt flirting with a man at the corner’s grocery store. He quickly sped up in his Lexus SC 300 and then got out with his .357 Magnum in hand. The frightened man was trying his best to explain to JB that they were just old high school acquaintances. But instead of listening, JB immediately went to work on the man’s face with the butt of the gun. So much blood began to splatter; it looked like a scene from an old horror flick. Suddenly, Auntie yelled, Come on, baby, the police are coming! JB took a few more swings at the man’s bloody black and bruised face before tucking the gun into the back of his jeans. Jacking his victim up by his blood-soaked shirt, Uncle JB looked him squarely in the eye, then said, and I quote, I ain’t gonna kill you over no woman, but you best take heed to whose girl you’re pushing up on the next time. That was the most Breon could remember about his deceased Uncle JB, and even though he’s dead and gone, his name still rings out east as if he was the president of the United States.

When arriving at work, the first thing that they noticed was the stock truck taking up majority of the parking lot. Their main objective was to get in, punch the time clock, and start on backboards without being observed by their manager, Tammy. If possible, they wanted to dodge the encounter with Tammy, knowing how rude and ignorant she could be at times. Just as the two cousins thought that they eased in without any conflict, Tammy came storming in from the back office. Chewing her tobacco as usual, pants jacked all up her flat ass as usual, hair sloppy-looking as usual, ready to talk shit with a simple little smirk on her face, Tammy went on releasing her verbal assault.

And what excuses does the dynamic duo have this time for being late again for the third time this week? she questioned the two with one hand resting on her hip while the other lay against the backboard station. KB stared at Breon, who usually was the one with the answers when placed in a predicament such as this one. Before Breon could get his lie together, Tammy continued to unleash. Whatever the reason, I don’t want to hear it because I’m docking both y’all’s pay, and the next time that either one of you are late, you both are fired. Do I make myself clear? she asked, pointing her finger at the two cousins as if they were children and not two grown men.

KB’s temper seemed to rise over four hundred degrees within seconds. It was one thing for Tammy to talk to them like shit among coworkers, but for her to put the cousins on front-street blast before a crowd of customers was totally uncalled-for. Breon and Gina, the female cashier, looked at each other astonished, both knowing what was about to happen next.

I tell you what, Tammy, why don’t you take this job and shove it up your ass. You fat bitch! I quit, snapped KB, pounding his fist on the countertop aggressively, leaving Tammy scared shitless wondering if KB was going to smack her or not.

I’m outta here, cuz. My conscience won’t allow me to stay on this job any longer. This bitch is just too disrespectful towards us. I’ll be done, caught me a case up in here, dealing with this trailer park trash. Holla at you later, dog, said KB firmly before giving Breon the famous dap’n’hug, then turning to leave. Tammy’s constant annoyance and KB’s sudden departure became a bit much for Breon, causing him to drift off into deep thoughts. It seemed as if two little birdies had just appeared on his shoulders. One was telling him that he too should quit because of Tammy’s flip lip and around-the-clock nagging. But the other birdie was reminding him that his rent was soon due, which was enough reason for him to keep the job. If there was one thing that Breon feared, it was losing his apartment of only nine hundred square feet located on Notter Avenue. It was his pride and joy. He might not have had a PhD or the best-paying gig in the world, but at least he could lie comfortably in his own place.

Suddenly, a loud thud could be heard throughout the store. As Breon maneuvered throughout the store, with Tammy on his heels not too far behind, soft whispers could be heard coming from the scattered customers inside the lobby. Following the customers’ stares, he noticed that the glass door to the entrance was hanging off the hinges.

Yep, please believe it—your crazy-ass cousin just tore the damn door down, whined Gina in the middle of taking a customer’s order. Breon stopped just outside of the broken door, scanning the premises in search for KB, who was nowhere to be found, while Tammy headed in the other direction, using the store phone to call the police.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Breon woke up to an unpleasant smell. Still half-asleep, he slipped on a pair of Coogi shorts that he had lying around the room and a pair of slides while on his way to brush his teeth. He thought he was dreaming when he opened the room door and a thick black smoke immediately hit him in the face, forcing him to momentarily ball up and cough profusely. Covering his mouth, he kept moving through the thick smoke, trying his best to hold his breath without letting any of the fumes attack his lungs.

Finally, reaching the kitchen and coughing like a habitual smoker who’d been diagnosed with emphysema, he noticed that KB had left a pot of food on the stove unattended once again while he retreated to his dungeon of a room. The situation was quickly becoming a bad habit for KB. The same shit five times in two weeks was totally inexcusable, and this angered Breon tremendously. Ever since KB had started smoking dirty Js a few weeks ago, he’d been behaving very stupidly and recklessly. It seemed as if he was heading downhill slowly but surely. However, Breon was determined not to go downhill with him. Boom! Boom! Boom! KB open the door.

I need to holla at you, dog, for real! he yelled, standing outsidethe door of KB’s room, ready to tell him about his ass.

All right, nigga, I’ll be out in a few minutes.

Waiting impatiently for KB’s presence, Breon began browsing through the caller ID box to see if he had any calls. Just as he suspected, there was a missed call from Gina around 7:00 a.m. He briefly giggled to himself, thinking of how Gina was the most demanding woman he had ever known—the only woman he knew that would not take no for an answer. During the last couple of weeks, he grew tired of her constant nagging and, finally, decided to give into her lustful demands. Gina wasn’t the most attractive woman, and she sure as hell wasn’t the finest, but she did have a great personality. Just as he was about to pick up the cordless phone and return Gina’s call, KB emerged from his bedroom, smoking a fatly rolled dirty J.

What’s the deal, cuz, and why you up so early? asked KB, blowing a thick cloud of smoke right into Breon’s face, knowing he couldn’t stand the smell of the cocaine-and-marijuana-mixed blunt.

Man, don’t be blowing that stank-ass shit in my face, whined Breon, stepping back and fanning the awful smell away. And how many times I gotta tell you, don’t cook shit on the stove if you not gonna watch it! Look a’ all this motherfucking smoke—what you trying to do, burn the house down?

I know you ain’t wake me up for this bullshit. This could have waited until later.

Later, hell. Anyway, the rent is due tomorrow. So let me go ahead and get your half now. That way, I can go on and pay Mr. Demps in the morning.

Suddenly, KB’s facial expression and body language changed like the weather. Breon wondered idly what kind of capricious remarks KB was getting ready to say this time. Whenever it was time to collect KB’s half of the rent, there was always a silly, smart-aleck response to be said. Sitting himself on the black wraparound couch, courtesy of his mother, Laverne, Breon lay back and remained quiet, focusing on KB’s constant pacing back and forth as if something was terribly wrong. Putting the blunt inside the shell-like ashtray, he dug into his back pocket and removed a small wad of cash. Slowly he peeled away three-hundred-dollar bills and then handed them to Breon.

Here’s my half, but after tonight, cuz, you are on your own because me and Donta are getting a spot on the northside tomorrow. I would of told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure if Donta had got the place or not until he told me the business late last night.

Damn! So you just gonna up and leave a nigga on stuck, huh? Breon asked, though not really giving a fuck. For some reason, KB always secretly felt as if he was in competition with him.

It ain’t even like that, cuz, seriously. It’s just that I’ve got a mission to accomplish, ya feel me? I’m trying to be financially set by the time I turn twenty-one, and I ain’t gonna get it out here, bullshiting around. If I got to make moves with Donta just to reach my objective, then it is what it is, KB replied firmly, looking Breon squarely in the eyes as he opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

A light knock on the door instantly ended their conversation as the two cousins stared at each other, wondering idly who was going to answer the door. With much deliberation, Breon slowly stepped into his slides and then made his way to the door. Instead of squinting his eyes to see out of the tiny peephole, he simply asked Who is it? loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear him.

The one and only, replied a sweet, soft feminine voice. I know this bitch didn’t just pop up at the crib, thought Breon. It didn’t bother him too much that Gina had called him at 7:00 a.m., but for her to have the audacity to come by his apartment unannounced was inexcusable. Furthermore,