Tears of a Gangster

By Terrant Hamilton

As a career criminal, T-Money has the town of Ocala on lock. He—along with his crew, Strapp, reckless and young in the world—knows the game and has no qualms about disposing anyone who threatens their lives, freedom, or their families.

T-Money meets Sheena, who he is willing to end this lifestyle for, but whose side is she really playing for?

While federal agent Smith has made it his mission to take T-Money and his crew down, enemies threaten the safety of their families and plans to take over the game by taking their lives. In this world, you never know who is loyal, who is a snitch, and who will do anything to take you out.

While everyone is playing by the rules, this crew makes their own!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728318950

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© 2019 Terrant(hop) Hamilton. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/11/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-1896-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-1895-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019909555

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CONTENTS

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

About The Author

Let’s go back, way back to June of 2000. Terry Hampton, a local small time drug dealer better known as T-Money was just trying to come up in a dog eat dog world. After struggling so much early in life T-Money knew that the time was now or never to make a serious change in life. Even though he had just graduated to a nine to five, he knew this was not going to accommodate the life he wanted to live.

While he was sitting there thinking of how he was going to come up his main man, Strapp, was doing the same thing. Now Strapp was the exact opposite of T-Money in many ways. For starters, Strapp stood about six feet or six feet and one inch tall on a good day. He was light skinned with wavy hair and weighed about two hundred and fifteen pounds. T-Money on the other hand was six feet and three inches tall; brown skinned and weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. Both had bad tempers but where Strapp would just react, T-Money was more of a thinker. Together they were a force not many would dare to cross. As you can imagine Strapp, whose real name is Tony Bean, got his nickname because he always had his guns on him… two nine millimeters that his uncle gave him. T-Money got his nickname because he was always on the grind for his paper and the T was short for Terry. He also liked to keep his guns on him (two Desert Eagle forty-fives) because he always said it was better to be caught with them than to get caught slipping without them!

Hey Strapp, it’s time for us to start making some serious money, dawg, so we can get our peeps out the hood and live like kings. You feel me?

Yeah. I was just sitting here thinking the same thing but since you always be planning shit I know you would be coming up with a game plan.

Well check this out. One of the Jamaican hoes I fuck with said she could get her uncle to put us down.

Word?

Yeah. So I don’t even have to ask you if you down because I respect your gangsta and if I got then you got.

And you know I feel the same way so when we gonna get it popping?

As soon as I catch up with the hoe Slim T.

Oh that’s the girl you talking about.

Yeah. What’s up, you know her people?

Not personally but I heard they strong like a motherfucka! I ain’t know you was hitting that.

Yeah I been digging her back out for about a month.

Damn! And she already wants to put you down?

You know how I do.

Yeah, you must have hit her with some of that golden head. Ha, ha, ha.

Of course I did but its two things you forgetting. One is licking that pussy is always the shit but if you ain’t laying the pipe right then you wasting time. And second of all, don’t get it twisted them other niggas’ head might be gold but my shit is platinum. The both of them laughed so hard until they were crying.

As they were walking, Strapp noticed a little scuffle on the side road.

Hey man, ain’t that the chick Slim T car right there?

Sure is. What the fuck is going on?

I don’t know but let’s check this shit out.

So you fucking the little nigga T-Money and you ain’t got time for me no more you little bitch. Slap, Slap.

Stop. Stop, Ricky.

Nah, and ain’t no use to worry about telling your peeps because I’m going to kill your hot little ass!

Damn my nigga, you talking some big boy shit hitting on a woman and all.

This shit ain’t none of your B.I. (business) so you better step the fuck off before….

Before what big boy? Strapp asked as he stepped around the corner with his two toys in hand.

Look man, y’all can have the little bitch just let me go on my way.

Oh so now you want to leave but just a minute ago you was talking big shit!

I tell you what Slim T, why don’t you head on home and I’ll call you in a little bit.

Are you sure Money?

Does shit stink?

Okay, I’ll be waiting for your call. As Slim T was leaving, she got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t because of nothing she ate. It was the look in T-Money’s eyes that had her stomach turning flips. And then on top of that he had his crazy, ride or die, best friend with him, Strapp. She had heard stories of the two and what kind of damage they could do. After seeing that look in T-Money’s eyes and seeing Strapp standing there with those two guns in his hand, she knew Ricky would not escape death.

Look man, I got about 50 g’s in the car. Just take it and let me live. I’ll leave town and you’ll never hear from me again and the girls is all yours.

Nigga, shut up! You think this is about some pussy? You softer than you look. Let me educate your dumb ass. First of all, it’s never personal. It’s always business. When her peeps find out that I saved her life from some pussy-whipped bitch ass nigga like you they’ll be grateful for life. And seeing as how they got all the dope I guess I won’t be on the corner hustling anymore. So in your next life stop thinking with the little head and let the big head get some action. And those were the last words spoken before Strapp emptied two whole clips in his body.

Hey man, you want to leave this nigga right here?

Hell yeah. Ain’t nobody see us so fuck ‘em.

Word, then let’s be out.

Say Money?

What’s up Strapp?

When did you come up with all that shit you told that nigga?

While he was begging like some kind of pussy!

See that’s the shit I’m talking about. You be on some Matlock shit all the time.

In the game we play, you always need a game plan. But more important you got to be a quick thinker. Now fuck the small talk, let’s go get paid!

Ring, ring, ring. Hello.

What’s up baby girl?

Oh hey, T-Money. I was getting worried.

No need to worry, Ma. I got you.

Well, my uncle wants you to come by.

Oh word!

Yeah, I told him what went down and he told me to tell you to come by.

Check it, we gonna stop by the store and we’ll be right there.

Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.

Alright, peace out.

Damn, my nigga. Why you didn’t tell her you love her?

Shitttttt! The only things I love is moms and money.

What about me?

Shit, that’s not even a question. What a nigga want to do to you, he got to do to me first and that’s real.

That’s the shit my nigga because you know I’ll kill a whole army for you and Mrs. Hampton or die trying.

That’s why we boys till the end and fuck the bullshit.

As they pulled in front of Slim T’s house, T-Money ran it to his boy how it might go down.

Check this Strapp.

What’s up, Money?

When we get in here don’t feel disrespected if he talks directly to me.

Nah playa, I’m with you. He ain’t got to never say shit to me, ever. Just as long as he knows I got ya back at all costs and that’s word to my mother.

It shouldn’t be that type of party but it is you know we’ll light this bitch up like the 4th of July. And with that being said they both got out.

Ding dong, ding dong. Come on in.

What’s up Slim T?

Ain’t nothing, boo. My uncle is in the back room. Go on back.

Hey Slim T, I’m gonna chill out here with you. Said Strapp.

Okay, that’s cool. You want something to eat?

Nah, I’m cool but bring me a soda if you got one.

Alright, make yourself at home.

Knock, knock, knock. Come on in. It’s T-Money right?

Yeah or Just Money for short.

Well, my name is Uncle Sha and first of all let me just say I’m truly thankful for what you done for Tiesa.

Who?

Oh, I forgot y’all call her Slim T.

Yeah, I know her real name but since we don’t use it, it kind of caught me off guard.

But that’s good, in the life we live names can sometimes be dangerous and deadly. Now before we go any further with this conversation, I want you to know that I could pay you for what you did today and that would be enough money that you could leave the game alone.

I tell you what, Uncle Sha, let’s just say you owe me one. I know the worth of your niece’s life is priceless but if I take that money then that would make our relationship personal. And with me nothing’s ever personal, it’s always business!

And why is that?

Because when things are personal they can affect your business decisions and we both know a bad decision in the game is the difference between prison and freedom or more important, life or death!

After several hours of talking everything was set up. T-Money would receive 50 kilos a month with the first package to be delivered by the end of the week. Because of the liking that Uncle Sha took to