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  My Hustler’s Keeper

  “TORN LOVE SPIN-OFF”

  LARISSA

  Copyright © 2014 by Larissa

  Published by Sullivan Productions LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real person. All the characters, incidents and dialogue in this written work are the product of the author’s imagination and are not to be considered as real. Any references or similarities to actual events, entities, real people living or dead, or to real locations are intended for the sole purpose of giving this novel a sense of reality. Any similarities with other names, characters, entities, places, people or incidents are entirely coincidental.

  REST IN PEACE

  Grandparents Marlon & Ida Mea Robinson

  Grandpa Larry Mayweathers

  Auntie Ornetta Robinson aka Boo

  Uncle Rev. Eddie Lee Robinson

  Special Cousin Edward Earl Davis

  Cousin(s) Marshana Willis-Philpot, Albert Vaughn Jr., Angel Williams, Shauntal Sims, Lynelle Wynn, Michael Robinson, Pierria Morrow Jr., and Melissa Whitehorse aka Missy.

  Friend(s) Thomas Perry & Keno

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  First and foremost I’d love to give praise to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ; with Him I truly believe all things are possible. And I thank Him for blessing me with this amazing gift of writing.

  PARADISE

  Words can’t express how much I miss you. And tears will not bring you back. I love and miss you dearly, cousin. Until we meet again please watch over me.

  MOTHER

  Words can’t express how much love I have for you and how much you mean to me. Actions can’t express how much you have changed me to be a better woman and how I appreciate all that you have done for me. You are the day to my night, the moon to my stars, and the beat to my heart.

  Mom, you are an amazing woman inside and out. I thank you for EVERYTHING you have done. You are the reason why I would stop at nothing to push forward in life. You are my other half, the backbone I need to lift me up when I’m falling, and the shoulder I need to lean on when I’m sad. Mom, you are my best friend and my partner in crime. You are my EVERYTHING and I love you.

  CARMEN I. DYSE

  I love and miss you dearly, Carmen. I know you’re looking down on me and proud of the way I’m turning out. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. Although it’s hard, I’m taking it one day at a time.

  BROTHERS

  Ricky, Demetrius, Damion, Deion, Darrius, Derrick, and Deangelo. Thank you guys for all the long nights of staying up with me just so we could talk about our future, and how we would have card games every month at each other’s houses, just so we could laugh and talk about how we were growing up and how much we got on each other nerves. My brothers, each of you is the most important part of my life. Without you guys, I can honestly say my life would be incomplete. You guys believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself at times. I love you punks.

  SISTERS

  Tabatha, Muffy, Antoinette, Dominique, and Jasmine. I might not say it often and I might not show you just how much you mean to me. But thank you ladies for not giving up on your baby sis. You guys are my best friends.

  AUNTIES

  Merl, Jackie, Sheila, Sally, Floria, and Blanche, Theresa, Victoria, Kawanna, Veronica, Mattie, and Yolanda, Angela, and Norris. I love you women so much and I thank each of you for being there for me.

  UNCLES

  Dannie, Ridge, Tyrone, Harold, Greg, David, Paradise, and Bud. Thanks for keeping me laughing. The stories I’ve heard from each of you are funny. You guys are the best.

  NIECES & NEPHEWS

  Henry, Anthony, Torey, K’wanie, K’mari, Mekei, Antionesia, M’kyah, A’nyah, Tiara, Shaniyah, La’Niyah, Leroy Jr., Markisha, Marquisha, Aliana, Jamia, Jamray, Darquell, Serenity, Desirae, Ja'yden, Lorenzo Jr., Delilah, and Lonnisha; Te-Te Rissa loves you so much.

  COUSINS, MALE & FEMALE

  Mario, Marlon, Mariece, Martell, Lamariana, Markita, Marcus, Deandre, Paradise, Devon, Ann, Chris, Nelly, Jonathan, Nickolas, Nurse, Krissy, K.A.M, Will, Mike-Mike, Brandon, Jayden, Jasmine, Deqwan, Alandis, Marion, Sarah, Devon Jr., Adrianna, Melissa, Jermarrianna, Ja'corey, Quincy, Quinton, Antoneja, Antionesha, and Michelle, Kierra, Dasha, Imani Keoreonia, Makilleyon, Corey, Kaiden, Adarrius, Dereon, and Julian, Gabriel, Darrius, Isabella, Jayla, Raveen, Samarianna, Mache, Kevin, Jervontae, and Rianne, Noarian, Albert Jr., Albert Vaughn Jr. 2nd, Alvontae, Serenity, Kayla, and Samiya. Walter, Brittney, T.J, Kelsey, and Cyrus and Jewel and her children, Billiette, and Willa and her grandchildren, and sooooo many more, I love you guys.

  GRANNY

  I told you I was going to follow my dreams. I hope you’re proud of me just as much as I am proud of myself.

  HOME TOWN

  Chicago, this goes out to the ones that kept pushing me to follow my dreams. Also looking out for me as if I was your little sister. I thank you guys for the endless love and support.

  ANY UP AND COMING AUTHORS

  Please don’t give up on your dreams. Whatever you would love to be, believe in it. I’m living proof that dreams are real and they really do come true. Please keep your faith and dreams alive.

  READERS, BUT I LIKE TO CALL THEM MY BELIEVERS

  Thank you so much for even picking up this book and reading it. Understand this will not be the last book you read by me. This is just the beginning.

  SPECIAL THANKS

  Angel Williams, Porshia Bass, Lesa Jones, Conniemack Powers-Taylor, Eddie Powers, Sandy Sims, Carla Towns, Johnathan Cole, Tiyanna Williams, Glen A.K.A Baba, Beyanka Thomas, Nicole Thurman, Antoinette Kidd, and Amy Milner. And all the wonderful book clubs. It’s so many that I wouldn’t feel right naming some and forgetting the others. So I’m saying thank you to all. And Tony A.K.A. Frenchy, thank you for being the best brother-in-law ever.

  LEO SULLIVAN

  I thank you from the bottom of my heart for believing in me and for taking a chance with me and for welcoming me to a wonderful publishing company that’s a second family to me. Note that this is just the beginning.

  WE ARE FAMILY

  Shiana, Karmel Divine, Lola Bandz, Demettrea, Shelli Mari, Sunny Giovanni, Teruka B., Destiny Henry, Cassie, Shantay, Yanni, and many more. And also the Leo Sullivan #WeAreFamily Chat Room. You guys are amazing.

  Lesa Shiana Jones

  Lesa-Shiana, you are my best friend, mentor and sister wrapped up all in one. Thank you for the long hours of talking and laughing. To the motivation to keep on writing, and following my dreams. You are the best, and I mean that.

  Last but not least

  THE PEOPLE I’VE MISSED

  Blame it on my head and not my heart. Sorry, I’ll get you in the next book.

  Much love and blessings,

  Larissa

  My Hustler’s Keeper

  “TORN LOVE SPINOFF”

  Author’s Note

  To my believers, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking a chance and believing in my work. I wrote My Hustler’s Keeper for you all to get
a chance to read a little more about other characters from the Santana and the Rivera family. That way you won’t be lost and confused about characters and plots for when Torn Love 3 “Who’s Loyal To Who?” comes out.

  This is a spin off from the Torn Love series. If you have never read the Torn Love series, that is okay, you will still be able to follow the story. But if you’ll like to read the Torn Love series below is the order.

  Torn Love

  Torn Love 2 “Deadly Love”

  Loyalty & Unfaithful Love “Torn Love Prequel”

  Torn Love 3 “Who’s Loyal To Who?”

  Thank you,

  Much love,

  Larissa

  I don’t care if they give me life. I get all of my life from you. And if loving you had a price. I will pay my life for you. I will hold your heart and your gun-Beyoncé

  She fell in love with the bad guy. They ain’t see potential in me girl, but you see it. If it’s me and you against the world, then so be it.-Jay-Z

  My Hustler’s Keeper

  My Hustler’s Keeper

  Introduction

  Harmony Speaking

  I don't know why chicks think that being by a hustler’s side is an easy walk in the park. NO, that shit is heartbreaking, stressful, and nerve racking. You never know when you're going to take a turn for the worse. Causing shit to hit the fan and turn matters worse.

  Being your man’s ride or die chick isn't about keeping the pussy loyal (even though that’s a number one factor,) keeping up with the latest designer clothes, cars, cribs, or watching your figure.

  It’s about knowing you have his back though it all. And I mean through it all. This shit is like a marriage. Til death do us apart, and even then, will you have his back?

  C'mon, ladies, if he says ‘baby take this ten-year bid for me…I'll be waiting on you when you get out’ are you really going to do it? If he tells you ‘go move these keys of coke for me’ are you going to do it, no questions asked? If he tells you ‘baby this nigga disloyal…he needs to go’ are you going to get your hands dirty while his hands are clean?

  These are more than just words or a lecture I'm speaking. This is first hand experience, which I am actually living. I take being my hustler’s keeper serious, and even though I work for the FBI. And my father is the most ruthless snake of all the snake drug suppliers in Chicago, nothing or no one will come between my loyalty and the love I have for my hustler Sincere Knight.

  If he does the crime, I'll do the time just so he won’t sleep a minute behind those prison bars. If he has to pause a nigga’s lifeline, I’ma be the one that pulls the trigger to end it all. If his money is running low, I’ma be that bitch that gets his money back up. If he comes home from a long day of hustling in those heartless streets, I’ma make sure his food is hot and ready, like a Little Caesar’s pizza, bath water running, PJs laid out, and my pussy and mouth ready for take off.

  Life will be stress free, ‘cause that is what you do when you’re your hustler’s keeper.

  So to my ladies and even some of the gentlemen, get ready to read and experience first hand how life really is, in these heartless streets when it comes to me being MY HUSTLER’S KEEPER…

  My Hustler’s Keeper

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  HARMONY

  “There is no pain Jesus can’t feel. There’s no hurt he cannot heal. All things work according to his perfect will. No matter what you’re going through remember God is using you. For the battle is not yours, it’s the Lord’s.” I am singing with our church choir and Yolanda Adams’ smooth voice on the CD player ‘The Battle Is Not Yours’ as our Sunday message.

  “May the congregation stand for the final verse?” Pastor Joe stops me to ask the congregation.

  “You may continue, Harmony,” he says.

  “There's no sadness Jesus can’t feel. And there is no sorrow that he cannot heal. For all things work according to the master’s holy will. No matter what you're going through remember God is only using you. For this battle, it's not yours. It’s the Lord’s. It’s the Lo—.”

  “Yes, the Lord understands what you’re going through. Thank you daughter for that lovely song,” he says, stopping me again and speaking.

  “No problem Father.” I bite my tongue, as I grew tired of pretending to actually call him Father during Sunday services. Walking away from the platform, in which I’m standing on with the rest of the church choir, I proceed back to my seat.

  “Fuck! I’m getting tired of this chick too,” I mumble under my breath while taking my seat next to Mary.

  “I’ll say it again for the ones that didn’t hear me. Yes, yes the Lord understands whatever you’re going through. Just put it in God’s hands and he will take care of the rest. This battle you can’t handle on your own, put it in God’s hands and he will use you, for the battle is not yours, it’s the Lord’s. I think Yolanda couldn’t have say it any better.”

  “Amen,” the congregation shouts in union.

  “As we move along into Sunday’s closing I’d like to speak about the news of the week. First off, I’d like to give praise to our Lord and Savior for allowing us to reach our weekly goal of bringing in two hundred thousand dollars, which by the way is going to be use for our boys and girls center we’re trying to build.”

  “Amen, amen!” the congregation shouts.

  “Yes! Can I get an amen again?”

  “AMEN!” they repeat.

  “God is good. Now moving along, my daughter Harmony, as you all know, I have to give away someday. But last night as I was getting ready for sleep, the Lord came to me and told me in code that on September 23rd she would be walking down this very same aisle, only this time she would be saying I do to my long time business partner and best friend Mary Scott,” he says smiling.

  “I’m going to be doing what?!” I stand up in shock.

  “You and Mary will be getting married next year,” he tells me, giving me a stern look as he speaks.

  “Like hell. I don’t know what God you’re listening to but you need to tell him to direct in code your life, not mines,” I yell, causing the congregation to gasp.

  “And besides, how are you going to force me to marry somebody I’m not in love with? And I thought sleeping with the same sex is a sin to God?”

  “The battle is not yours Harmony, it’s the Lord’s,” he says, looking me directly in the eyes.

  “Amen. Marry her off Pastor Joe. The Lord has the final say. And he has spoken,” Ms. Willie speaks, causing the rest of the congregation to agree and put their two cents in.

  “I don’t give a fuck whose battle it is. I’m not marrying her and that’s final Joe.” I give him the same stern look. I know if looks could kill, we both would be laid out on the floor dead.

  “Church is dismissed. And remember we will meet again Monday night for Bible study,” he gives his last speech, and just as the congregation is exiting the building, my older brother Henry along with Sincere and his right hand man Daniel enter.

  “What’s up Harmony?” Daniel asks, hugging me.

  “What’s up ma? You seem tense. What’s the problem?” Sincere asks me.

  “I don’t have a problem. Try asking your boss,” I reply back angrily before addressing this code Joe so-called received again.

  “I’m not marrying her and that’s final.” I begin to stomp my foot, pouting as if I am a li’l girl whining for some candy after her mother told her no. But I don’t care; I am going to whine until I can’t whine anymore.

  This is the same bullshit my mother and him used to fight about. The same shit she died trying to protect me from. And now here he is, trying to direct my life and marry me off to his sidepiece.

  “You will marry whoever I tell you to marry Harmony. So you can whine all you want but my decision is what counts and that’s final,” he tells me, while stepping down from the platform.

  “We’re trying to do what’s best for you Harmony,” Mary speaks.

  “Fuck you Mary. You’re trying to
do what’s best for you and this heartless man of a father.” My anger rose.

  “Harmony, I’m doing this for your own safety. When I leave this earth I need to know you are taken care of.”

  “C’mon, Joe, cut the bull. I don’t even like you. Your congregation is not here so we don’t have to pretend anymore. But if that were the case, I’d rather be by my damn self. So come next Sunday when you have your weekly news, tell them the Lord came and told you Mary is not the one. It was a misunderstanding. Cause if you’re looking for me to say I DO you have to be on dope and gumdrops. That shit will never happen and I’m putting my foot down.”

  “Look Harmony, I don’t have time for this. I have a meeting to attend to. Go wait in the car and I’ll talk to you later,” he says, waving me off.

  “Read my lips, I’m not marrying her Joe. And if you actually think I am you and her is on dope and gumdrops. Stop thinking you can control me. I’m not weak.”

  “I can and I am controlling you. And you will marry whomever the fuck I say. Now get the hell out my church. You’re dismissed.”

  “I’ll rat us all out before I let you continue to control me. I’d rather be rotting away in a cell than marry her. Henry, when you’re done getting orders from your master, I’ll be in the car.” I keep my eyes on Joe, letting him know every word I spoke wasn’t a lie.

  I turn my back on them and proceeds to leave the sin Joe calls a church, slamming the doors behind me, pissed off, but staying behind, sneaking to the other side to overhear what they are talking about.