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====================================================Chapter 5: The Exchange
The next day I decided to take a stroll over to Playboyís and discuss what were to happen with the drugs and money. When, I arrived I got a weird feeling, as if I knew something bad was going to happen.
ďCome on man, open up.Ē I said pounding my fist vigorously against his door. There was no answer, just silence.
ďIs this a joke?Ē I shouted ďOpen up the door!Ē But there was still no answer. This couldnít be right, Playboy would have texted me if he was not going to be at home. After waiting awhile longer I began to get more and more worried, so I decided to bash down the door. I backed up down the hall and charged at the door with great speed. I smashed into it with great force and the door crashed to the ground with a thud to reveal a dreadful sight. Playboyís apartment was trashed, with no sign of him anywhere. Shattered glass, furniture flipped over, wallpaper ripped and thrown all over the floor.
Watching my step so that I didnít get glass driven up through my feet, I tipped toed across the floor to his kitchen counter. A little note written on a piece of torn notepaper laid there with a message wrote on it directed to myself. I picked it up and began to read it under to myself. ďDray- I writing you this as I am held at gunpoint. The M.O.B. have found me and want their supplies back. At 7pm tonight they want and exchange at Firefly Island. Do not bring anyone with and come unarmed. Be there and have their stuff. If you choose not to come or not the give them their stuff back, I will be killed. Dray, donít f*ck up. Make the right choice. -PBXĒ I was puzzled. If only I had stayed o0ver with Playboy last night like I was going to, this wouldnít have happened! I smashed my head against his table in anger. Walking over to Playboys closet in a daze, I snatched the bag of money and the bag on drugs and threw them on my shoulder as I slowly walked out of Playboyís apartment.
I sat in the darkness of my apartment all day, just thinking. This whole idea worried the sh*t out of me. At 6:30pm I left my apartment in a taxi for Firefly Island. When I arrived I noticed M.O.B. men heavily armed scattered across the beach. Nervously I exited my taxi with the two bags held in my hands. Slowly I walked over to the edge of the beach as the wind blew against my dazed face. Chatter amongst the M.O.B. crew stopped and they stood there, staring at me blankly all with dirty looks on their faces. Two tall men walked over to me, held guns to my head and told me to drop everything I had. Te bags landed on the ground with a thud as they began to search me. When they finished, they ushered me over to a spot on the beach with four men all bearing M4s tucked under their arms in a neat row. One of the men I clearly recognized as the M.O.B. gang lord. In the middle of the men was a beat up Playboy, on his knees, mouth tapped shut, arms chuffed, with a gun held tightly to his head and bruised all over.
ďHello Dray,Ēspoke the gang lord in a dark voice with a grin across his face, ďWeíve been waiting for this day more then you have been dreading it. But you knew that was going to happen didnít you? That youíd f*ck up and lose it all. Now listen closely and youíll be leaving here without your boyfriend being hurt.Ē He smirked as he gave Playboy a kick in the pelvis. I bit my lip, for thatís all I could do without me and Playboyís brains ending up scattered across the beach. ďI want you to drop those drugs right there,Ē he explained extending a finger towards the middle of us, ďWhen you do that, this nice man next to me will collect them and bring to me, then Playboy here will be all yours. Understand?Ē
ďHow do I know you wonít screw me over?Ē I snapped back at him in anger.
ďWell letís put it this way, you can refuse and your friend will be dead, or you can trust me.Ē I decided not to gamble our lives and disobey. I tossed the drugs to the ground between the two of us and one of the men walked over snatched it and passed it to the gang lord as he pushed Playboy face down in the sand in the sand next me.
I helped Playboy to his feet as and we wasted no time getting the hell out of there. As we ran off I heard the gang lordís voice getting softer and softer in the distance, ďIf you ever f*ck with us again youíll be six feet under!Ē It echoed..
ďPlayboy are you ok man?Ē I asked him tearing the duck tape off his mouth.
ďYeah, I guess. A few bruises, but thatís better then a bullet through the head.Ē He laughed.
ďSo what do we do now? Weíre broke.Ē I panicked as I hailed a taxi to the side of the road.
ďWe start at the bottom again I guess. Work our way slowy back up untill we can ambush those dirty M.O.B. b*tches. Youíre still doing work of that Andy character right? You do work for him, and he can get us enough money and connections across this whole damn city.Ē he explicated as we got into the back of the taxi.
ďYes I am, Iím sure he can help us get back on our feet enough that we can get back at the M.O.B. for all this f*cking sh*t they have caused us.Ē I said in anger.
ďF*ck Dray, Iím sorry I brought you into this sh*t.Ē He apologized staring blankly out the window.
ďItís ok Playboy, I would have got involved anyways, maybe this is whatís supposed to happen to get us on the top and get rid of those M.O.B. pr*cks. Iím just glad they didnít pop you back there.Ē I answered optimistically. I laid back in the seat and closed my eyes as we drove swiftly through Liberty, I felt a sense of relief, and somehow I knew that from now on, everything would fall into to place.
When I arrived home, I grabbed cell phone off the counter, flipped it open and called Andy.
ďSpeak.Ēspoke Andy across the phone taking a smoke of a cigarette.
ďAndy, itís Dray, we have to talk.Ē
ďOh well if it isnít my deranged killer Dray,Ē He joked, ďLong time no talk, whatís going on? You sound like someone just killed your best friendĒ he said releasing a puff of smoke into the phone.
ďWell nearly, but thatís what I called about, you see the M.O.B. kid napped Playboy today and held him hostage till we gave them all our drugs and money.Ē I explained as I searched through my fridge for a Pibwasser.
ďSh*t Dray is Playboy ok?Ē worried Andy.
ďYeah heís fine, the exchange went well but now we donít have anything left, I was wondering if you could hook me up with some work so I can earn a decent amount of money and get back at those M.O.B. pr*cks.Ē
ďIíll see what I can do kid, Iíll get you some work soon.Ē he assured me.
ďThanks Andy, Iíll speak to you soon.Ē I thanked him hanging up the phone. I tossed the cell phone over on my counter as I stretched out on my couch, flicked on my TV and chugged down a nice refreshing beer.
Edited by WelcomeToLibertyCity, 28 September 2008 - 06:29 PM.