My Life as a THUG

[Drizz]

 

Nah, i was just pointin' out that Mike is shot badly and Doggs f*cked him up while they was fighting, and if Mike will go do some busyness, or make a hold-up in a shop right now, it won't be realistic... - Dri'z Up.

 

[beanmachine43]

Nah, i was just pointin' out that Mike is shot badly and Doggs f*cked him up while they was fighting, and if Mike will go do some busyness, or make a hold-up in a shop right now, it won't be realistic... - Dri'z Up.

Well, my goal was only to be more realistic than my previous story, not to be a full-on simulation of the real world. I can see where you're coming from, but I just didn't know where to go with the damn thing. Anyway, on with the updates...

 

Edited January 6, 2006 by beanmachine43

[Opius]

Just as a heads up, copy-and-paste into Notepad or something. Going straight from Word to the forums results in lots of interesting characters mixed in there.

[beanmachine43]

Just as a heads up, copy-and-paste into Notepad or something. Going straight from Word to the forums results in lots of interesting characters mixed in there.

Alright, I didn't seem to have that problem before, but thanks.

[beanmachine43]

Ray and Bastoni

 

I sit at the bar, still clutching my gun wound. With the adrenaline out of my system, the pain finally sets in.

 

“You okay there, man?”

 

I turn and see Ray taking a seat next to me at the bar. Sporting a leather jacket, slacks, and greased-out hair, he looks exactly how I pictured him from two years ago. He orders a shot of tequila and turns back to me.

 

“So what did you want to talk to me about?”

 

I take a sip of hard liquor, “A’ight, look…You know about the whole drug-ring going through New York, Miami, and Colombia, right?”

 

He nods his head, “Yeah, that’s something we’ve been trying to put an end to, Mike.”

 

“Yeah, I know that. I think I’ve slowed it down for now, and I know when a new shipment is coming in and where it’s going to be done.”

 

His eyes narrow, “When and where?”

 

“First I need to see Bastoni.”

 

Ray hesitates, but finally pulls out a cell phone from his inside coat pocket. He puts the reciever to his ear and waits patiently.

 

“Yeah, it’s me Pop. I got someone here who wants to talk to you…It’s Mike…No, not the one that didn’t pay up; the other one…He says he has some vital information…Alright, I’ll tell him, Pop.”

 

“What’d he say?”

 

“He said to come up in a few minutes. He doesn't sound too happy, but I'm sure you'll pull through. Sh*t, I've forgiven ya, kid... Until then, what’ve you been up to, man?”

 

“Sh*t, a lot has happened the past couple of weeks, man.”

 

“Yeah, you seem pretty tired…"

 

He glances down at my shirt, "Holy sh*t, what the fu*k is that?”

 

Pointing at my still somewhat blood-stained shirt, his eyes widen. I shake my head, saying that it’s no big deal.

 

“Bullsh*t it’s no big deal. Here, I know someone that can fix you right up after you see Bastoni.”

 

He hands me a card with a number and street address.

 

”It’s about two blocks from here, so it shouldn’t be too far out of the way. He’s been connected with the family for years; a real expert in his field.”

 

“A’ight, thanks man.”

 

I tuck the card into my back pocket.

 

“Tell me Mike; why haven’t you come back these past to years?”

 

“Look, I was seventeen back then, man. I didn’t know what type of sh*t you guys were into back then.”

 

He takes another sip of tequila, “Well how do I know we can trust you?”

 

I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know, I guess you can’t then, man.”

 

He lets out a laugh, playfully grabbing my shoulder, “That’s why I like you, kid. You got the balls to talk to a man associated with the New Jersey Mafia.”

 

“Yeah, that reminds me; you better pay me some money for ridin’ my ass all the way over here. I had to fu*kin’ check out a motel room you asshole.”

 

He laughs even harder, “Man, you got jokes, kid… Alright, we’ll take care of that, but first you gotta see Bastoni.”

 

He gets up from his seat and beckons me to follow him. I stay on his heels until we get to a set of stairs.

 

“He up here?” I ask.

 

“Yep, c’mon let’s go.”

 

We quickly walk up the two sets of stairs. By the time we’re at the top, I see two goons standing outside an oak double-door.

 

One of them notices me and halts me, “Who’s this, guy?”

 

“Get your hands off of him. This is Mike; he was around here way before you.”

 

“You mean I took a black guy’s job? Damn, I thought it was because of my skillful techniques.”

 

My blood boiling, muscles tensing, I’m ready to lay this motherfu*ker out... I clench my fist, ready to deal a deadly blow. I catch myself before I finish the job; I don’t want to give a bad impression for Bastoni.

 

Ray jumps in, “Yeah, well giving blowjobs isn’t exactly a skill, alright? It’s more of a talent.”

 

“Hey, fu*k you, Ray!”

 

Laughing, he pushes him out of the way, “Shut the fu*k up, Tony.”

 

I follow him, but give Tony the evil eye. He gives me a cocky grin, and I’m tempted to knock it off his face.

 

Then, a famaliar voice rings in my ear, “Mike, you gotta lot of balls coming back hear, my friend.”

 

[Drizz]

*thumbs up*!!

 

- Dri'z Up.

[beanmachine43]

Just Business

 

I turn and see Bastoni sitting in his brown leather chair, puffing away on a cigar. Sporting a black pinstripe suit and sun cap, he looks exactly like an old school mob boss from the movies I watch as a kid.

 

“So what makes you have the balls crawling back to here?”

 

I take a seat across from him, “Look, I know what I did back then was really fu*ked up, but I have a way of making it up.”

 

He nods his head toward me, “What happened to you?”

 

“That don’t matter right now. What does is I have some information for you.”

 

He laughs, “Oh really? And what would that be?”

 

“I’ll tell you, but I need you to somethin’ in return.”

 

He puts his cigar out in his ashtray, “I’m all ears, kid.”

 

“I need some allies. I need to know someone has got my back in this city.”

 

“What about all your ‘homeboys’ over on the Eastside?”

 

I shake my head, “I don’t know about that no more. The place is real fu*ked up now. Drugs have been comin’ in and just cleanin’ house. I doubt any of my homeboys are alive anymore. Doggs cleaned out the place.”

 

For the first time ever, I see Bastoni show some sympathy, “Okay, here’s what I can do for you. If you keep your end of the bargain, then I have no problem assisting you in any way possible. Hell, if the info is somewhat decent, I might just consider throwing away that whole incident we had a few years ago out the window.”

 

“You for real?”

 

“Am I the one to kid?”

 

I laugh, “Na, I guess not.”

 

“Just business, kid. Now tell me what I want to hear.”

 

“A’ight, check this out; this dude Doggs was runnin’ the New York side of the three-part drug ring, right? Well I took that mothafu*ka out, so we got New York cut off from the supply, for now. But the only way we can put a huge dent in their operations is to take action.”

 

“What kind of action are we talking here?”

 

“I mean something big. Something that will take these mothafu*kas off the map for good. I know where their next shipment is coming in and where. If we can take that out, then they as good as ours.”

 

“Alright, so let’s say I help you out; will it get these cock-jugglers out of New York for good?”

 

I nod my head, “Yeah, these mothafu*kas good as dead.”

 

He rises to his feet and holds his hand out, “Alright, you got yourself a deal, kid. And about that whole incident, don’t worry about it right now; we’ll talk later.”

 

“A’ight, but their shipment will be here tomorrow.”

 

He nods his head, “I’ll get my guys ready; just make sure you’re ready”

 

“Man, I was born ready.”

 

He smiles, “Just the kind of response I’d expect to hear from you.”

 

“I’ll call you and tell you where to meet up, a’ight?”

 

“Sure thing, Mike. Just make sure you don’t back out of this; that’s the last thing you’d want to do.”

 

I turn and start heading toward the door, Ray waiting for me. We both walk outside the door and ignore Tony’s smart-ass remark as we head down the stairs.

 

 

Instead of following Ray, I start heading for the front door.

 

“Where’re you going, Mike?”

 

I stop and turn toward him, “I’m headin’ back to my hood, man. I’m gonna rally the troops for one last time.”

 

“Alright, just make sure you’re here by tonight.”

 

I nod my head and head outside the door, closing it behind me.

 

[Drizz]

I wonder how this topic is still at 50%!!

 

*pushes it to 55%*

 

nice stories man, like always! - Dri'z Up.

[Drizz]

 

Hey bean u dropped this 1? - Dri'z Up.

 

[beanmachine43]

Actually, I was just about to get on here and let you know that I'm finishing up the next chapter. I've been busy for the past few weeks, but now I actually have time to get back to writing. So there should be an update by tomorrow or the day after. I'm not gonna drop this one like the last story.

[Drizz]

Yay

 

Happy 2 hear this. - Dri'z Up.

[beanmachine43]

Sorry for not updating again. I've actually had this chapter done for awhile, but frequent power outages have made it hard to get online. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

 

 

Numbers Game

 

I have no idea if any of my old homeboys are still living here or even alive for that matter. This is where I was born, not where I raised. Just by looking at run-down apartments, pothole-covered streets, groups of thugs hanging around the liquor store; I’m glad I didn’t turn out like these guys. At least I’m not wasting my ammo on my own people.

 

One particular group of hoodlums standing outside the liquor store spot me rolling down the street in my red Cadillac. They surround my ride as I slow for the intersection. Sporting all red, it comes to my attention that these may be Doggs’ soldiers.

 

Four altogether, but the smallest one seems to have the biggest mouth.

 

“We likin’ the way you ride, nigga! Get out and no one needs to die!”

 

He makes his way for the driver side window, and pulls out a pistol. Pressed against the side of my skull, I knew I should’ve rolled up windows before heading to a neighborhood like this.

 

“Yo, this is a car-jackin’! Get the fu*k outta the car, bitch!”

 

I slowly raise my right arm, but stealthily use my other to grab the .45 sitting underneath my seat.

 

Unaware of my intentions, he starts to get nervous, “Nigga, I ain’t playin’ with you! Get the f*ck outta the car ‘fore I blow your brains all over your dashboard!”

 

Keeping silent, I finally get a firm grip on the handle. Before I can make my move, the sound of a cocking pistol makes me hesitant. With the sweat running down the side of my face, everything seems to be happening the exact opposite of what I thought.

 

“That’s it! You got three seconds before I fu*kin’ shoot yo’ ass!”

 

Whatever it was; the rush of adrenaline, my thugged-out mindset, or just plain stupidity; it helped stay cool through the situation.

 

Getting even more ballsy, he decides to stick his head inside my ride; big mistake.

 

With one swift motion, I bring the firearm to his skull. Eyes wide open, he shows sign of panicking, but decides to raise up at the last second.

 

“I ain’t scared of death, bitch! Pull the trigger and see what happens!”

 

His homies swarm to his side, weapons drawn. Finally understanding the odds, for the first time I open my mouth.

 

“You have two options…One; you can watch your homeboy’s brains decorate the inside of my car. Or two; you can put them things away and I might think about letting your crazy-ass partna go.”

 

Sweat now dripping down his face, he tells his friends to back off.

 

“Now tell ‘em to drop them damn things.”

 

“Drop ‘em now!”

 

Cursing underneath their breath, they unwillingly toss their heaters out of my sight.

 

“A’ight, now I need some information real quick.”

 

“Whatever you want, man; just don’t f*ckin’ shoot me!”

 

“Now who the fu*k said you had any authority of this situation!? Shut the hell up ‘fore I change my mind!”

 

Swallowing his pride, his annoying voice is replaced with his nervous breathing.

 

“What the hell is going on here and why is everyone still here if Doggs is dead?”

 

Speaking slowly, he tries to keep his cool, “A’ight…We still flaming because these Colombian mothafu*kas have been hitting our block for the past few hours. We’ve already lost six niggas, but we ready to throw down next time the come around.”

 

“When’s the last time they came around here?”

 

He takes a deep breath, “It was about a half-hour ago. They should be coming around any time now.”

 

I grab the door handle and motion for him to move out of the way. One arm still holding the gun in his direction, I close the door with the other.

 

“Look, I’m fittin’ to get all the homies together and put an end to this sh*t. Any of you know what these guys have been doin’ since they got here?”

 

One of his homies looks up, “Yeah, they’ve been pumping our guys full of base ever since.”

 

“Not just base; they’ve been giving our guys sh*t that hasn’t even been tested. We ain’t the only ones killing each other; now we got outside attention on our ass.”

 

The smallest ones opens his mouth, “So what you sayin’, nigga. You gonna wage war against these dudes?”

 

I shake my head, “I guess so. I came here to find some of my homies I knew when I was a kid. But the entire place seems like sh*t now.”

 

“It’s been like this for a couple years, man…Look, I don’t know where your guys are, but if you’re serious about rollin’ on these mothafu*kas for one last time; you know we’re all down.”

 

I look over to his comrades, all nodding their heads in agreement. ;

 

“Not just them man; look around.”

 

Before I know it, a small crowd forms around us. Most of them being young guns dressed in not only red, but also blue.

 

“What’s this? Ya’ll tired of fighting each other? It ain’t Bloods versus Crips no more?”

 

They all look at each other, trying to come up with an answer. I take the silence as a yes and take a step forward.

 

“A’ight if you’re serious about this, then saddle up and meet me at 125th Street at eleven o’clock.”

 

I turn back toward my ride, but a hand grips my shoulder.

 

“Don’t you wanna know my name, man?”

 

I give a slight grin and nod my head, “Yeah, that’d be good to know I guess.”

 

“Well, my name’s James and I guess you can learn my all my homies’ names later tonight.”

 

“Just remember that this is going to be some serious sh*t that’s gonna go down. This ain’t no walk in the park.”

 

He nods his head, “Yeah, we got that, man.”

 

I turn around and start heading for my car again.

 

“Hey!”

 

Opening the door, I turn my head.

 

“Thanks for this, man. We ain’t gonna let you down.”

 

 

[Drizz]

 

~o0o~ Cool That's nice you still update this.

 

Pretty funny how he gut these thugs down wit him.. wasn't expecting that.. i thought it would be blood again ))

 

im lookin 4 the next chapter keep on it, bean

~o0o~