Bluenothing65 Posted September 19, 2007 Share Posted September 19, 2007 This story in the series was loosely inspired by emopats story although this time its redjacks .v. yardies not 9s .v. yardies D-Ice D-Ices mansion was at the the top of shoreside vale. To be honest it was what you would expect from a gangsters house.3 swimming pools about 10 different cars stashed in garages littered around the mansion. A couple of homies on lookout each armed with a shotguns. Then there was inside now if you thought the outside was amazing then you should check out the inside. Platinum lined the walls, he had his own personal bar and in the lounge was not only 2 large sattelite tvs built in to the wall but a couple of stripper poles as well. A couple of redjack ogs sat on a few of the handmade leather couches from bulgaria. A few were snorting coak off a small coffe table while another few were drinking whiskey while getting lapdances. All of a sudden shots were heard. a redjack got up and picked up an ak47(guns were a common thing and were easy to find around the mansion). The redjack walked out the lounge with the gun raised a couple of red jacks behind him with there 9s out an loaded. the redjack with the ak walked down the hallway and into the front room. There was a shout followed by a chatter of gunfire and the redjack jumped back round in to the hallway blood dribbling from where a bullet had clipped his arm "the f*ckingy yardie boys are her..." he fell forwards as bulets ripped through him. The redjacks behind aimed there 9s an wildly fired. There was a grunt and a redjack fell back against the wall. A large blood stain left on the wall from where he had fell. the last couple of redjacks fell back shouting for help but were cut down as the yardie gunmen advanced killing anyone in there way. D-ice had been in his master bedroom smoking his personal stash of weed while one of his bitches gave him head when he heard it. He stumbled out the bedroom his senses dulled by weed and jizz and zipped up his tracksuit pants. D-ice looked much like most people would guess. his fingers were filled up with platinum rings while about half a dozen medallions hung over his bare chest. He had his hair braided to perfection and he always wore his $360 trainers. D-ice picked up a colt.45 and walked down the stairs "you stupid motherf*ckers what the f*ck is going on her..." he stopped dead a couple of yardies were in his living room. a bunch of dead redjacks lay at there feet blood soaking into the fur carpet "you f*cking pussy heads" yelled D-ice bringin his 45 up and shooting a round off.2 of the yardies were flung back on to the floor with blood spurting out there chest while the other 3 aimed there guns up and fired. D-ice dodged out the way but only just in time and in doing so he fell down the rest of the stairs lying in a tangled heap on the floor below. D-ice picked himself up and punched the nearest yardie to him right in the face. there was a satisfying crunch and the yardie fell back clutching a bloody nose. D-ice then looked about and lunged at a yardie to his left. the yardie was knocked backwards and cracked his head on the coffe table a line of coke slipping in to his skull. the yardie nearest D-ice fired a shot but D-ice manged to grab his hand and twist it violently making the shot spin off into the ground. D-ice then picked the yardies gun up and shot the yardie with the broken nose till he was nothing but a fleshy heap of a person on the floor. "f*ckers" croaked D-ice as he walked back up the stairs to his bedroom. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poikly Posted September 19, 2007 Share Posted September 19, 2007 Dude! You put this in WD! What is the point? Lock this thread now! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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