Gangster Love

CHAPTER ONE

Eighth of August twenty eighteen; i was there, stood by the entrance, the bouncer vetting club quality, right a couple of steps from me, and a cop car had just patrolled by. It was my smoking break, i was getting away from all the dense cigarillo smog that filled up the boss' office upstairs. Second hand smoking can kill, ya know. A clean vintage black Cressida, with dark tinted windows came from down the block the cop car had just disappeared to. By the feel of the moment, i could tell shit was upon us. I mean... any fool who'd see a car like that, coming in slow, just looking like it ain't up to no good, they has to register in their head, that it's a drive by preparing to happen.

Maybe it just was my experience, after all being an OG, comes with that, composure and paranoia. Never know... it could've been mine, so quickly i got rid of the tophat, stood a little faced to the side, keeping the Cressida in the corner of my right eye. He stopped, did not park, he just stopped right there, and i kept my eye on the windows, waiting for thems to open, and for a shooter to peek out. Of course i had my hand on my pistol concealed under my coat. That shooter was going down with me, if i was the mark. Everything was just tense, and some guy who passed by me heading to the queue, the mans looked at me and said, 'Ey G, why so tense on such a beautiful night? I see you got on some "alo governor" clothes on, the tophat and everything, so chill', he laughed as he bounced on.

That's all i remember... that guy laughing as he bounced on up to the queue. Shots, bang, bang, bang. Ladies were screaming and their mens was screaming with thems. Only three shots were fired and then there was no more. So... so i looked up, or to say it right, i got up from the ground i had dived for after the third shot. I looked. Know what i saw?

That fucken dark window black Cressida all shot up on the passenger side, behind the driver. The mens that were in it, all came out of it, wielding their glocks, with their heads ducked down, thems looking around, in search of the shooter. It was as if there never was one. There was some pointing, peeps pointing towards a car, them electric types, that then gone disappear on the bend. When the Cressida mens calmed down and composured shit up, thems came and watched nothing of the electric car types(gone). That dick hole fucker had done one on thems fast and bad. Theyz stomped, and beat themselves up about the whole sitch. That's when i saw that i knew the ginger who'd been driving, now that he stood there with his hands carried over his head. It was the guy who be right handing the right hand man of the right hand man, of thems Sierra Leone sisters. Those ladies ran the illegal gun trade worldwide, and thems ran the Kudigrabber Clan, our rival, like a good little Soviet satellite state. You fuck with it, you get attention from the ladies, and for realz though, the Kudigrabber Clan just was one of their little "subsidiaries". Theyz had, and theyz has Kudigrabber Clans all over the fucken world- all up in themz different countries.

Satellite states yeah... the fucken Soviet Union type shit. Their main state was unkown though, still is, you never work with thems, only the satellites. Their stuff ain't organised crime, or all them other stuff like... syndicate or something like that. Theirs is them stuff youz don't even know is stuff, because they be stuffy, the details or just the observation of what is. There be no observables. Them Sierra Leone sisters be ghosts after a deal, their treks be under the soil, no place for treks, gone. Only real money, and big movers get to meet thems like that. So to get back to the main tellin_; it then registered to me that the person that then been shot, was Rosalia Fuentes... the second in command of the Kudigrabber Clan, the Witch Bitch Of The North; agrr that bitch... she was a heavy pimple on the eyelid, ya know.

Smoothly i slipped away back into the club. On my way in, heading upstairs, heading to the boss' office, that's when i crossed paths with the boss's prodigy, John Lewis Guilford(J.L.G). The kid had his eyes charged, excited to go view the scene. I did not communicate with himz in any way, i too was all up in my head, charged up to go tell the news to the boss, and others in the boss's office. This was big news y'all.