Bad Boy Jack Gilinsky

tres

4 days later, After my meltdown was over, and my head was officially wrapped around the idea of thousands of Americans running around the place and killing each other for 12 hours straight, I was in the van with Sammy and Nate. It wasn't really a huge deal for my gang, probably because we kill more people than all the Americans could in one night

"Margo, get the stuff ready, we're pulling up into this guys place now," Sam said as he turned the car around into a huge metal building

We were delivering all of our drugs to a guy who had a huge safe warehouse underneath the ground that stored all of his important weaponry or stuff like that, we needed to stash away all of our shit before the purge, this guy was a pretty big deal actually, but didn't stand a chance against the three of us

"Open up assholes," Nate announced to the camera pointing at us as we stood outside the front gate

I picked up a rock and thew it at the camera, making it fall to the ground, me and Sammy chuckled as they let us in

After they opened up the door and there we were, standing in front of a fat rich guy sitting in a maroon coloured chair while two body guards stood beside us

"We have a bit of a problem old buddy," Nate chuckled, shaking his head

"We've never been 'buddies' Maloley," the guy scoffed, I rolled my eyes in response and looked at Nate who smiled

"I like your little crew here," Nate chuckled as he looked at the two body guards

"Much stronger than you've ever been Mololey," the fat guy spat before Nate screamed 'now' which was our co-word

Sammy and Nate surprisingly went for the two tall guys while I went for the big guy, I quickly whipped out my gun and pointed it at the fat guys head, while two gunshots went off, which meant the two guards were dead. I sprinted toward the main guy in the chair so he didn't have time to take out his weapon, but surely enough, he did. And even though I kicked the gun out of his hand, he managed to slice a hand knife into my outer thigh

I moaned in pain as I fell to the floor, he pointed a gun to me about a metre away from my face

"It's been a pleasure, Margo," the old man said before Sam tackled him to the ground, I quickly picked up the gun he dropped and shot him through his fat head

"Thanks Wilk," I smiled at Sam

After we stashed all of our important shit in their super safe warehouse we hoped into the van and I turned on my music

Lana Del Ray - Video Games came on and the cold air hit my face as my hair blew out the window

"Heaven is a place on earth with you.." I sang along to one of my favourite songs of all time

Sam laughed at my singing and when we pulled up back to the apartment jacks were getting high on the leftover stuff, before the purge