The New York Gang War

Ch 14: Burn It Down

Your P.O.V.

It's been a couple days since I hit The Kobra Kings safehouse. Between that and destroying some of their fake cash, hitting them was going great. But I had a feeling it was going to take a lot more than that to draw Elvis Jackson out. So I knew that I had to do something that he wasn't able to ignore. And it just so happens that I'm literally chasing down a lead right now.

I had found a courier and decided to try and follow him. Sadly, the guy saw me and instantly ran for his car. I guessed that Jackson likely sent word to keep an eye out for me. After what happened the other day likely caused him to put his men on high alert. Fouttunatly, I saw a guy getting off a motorcycle and took it to chase the courier. And the idiot even left the keys in the ignition for who knows what.

So I started to chase after the courier for several minutes. Of course, he tried to shot at me, but it wasn't easy with all these other cars. I mean, seriously, why the hell does New York have terrible traffic all the time? Anyways, despite the shooting and the damn traffic, I was keeping up with the courier. But this bastard really wasn't making it that easy for me to do. As he not only was shooting, but driving like a madman.

He was speeding past lights and driving on the opposite car lane. He was really desperate in trying to make sure that I couldn't keep up. But I kept chasing after him, despite this dumbass' attempt at trying to outrun me. Well, I guess he would technically be trying to "outdrive me", but still. And I wasn't going to give up on chasing after this guy. Because I had a feeling that he'd likely know something I could use against Elvis Jackson.

So I continued chasing after this guy for a little while. After twenty minutes, the idiot ended up crashing into a car, and a parked car no less. So I had quickly stopped and went over to the car and dragged the thug out. Then I brought him into a nearby alleyway to ask him some questions. After all, he had me chase him all over the Upper West Side. So I definitely wasn't going to be leaving without some answers.

Courier: Get your hands off me!

Y/n: Listen punk, I want to know what Elvis Jackson is up too, and you're going to tell me

Courier: You want information, read a goddamn newspaper.

Y/n: Wrong answer.

So I started to beat the crap out of this stupid prick. I wasn't to worried about some random person trying to stop me. Everyone else started running off to hide after this guy started shooting. So I knew that I had at least a few minutes before the cops came. But I knew that because of the cops, I needed to get some answers and quick. So with some force, I managed to break the couriers arm, which caused him to scream out in pain.

Y/n: Talk! NOW!

Courier: Okay! OKAY! He's got a car dealership nearby that he uses to store a fuck ton of fake cash. But if you destroy it, then the boss is going to be furious.

Y/n: Thanks, you've been very helpful.

With that, I smashed his head against the wall until he died. It was a good thing I had gloves on so I didn't leave any DNA on him. So then I got back on the motorcycle and drove off before heading for the dealership. Luckily, there was only one car dealership in the district. So finding it wasn't really going to be to hard to do. After ten minutes, I was able to find the car dealership and parked.

Then I noticed several Kobra King thugs guarding the place. I knew that it was going to be a fight and got ready. It was a good thing I had an assault rifle with me right now. So I went up to the dealership and started killing all of the guards. Of course, they started taking cover as several more rushed out. But I was able to kill them all within just a few minutes. Though I knew there was still likely to be some inside.

So I went in to start looking for the cash and any remaining guards. After a few minutes, I found that there wasn't any more guards. So I strated to search for where the counterfeit cash was hidden. Then I found a door to when I assumed was a closet. But it actually lead to a basement, so I made my way down and was completely surprised. There was a large stash of cash just sitting there in a large pile.

If I had to guess, it had to be at least half a million dollars in counterfeit money. And part of me was a little surprised that this place didn't have more guards. I mean, counterfeit or not, why would someone not have extra security to keep it safe. Then I figured it must have been to make sure the place wouldn't draw in any unwanted attention. Then I remembered that I was here to get rid of the fake cash.

Luckily, I still had a few matches on me  from the other day. So I took one out, lit it, and threw it onto the pile of money. And I took a moment to watch it all go up in flames. After seeing most of it burn up, I knew I had to leave. I mean, there was a chance that the building would catch fire too. Plus the gunfire from before would definitely get peoples attention too. So I quickly ran back outside, got on the motorcycle, and then sped off.

After riding for several minutes, I knew I had to ditch the bike. It was a good thing I had my new car parked nearby. I was able to get it with the money we were making. It was a blue 2012 sedan, which I always wanted to own. So I got in the car and started driving back to The Blue Tropics. I knew that with the loss of that cash, it would definitely got Elvis Jackson attention. And I knew I just had to do more damage like that to draw him out.

After driving for a bit, I finally got back to the nightclub. Then I went in and I decided to get myself a celebratory drink. Once I did, I started to enjoy the fact a just hit Lucas King in the balls. After a few drinks, I decided to go and get some fresh air for a bit. Once I was outside, I noticed that there was a couple of Vipers arguing. And since I was the boss, I knew that I had to break it up before it all got out of hand.

Y/n: Hey, hey, hey! What the hell is going on with you two?

Viper #1: This motherfucker had the balls to say some shit about my mom.

Viper #2: Because your mom is a fucking two bit whore!

Viper #1: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

That's when the two of them started to beat the shit out of each other. So I grabbed the first guy and got him off of the other. And I was holding him back to make sure they didn't kill each other. After a minute or so, they were starting go calm down. But they were still clearly both pissed off at each other. And I was getting a migraine just trying to deal with this shit.

Y/n: Look, you know we don't get into fights with each other. And you know we don't just go around and talk shit about people. So both of you better end this shit right now before I put a bullet in your heads.

Viper #1: Man, whatever.

Viper #2: Fucking dick.

Y/n: So..... we all good?

Viper: Yeah..... I'm cool.

Viper #2: I'm fine.

Y/n: Good, because we don't know if and when The Kobra Kings are going to try and attack. So we need to make sure that we're all calm and we got our heads on straight. Because I doubt the--

That's when we all heard the sound of a car engine roaring. We all looked to see a yellow car speeding right toward us. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Lucas King sent a few guys to try and take me out. And we all took cover behind a cat just before they started shooting. Once they passed us, they sped down the street and had dissappeared around the corner.

Y/n: You guys alright?

Viper #1: I'm good.

Viper #2: Me too. You good, boss?

Y/n: I'm fine, but those bastards are going to pay. You two spread the word to keep an eye out for any more Kings.

Viper #1: You got it, boss.

With that, they both went to go warn the rest of the crew. I had a feeling it was just the one car that King sent. But I knew that he'd likely try again once he found out his guys failed. And I was going to make sure that we were going to be ready. Because I had a feeling that King would try and send an army to take us on. And when he did so, then the whole crew was going to be ready.