Jacket was sent to Hell because of his actions in Miami. How will he survive in unfamiliar territory? Fuck if I know, I'm just the author.
Notice: This books was made purely on sleep deprivation. Expect possible remaster in the future. This was made...
As I was driving, I turned on the radio. Hopefully it helps take my mind off things.
Host: Good evening everyone, it's Flash FM. It's 15 minutes til 2 a.m., so we'll keep the mood going with one of my personal favorites. This is Time After Time, by Cyndi Lauper.
Definitely fits the mood, that's for sure. As I drive back to the studio, I see a store that catches my eye. Ammu-nation.... could be worth looking into. I park in the parking lot and do an ammo check. All I really need is 9mm for my Beretta, and 45 ACP for my Mac-10. I walk in and spot a demon behind the counter. He had the average American Dad Bod. With a sleeveless flannel shirt and grease stained blue jeans. And to top it all off, he had a trucker hat with the Confederate Flag on it.
Clerk: Howdy, what can I do ya for?
As I look behind him, I see a huge rack of weapons. I spot a 1911 and get an idea. If I buy a ton of 45 ACP, that takes care of my Mac-10, and I could also use the ammo for the 1911. I walk back to my Acado and grab the duffel bag of money. I walk back in with the bag and point to the 1911.
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Clerk: Ah, you're my favorite customer already.
He hands me the pistol and a few spare magazines. I handed him a roll of 20s.
Clerk: Now you really are my favorite.
He says with a chuckle. I bought a couple 1,000 round boxes of 45. I also paid for a box of 100 9mm rounds and some extra Mac-10 magazines.
Clerk: I'll make sure to remember you.
I walk out to my car and put my new found treasures in the backseat. I take a few minutes to reload the new magazines and all that. I've got quite the growing collection. Afterwards, I was off to the Studio. Once I was there, I walked in through the front. Passing through the club was kind of a hassle though. I had to avoid drunk demons and hookers trying to grab me. Eventually, I was able to make it to the meeting room. I walk in to see Vox on a computer, and Velvet on her phone. I left the bag of money on the couch, Valentino should know. I walk back out to my car and just sit for a minute. Despite not getting any sleep since I got here, I never feel tired, like I just had 9 hours of sleep. Although, I just summed up my sleep schedule when I was in the Ghost Wolves, so that might explain it. I'm getting off track. I start the Acado and start the drive to I.M.P. I might not even need the job, since I've been so busy working for the Three V's. I was about to turn on the radio, but I see a glass bottle fly through the air and hit my car. I hit the brakes and see a group of hellhounds laughing like they had heard the greatest joke ever. I pull up to the sidewalk next to the apartment complex. The fuckers are gonna get it. I put my mask on and shift to Tony, hopefully this makes them bleed more. I grab my 1911 with the spare magazines and shove them into my back pockets, just in case. As I walk towards them, I heard music blaring from the building. There must be a party, because the parking lot is completely full. I check my car, thankfully, there were no dents
