Gangsters, Money, and Love

Gangsters, Money. and Love part 5

Anastacia drove home, late at night after work. She had killed a bunch of people, her mom and dad didn't know she was out killing people, they believed she was working a night shift job. But she was a contract killer, today she brought home 35,000$ for a night of work. Altogether her savings totaled over 500,000$.
Dad and mom were asleep, so Anastacia passed right out, and slept for the next 8 hours. On the side, she sold drugs. Heroin, meth, Crack, coke, oxys. Her drugstore opened everyday at 4pm-11pm. She delivered her shit too. She started with one customer, now she is at 20 customers. Every night she makes at least 4000$ dollars.
Anastacia had a boyfriend, but it wasn't anything special, she had trouble loving people.
She did want love... but now she's fine with just good sex and money.
Love is something she has never felt before. She didn't really love anybody, she knew to protect her family, mom and dad are a form of love, her sister Aisha was a form of love. But the true love in a man, romantic love-husband and boyfriend, she didn't know how to find that.
The boss called her, and told her to come to him. One of the men smacked Anastacia, Marco and his boys were there and saw everything. It was me and Marco once again Anastacia was getting used to him. Marco. Some motherfuckers were putting coke across the sea, smuggling it by using bitches asses, so we went to the harbor on our end, and oversaw them making the delivery, the operator of a crane moved crates around. Then he put them on a truck, and delivered the drugs. Suddenly, a lot of these motherfuckers came and started shooting at us. One motherfucker almost shot me down, and Marco shot him just before he could kill me- Anastacia. He went on a killing spree that day. Saving my ass, Marco. About 50 enemies were shot at the harbor, then the rest ran off..
I laughed with him- Marco, "shit kid, you're getting better than me at this."
We sent the truck on the way...
"For saving me, let's go get some McDonald's, it's late at night and it's on me." That's as Anastasia's way of giving love.
Anastacia pulled up at the McDonald's. Got me a big Mac meal. I told her she's dope for this shit because I was a fiend aka maniac for McDonald's. "I was fiending one of these. We ate... I burped. She laughed. "So Anastacia, tell me, how do you have fun? I can see you don't smoke weed." "I'll tell you why I don't smoke weed, I feel ashamed, everytime I do a drug, my whole body starts trembling, as if those I killed are inside of me, haunting me. Like ghosts, they follow me. I feel exposed."
"Wow, OK, I was thinking about before, how you told me to quit drugs and all that. But the truth is, I can't quit, this shit is my life. Ever since I was 11 years old.
Listen Anastacia, I'm getting my other 2 niggas, and we going to kill the boss."
"I'm coming with you then, it's only a matter of time before they have me killed, it starts with a smack, then they make you a prostitute on heroin..."
"I don't give a fuck if the higher ups take us out. We start a new gang now, and, and I have a great idea."
"What idea?"
"I'll tell you later."
"What we have to do is buy off the damn Prime Minister, eventually..."
"Your getting a little ahead of us, let's take this gang shit one mission at a time..."

"OK, well, we got to do this tonight. We have a plan. My niggas are posted up. Are you coming with us?" I asked Anastacia. "Yes."
"OK."
So we went to the bosses, made our way through the mansion, pulled out our weapons, and shot the boss in the head. 1st things 1st.
Then his minions came, and guns were bustin ' left and right, Draco got shot in the arm and was bleeding. Uzi killed a couple of those motherfuckers. Anastacia killed one. We had a rocket launcher too, we busted it in the bosses house. After the explosion, the roof was about to fall. We quickly ransacked what we could, there was a shitload of money in his closet in one of the upper rooms. We ran back to the car, and drove home.
Now I had 4 gang members of my own. Anastacia was one of them.
We had about 1 million dollars stolen from the boss. .
I had around 300,000 dollars now at home. Anastacia then said the craziest shits I've ever heard. She gave me 500,000 she wanted to flip this money fast. Draco then chipped in his own 200 000, and uzi 150000. So I finally had over a million dollars, almost 2 million. Now I had to keep flipping this shit. That was the money plan.
Also, someone had to personally go, on a plane, and meet the motherfucker who sold us coke. We needed a discount too. So I arranged it with the guy who sells me coke, and a couple of his own thugs gave me the number... He told me to come with him to Peru, where the coke is manufactured.
So all four of us went, me, Draco, Uzi, and Anastacia. So far, we were hidden from the boss's men.
We took a flight to Peru. And met one of the biggest drug dealers in the world. He took us through the factory, where we saw the product. I told him 1,500,000$, I want to buy coke. He sold me a gram for 42$, plus I had to pay for the boat shipping it in. Altogether done in 2 weeks. $4200 a kilogram.
(We also went on a mini vacation, to the beaches and saw some of the Mayan pyramids and shit like that.)
We flew back to Toronto, the coke was headed our way, the deal set. We started by going around and murdering drug dealers. We asked kids in high school, you know someone who sells drugs, they pointed people out for a 100$. We waited the kids out, until they were done school for the day.
Then we shot them down broad daylight.
We did this in every single fucking district. Shot down the teens drug dealing. Many times we kidnapped the teens, and they gave us their guy, so we robbed all those people, and left none alive.
. It was all over the news, drug dealers are being shot all around the city, a crazy gang of serial killers are going around and killing students, and their drug affiliates. Now, new drug dealers will pop out with our cocaine, gaining us money.
Anastacia worked hard, she went around shooting high school kids. I was proud to have her on my team.
She told us, "the cops are probably on our trail, maybe we should slow down, before too much heat is thrown at us." "Naw, fuck it. We bang out with them if they come, we are in this right now until death. This is a small hump in our business. We need to gain control of the city. On some gangster shit... once the ball gets rollin, we gunna spiral into a fucking atomic bomb- moneywise.
Motherfuckers were dying all over the city. We were called gangsters, we were called terrorists. We were the craziest motherfuckers this city has ever seen. All over the police's most wanted list. This has become my dream come true.
2 weeks later, the boat came. We unloaded it. Then we moved that shit into storage units- Uhaul. We had the cocaine in desktop bins. We had the keys, and nobody was allowed in. We had almost 36, 000 grams of cocaine. That's 36 kilos.
So we started flipping our money, which made us over 3 million, but it was too slow. We only had 4 people to sell it.
I had to do something...

I wanted to make an app that I could sell drugs through. An app where all drugs can be ordered, and delivered. Basically a drug dealing business. Like Uber except for drugs.
We ran up with guns to the place they make apps, and we told them, if they don't do this your all fucking dead. I stabbed one of them in the leg with a knife, to emphasize my point, no fucking around.
So they made the app with all types of drugs, cocaine, Marijuana, heroin, oxy, ketamine, Adderall, fentanyl, crystal meth, codeine. Coke was at 65$ a gram, a huge discount when compared to regular Street prices.
The app blew up, millions of people were downloading it, trying to buy our drugs.
At first, the police didn't know for a while.
How was clientele set up? The app had a "job button" where drugs were sold 3 ways, 50% to me Marco. And 50% to the drug dealer. So clientele was all good.
Thats when we threatened the Prime Minister, to kill him if the cops try some shit. In a week he got the threat, and layed low- knowing our power.
We got 6 million dollars off this shit poppin off- the app in a couple months. We then took one of our rocket launchers to Ottawa, and shot the bazooka at the Prime Ministers office. A huge hole was in the building. That scared the police for a while, and they knew not to mess with us, especially our app.
So we kept selling all these drugs, delivery drivers handled it, and got a 50% cut. They made 15,000 a night... regular people were in on it.
Whoever fucked up, was assassinated. Whoever fucked with our drugs, was killed. We handled our business well. Made our profits and bathed in money.
Anastacia finally came up to me, for a date. I felt that Tupac song, all I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end. She would be my gangster wifey.
Our lives were going well. I was an 18 year old millionaire.
At dinner, Anastacia and I talked about how we felt, how good it felt to murder. "I had a hell of a time stabbing that app developer. Proving a point to the world, it felt like delivering a message, clearer than words, it felt like painting a picture, a masterpiece, like Picasso or some shit, nobody fucks around with violent people. Marco had those dead violent eyes. The types you see sometimes, you can see it in their eyes, their hunger and willingness to kill and die for this shit.
Anastacia loved those types of eyes- the dead eyes. "I love killing too, ever since I was a little girl, I beat up other girls for talking about me, and shit like that, I was always alone, I had no friends. One day I snapped at a girl and killed her cat, I threw her cat up into the air. And it landed on the fence spikes. It was the funniest thing ever, I couldn't stop laughing. The girl cried and cried. That's what gave me an interest in murder. I took the neighbor's dog, and slit its throat. That one also made me laugh. My parents put me into foster care when they found the body of the dog. And I ran away, to live with this guy, from the foster home. Eventually he cheated and I killed him too.
"Your fucking crazy, but yeah I'll admit it. When my mom died I took my anger out on Tatiana, for no reason- I killed her, she just pissed me off." "I can see we feel about murder in similar ways." She told me.
We made out then, and honestly, I sensed my heart flutter, and my stomach felt funny. Anastacia gave a big smile after we kissed. "If you cheat on me, you're dead." "Same with you," I said. "To love," we toasted and drank. We were drunk and it was getting late.
We went home, and we made love to each other. She was sexy as hell. A bad bitch...
We got up in the afternoon, slept in. Money was rolling in- downhill to us like a snowball. Spiraling out of control. This week, another 7 million dollars. I used it to double back. I paid off the cops, I paid off politicians. All who would speak positively about us.
The Russian mob was still on our ass. They couldn't find us, but we stole all their business. This would mean wars with these gangs. I took more goons, hiring niggas. They protected our house 24/7. We had some tracking the mob, working two roles, one was reporting to us. And when they found a couple of them, I sent a team of goons to handle them. I told them to bust in, and make sure each motherfucker dies in that house. Kid, grandma, I don't give a fuck, kill them all. Slowly but surely, we gained more and more territory.
Mariya had the baby, and frankly, I didn't give a fuck about her or the baby.
Jealous Anastacia then decided to kill them, once she heard I had a baby with Mariya. She had killed them both herself. Even the kid. I cried like fucking crazy about the kid for a week... then my heart turned cold. I knew then, there is no point to life...
Frankly, I sensed Anastacia's madness, and was in even more love with me...
With all this money coming in, I bought a Lamborghini, and a villa down in the Caribbean, where I wanted to retire. Not yet, but soon.
I went on a radio show. 93.5.
"So, your the biggest drug dealer in town?" "Yes, I got everything for the cheapest price. Coke for 65 a gram. Molly, kitty, heroin, whatever the fuck you need, I got it." "On the app store." "Correct, on the app store, we provide drugs, delivered right to your house." "What's the app called? Let our people know." "The app is called drug dealer. That's where you can buy drugs." "Thanks for having me on the show." I left the radio show with a million more customers.
I was flying back and forth from Peru, our supplier got more business, so he lowered the price to 3,500 for a kilo of coke. 35$ a gram from 42$. Business was good. I sold that shit double the price. Bought 10 million of that. Sold within a month. Bought another 20 million, sold within the month. I was making about 40 million every month, but I wanted more. My niggas Draco and uzi were still with me, we do coke everyday and hang out cause shit is great right now...
They have their women. Draco got married last month. His wife is some Latina chick. And uzi with a black mixed girl. We all happy as fuck right now with the influx of money. I wondered? Was I truly in love with Anastacia, or is it just the money? Anastacia already stays by my side, and we are happy, and thr love making is still good.
We often kill people whenever we feel like it, to satisfy our need for murder, we both share that feeling...and she's a major part of our business. Who wouldn't be happy?
Now we had hired niggas to destroy the cops. We wanted no police. 1000s of gangsters were working for Marco. So we shot down the cops we saw. Whenever we had a chance. We paid them a 250k reward per cop. Cops were dying left and right. It was anarchy in the streets, and the government could do nothing.
The government then gave up, and our territory became police free. The police were too scared of us, our team of gangsters. We had too much money and resources. Guns galore. We turned these Toronto streets into the wild wild west. Nobody fucked with us on our territory. Even the mafias came, and offered their condolences to me.
We then merged the Russians, Mexicans, Italians, and they accepted me as their boss- the new leader of the mafia. But shit mostly stayed the same. Why? Because the influx of money was about to be crazy, unheard of money. Going up to the billions, you can't even believe this shit I got poppin. The world was mine.
I had professional chemists doing the crystal meth shit. I had doctors working for me. Prescribing me oxys, codeine, Adderall, percocets. I threatened doctors with death, and they do anything I want. So I had an almost limitless supply of drugs, using a lot of doctors. We sold that shit through my app- drug dealer.
I added stuff to the app, for example, the job button, you press it and get jobs. Moving coke and taking out anyone of influence, all that shit pops up as a mission on the app. Lots of people were couriers, delivering the drugs, making more money than they ever made.
For most people, the app was an escape from society, a place where you do your own thing and make money with whatever your down for. You sell the drugs, and get paid. You kill someone, get paid. I gave them- the drug dealers, power over their own life.
Fuck the government, taxes, being somebodies bitch at work. Scamming this world with these companies filled with greed. They barely pay their workers, a motherfucker has to go and survive paycheck to paycheck, people wanted to be well off, working for something, they would be willing to kill people for this type of financial freedom. Most people worked these regular jobs for nothing. They saved no money, the companies fuck them.
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Anastacia was on a mission to kill a couple drug dealers. During the mission she was kidnapped, and hadn't come home for 3 days. She was gone. No texts or phone calls were getting through. We had no idea where she was. We looked for her all over town, she drives a white BMW i350.. So we called up the police, which had been bought off, so they sent us her information. Anastacia Selah, half Jewish on her mother's side, and dad is half black- South African and half white-German. We put her on the app, her photo and bio, whoever brings her in gets a 200,000$ reward, even information about her known whereabouts was paid.
We had the entire affiliate with the drug dealer- the app, asking questions. Where is she? They brought in some drug dealers for questioning. Fuck it, I took the machete and cut their heads off, arms off legs off, and left a message which ended up as news. 10 bodies were piled up central downtown, heads on top of arms and legs, scattered over a pile.
The message written was, whoever took Anastacia, you will fucking die. Once we find you, we are going to kill you. Or, you can bring her in easily, and we make a deal. Your choice... City TV News reported on us.
I'm sure they got the message.
We left this straight up for everyone to see, the media hyped it up, and now all the drug dealers wanted in. We didn't give a fuck what the police thought anymore, we did shit like that on TV.
One motherfucking drug dealer had an interview.
"You are a drug dealer?"
"Yes." He wore a mask and on his back was a strapped rocket launcher.
"Have you killed people?" The interviewer asked him.
"I have killed many people."
"Who is your boss?"
"My boss is somebody. And nobody. He is alive, and dead. He is a man of nightmares."
"If anyone has seen this girl, tell us." And he showed the TV man- reporter- a picture of Anastasia. Whoever brings her gets a big reward from my boss."
Then he took the rocket launcher, and fired at the sky scraper with 4 missiles. Police, firemen, medics, all came to the site, the building was about to fall. And the man fired more shots. Then he fled underground, caught a train on the subway- met up with his getaway driver and they left, never to be seen again.
Over 3000 people were killed in this attack with the RPG
. Everyone was afraid, our gang was about to rip a new fucking asshole into the city, if someone doesn't bring me Anastacia soon, more and more motherfickers will die. I'll fuck up the whole damned city if I have I have to.
Such power became Marco's, the leader, to threaten cities, to bribe off prime Ministers, countries fearing him. His power was limitless and the coke constantly flowed in, he planned and fabricated the whole thing. By now, he was closing in on a billion dollars, at 19 years old. Already a true legend in the gangster hall of fame.
He thought about Pablo, and Scarface, the lifestyle they had been through. I knew all about it.
Eventually the CIA was given bribe money, and signatures by them gave the go ahead to incoming cocaine from other countries. So who were the world's biggest drug dealers? The government and the feds.
They got deals with the communists, they created lots of heroin, and I imported that shit from them. Afghanistan was another heroin filled country I got drugs from to sell.
I put the CIA on the Anastacia case to find where she is.
She was kidnapped by some men in masks. They raped her. And then got spooked, so they left her butt naked walking down to Toronto. A woman had given her a ride. Anastacia then called me. Free. Told me she's all right, and cried. Then she went to the hospital for all types of checkups.
She was OK, but inside she felt bitter, for she didn't know how to get revenge against them. Who they were, and so on. She came to me and hugged me, she told me they raped her over and over again, and I cried... I told her let's go to some fucking place up north, let's get away. Let's go see wolves or some shit in the Yukon territories, or go on a winter cruise to see whales and shit. She said fuck, I'll go. "Maybe we should rent one of those RVs and go around North America.
Now we are going on another vacation together.
It was just us two. We drove all the way to Prince Edward Island. We saw the beautiful little colorful city while I drove the RV and held her hand. The stores, the ocean, everything here was beautiful. She sat on the passenger seat beside me.
I did coke in the washroom during driving breaks.
We both wanted to go up north, so we went to see Nunavut, we wanted to find wolves. We specifically came for the wolves, it was both of our spirit animal. We found some in the tundra, a family of wolves, and so Marco decided to kill the mother and father and we kept two wolves, one was jet black, and one was pure white. We took the babies into the RV. Fed it dog food. The pups grew to love us. Me and Anastacia then made love, being happily together.
She finally told me the whole story of how she got raped..
She was tracking a guy with a lot of coke, alone. He had a place in Toronto. Where he sold his shit in a similar way to us, he had delivery drivers moving his shit for him to the customers. He had about $500,000 in coke. I slept one night in the car near his house. He busted the window without me knowing, choked me, he beat me up, he pulled me into his house. and then took me to the basement of his house. He had a giant cage.
He would let his delivery drivers come in and rape me, he used sedatives like ketamine to get me high, and I couldn't think properly, and they just kept coming, raping me.
Eventually I gave up, and felt nothing, I gave up on life... The man then let me go, because he knew I was Marco's girl. She cried in my arms. "One day, we will find them my love- Anastacia, whatever you want, we kill them slow, fast, you can dictate everything."
"I want them to die slow, roasting like the damn pigs they are!"
"Yeah, we'll give them the worst death ever, live on TV or some shit."

We continued riding through the North. We ended up in british Columbia. At the pacific ocean. Anastacia was hurt. I thought about what that all meant. She's probably too scared to continue on as a gangster.
We slept in the RV, the wolf pups were jumping about... I snuck out at night, I decided to go to the nuru massage place. When I got there, a dozen Asian bitches were lined up to give me a bath. I took the hottest bitch I saw and had some great sex.
Anastacia never knew.
The reason I behave like this? Because I try love, everytime, and it's never true love. It always feels like the relationship becomes fake, or stupid. Or simply just about sex, I didn't even know why. It was probable that I'll never have true love. Wasn't meant for me. So I might as well play the game, make love to them. But never truly locking on to that love. So I'm here...fucking bitches.
The Asian bitch finished me off, gave me a bath, her pussy was tight as fuck. And I came in her mouth. And after the bath, I smell really good.
I went home to the RV, still had a boner. I tried to make love to Anastacia, but she didn't want it, she was traumatized by the men who raped her. I went to sleep, night done.
Next we were headed for California. Down south from British Columbia.
We went to Venice Beach in LA, and we asked about parties, turns out there were plenty, we went to the beach house mansion party. We danced and danced, everybody was looking at us. We went to the beach, swam a little, held hands under the moonlight and kissed. Partied out, we met some stoners on the beach. Anastacia and I smoked, but it was bad for, it had a bad effect on her, she had a panic attack thinking the rapists were coming back.. I calmed her down, explaining to her not to worry... But it got bad, so I I took her to the hospital and left her there for the night.
I found an escort site with hoes. I picked the sexy blonde bitch with the fat ass, getting to know the city we were at better. And took her inside of my RV, we had a few drinks and then a big bang boom. And it was done, she went home.
I laughed at these bitches were getting fucked down, it made me smile, they loved big meat on the menu- the cockmeat.
I got coked out too hard the next night. Meant I was not going to fall asleep, the coke in my veins was making my heart pump faster and faster. I loved this shit to death. I picked up Anastacia that morning after she stayed the night at the hospital. The doctor said it's a negative reaction to Marijuana, and that we shouldn't worry, and he gave her some prescription pills for anxiety.
We left for the RV, preparing to continue forward on our journey. Anastacia said she felt cold, so she slept and I said fuck it, I slept beside her, her in my arms. If she knew that I was fucking bitches here, she would probably fucking kill me at this point. That's how we psychopaths are. So we slept.
I woke up, and I wondered how it would be if we controlled the world. I knew, we had to go international eventually, and I had to dream bigger. I would be the first trillionaire in the history of the world. That motherfucker- Elon musk got 200 billion. But me nigga? I'm going to sell this shit for 100s of trillions. My shit is becoming a global phenomenon. This some King shit. But how does a fucking gangster become king? By being the King of Gangsters meaning money equals power... if I get that type of money, money that can end poverty, I'm sure many people would let me rule them, and we- can make the rules without any governments.
Then the world will get more money, the weak will become strong. For this, I would be a god- to all the people.
I asked Anastacia for sex, no way- she said. I don't feel like sex.
That night we were passing through Texas, and I got a cowgirl to ride my dick. She came, her body was shaking in euphoria, she ate up my kids. I said goodbye. And she blew me a kiss back.
Onto the next spot, we stopped in Kentucky, got some fried chicken and a foursome, I was throwing money that night. Anastacia asleep. I paid for 4 hoes. We had sex all night for 9 hours. I made all of them cum. They all licked each other's pussies like dykes. One was dressed as an angel, the other a devil, another a cat, and the last one a dog bitch. I sneaked Molly into their drinks. These bitches went wild on me after.
I got out of there that morning. Went back to the RV, and fucking Anastacia was throwing shit everywhere, breaking shit. I came home and she was trying to kill me, with a knife... I had to split, so I grabbed my bag with important shit. And took a flight home, to get away from this psycho bitch, tripping me the fuck out.
That's when Anastacia was found dead by suicide. She shot herself after I left her on the bus. Good riddance...
I contemplated love for a while...Business was booming, making 30 million a day, that's just in Canada, we were planning to expand to the United States, but they have their own deals. Also Europe was a great market, then asia, Africa, fucking everything. I'm coming for everything.