Gangsters, Money, and Love

Gangsters, Money, and Love part 11

I got home to my island off the coast of brazil, our new house living like fucking that one movie, having sex on the Island. In love. Those two stranded on the island.
I got up, drank some coconut water fresh off my island's coconut tree. Caught some fish, had a nice little boat for that- with a motor. These fucking boats can get carried away in ocean currents without a motor, one moment your rowing, next your all alone in the middle of nowhere.
I met the girl from Vegas, happy as fuck she was here. I gave her a lovely make out, full of love and energy. She said she'll wait for me until later.
The girls were singing. Practicing songs and having their own talent shows on the island. It was set up like a show Canada's Got talent, and the girls knew how to dance, and sing, and some even have funny talents- like one girl can make any animal sound- another can bend her body like no other- another girl knows all instruments. We set up this table and we all voted and counted it up- all my 1000 bitches and picked a winner. In 3rd place came a group of dancers, they danced hip hop, it was great. 2nd place was the animal sounds girl, who could make any animal sound. She was funny as fuck. And 1st place came the girl who could sing, Ariana. I actually never knew she could sing, when she performed I almost started crying. She won first place for her beautiful voice... and she was the only girl's name I could remember. For now...
For having so much talent, I bought her her own studio, all the best possible studio equipment she wanted. Professionals set it up. Ariana liked me a lot, too much for this. I bought all the latest instrumentals- beats she wanted. Eventually after hard work, people were dying for the one hip hop/pop song she had. It had a good rhythm and popping flow, with smooth r&b funk style type of shit even gangster- shit they love to play. The song blew up and we made a video. The video was about a guy who gets plenty girls, and she wants his attention, so she sings and dances at a party he goes too, her looking like a total superstar, and he asks her out- the guy in the video happened to be me. We kept on working with her, and she became excellent at her craft. Ariana was my favorite girl of them. I felt like she deserves the number one spot, she is important to the world, and she was my equal in many ways. I was the greatest ever as a standalone gangster. She became a legend in music. We were hot together. I made some movies in Hollywood, so I was already well known. The world knows me and her are together, and they stalk our Instagrams and Facebooks, it looks like living the high life, everything pristine.
The thing about being my boyfriend was that nobody fucked with her, they knew her man, me, would fuck men up. Everyone respected us. They knew somehow this guy, Marco, will get you back. I paid cash for motherfuckers to get fucked up... I was all about revenge.... I found people on Instagram, and had them fucked up by their friends for money.
For money, they would want to do something easy. Like jump a weak guy for some money. Most thugs would do that, why? Because the life pf a thug was filled with cheap shots. For example; dad leaving, mom on welfare, living in poverty, motherfuckers would do anything for a little extra cash, just what it is, like is unfair, might as well take a cheap shot now, and save yourself the grief. In other words, people loved to fuck with us... what we did was paid off people, set them up and get them killed. I helped everyone I knew this way, getting rid of bullies for them.
Ariana then started doing cocaine. She said a small line a day regulates her energy, so she watched me do coke, and took a half small line. It made her feel good to take one every 2 hours. I told her to never go overboard, but I was being a hypocrite. I told others to never do coke, but I did it all day.

My next job required everybody in my gang. I gave them new equipment, and I ordered my gangsters, GME the Gang, (get money everyday), to pick up their shit and be on call for anything. Always be ready to grab the gun and move fast to where I say. I had no time for fuckery, this shit was money. They were all fed enough to understand that shit. I hardly ever call, but when I do, be ready. So I supplied them with the best shit, they looked like the military in benzes and rovers and fuckin humvees. We pulled up with niggas with rocketlaunchers and RPGs, assault rifles spraying the whole family, dad mom grandpa. Leave you an orphan. fucking mothers and daughters, leaving your dads a fool, whose daughter became a whore. As for me, her boyfriend slaps her daddy around and knocks him out, plus having a million times more in money. The motherfucker was working a slave job, he ain't nothing.
Being gangsters is a cold job, and dad was right to fear, who knows. Some die, some live.
I actually felt sorry for them though. People were so locked up. Always entangled in drama. They want the dream house, and focus on that, the kids who are smart, that's what they do. They wish they had servants, and could watch tv all day. And when they retire, they get that. They watch tv all day. Then they are asked what was fun about life? And the old man says the same shit as everyone else, fucking bitches. He says, the old man, I fucked a 100 hot bitches, thats always the greatest accomllishment, motherfuckers never did much anything moneywise, they stayed afloat. Cheated on their wives. And that's the majority of all of the men's story.
The smart guys, they talk about physics and shit. Relativity and light and what the new science says, the science is new wisdom to them. Some people believe in God? But nobody truly knows if they're even going to heaven... so what the point of everything? Wisdom and knowledge. Maybe ego and pride? But for me, Marco, it's all whatever, just so you know. If I die now, I would say fuck this life and move on. I was always the type who felt like he didn't belonged in this world, just a gangster at most. Whose heart was filled with corruption ever since a young age..
My goons were all equipped. If WW3 breaks out. My gangsters would be ready to do what I commanded. I give them work, robberies and killing politicians, they hardly worked, but when they wanted jobs, they got them, simple clicks of a few buttons on your phone and everything is ready, a man becomes hunted by everyone in the streets.
I am, still young as fuck. 28. And I got 7 quadrillion dollars, the greatest amount of money ever gained. Who the fuck could test me? All I gotta do is keep the money flowing. Truth is, I'm just going to hand it out in specific locations, an economic analyzer, a guy who works for me knows exactly what to do with the economy, so I give him whatever money he wants, and he feeds it into the economy. Increasing the gdp of the world, on a chart I looks great, everything is steadily rising,more and more growth.