VICIOUS CYCLE
XI
The following morning, Whiz and Pro of Dons Galore, were seen walking with their Doberman Pinscher dogs on a London street. They appeared to be very intimidating – another day in the life of Whiz and Pro
“That fight was sick! I told you my guy would win…total knockout! That’s what the fuck I’m chatting about, don’t EVER piss me off” Pro grinned “Highlight of my night right there…Earned a few £10 notes, still. All you man thought the popular guy was gonna win, but I chose the underdog. Always expect the unexpected, blud!”
“The guy was lucky, so don’t chat shit” Whiz growled
“Oh my days, fam…The other day was live, still! I swear down, that guy did not know what hit him” Pro grinned
“True, I almost felt sorry for Henry, ‘cause we jacked all his motorbikes” Whiz declared. The twins looked at each other and broke out laughing
“You had me fooled, boy” Pro declared “But he is a waste man, the tank was empty. I had to bring out fucking £21 just to get gas. What kind of bullshit is that?”
“Oh well, just be happy that we got bikes. We got like 10…Imagine what we could sell it for” Whiz declared “They must we worth at least £2,000 tops, don’t piss me off”
“Who the fuck said I’m gonna sell mine? That’s my baby, sell yours if you fucking want” Pro declared “By the way, I’m still gonna get Andre for fucking up my neck the other day”
“LET…IT…GO” Whiz barked “Do you want us banned from the barbers? I need my hair cut and on point, so don’t fuck about”
“Let me cut your hair, then” Pro grinned
“Trust you…With clippers?” Whiz asked rhetorically “That’s like giving a baby some fireworks to play with – something you just don’t do”
“Waste man” Pro hissed as Whiz was laughing. The twins reached the Dons Galore meeting point, but none of the gang members were present
“The fuck is everybody?” Pro growled as he opened the door “Yo, Lethal….Stay here, boy” He stated to his dog, as he patted the dog. The dog was clearly happy with its tail wagging, he seemed very obedient
“Slayer, be a good boy and jam” Whiz grinned as he patted his dog
The twins entered the meeting point. Whiz picked up a coke bottle and begun to drink it; he was disgusted
“Fuck sake, this shit is warm…Allow it” Whiz growled
“Yo…One of the ‘bikes are missing” Pro declared. Whiz put the coke bottle down and approached where his brother was. He looked and there appeared to be 9 motorbikes instead of 10. The brothers looked at each other
“Critic” They both growled in unison
Meanwhile, Critical was riding through the streets of London with one of the stolen motorbikes. He then reaches a row of flats (apartment) on a reasonably quiet street. He hopped off of the bike and tidied himself up. He proceeded to walk. As he was walking, he spotted one of his male cousins coming out of his mother’s place. The man appeared to be wealthy, in a high-street tailored suit. As he crossed the road to get to his expensive jeep, Critical crossed the road and walked up to him. As the man was closing the boot of his jeep, he saw Critical
“Jeff…Long time, no see” The man declared
“Whatever, Malachi…Why are you here?” Critical growled
“Oh didn’t you know? You’re Mum is not feeling well. Thank God she’ll live, but she’s quite poorly. I came to visit her” Malachi declared
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Vicious Cycle
Mistero / ThrillerIn a world where sinister gangs terrorize locals on the street and run the roads by fear and intimidation; two prominent gangs stand out amongst the pack as the most sinister. Dons Galore and Wavy Nation are the most sinister, both based in London...
