I stare blankly at my wall flooded with many knives placed on their holders.
Which one should I use? I mean, not the hello kitty one, its not bad-ass enough. I mean, G gave it to me for Christmas, how could I ruin such beauty? I sarcastically said...to myself.
My eyes wander to a large survival knife with a black handle but grey body.
Perfect.
I tuck the knife in its holder and strap it onto my dark jeans while getting my black and white bandanna from on top of my bed. I glance at myself in the mirror for a second to make sure the knife isn't visible.
Good to go.
I step out onto the streets of Los Santos where a drug deal is about to take place. I pull my hood up and adjust my bandanna before walking past my Lamborghini (here in my garage). What can I say, I make a fortune out of selling drugs for 9 years straight.
I grew up in a gang where I learned everything to know about kicking ass and even selling drugs.
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"$600" I whisper to the dark figure in the alley way that seemed sketchy.
"Damn, you charge a lot."
"Yes, I do. This shit is pure like a diamond which you can't get from any other place" I reply.
The man with the grey hoodie and bunny ears didn't seem to look like he would cause any trouble so I tried to be nice by not slicing his head off for questioning my price.
He groaned and pulled 6 100 dollar bills out from his hoodie pocket and handed them to me. I gave up the drugs and counted this trade as a success. It was, until he snatched back the money and ran down the alley.
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Gangs ~ BBS Fan-fiction (ON HOLD)
AcciónBlade lives in the wonderful city of Los Santos where she loves to defeat gangs because she's also a drug dealer, going by the name "Ace". Pretty bad-ass if I do say so myself. During one drug deal, Ace is woken up in a room, facing a people she kno...
