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I'm sorry about your cat ); my drug meeting didn't go as planned haha
"Shit." John swept up the small girl after holstering his guns shook her face.
"You need to stay awake darling. If you go to my doctor its going to be robin hoods decision of what happens to you. Is that alright?"
"You need to stay awake darling. If you go to my doctor its going to be robin hoods decision of what happens to you. Is that alright?"
John took the large blunt Leshaun and rolled and lit it.
"Shit. A cops daughter. Shit. Look my name is Jake. My doctor is faster and better than tne er and he has a sterile room. Do you want to go there or do you want to be dropped of at the hospital." John lied as he averted his eyes. He was gpooimg to help the girl but the damsal in distress thing tended to get him in trouble. John puffed heavily at the marijuana rolled up missing his homegrown.
"Shit. A cops daughter. Shit. Look my name is Jake. My doctor is faster and better than tne er and he has a sterile room. Do you want to go there or do you want to be dropped of at the hospital." John lied as he averted his eyes. He was gpooimg to help the girl but the damsal in distress thing tended to get him in trouble. John puffed heavily at the marijuana rolled up missing his homegrown.
And by the way I modeled John after myself, and lets just say I turn wrenches and sling for a livin'. I don't know where he would fit in to that whole plan..But I'll totally be the one to get caught!
Ok, my bad. I had no idea anyone had actually involved themselves. Let me get my glasses and figure out what i done did. fixing my post now Jin. Sorry. And here : 
Rope work boots, denim jacket, like 5' 7'.
Rope work boots, denim jacket, like 5' 7'."You kill me, and the 7th street drops everyone in your crew. You know that/ Whatchu doin' here?" LeShaun said in a calm tone, appraising the situation for what it was. It was obviously not a hit or Little John would of dropped all three of them when he had the chance, Leshaun had heard stories about him and that .45.
"Yes sir, and I apologize for the way I entered your home. I know if anyone else did this they'd get dropped, and I'd appreciate an audience if you'll take me." John explained diplomatically, attempting to salvage the situation best he could never dropping his gun sights from the OG's throat. Leshaun face spoke with a skeptical tone.
"How 'bout we put the guns down, and we talk." John said as he dropped one hand from his gun stance.
"Bull shit! Kill this hillbilly son of a bitch! He shot off my goddamn hand and killed my guy LeShaun!" Jacob bellowed as he held his arm in pain. Titto just stared at John menacingly.
"So you bust a shell through my door, shoot two shot callers in the hand, raise a gun to my throat, to politely ask me and my partners for an audience?" Leshaun edged out slowly syllable by syllable as his finger inched closer to the trigger. Then it happened. John new Leshaun was bluffing, and he was gonna drop the piece. That's all he needed to get the three men to actually talk to him. He knew the brazen act he committed would garner some respect. But then it fucking happened.
A petite black woman came through the back door that was opened from the concision grenade, and swung a wrench at Leshaun. Not being near the first time he'd been jumped, his instincts heard the wrench swinging through the air and turned firing once into her stomach. Little john drew his 22 pistol from his boot during the confusion loaded with tranquilizer darts and put a round into each of the three mens throats, causing Leshaun to drop in his tracks.
"We need to get you to the Merry Ment's doctor or a hospital right now, your choice. What the hell were you thinkin? You realize you just broke the biggest gang banger in New Yorks nose.." John asked irritated as his plan to negotiate had been derailed, but he was more concerned about the girl.
"Yes sir, and I apologize for the way I entered your home. I know if anyone else did this they'd get dropped, and I'd appreciate an audience if you'll take me." John explained diplomatically, attempting to salvage the situation best he could never dropping his gun sights from the OG's throat. Leshaun face spoke with a skeptical tone.
"How 'bout we put the guns down, and we talk." John said as he dropped one hand from his gun stance.
"Bull shit! Kill this hillbilly son of a bitch! He shot off my goddamn hand and killed my guy LeShaun!" Jacob bellowed as he held his arm in pain. Titto just stared at John menacingly.
"So you bust a shell through my door, shoot two shot callers in the hand, raise a gun to my throat, to politely ask me and my partners for an audience?" Leshaun edged out slowly syllable by syllable as his finger inched closer to the trigger. Then it happened. John new Leshaun was bluffing, and he was gonna drop the piece. That's all he needed to get the three men to actually talk to him. He knew the brazen act he committed would garner some respect. But then it fucking happened.
A petite black woman came through the back door that was opened from the concision grenade, and swung a wrench at Leshaun. Not being near the first time he'd been jumped, his instincts heard the wrench swinging through the air and turned firing once into her stomach. Little john drew his 22 pistol from his boot during the confusion loaded with tranquilizer darts and put a round into each of the three mens throats, causing Leshaun to drop in his tracks.
"We need to get you to the Merry Ment's doctor or a hospital right now, your choice. What the hell were you thinkin? You realize you just broke the biggest gang banger in New Yorks nose.." John asked irritated as his plan to negotiate had been derailed, but he was more concerned about the girl.
I'm On my phone I'll finish the drug terms when I get home. I was going to tell them the coke and weed can continue outside schools but we take 20 percent off the top to give back and no more meth and herion. Oh and crack. Fuck crack. John is persuasive but do y'all agreem
I'm Jewish and love fallout. Down to be a black sheep lol or just do the Islam thing
If anyone doesn't like drugs I could probably use some help
A solid rasp on the old wooden door caused the eyebrows to raise of all four men setting around the table. The Three Kings of drug distribution in New York State sat staring at the door silently waiting for another knock, all of them confused and on edge. When the second one came, the two Aryan brotherhood members and the Tejanos motorcycle club president turned to look at their host.
"Lil John's pizza, I've got a delivery." A young southern voice sang through the door, sounding seemingly legitimate. Jacob Newdale, the ranking member of the AB in New York angrily stood up and his goon sitting opposite did the same trying to look intimidating.
"What the fuck is this, Leshaun? Some kinda coon trick?!" The large bald men barked causing visible anger at the homeowner, Leshaun, the leader of the 7th street ogs. Before anyone could respond and as the young AB member marched toward the door at his bosses que and a shotgun blast of buckshot eradicating the center of the door and dropping the lackey in his tracks set the men into motion.
"You're dead!" Leshaun Marcus screamed as he and Tito Castillo rose with their partner simultaneously as all three of the kings drew glocks of different sizes and calibers and drew down on the door.
Rather than the expected raid team, a silver object was flung through the door. The concussion grenade had been cooked and cut the criminals off guard when it went off. John Firestone kicked open the door and through the haze fired two shots out of his Colt. Two guns hit the ground and Tito and Jacob shrieked as they grabbed their new nubs.
"Mornin' boys! We got some business to discuss. Y'all been feedin' at the public trough a long time, and even though he's busy resting up, me, Robin Hood, and the rest of the Merry Men think it's time the heroin and meth stop and the people get some of that paper. Leshaun if you'll drop the gun we can discuss our terms." John said with an eerily cool tone as he walked in and stepped over the man he shot with his Remington.
John held his pistol with two hands the whole time zeroed in on Leshauns throat while the,gangster composed himself, bit still responded by raising his gun and starting an inevitable Mexican standoff.
"Lil John's pizza, I've got a delivery." A young southern voice sang through the door, sounding seemingly legitimate. Jacob Newdale, the ranking member of the AB in New York angrily stood up and his goon sitting opposite did the same trying to look intimidating.
"What the fuck is this, Leshaun? Some kinda coon trick?!" The large bald men barked causing visible anger at the homeowner, Leshaun, the leader of the 7th street ogs. Before anyone could respond and as the young AB member marched toward the door at his bosses que and a shotgun blast of buckshot eradicating the center of the door and dropping the lackey in his tracks set the men into motion.
"You're dead!" Leshaun Marcus screamed as he and Tito Castillo rose with their partner simultaneously as all three of the kings drew glocks of different sizes and calibers and drew down on the door.
Rather than the expected raid team, a silver object was flung through the door. The concussion grenade had been cooked and cut the criminals off guard when it went off. John Firestone kicked open the door and through the haze fired two shots out of his Colt. Two guns hit the ground and Tito and Jacob shrieked as they grabbed their new nubs.
"Mornin' boys! We got some business to discuss. Y'all been feedin' at the public trough a long time, and even though he's busy resting up, me, Robin Hood, and the rest of the Merry Men think it's time the heroin and meth stop and the people get some of that paper. Leshaun if you'll drop the gun we can discuss our terms." John said with an eerily cool tone as he walked in and stepped over the man he shot with his Remington.
John held his pistol with two hands the whole time zeroed in on Leshauns throat while the,gangster composed himself, bit still responded by raising his gun and starting an inevitable Mexican standoff.
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