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| Better pay up. | Started by: Shadarrio on Jan 30, '09 13:25 |
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*Ding* *Ding* Shady picks up the phone. "Hello?" "Yeh, I found that asshole, he's over here slingin what looks like cheap prescription drugs." Frank replied over the line. "Where are you?" "I'm at Greenvile on Church avenue. You should see my Ford Coupe Green, hurry, I don't know how long he'll be there." "Wait Frank, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Shady said as he hung up the phone. "Local drug dealer who sells a little bit of everything. Makes a fortune off it. Behind on his pays for the last 2 weeks," Shady went over in his head, "I'll go over there and rough him up. Better not kill him. Big loss in profits then." Shady quickly grabbed his switchblade from the kitchen counter, and his brass knuckles and custom TT pistols. He walked out the apartment door, and a few seconds later stepped out into the bleak, cloudy November weather. Frank sat in his car, and watched the dealer attempt to coax an old lady into buying his medicine. Ronnie Brasco, tall slim, Caucasian young man with fiery red hair, of Irish descent. Recognizable from a mile away. Wonder why it took a week to locate him.....He quickly glanced at his watch. 2:30, Shady's 15 minutes late..... Then he saw the Black Dodge pull up behind him. He got out of the car and greeted Shady: "Fuck, what took you so long?" "I was too busy with you sister Frank," Shady retorted in a playful manner. "First off I don't have a sister, and second Shady, Fuck you!" Frank replied, and then both men exchanged hearty laughs "Alright you ready to shake down this asshole?" Shady asked "All the way, let's do it." Both men approached Ronnie, till they were within eyesight of him. "Hey Ronnie!" Shady shouted. Ronnie glanced behind him from the deal he was making with some roughed up junkie. He froze in his tracks. "We've got a message for you asshole!" Yelled Frank as both men put on brass knuckles, and pulled out knives. Ronnie pushed the Junkie up against the wall, and jetted in to the 11-story, red brick building. "Fuck!" Shady screamed as he ran into the building, and both men were in pursuit of Ronnie. "Not again, not this time! I told you it's hard to give you a cut! Now you ain't gettin' nothing!" Ronnie shouted as he knocked down a near by stack of crates. Both Shady and Frank jumped over the crates, with Shady leading the pursuit. They ran up 5 sets of stairs as Ronnie knocked down people, kicked over trash cans, and pulled down crate stacks. Finally, after getting on the 8th floor, Johnny ran into a dead end corridor, panting. "Shit, Shit!" Johnny screamed at the top of his lungs as Shady and Frank edged. "Ronnnnieeee!!" Shady said in a breath less voice, "We've got ya!" Then the unexpected happened. When they were less than 5 feet away from them, Ronnie did almost a ninja kick and knocked down a nearby door, and ran into the apartment. Shady and Frank, both shocked at how fast he slipped out of their grasp, plunged into the apartment in suit. They followed Ronnie in pursuit into the kitchen, where two men who were smoking more weed then anyone have ever sold, looked at them in bewilderment and shock. Ronnie jumped through the window onto the fire escape and ran up. Shady and Frank quickly followed in pursuit, and were soon again following him. Then Ronnie pulled a fast one. He jumped onto a nearby building, close to the fires escape Shady and Frank jumped onto the nearby building, Shady made it, but Frank barely made it, hanging by his hands. Shady leaned down and helped him up, during which time Ronnie ran into the building. He was far ahead of him now. Then an idea struck Shady. "Shit," Ronnie said panting heavily "Finally lost em'" As he walked down the last set of stairs. When he neared the end of the stairs, two men grabbed him and put him up against the wall. "Oh my god..... how........" He was sweating, and looked like he was going to shit his pants. "Ever heard of a elevator!?" Shady said in a menacing voice. Then he beat the shit out of Ronnie. He broke his nose, gave him 2 black eyes, uppercutted him, kicked him, and most likely broke one arm, along with the wrist, and badly bruised the other arm, all the time wearing brass knuckles. Frank occasionally joined in, but Shady worked him up enough. "Careful, your gonna kill him!" Frank said. "Don't worry," Then Shady pulled out a switchblade and put it to his throat. "Are you going to skip anymore payments?" "No!" Ronnie barely screamed out in a terrified voice. "Good." He pulled the knife from his throat, and walked out the door with Frank. "Shit Shady, you almost killed him!" Frank shouted in a voice of both shock, and slight respect. "This business can get dirty Frank, you'll learn that." Frank nodded, then both men changed the subject, and talked about sports. Both men walked down the street deep in conversation and laughing, leaving Ronnie to local pedestrians in the building |
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Good story, keep more of them comin'. IJAG lights up his cigarette and sits down in a comfortable lay-z-boy recliner |
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| Reply by: ITSJUSTAGAME at Jan 30, '09 13:59 | |
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Frank puts the papers down and thinks "man this stuff is what made billy the kid famous." Laughing at the thought of having that kind of fame. Reach's in his pocket and pay's for the paper for once. Thank's Dave let me know when the next artical comes in will ya! Frank walks away humming a little tune. |
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| Reply by: Frank_Casio at Jan 30, '09 14:39 | |
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| Thanx everyone | |
| Reply by: Shadarrio at Feb 01, '09 16:02 | |
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