Post by Terrance Brown on Apr 11, 2016 15:03:48 GMT -5
THE REAL DEAL PART II
The connection was cut abruptly and Calvin tossed his phone over his shoulder and floored his undercover car, a rust bucket the street called a hoopty. Calvin seemed to underestimate the bikers resources and vengeful spirit, it had probably cost a man's life today.
It took three minutes to get to Highmans, in total there was six bikes parked out front, and two standing guard smoking. Calvin exits his ride with slap the trunk pops open and he grabs three duffel bags. Skipping every other step Cal is on the third floor in seconds encountering two more bikers.
"No need to call me," Calvin yelled from outside, "I'm that mother fucker Cory, let's talk."
The two guards let Calvin pass and as soon as he steps through the door his brown eyes lock on Cory's cold gray eyes. They were heartless and that smile gabe him a small chill.
Cory extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Jury."
Calvin shook his hand with a firm grip, "I know who you are," he drops the bags at the bikers feet, "I figured you'd find me first, thought you figured out who I was at Trauma."
"I had assumed," Cory replied kicking the bags to Victor who began to go through them, "But to assume makes a ass of you and me. What was your angle Terrance? Stealing from the Saints? You must have a big ol'set of balls."
"When I want a mother fuckers attention I get it," Calvin smirked, "I got yours. My angle? I want in with your jobs because I got skills?"
Cory sat down on the couch playing with his pistol, "You know how to be loud, that a skill? Not in my line of work."
"Your line of work? Come on fool," Calvin laughed as he took a seat in front of Cory, "You just like every other white piece of shit biker, kill without questions and with all this drug dealing you just killing us brothers off day by day."
This made Cory chuckle, "I kill if it benefits me, I won't lie about that. But pumping drugs on your bros? I ain't about that, if anything I want the crank off the streets and with all the shit you stole it set me back! Jamaican cartel was set on leaving if I could score a line of shit for them, now their pissed too."
"Is that so? Well fuck'em! You trying to get guns out of the state too?" Calvin replied, sarcasm oozing out of every word.
"Guns are my trade baby, just like robbing from the rich," Cory spat back, "If you want in on my trades you best change that attitude."
"Whatever man, you going to let me in or nah?"
Cory stood up and Victor joined him, "You beat that psycho and her sister, I'll let you in," he turned to leave but stopped inside the door frame, "If not...meh you'll have your answer either way. Handel yourself in the ring and I'll give you a chance. I like a man who can fight."
Without another word the bikers left. Calvin followed to close the door, "Fuck damn that was close."
"Close fool?! That dick broke my nose," Highman barked, "Now you deep in they shit!"
"We. We both are in their shit Highman," Calvin smiled, "Don't think they'd like to leave a narc loose end floating in the wind."
"Ah, fuck you man!"
TARZAN & TERRANCE
[/CENTER]"I might be in Hell, for real for real. I figured I could handle ONE psycho, but now I got to team up with one to go againts TWO more! Razor bruh, don't take no offense but where you from? Jungle Book? Tarzan? I can't understand with a fuck all what you be sayin'! So let me break it down, I beat yo ass at Trauma and now we are teaming up so can you do better?
Physically you are monster, we need that. Mentally I don't know what you are, so be glad this isn't a battle of words. Show up to in the work because those two psycho bitches we're facing ain't coming to play lightly.
Have you any idea what Alexa Black is? A BIGGER MONESTER BRUH! I'm talking like she killed two of her people ON THE GODDAMN LIVE TV BRUH! No bullshit, I did the research. Now she got a sister, double the trouble. Plus two other fools to pad her power, the Darkness? Shit on heavenly fire bruh, what did I get into? I know what I want and that's to live! Do as I say and we may live, but fuck off and you dead bruh. Real talk.
Alexa and Jenks, no hard feelings going into Trauma but I want to win. I want to live. Can we get along?"
