I still drink because it helps
fill the void that was created when Lil left me, and I still have the fucking dreams.
I stay at the club ‘cause goin’ home without her isn’t an option. I don’t sleep at
night, don’t eat often … hell, I don’t do a whole hell of anything, but I have pulled
it together enough to keep this fuckin’g club going. I keep it together enough to
not completely fuck it all up with my brothers. I keep it together enough so that
if and when Lil decides to come back home to me, there will be something for her to
come home to. Everything that Cali said hit home. Out of all the shit she spewed at
me, I got it. I need to hold shit down. For me and Lil, I need to work this shit out
because I’ve decided I will not live without her.
“You ready?” I ask Blade, giving a chin lift towards the cracked and peeling front
door. No window, no peephole. This motherfucker has no idea we’re outside. Nodding
his head, he goes for the porch of the old run down house we’re at. Taking cautious
steps, he makes sure to keep his eyes on the door. We’ve got his back. It’s rainy
and wet outside, but the heavy pounding of the rain helps to drown out any noise.
I hug the wall, letting the roof overhang keep me as dry as possible. Stitch cocks
his head towards me to the side, then he nods over, around the corner and holds up
his hand. He signals there are two guys on that side. Looking at Rampage he holds
up one finger. One guy on his side. Four of them, six of us. Blade does a quick sweep
of the porch and nods me forward. Kicking in the front door, I hold it open with my
foot and I nod for him to go in ahead of me.
This is the asshole that I let slip and he stole from us. You steal from us, you’re
not only stealing from my club and brothers, but you’re stealing from my family. Stealing
from our Old Ladies and our kids. Fuck that shit. I may have missed what he did, but
we’re here to get it back. You don’t have our money? I’ll be taking something worth
value. Whether that be your car, your fucking house, or your life, I’ll get back what
you took from me.
Walking inside the run down crack house, we split up and start looking. I know I’m
not going to find the money, but who the fuck knows what else I’ll find. These trap
houses are always filled with all kinds of goodies like drugs, weapons, and other
stolen shit. The house is filled with filth, that’s for sure. Fucking gross. This
shithole makes the club look like a goddamn castle. I dig and tear shit up; break
this and that and tear shit up. I could ask the guy, but you know that motherfucker
isn’t going to give up shit, at least not yet. Plus, it’s kind of fun to give him
time to try and think up something sneaky and creative to tell me about where my money
magically went.
“Tank,” Blade calls for me.
Walking down the hall, I find what I came looking for. Blade has the little thief
on his knees in the middle of kitchen, gun to his temple. Sad part for him, his little
partners aren’t in here to take some of the blame, he’ll get it all. This part is
the fun part though. I like to taunt and scare them. I like to fill him with false
hope and ideas of life and all that grandeur. Let him think shit is good and then
surprise, you’re dead.
“Didn’t think I’d come lookin’ for you, did you asshole?” I ask him.
The man starts to shake violently, pleading with me in broken sobs. He pretty much
offers me everything, including his first born to let him live, but he doesn’t offer
what I came for. Never understood why people act so damn scared when we show up looking
for what ya took from us . You’re stupid enough to fuck with us, then you shouldn’t be scared when we come
looking for ya. You know what you’re going to get when you deal with us.
“Sorry man. I’m fuckin’ sorry.” The bitch sobs. “I got half the money.”
“Sorry man.
fill the void that was created when Lil left me, and I still have the fucking dreams.
I stay at the club ‘cause goin’ home without her isn’t an option. I don’t sleep at
night, don’t eat often … hell, I don’t do a whole hell of anything, but I have pulled
it together enough to keep this fuckin’g club going. I keep it together enough to
not completely fuck it all up with my brothers. I keep it together enough so that
if and when Lil decides to come back home to me, there will be something for her to
come home to. Everything that Cali said hit home. Out of all the shit she spewed at
me, I got it. I need to hold shit down. For me and Lil, I need to work this shit out
because I’ve decided I will not live without her.
“You ready?” I ask Blade, giving a chin lift towards the cracked and peeling front
door. No window, no peephole. This motherfucker has no idea we’re outside. Nodding
his head, he goes for the porch of the old run down house we’re at. Taking cautious
steps, he makes sure to keep his eyes on the door. We’ve got his back. It’s rainy
and wet outside, but the heavy pounding of the rain helps to drown out any noise.
I hug the wall, letting the roof overhang keep me as dry as possible. Stitch cocks
his head towards me to the side, then he nods over, around the corner and holds up
his hand. He signals there are two guys on that side. Looking at Rampage he holds
up one finger. One guy on his side. Four of them, six of us. Blade does a quick sweep
of the porch and nods me forward. Kicking in the front door, I hold it open with my
foot and I nod for him to go in ahead of me.
This is the asshole that I let slip and he stole from us. You steal from us, you’re
not only stealing from my club and brothers, but you’re stealing from my family. Stealing
from our Old Ladies and our kids. Fuck that shit. I may have missed what he did, but
we’re here to get it back. You don’t have our money? I’ll be taking something worth
value. Whether that be your car, your fucking house, or your life, I’ll get back what
you took from me.
Walking inside the run down crack house, we split up and start looking. I know I’m
not going to find the money, but who the fuck knows what else I’ll find. These trap
houses are always filled with all kinds of goodies like drugs, weapons, and other
stolen shit. The house is filled with filth, that’s for sure. Fucking gross. This
shithole makes the club look like a goddamn castle. I dig and tear shit up; break
this and that and tear shit up. I could ask the guy, but you know that motherfucker
isn’t going to give up shit, at least not yet. Plus, it’s kind of fun to give him
time to try and think up something sneaky and creative to tell me about where my money
magically went.
“Tank,” Blade calls for me.
Walking down the hall, I find what I came looking for. Blade has the little thief
on his knees in the middle of kitchen, gun to his temple. Sad part for him, his little
partners aren’t in here to take some of the blame, he’ll get it all. This part is
the fun part though. I like to taunt and scare them. I like to fill him with false
hope and ideas of life and all that grandeur. Let him think shit is good and then
surprise, you’re dead.
“Didn’t think I’d come lookin’ for you, did you asshole?” I ask him.
The man starts to shake violently, pleading with me in broken sobs. He pretty much
offers me everything, including his first born to let him live, but he doesn’t offer
what I came for. Never understood why people act so damn scared when we show up looking
for what ya took from us . You’re stupid enough to fuck with us, then you shouldn’t be scared when we come
looking for ya. You know what you’re going to get when you deal with us.
“Sorry man. I’m fuckin’ sorry.” The bitch sobs. “I got half the money.”
“Sorry man.
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