MARCH 7, 1985- Aslan
Later in the afternoon I had called my gang up for a meeting down the street. I was all geared up, putting bullets inside my S&W. It was tense once I got there, and they all knew I’d shoot the boys who listened to Arthur or Dino. I had never been afraid of killing someone if they had a reason to die. I’ve shot quite a few of my gang before.
I didn’t mind killing someone, but I didn’t want my life to end either. As I gathered them all up, I angrily explained how stupid they could be for listening to Dino. I took out my handgun and shot Richard and David in the shoulders, making sure not to strike anywhere else. I tried my best to keep in the anger.
“Now go,”
Once they had left, I turned around to the rest, huffing out loud as I saw a few of them shaking. We lived in Manhattan! You can’t be scared of anything gang related, otherwise you wouldn’t survive.
“I don’t want any of you to speak about this, and none of you will follow orders, otherwise I won’t hesitate to kill someone next.”
All of this was secretly pointed towards Arthur. Though he was another one of Dino’s goons, he was hired to stay right next to me at all times. I couldn’t really kick him out. I than left.
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After that Lynx kid had left, I let out a snort, facing my close buddies in the group. We walked away from everyone else, making sure we were out of range. If it weren’t for his appearance, I’d shoot him dead by now if I had the choice. He’s good with his gun, and it’d be tough to win him over with mine.
But I’d try.
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