CHICAGO
In a small dinner in the city of Chicago a black man sat lonely in his seat while skimming past the contents on his newspaper...among him were just ordinary citizens that avoided his gaze, simply because this man was different from everyone else in here...
He donned normal skinny blue jeans, a black shirt and a [Northen Face] blue jacket
He had tattoos covering his entire hand and neck, occasionally one could see the golden grill in his mouth when he sipped his coffee
Even with all these aspects about him he was considerably handsome and had a strong jawline with jet black hair that was styled into a fade with S curls above....
Immediately receiving a call that had the ID "Zaza" he frowned and with a heavy sign he answered the call
Tyrone [What happened to the bread]
Zaza [John, the street kid stole it, he's local so he can't be far....]
[END CALL]
Tyrone didn't even bother with replying to his statement, he ounce again checked the time on his diamond watch and walked straight out the dinner, dumping the newspaper in a trashcan he cruised down the streets like he owned them
This was true to a certain degree though...walking straight inside a saloon which was guarded by two men, he sat down on the nearest chair near another bald old man getting shaved
"Local street kid, he's well known and I think you know where he is" Tyrone didn't waste time with greetings and got straight to the point
"He's one of mine Tyrone, forgive and forget...move on already, he crossed the line I get it and I'll punish him, but don't touch him" The bald man replied as the barber trimmed his beard
"Look man, either you tell me where he is or I'll find him myself, and it won't be pretty when I do" Tyrone voiced in a deep voice with no fear
"You already forgetting who your speaking to huh, and here I thought you were smarter...go ahead find him, but if you dare touch him, this means war....and that's the last thing we want" Of course maintaining peace among gangs in the streets wasn't easy especially among these two gang lords...
Tyrone ignored his warning and walked straight out with a stoic face, the streets have molded him into who he is today, a man with no fear whatsoever, infact it was safe to say he wasn't afraid of death
Tyrone made a quick call to an associate, and waited near a bus stop, then later came a mustang GTR that stopped right infront of him, he tossed his cigarette and hooped of the wall he sat on
Another gang looking guy with a scar across his mouth, fist pumped him as he entered...
"Did you find him" Tyrone asked while he got comfortable
"Yeah, Eves club near the 'pit'—" The associate spoke in a cold stoic voice but cut of mid sentence
"I'll take it from here, take this money and give it to the snitch" Tyrone interrupted and stated, he pulled out a large stack of cash rapped in a elastic band
He gesture for the associate to exit the car and he did so, Tyrone toke the drivers seat and immediately sped of to Eves club
Eves Club:
23:56
No other Night club in the city was as grand and busy as this one, it was so loud even one from the other side of the city could hear the music....
This was a hot spot for most of the big shots in Chicago including gang lords who wanted to party in high end places
As the bouncer was checking the list of people allowed inside he heard a car screech and looked in that direction
A mustang hellcat was speeding towards his direction, seeing this he watched in anticipation as it approached and immediately stopped right next to him, the window slowly slid down
"Whats your name big boy" Tyrone asked unfazed by the bouncers intimidating muscular body, the bouncer surveyed him for a second "Nothing you should worry about, you on the list or here looking for trouble" the bouncer asked
"Sorry I didn't get that, say it one more time" Tyrone requested that the bouncer repeat himself, but this made him annoyed and now he wanted this guy to move,
As he opened his mouth to speak Tyrone suddenly started raving his car loudly, it caught the attention of all the people waiting in line to enter....
"Say that one more time, I didn't get that last part" Tyrone asked after he stopped exhausting the car....the bouncer looked at him with a stoic face then opened his mouth and said something but was cut short by the sounds of a mustang hellcat raving its engines loudly
As Tyrone did this he looked at the bouncers serious face and smiled as he continued to provoke him....soon he drove of and left the area, the bouncer though was relieved knowing that he left, he didn't want to fight no gang lord....he want back to his job and checked the list again until he heard the same mustang coming back...
"Fuck.. this guy bro" He seemed agitated and frustrated as he turned around to face the car until his eyes widened....
*BAAM*
The car bummed right into him and crashed by the door sending the bouncer flying into the club entrance, he fell right onto some people as cushion but still snapped his arm from the strong impact
The mustang reversed and parked by the entrance and out came a man who lit a cigarette as he slowly walked into the club, the people outside had already ran away, some stayed to record this on their phones
But those inside the club didn't hear shit, the music was too loud, that's why Tyrone was being so reckless, he couldn't care if law enforcement showed up...what he didn't want was everyone to be frightened and his target to run away
He slowly walked towards the bouncer who crawled on the ground as blood dripped outside of his mouth, and some on his bald head
*BANG*
Tyrone didn't even stop when he put a bullet through his head, he just continued walking into the club as he smoked his cigarette like a badass gangster...