Ascending Up a flight of stairs in a uncaring fashion he inhaled a large amount of smoke and exhaled all of the smoke infront of the Guards face, the Guard standing by the VIP section entrance remained unmoved from this blatant disrespect, image some random guy walks up in your face and puffs his smokes in front of you....
"Move idiot, before you end up like the guy downstairs" Tyrone said as he tossed his cigarette aside, the Guard looked at Tyrone with a face of confusion as he didn't know what or who he was referring too downstairs...
"Look man, if your looking for trouble go rob a bank, but not here pal...now turn around while I'm still being merciful" the Guard said as he slide his jacket aside revealing his hand gun tucked in neatly....
Tyrone chuckled and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the hand of some random person and gulped some of it before slapping it into the Guards face with quick speed, the guard didn't even expect it, the glass shattered upon impact....
Tyrone grabbed small pieces of the broken glass and placed it in between his fingers before tightening it into a fist and gradually punching the man in his face
Of course the glass also peirced his flesh so his blood mixed with the man he was completely destroying, then he grabbed a large shard and sliced his face across as he grinned while the man screamed in pain...
Now satisfied he stood up and stared at the bleeding man for 30 full seconds which felt so long, he walked right past him and entered the VIP room
What he saw was 4 guys and 3 females, all females were giving 3 guys a lap dance while the 4th guy poured drinks for his friends....
Tyrone grabbed a bottle of expensive alcohol inside the ice bucket near a table and directly threw it in some guys face, it shattered directly in his face as liquid splashed in all directions...his forehead started bleeding as he became dizzy...all the females screamed in fear and shock...
"All of you get out" Tyrone said in a calm tone as blood ran down his fists....all the females ran out and the 3 conscious guys gave Tyrone a wrong look
That's the thing about the streets, you do not look at a gangster wrong
"You wanna do something about it" Tyrone asked the guy who looked at him with an angered hateful face, his gaze shifted to his target who still sat down while sipping his cocktail uncaring of the things happening around him, Tyrone was quite surprised this guy isn't shitting himself since he came after him, its like he didn't care Tyrone was here to end him....
"You, tell your goons to bounce, me and you need to have a little chat" Tyrone demanded as he toke a napkin and wiped his fists, while staring at his target....
"Get out" He told his 2 buddies, in response they gave him a look of 'Are you crazy?' But he ignored these looks and this time made it clear "I said get the fuck OUT" this time they complied and slowly walked out while giving Tyrone weird looks...
Tyrone sat opposite his target on a small chair and cupped his hands, "Where's the money bro...I don't want to fuck you up in front of your uncle"
The other guy remained quiet than sat up straight and got serious "It's up my fuckin ass, and you ain't getting it back mother-fucker" he emphasized that last part....
Tyrone's face remained emotionless, he grabbed an empty glass and poured some alcohol in filling it to the brim...
"I hope you remember this day" Tyrone voiced out as he momentarily puased then stood up,
"I ain't afraid of you bitch boy ass, say I wont and I'll mow you down right in front of your crew and they ain't gonna do shit"
As he was about to leave he heard a provoking murderous voice from behind, this non other than the man he gave a last chance which was rare on his side....
Obviously Tyrone wouldn't let his emotions decide what would happen next, but on his logical side this guy was a thorn on his back, constantly plunging itself deep within until it got a reaction from him
This guy wanted there to be a war, he would even risk trash talking the gang leader who grabbed a bottle of wine and smashed it into his face, he was willing to get beaten or even killed long as his uncle finally goes to war against Tyrone since he wanted him dead with every fiber of his being
The sounds were muffled by the booming music outside as Tyrone bashed the hilt of his Glock into this guys face constantly until the man choked on his blood, withered and tired from constantly bashing him he stood up with heavy breaths and stared at his target "Im gonna look you in eyes when I slowly kill your uncle" Tyrone voiced than walked over his body which was quite better compared to his unrecognizable face....walking straight past the men whe were sent outside
Exiting the club by now he saw an ambulance by the entrance and walked into his mustang, he paused inside of his car as his grip of the steering wheel tightened
Suddenly he gradually hit the dashboard multiple time in frustration then calmed himself down....
He started the car and drove of into a different part of the city....
Reaching a small neighborhood he parked his car into a small garage by some small house and got out of the car...from inside the house he could hear some loud music and laughter...
Opening the door he was greeted by a gush of wind with the smell of weed,
"Come on try it, its ohk to let lose a little hear and there" He heard a voice
"No I'm good, please let's just finish the interview so I can be on my way" Another voice responded, Tyrone became tense and barged into the room right next to the kitchen ...
What he saw was 7 of his goons seated on chairs around some white beautiful female in a red dress and blue jacket with some paper and questions written on it, was in her hands and another man holding a large camera, everyone looked at Tyrone in an instant upon seeing someone barge in, even one of them were tensed up that they were about to slide out their glock...
Seeing its Tyrone everyone relaxed but the lady or journalist stood up from her seat and approached Tyrone, "The man I've been waiting for, my name is Nancy, it's a pleasure to meet you..." She announced sticking out her delicate tender hands for a handshake
Tyrone ignored her and gave his boys a questioning look, "Ayo T , chill bro we let her in since she wanted to talk to you....she a journalist, and here to talk and elevate our presence"
One of the guys with dread logs said as he stood up and walked next to the journalist, who now seemed uncomfortable when he neared close to her....
Tyrone looked displeased but explored his options, letting her interview him and how he operates is like giving away private information for no gain, though his notoriety would increase....
"Get the fuck out" He said to the journalist after lots of thinking....he remembered how a journalist went around interviewing gang leaders so Tyrone made sure to let his people know that when she comes sniffing around their territory they don't talk or know shit, this is just your average everyday neighborhood with no gangs...
But these idiots had already forgotten this factor, leaving Tyrone even more frustrated...
"Eh-w...wait sir I-Im so sorry for coming here in your home without permission directly from you, in fact I've been trying to get in contact with you for the past week, but....(Sigh) Please just allow me to conduct this interview, a-and I'll be gone, out of your sight"
She nervously stood her ground and tried to seem determined implying dominance and an unwavering personality....unfortunately Tyrone was extremely good at reading people and knew this was an act just to get the interview, he out of reluctantly agreed and they set up the interview