As Lucia rested in my arms, I turned my head to see a young man in his twenties. He is older than me but is almost the youngest compared to everyone here. "Tom, this is Toby. He was called by your father to help the Brotherhood; I advise you not to do anything. You know your father better than anyone, and you know how he feels about the Brotherhood over his family." As soon as she finished saying that, the man named Tom completely calmed down and smiled at me.
Tom knows that his father would kill him if you got in the way of bettering the Brotherhood; after all, he already killed his older brother for putting the Brotherhood at risk of getting arrested. "Toby, it's nice to meet you. My father is Fredrick; it's a pleasure to meet you." He said while extending his hand, and I smiled, extending my hand. "It's a pleasure, Tom." He may be hot-blooded, but he doesn't look stupid. He gave up on Lucia once he knew I was helping the Brotherhood.
"Toby, welcome!" I saw Fredrick walking down the stairs with his hands around two ladies in their early 20s. After saying that, he looked at his son, and I could see hostility for a second. "Your son was just introducing himself, and we have come to an understanding that Lucia is mine," I said, pulling her closer to me and making her smile as she leaned her head on my shoulder. His hostility quickly died down, and his son breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come, I have some people for you to meet and some information to give you," Fredrick said as he walked towards me. We left for a room deeper into the building. Twenty people were there waiting as I entered the room and walked over, starting to give them power as I wanted to end this as soon as possible as I finished, Fredrick handed me a bag with the money and a folder and spoke, "Tonight is your lucky night, we got word that the East side Crips are doing a big deal with the Bloods and thought you should know. I hear Tyron is going to be there. The leader's brother is a good target, don't you think?" He finished with a smirk as I smiled.
"Fredrick, do you have an AR-15 that I could use for a while, along with a truck and some steel chains?" I said with a wicked grin, giving Fredrick chills. He looked at me and nodded without a smile. "Get what Toby needs." He said to a guard. He left to get the stuff as Fredrick spoke. "What are you planning?" I chuckled.
"I felt the city needed a go gang war, and I want to kill Tyron in an old-school style. And when I say old school, I am saying Jim Crow times old-school." I started to laugh hysterically, making Fredrick shiver. At this moment, Fredrick noted never to get on this man's bad side. The hatred for Tyron was so intense it made him feel sorry for the kid.
After fifteen minutes, the guy returned with an AR-15 and truck keys. "Good hunting," Fredrick said with a smile as I turned to Lucia and told her to hold onto the money. I would be back after taking care of some business, and we could enjoy some fun afterward as I turned and left.
I got into the beat-up old truck and drove out of the city limits to a dirty gravel road that went on for ten miles. I smiled as I got out and squatted down, picking up a hand full of rocks, and chuckled as I stood back up, dropping the stones as I started to run, cloaking myself in a hazy fog, running towards the shipping dock area of the city running as fast as I could until I jump up onto the rooftops of the buildings making my way to the area with the AR-15 strapped to my back as I stopped in front of the dockyard.
I noticed two groups of people standing outside a building wearing blue and red. I smiled as I bounced through shadows and into a window, watching as they started to hand a bag of money as the Bloods showed a couple of boxes of weapons, and I smirked, taking the AR-15 off my back and casting a silent spell on it as I aimed it before yelling "East Side Crips for Life! Run that shit, blood!" As I pulled the trigger targeting the leader of the Bloods, the back of his head exploded. The Bloods pull out their guns and start shooting as the Crips return fire, and Tyron bugs out with two people as I follow suit out the window and shoot the two with him.
He turned around, seeing me right behind him as I knocked him out, picked his ass up, and started to run. Tomorrow, a gang war is going to break out as both sides just lost important people. The Bloods lost their leader, and the Crips just lost Jamal's brother; I smiled, running faster than before as I looked forward to Tyron's death.
Landing behind the old truck, I throw Tyron on the ground, making him grunt. I pull the chains out of the bed of the truck and tie them to the back of the truck. As he starts to wake up, I drag the chains to his feet and tie them around his ankles, locking them.
"What the fuck is going on?" Tyron moaned as he finally woke entirely up. "TOBY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" He yelled as he tried to get up back. I kicked him in the face, ripping his shirt off. "I am starting a gang war and killing you. Two birds, one stone." I said, smiling as he looked down at his feet, seeing the chains locked around his legs.
"WAIT! PLEASE TODY! I REGRET EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR MOM AND SISTERS WAS MY BROTHER'S IDEA!" He started to beg as I began to cut off his pants as he tried to struggle for the knife, making me head butt him and knocking him back out. I sighed, finishing getting him naked as I went back to the truck, looking through the bed and finding some rope. "I should have gotten the rope first," I complained as I turned around and tied his hands, waiting for him to wake up.
"You awake again, man. You get knocked out way too easily. I wasn't as bad as you before I became a god." I chuckled as he looked at me with hate, and I smirked. "Why are you angry at me? I am a monster you made; if it wasn't for your actions, would we be here right now? You have no one to hate but yourself. Now, get ready and enjoy your ride. I feel you will be dead about 3/4 of the way down this road as I drag you over the rocks, cutting your flesh. I wanted to do this old school; it's befitting. One racist to another, I guess." I finished saying what I wanted before turning around and walking towards the truck.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! MY BROTHER OR THE POLICE WILL FIND YOU!" He yelled as I turned around and started laughing. "Your brother is next, and as for the cops, you're a gang member. They won't look too hard into this. Just check the boxes, as it will most likely be tied to the gang war that's about to happen. No one but a few people will know, and those people don't even fucking like you." I said, getting into the truck and starting it.
He tried to struggle to get out of his restraints, but he couldn't as the truck started to move slowly. "WAIT! PLEASE!" I could hear him scream as the window was down. The chain finally started to pull him as the rocks slowly cut his flesh, and I began to pick up speed. His screams started to get louder as the truck hit 50 mph. After ten minutes, I couldn't hear his screams as I was reaching the end of the road; I did a U-turn and started again, making sure to kill him.
Stopping at where I began, I turned off the truck, opened the door, and stepped out, walking back to him. His arms and legs were cut up from the rocks, and his eyes were wide open with no life in them as I rolled him over to see his back cut to the bone with none of his organs still inside him. They must have fallen out from the hole in his lower back. His lungs and heart are most likely still inside him, but none of the other things were. The back of his skull was nothing but bone. I smiled at a job well done.
Undoing the chains on his legs, I look at the plan of my hand as a fireball starts to form and expand. I throw it at his body, lighting it on fire and watching it burn as I pick up the chain and throw it into the bed of the truck.
I pull off the dirt road, heading back to the Brotherhood.