FORBIDDEN CITY [Rise of Saints] EPISODE 2

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FORBIDDEN CITY [Rise of Saints]
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Episode (Two) ~~~Meeting Sons of Drew~~~
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Story Written By:::: Dave Sun
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Igniting the engine as I alighted from the bike, I made sure that it's in a safe place, I need to esteem my brother's possession now that he's no longer alive. Two bodyguards were at the entrance of the club as I removed cash and handed it over to them to avoid the story that touches the heart as they made way for me which I walked in.


I examined the place for a moment before heading to the counter as I sat down on the stool.


“Whiskey!” I ordered.


The bartender looked at me before bringing out my order.



“New here nigga! He asked.



“No, this is my city. I just came back.” I reply! 




“Uh-oh, you know you got to lower your voice and don't say it loud. He whispered as I scoffed.


“Here we have thugs who run this territory, so just be careful.” He advised.




“Well, thanks for the tips, but if I may ask what really happened to the saint?”




“Nigga; it is a long story for another day, not really here before you put me into trouble.” He said.




“Troubles like seriously?” I query.




“Look around man; these are sons of Drew gangs flaunting around here and if you really need to know, then you've to visit my crib, and I'll enlighten you more about it.”





“Did you stay around here, bruh?” I asked.





“Yeah, just a few blocks from here, 17a!” He replied.





“I'll be waiting if you don't mind, perhaps I don't think I have anything to do at this hour. By the way, I'm Carl! Nice meeting you.” giving him a handshake.




“I'm Bucky; nice meeting you man, if you gonna wait for me nigga; few mins from now I'm gonna get my butts off this place.” He said, shaking my hand as he walked away.





Bucky isn't really a bad fellow, and this club is full of drew gangs, and I need to be careful not to crash up with them. I scooped up my whiskey eavesdropping a bit. Even though the music was loud, I was able to heard something interesting. I stood up after have taken the last drink, pay off and walked away. A few minutes, Bucky walks out as we both climb our rides, and we hit the road.




I followed him from behind, looking at his side-mirror I can see his face staring at me, that's strange, well, times will tell. Soon, his ride stops at, he opens his car door and steps outside as I follow suit.



“Wow, nigga, you are really faster! And welcome to my small crib!”



“Not bad! Just like mine, small but large!”




“Please sit down, and I need to have a quick bathe before telling yo what you'd need to know!”




It was then I saw their red flag hanging, the same things that the sons of Drew were putting on. Bucky was wearing it in his photo. Holy shit, why didn't I think they now possessed the club. If I wasn't walking with Bucky, they'll have stopped me.



“Damn it.”




That is when I heard some footsteps behind me as I turned immediately seeing Bucky pointing a gun at me.



“Now tell me, nigga; why did you want to know more about the saints?”



“I so much hate them, that is the reason bruh no 
additional motive.”




“Did you think that I'm some muggins to believe you, so was sup with Cordon's bike, how did you get your hands on it?”




“Calm down Bucky, nothing gonna happen here, we are friends right?”




“F*ck you; friend's uh, I hardly know you; you know what, Im'a teach you some lesson; what did you fucking say yo name was?”




“Carl and I am not a saint, I'm just a nigga like you bruh.”




“Wait; I'm gonna make a phone call to be sure enough, where's my phone?”




Bucky tries to remove his phone from his pocket as I leap on him, knocking the gun from his hand as he staggered. I gave him a blow on his chin as I headbutted at the same time, he was trying to recover as I kicked his two knee that when he kneeled immediately. I kicked his head as he lay down, to groan in pain. Furthermore, I picked up his gun, moved toward and pointed it at him.




“Bucky Im'a gotcha ask you one last question, or I'm gonna send a message to deliver to my brother for me.”


“Please don't kill me.” He pleads.



“Now let go again one more time or Im'a gonna blow your head off; what really happened to the saints?”
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