yea that his bizz
you mean my bizz?
thanx
Post Merge: June 29, 2009, 06:02:30 am
Luke your story added to 1st page.
Its freaking huge!
so I had to put it lower.
Cool story, and the best part is that it realy did happen IG long time ago XD
I bet even cofi remembers it
but I dont remember me calling u on the phone to join us in the end of ur story there..
I believe you applied for us on forum...
anyways cool story!
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Luke GvardiaStreet MobsterWe were walking on the Groove St. 3 of us. Andrey, Stepan, and lastly me, Nik "Luke" Grant. The three of us were like brothers. We grew up in the same neighbor hood. Sometimes we lived in each others houses. It was the life, until Andrey and I turned 16. A black Huntley pulls up to us. We noticed that it wasn't somebody from the street. The windows were tinted to 5% so it was hard to see who it really was. The window opens and everything goes to Adrenaline mode. An SMG comes out of the window and starts to shoot at Andrey. Bullets were flying in slow motion. They hit him in the chest and arm. Blood splattered all over his white shirt. The window pulls up and the Huntley drives away. I manage to look at the license plates. It said: C-Hunt. I knew it was the Corleone mafia. Unaware of what could have caused this, I quickly pull out my HTC Touch Pro and make a dial for 911. Cops came. We were questioned. None of this made any sense. One of the FBI agents gives me his card and leaves on a helicopter to their headquarters.
"Dude, we got to join the good side, I am tired of all these killings in Los Santos." said Stepan as he walks off to the Premier we had parked in front of our houses.
"No. You can do that, I am going to get revenge on those Corleone bast**ds." I said in an avenged tone.
Stepan joined the free cop squad and worked really hard to make his money.
I decided to take a better road. Drugs.
*Ring Ring* I look on the caller Id, its some unknown number. I pick it up and answer, "Hello".
"This is Daemon Blair, an FBI Agent. I have a job for you."
"What kind of job?"
"A gang type, we heard about your friend, Andrey. I am really sorry about that."
"Its fine. So what's the job?"
"We give you 2000 Argonath Dollars. You go to a guy named Eugene. You buy drugs from him. But the in the same time, you stall him and we arrest him. If you manage to do this right, we will pay you a really good amount."
"How much?"
"100,000 Argonath Dollars."
"Okay, I'll take it."
"Good, we will have a private car come for you in a few minutes. Good bye."
I hang up. 100,000. Thats more then selling drugs at a really high price, for 5 years. I was lucky.
A black Premier pulls up. The windows are tinted. A window rolls down, "Nicholas Grant?"
"Yes."
"Come with us. We are the FBI."
I get inside the car. They drive off. I notice the SPAS-12 on the seat next to me. We pull up to the FBI HQ.
"Nicholas Grant. How great it is to see you, Here is your money. Here is the number, you call him and tell him to meet at the Grove St. Safe house. Tell him you want 2k worth of drugs. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Good, now here is the keys to an Cheetah. Here is 500 dollars, go get yourself some new clothes to look good."
I walk to the Cheetah. Quickly as possible, I drive to the clothing store call Victim and pick a green shirt Abercrombie shirt with dark blue Levi's jeans. I change and get my Blackberry Bold out.
I punch in the number and call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, my name is Luke Grant, I want to buy some drugs."
"How much?"
"two thousand worth of drugs"
"Okay, where do you want to meet?"
"Groove St, In a white house"
"Okay, meet me there in 20 minutes."
"Got it. Bye."
I get out of Victim and walk up to the Cheetah. This car is FAST. I quickly go from 0 to 80 in 3 seconds. Passing through all the streets in a flash. I make it to the Groove St and drive up to the house. A white Sultan was on the side walk. It was Eugene.
I walk to the door and get inside.
"Hurry up, Luke, can't you see I am a very busy man."
In front of me stands a built black man in a leather jacket. It was Eugene.
"Okay, here is 2,000"
I hand him the cash and press a the button 7 on my Blackberry, causing the secret alarm to the feds.
"Oops."
I drop some drugs and make them spill over the floor.
"Here let me help you with that." Said Eugene.
"So can you tell me what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"I work for the family called Gvardia. We buy and sell drugs and do a bunch of other services."
I hear the sirens outside.
"You tricked me, you f-ing bast**d!"
Eugene runs out of the door and gets inside his Sultan. He drives off and takes a short cut to the interstate.
2 FBI Ranches come. A helicopter and also a Barack full of military men. All armed with M4's.
A helicopter lands right on the road.
Daemon Blair walks out.
"Secure all bases. Lock all roads! NOW!" He screams as giving orders.
"Blair, Im sorry. I lost him."
"What the F**K are you thinking, Nicholas? We almost had one of the most wanted person of Argonath! And you lost him!"
"I said I was sorry"
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You are free now."
He walks to the helicopter and looks at me the last time.
"If I see your f**king face ever again, I swear I will shoot you!"
The helicopter flies off and the FBI Ranches drive off. All the other men are walking back to the FBI HQ.
*RING RING* The caller id says: Eugene Gvardia.
"Yes?"
"Its okay, kid. Sh*t happens to all of us daily. How about you join us?"
"The Gvardia?"
"Yes. We are powerful and you will become rich."
"Sure. I want to join."
"Okay, come to Queens, San Fierro."
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