The Streets Have No Glory

Third lick in two months. Killa,Ace's cousin, and Fast all sit looking rather out of place in this private club. The more they observe, the more resentful they feel towards Tek and them. "What the fuck they was worried about some bank money for, and they got a whole club..."A naked ,Badu looking, stripper runs from the back as if someone is chasing her! This club has pussy--everywhere."...to themselves?",Killa finishes asking. He go this ass beat for trying Jack and them. But you live to see another day; and this day sees Tek and them too 'up' for comfort."Work-call",announces Fast as he slips that exclusive mask out and over his face. Seeing fighting break out, he takes his opportunity. "Murder Eight Gang!" Yet the target of their hate claims the same?Brra--dmm! (Automatic fire) Brra--dmm!Hearing this ,even the D.J. scrambles. One thing that didn't stop was the music. And this, makes for an extra dramatically chaotic-tragic-dissapointing night. With...a soundtrack.**********Snatch!(Curtains open) Snatch!(Hah!) Daiyreen heard the bass of the automatic but truthfully it sounded like music. She barely had her left heel on, when a lemon headed assailant entered and hip bumped her to the couch. She fell over with that pretty blond haired hussy exposed--kissed with red swollen tenderness.Dude grabs her by the hair and cuffs a right hand shovel hook to her rib-cage ,as he dropped his gun. That stopped the small woman cold,and took her breath away! She felt the pressure of his leaning weight, but didn't care. That punch was worse than the beating the earlier trick put on her recently deflowerd loins. Every breath she took came with a pain of permission. (Is something broke)?*********************The bartender saw it all differently. She and her sister always did. In fact, she can recall the night Madam had let that so called robber of 38th in her business. (Damn!) She can only curse as all this drama unfolds around her. (This club was doing just fine without them young niggas.)Before her is a pretty double barrel Mossberg. It's about the length of her forearm. But why should she endanger herself for strangers? (Ain't my damn money.) Those strangers are being relieved of chains...watches...cash. (All that money! To top it off a royal rumble between strippers spills out from the locker room! That's when she sees Mia exit slo--wly looking around in disbelief at all the unfolding choas. Behind her that one known as Tek hurls a damn table at a group of dudes who point and duck! (All them bottles).Club EPICS carrying on as if this was a live Three Six Mafia perfoming night from the 90's. It's that wild in here.Hand over face, the bartender shakes her head. (We need to hit a reset button or some...) Read more