fiberglass frame like hot knives through butter. Ducking in an attempt to dodge the barrage of bullets, Tecko shielded his son as best he could while reaching under his seat to grab the Tech-9 that lay there.
When a pause in the gunfire came, he peaked over the dashboard and saw two heavily armed gunmen strategically approaching him. Raising his firearm, he squeezed the trigger releasing a multitude of bullets from his extended clip. As the shots rang out, the gunmen took cover behind the parked vehicles. Hearing the roar of machinegun fire, the pedestrians in the parking lot began to run and duck trying to find refuge. Just as Smoke swung around the side of a van and opened fire, an elderly couple tried to run for safety. As the bullets ripped through them, their lifeless bodies dropped to the pavement.
Countering his cousin’s movements, Trion rolled around to the passenger side of Tecko’s Porsche. Ten feet away all he could see was the silhouette of a body ducking down inside as fire spit from the muzzle of a weapon being fired by Tecko. As visons of his mom laying in her casket flooded Trions thoughts he opened fire instantly killing the passenger of the Porsche, and silencing the gunfire coming from the driver’s side.
Hearing the police sirens getting closer, Trion and Smoke retreated, jumping into a stolen van and disappearing into traffic. As the police and paramedics pulled up, a crowd of nosey bystanders began to fill the parking lot. The smell of gunpowder was still heavy in the air when the E.M T’s arrived on the scene. Running to check the vitals of the two elderly pedestrians who were laying on the ground, the medics pronounced them both dead on the scene. Making their way over to the bullet ridden Porsche, no one was prepared for what they saw inside. When the E.M.T’s opened the passenger side door, blood was everywhere.
Placing two fingers on the neck of the dead body of the child who occupied the passenger seat, they pronounced him dead as tears filled their eyes. The child looked to be no more than ten or twelve years old, and a handicap patch could vaguely be seen beneath the blood stains on his jacket. Pulling Tecko’s unconscious body from the mangled car, the medics immediately strapped him to a gurney and fought to keep him alive. Tecko had been hit ten times, and had lost a lot of blood. It would be an uphill battle, but it was possible for him to make it, however only time would tell…
CHAPTER 10
MEMORY LANE
As Patra’s white Land Rover drifted through the slums of Kingston, huge droplets of rain cascaded down the windshield. Laying back in the reclined passenger seat, Zion closed his eyes taking a trip down memory lane…
At the age of seventeen Zion and Jago were the best of friends, and had their hands deep in the underworld of Kingston. The two of them were so vicious as a duo that most under bosses feared their presence. Although Zion and Jago shared common interests, they also had vast differences. Where Jago was business minded and low key, Zion was more muscle than mind, and loved the streets as well as the fame that the game brought.
Before long, their street recognition gained the attention if one of Kingston’s most prominent kingpins who was known as Jahza. As he observed the two friends for a few months, it wasn’t long before Jahza took note that Jago was the prodigy out of the two. Taking Jago under his wing, Jahza gave him jewels that only the elite members of the game possessed. Although Jago and Zion were best of friends, Zion was secretly jealous of Jahza and Jago’s bond. In time, his jealousy would turn into deception, and that deception would turn into disloyalty.
Standing in a barbeque pit in a park near Port Tampa, Jago and Zion raised their corona bottles and toasted to success in their new city. At the young age of twenty-one. Jago and his
When a pause in the gunfire came, he peaked over the dashboard and saw two heavily armed gunmen strategically approaching him. Raising his firearm, he squeezed the trigger releasing a multitude of bullets from his extended clip. As the shots rang out, the gunmen took cover behind the parked vehicles. Hearing the roar of machinegun fire, the pedestrians in the parking lot began to run and duck trying to find refuge. Just as Smoke swung around the side of a van and opened fire, an elderly couple tried to run for safety. As the bullets ripped through them, their lifeless bodies dropped to the pavement.
Countering his cousin’s movements, Trion rolled around to the passenger side of Tecko’s Porsche. Ten feet away all he could see was the silhouette of a body ducking down inside as fire spit from the muzzle of a weapon being fired by Tecko. As visons of his mom laying in her casket flooded Trions thoughts he opened fire instantly killing the passenger of the Porsche, and silencing the gunfire coming from the driver’s side.
Hearing the police sirens getting closer, Trion and Smoke retreated, jumping into a stolen van and disappearing into traffic. As the police and paramedics pulled up, a crowd of nosey bystanders began to fill the parking lot. The smell of gunpowder was still heavy in the air when the E.M T’s arrived on the scene. Running to check the vitals of the two elderly pedestrians who were laying on the ground, the medics pronounced them both dead on the scene. Making their way over to the bullet ridden Porsche, no one was prepared for what they saw inside. When the E.M.T’s opened the passenger side door, blood was everywhere.
Placing two fingers on the neck of the dead body of the child who occupied the passenger seat, they pronounced him dead as tears filled their eyes. The child looked to be no more than ten or twelve years old, and a handicap patch could vaguely be seen beneath the blood stains on his jacket. Pulling Tecko’s unconscious body from the mangled car, the medics immediately strapped him to a gurney and fought to keep him alive. Tecko had been hit ten times, and had lost a lot of blood. It would be an uphill battle, but it was possible for him to make it, however only time would tell…
CHAPTER 10
MEMORY LANE
As Patra’s white Land Rover drifted through the slums of Kingston, huge droplets of rain cascaded down the windshield. Laying back in the reclined passenger seat, Zion closed his eyes taking a trip down memory lane…
At the age of seventeen Zion and Jago were the best of friends, and had their hands deep in the underworld of Kingston. The two of them were so vicious as a duo that most under bosses feared their presence. Although Zion and Jago shared common interests, they also had vast differences. Where Jago was business minded and low key, Zion was more muscle than mind, and loved the streets as well as the fame that the game brought.
Before long, their street recognition gained the attention if one of Kingston’s most prominent kingpins who was known as Jahza. As he observed the two friends for a few months, it wasn’t long before Jahza took note that Jago was the prodigy out of the two. Taking Jago under his wing, Jahza gave him jewels that only the elite members of the game possessed. Although Jago and Zion were best of friends, Zion was secretly jealous of Jahza and Jago’s bond. In time, his jealousy would turn into deception, and that deception would turn into disloyalty.
Standing in a barbeque pit in a park near Port Tampa, Jago and Zion raised their corona bottles and toasted to success in their new city. At the young age of twenty-one. Jago and his
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