General Fiction

Historical Fiction

Fear My Gangsta 4

By Tranay Adams

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GUSTAVO calls for the execution of FEAR and wages war on everyone he loves. This move catapults the kingpin to the top of Fear's hit list, a place where the life expectancy of the target isn't long. But in Gustavo, Fear has encountered a killer as beastly as himself. When the conflict leads to many deaths and touches very close to Fear's heart, be prepared to see a level of savagery that is blood curdling. Meanwhile, a deadly shootout lands GUNPLAY inside of the same jail as the hitter responsible for shooting ITALIA. On orders from Fear, Gunplay orchestrates a plan to exact revenge. Will Gunplay be able to fulfill his obligation to his homeboy? Or, will the task prove to be more than he can handle?

Crime Thriller Revenge Survival Antihero Betrayal Protective Hero War & Battle Psychological

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GenreGeneral Fiction, Historical Fiction

Length5 hrs 4 mins

Narrated byListen with 1,000+ voices

FormateBook with Audio

Publish dateMay 19, 2024

LanguageEnglish

1As Gustavo smiled wickedly and made his way over in Italia’s direction, Fear sprung up from his chair. He charged at Gustavo and threw all his weight into him, tackling him. Upon impact, the kingpin’s syringe went high into the air before eventually coming down. It stabbed into the carpet and stood erect. Gustavo grimaced in pain as he collided with the floor. Fear, using all his might, broke the white, plastic zip-cuffs with one tug.

2The goons at the four corners of the room pointed their AK-47s to chop him down, but they were afraid they’d accidentally hit Gustavo. Keeping that in mind, they lowered their choppaz and ran toward Fear. Seeing them coming, Italia tackled one of them to the floor and rolled off him. Fear eyed the others as they were about to chop the love of his life down. Swiftly, he snatched the syringe out of the floor and snatched Gustavo’s holstered gun from inside his suit’s jacket.

3Fear threw the syringe with precision. It spun around like a helicopter propeller and stabbed the goon closest to Italia in his eyeball. He threw his head back screaming at the top of his lungs and involuntarily fired his AK-47. Italia rolled out of the way out of the paths of the bullets as they pelted the goon she’d tackled to the floor. By the time the goon with the syringe jammed in his eyeball pulled it out, Fear was bringing Gustavo’s gun around and opening fire. He had the skill set of a marksman.

4Fear pulled Gustavo up to his feet by his tie, legs wobbling. The beating he’d given him left him woozy, and his legs felt like cooked noodles under him. Fear got behind the kingpin and placed his gun to the back of his skull. He looked to Italia. She’d managed to break free of the zip-cuffs and pull the duct tape from off her mouth. She rushed over to Fear, hugging, and kissing him.

5“You okay, ma?” Fear asked with concern.

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6Italia nodded her head rapidly and said, “Yes, I’m okay. We’ve gotta get outta here. I’m sure the others heard those gunshots.” She picked up one of the dead goons choppaz. After she checked the banana clip inside it, she smacked it back in and cocked it.

7“You damn right they did,” Gustavo confirmed her suspicions. His entire face was bloody and blood was dripping onto his suit. “And they’re gonna storm up here any minute and send both of your black asses to nigger heaven!” “Shut the fuck up!” Fear whacked him across the back of his head, he groaned in pain. He then looked to Italia and said, “Pat his ass down and see if he’s gotta cell phone on ‘em, baby.” Italia did as her man instructed and brandished a cellular from Gustavo’s suit’s jacket. “Alright, give it to ‘em.” She did. “Okay, Mr. Drug Lord, I want chu to hit up your chauffeur and tell ‘em to meet us downstairs inside the parking lot. You got that?”

8“Now, why would I do that?” A scowling Gustavo asked with mad attitude.

9Fear’s face balled up with anger and he spoke through clenched jaws, veins bulging at his temples. “Cause if you don’t, I’ma slump your beans and rice eating ass and leave you right here! So help me God, muthafucka! Now, do like I said and put the goddamn cell phone on speaker!”

10Fear watched Gustavo closely as he dialed his chauffeur and placed the call on speaker. The Mexican chauffeur answered with the quickness, greeting his boss in Spanish. Gustavo started talking to him in Spanish and Fear whacked him across the head again. The kingpin howled in pain and dropped the cell phone. Italia picked it up and handed it back to him.

11“Talk to that nigga in English, I needa know what the fuck you’re saying to ‘em!” Fear told him while gripping the back of his shirt’s collar aggressively.

12A wincing Gustavo went on to tell the chauffeur to pull in front of the elevator lobby.

13“Is everything okay, jefe?” the chauffeur who went by the name Jorge asked.

14“Yes, everything is fine, Jorge,” Gustavo assured him before disconnecting the call. Italia took the cell phone from him and slipped it inside of her pocket.

15“Okay. Let’s move.” Fear ushered Gustavo toward the door at gunpoint. The goon he’d shot through the throat was on the floor gurgling on his own blood. He was holding his bleeding neck and kicking his right leg in agony. Without turning to look at him, Fear snatched his gun from the back of Gustavo’s head and popped two in the goon’s beating heart, he went still.

16“I’ll get the door,” Italia said. She unlocked the door and removed the latch. As soon as she pulled open the metal door, they came face to face with six of Gustavo’s goons.

17They were mad dogging them with their AK-47s pointed at their faces. Unlike Gustavo’s other goons these niggaz weren’t rocking ski-masks. They rocked black baseball caps and black bandanas over the lower half of their face. They also had bulletproof vests strapped against their torsos. The eses were hardened criminals and that’s just how Gustavo liked them. He recruited them fresh out of the pen, or while they were in the streets down on their luck. He saved them from a pitiful and meaningless existence, so they were loyal to him without a fault.

18Goddamn, Fear thought as he looked around at all the hostile expressions of the goons. He could tell they were trigger happy and dying to blow his black ass off the map.

19“Yo, tell these muthafuckaz to back it up ‘fore I start clapping shit! We can all be some shot up, dead muthafuckaz today, the way I’m on it! Tell ‘em, nigga!” Fear shook Gustavo by the back of his collar roughly.

20Gustavo started off telling his goons to fallback in Spanish, but then he recalled Fear whacking him in his head the last time. So, he hollered at them in plain old English. Hesitantly, the goons lowered their AKs at their side and parted like the red sea so Fear, Gustavo, and Italia could go on about their business.

21Fear was about to proceed down the path they cleared, but he had a feeling they might try something. He couldn’t risk falling in Gustavo’s hands again. Because if he did he was sure he’d have him and Italia executed on the spot this time. “Nah, fuck that!” Fear said as he mad dogged the goons like they did him. “Tell they ass to eject the magazines from them choppaz and toss them shits down the hallway,” Gustavo told his goons like Fear demanded. “Alright, now tell ‘em to lie down on the floor and put their hands on the back of their heads. If they try anything funny style, I’ma do yo brown ass first, then everyone else gets to go along for the ride.”

22Gustavo was about to do what was demanded of him until his cell phone rang. Italia pulled it out and told Fear it was the chauffeur. Fear took the cell phone from her and hollered into the receiver, “Yo, don’t call this muthafucking phone no more! If you do, I swear on my mother’s soul, I’ma blow yo boss’s brains out. You got that?” Jorge told him yes in Spanish. “Good. Have yo ass where he told you to be when we get down there!” Fear disconnected the call and tossed the cell phone to Italia. He was frustrated, hurt, pissed off, and on the edge, which explained why he was so hostile now. “Proceed, nigga!” he ordered Gustavo.

23The kingpin relayed Fear’s message to his killaz and they followed his orders. Fear, Gustavo, and Italia stepped in between their bodies as they laid flat on the floor. They kept a close eye on the killaz. Like Fear had warned before, if they tried some funny shit, Gustavo was getting it first. He meant that shit! It was on them if they wanted to test his gangsta.

24Once Fear, Gustavo, and Italia had cleared the path of the killaz. Fear turned Gustavo around to them, keeping his gun to the back of his dome. He instructed Italia to get the elevator while he played lookout. The killaz were gravely silent. They didn’t make a move. It was good for them because their boss’s life was depending on them.

25Italia kept her eyes glued on the numbers above the elevator’s double doors as they lit up. She tapped her foot as she impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the floor they were on. The number of the floor they were on lit up and shortly thereafter there was a ding sound. The double doors slid apart and Italia made her way on the elevator. Keeping his gun to the back of Gustavo’s skull, Fear slowly backed up inside of the elevator while keeping his eyes on the killaz. Once he was safely inside, Italia pressed the button for the garage and the doors closed. They could hear the killaz hustling upon their booted feet as they did.

26“Come on, come on, come on!” Italia watched the numbers on the metal key-pad light up with each floor they passed. She knew the odds weren’t in their favor with so many of Gustavo’s killaz out for their blood. That’s why she was anxious to get in the car and peel away safely.

27Ding!

28The elevator doors opened, and everyone made their way out. As soon as they stepped out into the lobby, their eyes landed on a Mercedes-Benz limousine idling in the parking garage. They speed-walked towards the limousine. Fear instructed Italia to drive. She snatched open the door of the stretch Benz and yanked Jorge out. He scrambled to his dress shoes and took off running, occasionally glancing over his shoulder. Italia propped her AK-47 up on the front passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

29Fear and Gustavo got into the back of the limousine. As soon as he slammed the door shut, the staircase door that led out into the parking garage swung open. The killaz spilled out with their AK-47s and chased after the Benz. They spat fire at the vehicle as it sped toward the exit of the building. Their bullets pelted the rear of the car and ricocheted off it. The Mercedes was completely bulletproof, so the shots didn’t damage it at all.

30Boom! The Mercedes-Benz limousine rocketed passed the guard booth and broke the arm divider. The killaz continuously opened fire on the limousine until it disappeared out of their sight. Italia bent the corner out of the building’s exit nearly flipping the Mercedes-Benz. She glanced back and forth between the windshield and the side-view mirror. She expected to see the killaz tailing them but they weren’t there. She cut a few corners, drove down some blocks, and made her way out onto a main street. All this was done to shake the killaz in case they were following them.

31Italia let down the patrician that separated her from the passenger. She glanced over her shoulder at Fear. “Bae, you good?”

32“Yeah, I’m straight, slim. You good?” Fear asked as he stood over Gustavo.

33The kingpin was lying on his stomach with his fingers interlocked on the back of his head. Fear held him at gunpoint while he untied his tie and pulled it loose from around his neck. The assassin laid his gun down on Gustavo’s back. Once he bound his wrists behind his back, he picked his gun back up and shoved him into the seat across from him. He kept his eyes and his gun on him while Italia drove them.

34“I’m good, babe,” Italia answered him. “Where are we headed?”

35Fear gave Italia the address to the place he had in mind. Forty-five minutes later, they were driving across a ten-foot-tall stone that read: Welcome to the city of Compton. There was colorful gang graffiti on the stone which let tourists know they were entering a danger zone. Italia drove a mile out passed the stone before Fear told her to make a left. She drove down the residential street looking around. A lot of the houses were modest in appearance. Then there were some that looked so nice they didn’t belong in the hood.

36Coasting down the residential block, Italia was startled when something slammed into the side of the Mercedes-Benz limousine. Hearing screaming and shouting coming from outside, she went to grab her AK-47 thinking Gustavo’s killaz had launched an attack on them. She lowered her hand when she saw that it was just two hood rats fighting in the street. There were wigs flying and titties and ass flopping from beneath skimping clothing. Niggaz and bitchez stood around them cheering and egging them on.

37“Whip that bitch ass, Lala!” one of the broads called out to her homegirl. Her homegirl was in a white halter top and Daisy Dukes.

38She had one flip-flop on and two knots on her forehead. Her fists were wrapped up in the other girl’s shirt and she was throwing her merciless uppercuts. The girl on the losing end was leaking profusely. Her blood gushed from her nose and mouth.

39“Don’t let her do you like that, Tiana! Smash that ho!” a girl with colorful individual braids shouted out at her homegirl who was losing.

40She was trying her best to fight back but it was to no avail. Having grown tired of seeing his baby’s momma getting her ass kicked, a lanky cat wearing cornrows and an oversized T-shirt reached for his waistline. Through the side view mirror, Italia watched him pull out his gun and bust shots into the air. The sudden eruption of gunfire succeeded in ceasing the fight. It also startled Fear.

41He whipped around to the back window and pointed his gun, thinking they were under attack. Once he peeped what was going on, he focused his attention and gun back on Gustavo. The kingpin was sitting back, mad dogging him. The assassin had a feeling if he had the chance he’d put a bullet in his head. The thought alone angered Fear. He felt like Gustavo had some nerve seeing how he was the one that caused the situation in the first place.

42“I suggest you turn that heat somewhere else before I get the notion to pop you in yo’ kneecap,” Fear threatened and leveled his gun at Gustavo’s right knee. The kingpin looked away, avoiding eye contact completely. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

43“We’re here!” Italia announced as she pulled up to a tan and brown house. It had a patchy dirt lawn and a raggedy-ass fence. The place looked like a crack house, or someplace crackheads went to smoke crack.

44“Drive down the driveway and park in the backyard,” Fear gave Italia further instructions which she promptly followed. Once she drove into the backyard, she killed the engine of the limousine and sat up.

45“What now?” Italia inquired after grabbing her AK-47. She kept a close eye on things while she waited for him to answer her inquiry.

46“What now? You pass me his cell phone and sit tight,” Fear answered.

47He took Gustavo’s cell phone from her and started punching in a telephone number. He stopped for a moment as he tried to recall the number he had in mind. He glanced at the ceiling with furrowed brows and quietly recited the telephone number to himself. Recalling the last of the digits of the telephone number, he finished dialing the person who owned the house. He placed the cell phone to his ear and listened to it ring.

48On the fourth ring, a very familiar voice answered. “Who dis?”

49“It’s me, Skip. Lil’ Al,” Fear informed him. The nickname, Lil’ Al was given to him by Skip because of his short stature. At first, Fear wasn’t feeling it, but the name eventually grew on him. The crackhead was the only one that called him that and he was okay with it. He fucked with him the long way.

50“Lil’ Al, Lil’ Al, Lil’ Al,” Skip tried to recall the name he was given. When it dawned on him, he snapped his fingers and excitement filled his voice. “Lil’ Al, what’s hapnin’, young blood? I ain’t got up witchu in a minute. What’s up?”