Goon #5
They were trying to box him in. Capone was pressing the gas, but his whip wasn’t moving, just letting off exhaust fumes.
I pulled up to the car so that I was perfectly aligned with the passenger side.
Homie in the passenger seat was so busy trying to aim out the back window on the driver’s side, that by the time he saw me, it was lights out for him.
Capone was leaned over with his arm extended out the passenger side, and sent a bullet in the driver’s head. “Get the fuck outta here, Stunna!” Capo yelled, telling his twin and his father to go.
Whenever he called him by their dumbass nickname, I knew it was because he was concealing their names. It was a lot of shit going on, but who the fuck knows what someone could have picked up.
“Fuck outta here!” Cappadonna resisted, as another car was speeding towards us. He wasn’t leaving his twin to die, no matter how much he told him to.
I spun around, my boot gliding against the pavement. “Go! I got him,” I told Cappadonna.
Capone quickly snatched another gun out the hidden compartment and hopped on the back of my bike, cocking his gun back, as he aimed at the car right behind me.
“They threw some device on the hood of my whip and it stopped working… that’s why I told Capp to go ahead,” he explained, as he continued to let bullets fly.
“Hold on,” I told him.
He held onto my shoulder. “Got me on the back of your bike like a bitch.”
“Nigga, I wasn’t about to hear Erin’s mouth. We all leaving this bitch together.” I zipped in and out until I caught up with Capp.
Cappadonna and Des looked relieved when they saw Capone on the back of my bike. I sped in front of them, as I went straight ahead. Cappadonna got the memo and followed me.
We exited the Nassau Highway towards the airport area. I swerved off to the side where there were Fed-Ex planes and trucks. Cappadonna pulled in behind me, as Capo hopped off and ran to get into the back of his brother’s truck.
“Be fucking safe, G!” Cappadonna hollered.
“Heard you,” I sped off and headed towards where I heard the gun play ahead of me. I swerved around the Impala.
Menace and Don had tunnel vision, as they were gunning for a particular SUV. Zuri pulled next to my bike, pointed to the side of me, and I hit my brake, causing the back of my bike to rise a bit. She washed up another black Impala that had been on me.
“Fuck is they coming from?” I saluted her and rounded her car.
We were near a McDonald’s on Rockaway Parkway, next to the JFK depot, and there were three SUVs.
Ghost hung out the passenger seat returning fire from the SUV.
His ski mask was on to conceal his identity.
Men in suits were hanging out the front passenger window, and the back left with their guns drawn.
Sirens were becoming closer. The SUV that came around me hit the hidden lights, letting me know that these were cops in the trucks.
“They jamming whips… go!” I told Staten.
He backed up, whipped around the truck, running over one of the men in the process, then sped down the block.
Kano’s whip was stalled. As I was about to spin around to grab him, his brother pulled up with the cops on him. Kano hopped on the hood of the whip, as his brother sped off with Kano holding onto the hood of the car.
This was nothing new when it came to playing games with the cops. I sped down 147th street, avoiding the trucks and shit trying to do their jobs. As I came out 147th street onto Farmer’s Blvd, I saw Capri with three cop cars on her.
I darted out in the middle of them, as I watched her swerve and avoid things. Catching up to her, she nodded her head, and we reached and dapped up, as we split up. Two followed me, and one followed behind her.
My phone was buzzing and because the only person that wasn’t on silent was Boobie, I knew it was her. I wasn’t about to stress her out and tell her what I was doing. I’d call her when I made it back to safety.
“Pull the fuck over now… pull over now!” they yelled through the speakers, as I dipped down 177th, and went through the parking lot of a Walgreens, coming out onto Guy R Brewer Blvd.
The second car was on me, trying to get my back wheel to trip me up. I dipped on the other side of the street, and zipped in and out, taking it straight down to S Conduit Avenue. They were on my ass, as I heard more motorcycles getting near.
King and Quameer popped out with the Gods behind them. Capri came from the opposite direction without the cop car on her. Blair signaled for her to go first, and the Gods fell in on her signals.
Havoc was right on her side, as we continued to worm through the traffic that was waiting to get onto the Belt Parkway.
The cops were pissed with the way they were blaring the sirens and beeping their horns trying to get through.
Soon as we got through, Capri took off with Blair, and we all followed behind her.
Snatching the burner from my vest, I looked at the message.
M: Got em. ;)
This nigga had the nerve to send an emoji with a smirk. Just as quick as the message popped up, it disappeared and the screen went black. I tossed the burner and continued ahead. Once we made it towards Canarsie, we all split up.
I headed towards the Caselli safe house, while the Infernos and Delgatos went to theirs.