The Streets 2 by Tai Goodman (classic literature books TXT) 📕

elsewhere for two days, and then come back." 

 

Smithy looked down. "Well... You know I have to do this, right?"

 

Smithy nodded. "Do it."

 

Judeau leveled the gun at his head. His hand was shaking uncontrollably. Then Judeau shot Smithy in his side, inside. "AGH...."

Judeau stood out of the chair he was in, and shot Smithy a few more times. "Rest in peace, William. I'll see you in hell." Smithy then grabbed the tip of the knife, and tried to slit Judeau's throat. "SICK BASTARD!"

Smithy put a tiny slit in Judeau's throat. Judeau shoved him into the television nearby. Judeau quickly aimed, and popped Smithy in his face. Then Judeau dialed a number on Smithy's phone. He noticed the puddle of blood about to reach his shoes, and then climbed onto a chair. 

 

"Hello?"

"Eleven Eighty-Seven."

"Great. By the way, I found the location of our Mexican Jefe. Write this down:"

"I'll just memorize it."

"Suit yourself. It's 182 Avenue, big brown building. Looks like a small Mexican restaurant 

ran by crackers who don't know crap about Mexican food."

"182 Avenue, brown building, Mexican restaurant, crackers. Got it."

 

BROWN BUILDING

 

Wayne was parked outside of a brown building, on the side. Then gunfire was blaring out of the building itself. "The hell?" He scooted up in his seat to see what was happening. A Mexican was thrown against a window. Wayne hurried out of his car and walked to the payphone, with haste. 

"MIKE, MIKE MIKE! GET DOWN HERE, NOW! SHIT'S GOING DOWN IN THIS MEXICAN RESTAURANT ON 182 AVENUE!"

 

After about 15 minutes, Michael sped over to the building in a stolen automobile. Then he stepped out of his car with a shotgun. "So... This is where the Mexicans are..."

 

BEFORE THE SHOOTOUT

Judeau stepped inside of the building, and walked through the entire room of Mexican gang members. Then he entered DelToro's office. He walked down the huge wooden corridor and sat down in a spinning office chair. "You're back, already. I'm guessing you did what had to be done, mi amigo?"

"Yes sir. But there's something I have to tell you."

 

"Si? And what is that, amigo?"

 

Judeau handed him a portfolio. And he kept his fingers on it. "Before you open this folder, know that you're about to see some information about a very dangerous target. Can you pay me to kill whoever this is?"

"I need to know who he is. I'm not paying you for nothing. What if it's me."

 

"Ha-ha, very funny. Yeah, sure. That's who's in there. Open the folder."

 

Jose opened the portfolio and looked at the top of the paper. 

 

 

"TARGET: Josephano DELTORO"

 

Jose looked up from the portfolio. Judeau put both of his feet on the rim of the desk, and pulled out two semi-automatic pistols. As they spun around on his fingers, once they stopped, he fired both and shot Josephano in his head. Then he kicked himself away from the desk, rolling away in the office chair. He shot one of Jose's men in his chest, then in his face. A bullet hit the back of the chair. Judeau fired again and missed, then fired the gun in his right hand, hitting one guy in his chest. Then another.

 

Judeau and the chair hit the wall. He stood out of the chair, kicking it out of the way. Judeau pulled a smoke-grenade out of his pocket. As the door flew open, Judeau stood in front of several of Jose's men. "Buenos dias, motherfuckers!"

He pulled the pin, released the handle, and dropped it in the middle of the room. PUFF!

 

"MIERDA!"

"LOCO PENDEJO!"

"QUE?"

 

Judeau walked through the club, and killed several people. One of them was trying to crawl away. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" 

Judeau popped him in the back of his neck. 

 

FREMONT CASINO

 

Wayne, and Michael both pulled up to the casino. "Well, this is it. We're ready to kill Winchester." Michael nodded. "You don't know how much this means to me, Wayne. But just remember, we're here to kill Winchester. Spare NOBODY that gets in our way."

Michael put on a bulletproof vest, then an overcoat. The two strapped on their shoulderpads, and then kneepads. Michael slipped on his rubber gloves. Wayne was strapping on his mask. "We've taken every precaution. We can't fuck this up in any way." He loaded a clip into his pistol. "You ready?"

 

"Let's go kill that rat."

 

"That's the spirit."

 

 

Wayne and Michael both walked up to the Fremont Casino's entrance, and let themselves in while everybody was focused on their casino games. Everybody turned their heads to see Wayne and Michael, armed to the teeth. "Oh my god..." a woman said, and gasped. Guards laid their hands on the guns in their holsters. Ivan Winchester stepped out of his office to see why everything went so quiet. As he walked downstairs, he saw the two standing in the doorway. Michael held up Judeau's decapitated head, from the brown building. "We killed your man, Winchester."

 

Guards pulled out their pistols and aimed at the two. 

 

Michael threw away the head, and commented, "Your turn."

 

The guards started firing. A bullet flew and hit Michael in the chestplate. "Motherfucker!"

Michael aimed his gun at the guard, and blew him backwards. Wayne leaped over a railing, and dropkicked a guard. He shot him in the head, and picked up his body. "You wouldn't shoot one of your own, would ya?!"

"He's got one of us!"

 

Wayne looked around and kicked over a round table for future cover. Ivan stormed back upstairs. 

 

Wayne: "It was just... Chaos."

 

Damion: "That shootout in the Fremont Casino suffered many casualties. Many of the Italian mafia members were shot by Wayne and Michael, and it ended in a very obvious conclusion."

 

Ivan returned back outside with a rifle. "Where are those fucks?"

He spotted Michael through his scope. "LET'S DO THIS SHIT!" he screamed, and fired a shot, hitting the tiled walls behind Michael. He noticed the big bullet hole in the tile, and took cover behind a potted plant. Ivan cocked his rifle, and aimed back at the plant. "WAYNE! I'm pinned down!"

 

Wayne couldn't hear Michael over the sounds of gunfire. Several shots started putting holes in the body he had. A very sharp bullet hit the head of the body, and sprayed blood on Wayne's face. "PFFT!" Wayne spat out flecks of blood.

"The fuck?"

He spotted Ivan on the railing. "WINCHESTER! MICHAEL, WINCHESTER IS UP THERE!"

 

Michael received the call, and looked in Winchester's firing direction. "Stand still..." Michael pulled the hammer back in his pistol and aimed down his sights. He fired once, missed Winchester. Again, and he hit the lens in Winchester's scope. One more shot, and he hit Winchester in his neck. "GOD- AGHHH!" 

 

Winchester retreated into his office, and untied his neck tie. Then he tied it around the wound. "Oh my god.."

Michael focused on the other people. "MICHAEL, GET UP AND FIGHT! REMEMBER- WHAT I TOLD YOU!"

 

Michael nodded and said, "Let's unleash the beast."

 

Michael sprinted out from his hiding place, was shot three times in his chest, and leveled a gun at someone's head. Then BANG! One bullet, and the mobster he shot was bleeding from the forehead down. Michael turned his head a few inches, and found his next target. A guard was diagonal from Wayne's position. The corpse's intestines fell out, and the jaw fell off. "MICHAEL, I'M RUNNING OUT OF BODY! HELP!" 

 

Michael pulled the trigger, and the gun went click!

 

Michael snarled at that fact, and removed the machete from his holster. With one thrust of an arm, the machete soared through the casino, striking the man in the back. He threw his arms a little bit behind his back, in pain. Michael stopped by one of the mobsters on the way, kicked his shin and broke it with a painful snap in the bone. "AHHHH!"

Michael pressed his hands against the man's head, and twisted it with a circular snap. He released the corpse, grabbed the submachine gun he dropped, and fired in a spraying line at the other mobsters. He knocked two down, killed 3 with shots to the back (body and head). Michael heard heavy footsteps approaching behind him. "Heads up!"

He spun around, and slung the submachine gun at the guy, hitting him in the eye. The barrel was stuck in the eye-socket, weighing the guy's head down. "I CAN'T SEE! HELP!"

Michael walked over to him, and pulled the trigger on the gun. Then he proceeded to the man with the machete. The man was on the ground, cowering in fear and crying in pain. "Should've just stayed out of the fucking mafia." Michael pushed the machete further down, and impaled the guy through his heart.

 

"Wop assholes."

Michael removed the machete, and walked over to the others. Wayne dropped the corpse, and walked alongside him. "That was exciting." Wayne was shot in the chest by a bullet. "OVER THERE!"

Michael set his direction at the way he looked, and shot the mobster in the head. Then one, with a casino chip rake, whacked Michael in the legs and knocked him down. He spun around, and was hit in the right hand. "AHHH!"

Wayne smacked the man in his nose, then his throat, then in his skull. "You think that's all of them?"

 

"Pretty much, yeah."

 

"Go find Winchester, I've only got a few minutes to clean out the entrance before someone comes and notices, then call the cops."

 

Michael proceeded up the spiral stairs. Winchester came out of his office, and while Michael was coming upstairs, he fired at him. He missed, and nearly hit Michael in the heel of his foot. "You're broken, Ivan! Drop the gun, and stay where you are!"

Ivan cocked his rifle. "FOR WHAT? You're trying to kill me, so why not make this FUN?"

 

Michael shot twice upstairs and hit Ivan in his shoulder. "AGH! All of you are the same, you're all looking for power- CONTROL! You ain't getting it!"

Michael reached the top floor, and was face-to-face with Ivan. "You messed up, BAD!" Michael grabbed the rifle from out of Ivan's hands. Looking around for a weapon, Ivan grabbed a stool. "STAY- STAY BACK!"

Michael kicked it out of his hands and continued to walk his way. Ivan walked backwards into his office. "Pretty cool office, it's a shame that all of it had to go to waste." Michael shot Ivan in his right lung, then slammed his head down on a cactus plant on his desk. "AHHHHHH! MY FACE! IT'S IN MY FACE!"

 

Michael then threw Ivan under a bookshelf, tipped it over, and then leaped on top of it as it fell. Ivan was crushed, but not dead. Michael dragged him out of the confined space, and threw him through a window. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Wayne went upstairs and met Michael there. "I can't believe it! We actually killed that guy! And... NOW THE MAFIA IS OURS!"

 

Michael shook his head. "I thought this was just to kill Winchester, not take over his entire mafia." Wayne nodded, "Well guess what, they're running amuck out there. Why not control them into our mits so we can have a bit of protection? Nobody will mess with us or try to kill us."

 

(NOW It's YOUR choice to decide the ending. Either A, choose to rule the mafia, or B, leave Wayne to do his dirty work. If you choose A, go to the next chapter. If you chose B, then go to the one after that).

ENDING A: Rule the Mafia

"Alright. Let's rule this town!" Michael implied. Him and Wayne shook their hands.