Run in with the wrong crew
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~as i got tired of the new crew my brother hired they were reckless. They were going to end up getting someone shot or even killed. I was not going to hang around to find out who that someone was going to be. My luck it was going to be me being that I drive the getaway car. More less I had never been taken down and that was not going to change. 

I packed what I needed and could fit in my car and took off in the middle of the night on my way to the beach house that was never used. I needed to get away. I needed a fresh start. Away from my brother and his new crew of dumb asses. I raced through the roads without a care about anything.

After a few months I found a great man that offered me to join his crew. I joined the crew and have meet some great people that are in the crew and even bettered my life and got away from my brother and all the deadbeats in his crew. 

I was out for the day making a run something I did only if need. I was one that drove fast and could get the goods there in no time. I did special runs. This run was for someone that always was good on his word and paid up front. 

I took off in my car zooming through the streets as I made it to the city line in no time. I found myself at what looked like a biker's bar. This was a place I had never been before yet I did not care. I grabbed my bag with everything in it and got out my car making sure that my gun was at the ready if I needed it. I walked into the bar and looked around in no time I found who I came to meet with. I walked over to the man and sat down in the booth as I looked at him. 

I spoke to him telling him who I was and why I was sent and not his normal person. I than placed my bag on the table and looked at him again. I told him everything he asked for was in my bag. After the exchange  was made I made my way out the bar and back to my car. I got in and started it up placing my bag at my feet as I put my car in reverse and backed out.

I made my way down the highway nothing around me for miles as I pushed the gas down and took off. I was on my way back to drop the bag off that sat on the floor bored at my feet. I grabbed a water bottle out the seat next to me and took a drink. Placed the top back on and put the bottle back in the seat.

As I looked in the rear view mirror I saw some bikes coming up fast on me and I was not going slow. I had pushed my car up to 85 and the bikes were gaining on me. I had seen the bikes at the club I just left. I thought to myself “ maybe they are just on their way somewhere.” I reached over and grabbed my bottle of water again opening it and taking a drink then putting the lid back on. I put the bottle back down in the seat and looked in the rear view mirror seeing the bikes right behind me now.

Half the bikes came around my car. Three bikes stayed behind my car. Two bikes came up beside my car, one on each side and three in front of my car. I was not sure what was going on as I watched the bikes as they moved around my car pinning me in. I reached over and opened my glove box grabbing out my gun and placing it under my right leg.

The biker on my driver side looked at me and took his gun out and moved closer to the car. He than held the gun up and slammed it down on my window and broke my window as I covered my face were i did not get glass in my face. He than held his gun out pointed at me.

As I uncovered my face and looked over seeing the gun I slammed my car into the bike sending the bike and the driver off the road. I than looked at the other bike at the other side of my car as one of the bikes from the back moved to the side of my car taking the bike I took outs place.

The biker on the other side of my car pulled out his gun as I slammed on my breaks as the biker took a shot missing me and my car. I than hit the gas trying to get away from all the bikes. I did not know why they were shooting at me but I did not want to stay around to find out.

As the bikes boxed me back in I remember that this car had a phone. I reached down grabbing the phone as I dialed the one number that i could remember. As the phone rang I hoped there would be a answer, yet there was not. I slammed the phone down and looked around at the bikes all with guns out. As I looked back out of nowhere  came a huge truck. It slammed into the back of my car. It slammed my car a few times until he sent me off the road rolling me down a hill. I sat there for a minute looking up watching the bikes and trucks as they than left.

I made my way out my car and grabbed my gun, a bottle of water and the bag. I started walking hoping I  was not far from the beach where my house was. I looked back at my car and took a deep breath. I liked my car. My leg was killing me yet I was not going to stop until I knew I was safe.

As night fell I sat down for a minute to take a drink of water and I wanted to know what was in the bag. They had to want it why else would they try and take me out. I opened my dark blue over sized purse that I used to carry business stuff in. As I looked inside my eyes went wide. The bag was full to the top with diamonds. I closed the bag and got up and started walking again.

After walking for hours I made my way onto the beach as I saw my house. I kept walking until I could not walk anymore. I made it to in front of the back gate of my house as I collapsed to the ground passing out as my gun hit the sand and the bag did too.~

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