Grand Theft Auto: Los Santos Stories

Chapter 2


Time: 5:55 p.m.

Place: T-Shirts XXS-XXXL

Weather: Sunny/ 62 Degrees

Franklin and Lamar finished their purchases and exited the T-shirt store.

"How many damn shirts did you need to buy?" Franklin asked.

"Come on Franklin. A nigga gotta be fitted all day every day! I bought all those damn shirts while they were on sale." Lamar responded.

Franklin shook his head. "Whatever nigga let's just get out of here." He said heading for his Bravado Buffalo sports car.

When they entered the car, Franklin noticed that lots of thugs kept staring at them. Franklin watched them through the rear view mirror. The thugs kept talking and pointing at Franklin's car.

"Aye Lamar? I think those niggas behind us are about to do something." Franklin whispered.

Lamar looked at his side mirror to see them. After he saw them he instantly ducked down to the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Lamar asked.

"I repossessed them niggas car last week at a sweet 16!" Lamar said.

"What kinda car was it?" Franklin asked.

"A damn Benefactor Surano…" Lamar whispered.

"Oh damn! These niggas bout to blast us if we sit here! Let's bounce." Franklin said. He started the engine and sped off.

Lamar finally sat back on the seat. "That was way too close." He said.

"Really? You were that terrified back there that you sat on the floor?" Franklin asked.

"I wasn't terrified! I was just making sure them niggas didn't catch me slipping from behind!" Lamar argued.

"Yeah whatever…Anyways what was them niggas doing having a sweet 16 anyways? I thought only girls had that." Franklin asked.

"All those guy are the son of a power drug dealer. The drug dealer was having a sweet 16 for his daughter. She was chauffeured there in that Benefactor Surano. I had to repo it because it was illegally parked. I guess they didn't take to well to that." Lamar said.

"Didn't take to well to that? Nigga we was getting sized up back there!" Franklin yelled.

"Look…bottom line nigga is that we aren't neat them anymore so you can stop your bitching!" Lamar argued.

Franklin slammed the brakes and stopped at a red light.

"Damn nigga! Easy on them brakes!" Lamar yelled.

As Franklin waited for the light to change, a Mammoth Patriot pulled up next to them.

"That's them…" Lamar shrieked.

"Nigga calm yourself! Just don't say nothing!" Franklin responded.

The window of the truck began rolling down slow. Franklin was watching them in the corner of his eye. Suddenly, an Uzi was pointed at them. Franklin stomped the gas down and sped off before the thugs could pull the trigger.

"Dammit Lamar look what you go us into!" Franklin screamed.

"Look, just shut your damn mouth and get us out of here fast!" Lamar yelled.

Franklin was driving as fast as possible but The Mammoth Patriot was still catching up. Franklin quickly turned into a dark alley and exited the car and hid around a building.

"Them niggas better not find us!" Franklin said.

"If you shut the hell up they might not find us so easily!" Lamar responded.

Franklin began hearing footsteps close by. "Dammit they know where we are." He said.

Franklin quickly took out his Micro SMG and came from around the building and shot the first man. He hid back around the building before the others could see him.

"I think I saw that nigga this way!" A man said to his partners.

Franklin quickly turned the corner and began shooting at everybody he saw. He shot about 7 people before the clip on his gun ran out.

"Cover me while I reload nigga!" Franklin yelled.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that sorry!" Lamar said shooting at the remaining men.

Franklin reloaded his gun and stood up to shoot. When he was ready to pull the trigger, he noticed all the men were dead.

"Damn Lamar! You actually took care of all of those niggas?" Franklin asked amazed.

"Of course my nigga, what did you think I was?" Lamar responded.

Franklin and Lamar jumped back in the Buffalo and sped out of the alley.

"You gotta warn me the next time you pull some mess like that!" Franklin shouted.

"My nigga! Didn't I already tell you? This is typical hood shit! They shouldn't have had their car illegally parked and it wouldn't have been towed." Lamar said.

"Nigga, you parked your car numerous times illegally. Hell I don't think you ever parked your car legally." Franklin replied.

Lamar looked at him in shock. "Damn nigga you cold…"

Franklin's phone began ringing. "Hello?" Franklin asked answering the phone.

"Franklin? It's Michael…You want to hang out tonight?" Michael asked.

"Yeah I ain't got anything planned for the night. What you got in mind?" Franklin asked.

"I'm feeling like going to the club and having a drink." Michael responded.

"Hell yeah! I could definitely use a drink after what I just dealt with." Franklin replied, cutting his eyes at Lamar.

"Good…I'll see you then." Michael said.

Franklin hung the phone up. "Nigga I'm about to drop you off right now. I'm about to go have a damn drink." He said to Lamar.

"Whatever…Just take me to the Dollar Pills store by the hood." Lamar said.

Franklin stopped at a red light and looked in his side mirror. He noticed a Vapid Sandking truck heading right behind his car at a high speed.

"Aye Lamar you see this nigga?!" Franklin screamed.

As soon as Franklin finished that sentence, the Vapid Sandkind slammed right into the back of his car. It almost ran over them.

Franklin's adrenaline was rushing as he jumped out of the car. "Nigga look what you did to my damn whip!" He hollered.

The man exited his truck holding the back of his neck. "Look I don't like this either! My damn neck is hurting!" The man argued.

"You son of a bitch! How is your neck hurting? You ran right up the back of me and didn't stop!" Franklin argued.

"I'm sorry. I was too busy on Lifeinvader!" The man responded.

It took everything inside of Franklin to keep him from socking the man across the face.

"Nigga you gonna pay for my car!" Franklin yelled.

"I don't have money to pay for that damn car!" The man yelled back.

"Do you even have insurance?" Franklin asked.

"Do you?" The man responded.

"Hell naw I ain't got no insurance! That's why you about to pay for this car!" Franklin yelled.

"Look, I don't have money to repair that car. But I can hustle some kind of money up to pay for it. Does that sound okay?" The man asked.

Franklin looked back at his car. The back of his car and the lower top of it was caved in. He growled and looked back at the man. "Man what the hell is your name?" He asked.

"Desmond…But everybody calls me Drake." The man said.

"Well Drake. You need to somehow hustle the money up to pay for this. You can do whatever just get the money. You can also help my homebody Lamar with repos if you need to." Franklin said.

Drake nodded his head. Drake and Franklin shook hands. Now the agreement was official.