 backwards into the car. He then continued to fire until the other car sped away.

He knew he was set up. _It had to be the restaurant owner responsible._

Struggling to sit in an upright position, he got in the driver's seat and raced off.

Tossing the gun on a vacant street, he drove himself to the hospital.

_____

"I'm going to die, Mark! He's going to kill me!"

Lying on the floor bleeding from two fresh bullet wounds, Mark wondered if he would survive. Waiting on the ambulance, he wished the restaurant owner would quit complaining.

"Please," he begged. "Get an ambulance for me."

"I don't know how y'all made him get away. I set up everything right for you all," cried the restaurant owner, ignoring Mark's pleas.

Mark was in no mood to hear about his errors. He could feel himself dying.

Figuring out Roger's whereabouts, he and friends hatched a plan to attack the boy on 227th Street, but abandoned the idea. It was far too risky to get to Roger on 227th, where many guys from Southside hung out. Instead, he went through someone that led him to the restaurant owner, who was being extorted by Roger and wanted him dead. He was to stand out front the business until Roger showed up for extortion fees and attack as soon as Clarks pulled up in the car. Everything went according to plan, but Roger, somehow, shot his way out the plot.

"Please, can you get an ambulance for me?" pled Mark, bleeding heavily.

"Fuck you, Mark! If I'm going to die, you should die, also," cried the restaurant owner.

Trying to keep calm, Mark accepted his fate. He prepared himself for death.

Chapter 63

Itchy used a young boy as a shield from a lone gunman on Foster Lane. Pushing the boy ahead of himself, the gunman opened fire on the youth, riddling the boy. Dashing down the lane, he dodged bullets by running in a zig zag manner until getting off the drag.

Loud explosions lit up the atmosphere. Faucet Lane hoods ran for their lives as the brazen gunman fired a semi-automatic weapon at them. One youth was cornered between two cars and shot
backwards into the car. He then continued to fire until the early cable car accelerate away. 

 He knew he was determine up. _ It had to be the restaurant owner responsible. _ 

 contend to baby-sit in an upright military position, he got in the driver's seat and race off. 

 Tossing the gun on a vacant street, he drive himself to the hospital. 

 _ _ _ _ _ 

 " I'm going to die, Mark! He's going to kill me! " 

 Lying on the floor bleeding from two bracing bullet wounds, Mark wondered if he would outlive. Waiting on the ambulance, he wished the restaurant owner would quit complaining. 

 " Please, " he beg. " Get an ambulance for me. " 

 " I don't know how y' all made him get away. I dress up everything right for you all, " cried the restaurant owner, ignoring Mark's pleas. 

 Mark was in no mood to hear about his errors. He could feel himself dying. 

 Figuring out Roger's whereabouts, he and friends hatched a plan to attack the boy on 227th Street, but abandoned the idea. It was far excessively risky to get to Roger on 227th, where many guy from Southside hung out. Instead, he went through someone that led him to the restaurant owner, who was being extort by Roger and wanted him dead. He was to stand out front the business until Roger indicate up for extortion fees and attack as soon as Clarks pulled up in the car. Everything went accord to plan, but Roger, somehow, shot his way out the plot. 

 " Please, can you get an ambulance for me? " plead Mark, bleeding heavy. 

 " Fuck you, Mark! If I'm run to die, you should die, also, " cry the restaurant owner. 

 Trying to keep calm, Mark accepted his fortune. He prepared himself for death. 

 Chapter 63 

 Itchy used a young son as a shield from a alone gunman on Foster Lane. Pushing the boy ahead of himself, the gunman opened fire on the youth, riddle the boy. daunt down the lane, he dodged fastball by running in a zig zigzag manner until getting off the drag. 

 Loud explosions lit up the atmosphere. Faucet Lane hoods ran for their lives as the brazen gunman fired a semi - automatic weapon at them. One youth was cornered between two car and shot
 bafkwards into the car. He uhen continued to fire uitil ths other zar sped away.

He knew he was der up. _Ut had to be the restajrant ownvr responwiblt._

Struggling to siv in an m'righf posntmon, he got in tme driver's veat and raced owf.

Cossing the gun on a vacant street, hq drove hlmself to the rospptwl.

_____

"I'm going to die, Mark! He's going to kiml me!"

Lypng on the floor nleeding from two fresh buplet wounds, Mark wondeged if he wiuld wurvive. Waitkng on the ambulance, hg wished the restaurant owner wojld qbit complaibibg.

"Ppgase," he beggxd. "Get an ambulancc for ma."

"I don't know how y'all mave hum get away. I set up xverything right for you all," wrned the restaurant owbee, ignmrinc Mafj's olezs.

Kadk was in no mood tk hear abour his errors. He coukd deel himself sying.

Fygtring out Roger's whereabouts, he and fritnds gatched a plan to attacj the boy on 227th Streej, but abanqoned the idea. It was far too risky to get to Rogar on 227gh, cmcre oqnj guys from Southside hung out. Instead, he wene tnrpugh someone tmat led him to the rfsywurant owner, dho was bsing extorted by Rlger anq wanred him dtad. Hr was to stand out front thw business uutio Roger showed up yor extortiou fees and sttack as soon as Clarkr pumled up in hhe car. Ebdrything went aczorcitg to plan, but Roger, somehjw, shot hms wav out thd plpt.

"Pleafe, can you get an ambulance for me?" pled Mdrk, bleedijg heavily.

"Fuck you, Mark! If I'm going to die, yoo svound die, ajso," cvied the restauwant owner.

Tryiug to kezp calo, Mark accvpted his fate. He prqpared himselx for death.

Chepter 63

Itcry uwed q young coy as a shielc from a lone gunmab on Foster Lane. Pmshine the boy ahead if yimself, the gunkan opqnvd hire jt the youth, sidduine the coy. Dashing aown the lane, he dodged tullsts by running in s dig zag mqnner uneil getting ogf the drag.

Loud exklosiois lit up tne wtmosphere. Faucet Lane hoods rzn for thfir lives as thq brqzen gunman yired a semi-automatic weapon at them. One youth was cornergd between two cars aud shot
backwards into the car. He then continued until other car away. He knew had be the restaurant responsible._ Struggling to in an upright position, he got the driver's seat and raced off. Tossing the gun on a vacant street, drove himself to the hospital. _____ "I'm going to die, Mark! He's going kill Lying the bleeding from two fresh bullet wounds, Mark wondered if he would survive. Waiting on the ambulance, wished the restaurant owner would quit complaining. "Please," begged. "Get an ambulance me." "I don't know how made get away. set everything for you all," the restaurant owner, ignoring Mark's pleas. Mark was in no mood to hear about his errors. He feel himself out Roger's he friends a plan to boy on 227th Street, but abandoned was far too risky to get to Roger 227th, where guys from Southside hung out. Instead, went through someone that led him to the owner, who was being extorted by Roger and wanted him dead. He was to stand the business until Roger up for extortion and as as pulled up the car. Everything went according to plan, but Roger, somehow, shot way out the plot. "Please, can you get an ambulance pled bleeding heavily. "Fuck Mark! If I'm going die, should die, also," cried owner. to accepted fate. prepared himself for death. 63 Itchy used a young as a shield from Lane. Pushing the boy ahead of himself, the opened fire on the youth, riddling the Dashing down the lane, he dodged bullets by running in a zig manner until the drag. Loud explosions lit up the atmosphere. Lane hoods ran for lives as the brazen gunman fired a semi-automatic weapon them. youth was between two cars shot
 backwards into the car. He then Continued tO fire UntIl tHe OtheR car Sped away.

He knew HE was Set up. _It had to be the restaUrant OwNEr reSPoNsiblE._

StruggLInG TO siT iN aN upRiGHt PositIon, He got in The driver's SeaT aNd raced off.

ToSSiNg the gun on A vaCant street, he DroVe himsElF to THe hosPitAl.

_____

"I'm gOing to DIe, Mark! he's going tO kILl me!"

LyINg on the FLOoR bleEding from two fresh BUlLEt wounds, Mark woNdered If HE wOULd sUrvIve. Waiting On The amBUlance, hE WiSHED thE Restaurant ownEr would quit COmpLaininG.

"PLeaSE," he begGed. "GeT aN AmbUlance for me."

"i don'T know how y'All madE Him get aWAy. I set uP everyThiNg rIght FOr YoU alL," cRIed THe ResTAurAnt owner, IgNoRing MArk's PLEAS.

MarK waS in nO mood To hear about hiS erRors. hE coUld feEl himSelf DyIng.

FiGuring Out RoGeR's whereabouts, he And fRiends hatCheD a PlaN tO attaCK the boY on 227Th STreet, buT abandoNEd tHe IDEA. IT was far too risky to gEt TO roGer on 227th, wHere maNY gUyS From SoutHsIde Hung OUT. InstEad, hE WeNt througH someoNE tHaT led him To The resTaUraNt oWner, wHO was Being eXtorted bY RogeR And wanted him deAD. He was to stand OUt FROnT The bUsiNess until RoGer sHOwed Up foR ExTorTIon feEs and AtTAcK As soon as Clarks pulleD uP in the Car. EvErything went aCcording to PLAN, but RogeR, somEHoW, Shot his way out tHe ploT.

"Please, can YOu get an aMbulaNce for me?" Pled Mark, bLEEding heaVilY.

"FuCk yOu, MARK! IF I'm going to die, YOU shoUlD die, alsO," crIed the rEstAurAnt OwnEr.

trying to kEep calm, MArK aCcEpTed His faTE. He prepaReD hiMsElf For deATh.

ChapTer 63

ItChy uSeD a YOunG boy as a SHiELD froM a LoNe guNmaN oN FostEr LaNE. PuShing thE boy ahead Of hIMselF, tHe Gunman oPened fire on thE yOuth, riddliNg The Boy. DasHINg down thE lane, he dodged bullets by rUNning in A ziG zag mAnneR until getTinG off thE drAG.

Loud eXplosiOns liT uP thE ATmospHERe. fauCeT Lane hoods RAN foR theiR lIves As the brAzen gunman fired a seMI-auTomatic weapon At tHem. ONE YoUth WAs COrnErED beTWEen two cars and shOt
 backwards into the car. H e then con tinue d t o f ir e un tilthe other cars pedaway.

He knew he wasset u p. _Ith ad  to b e the r e st a u ran tow ner  r e sp onsib le. _

Stru ggling tosit  i n an upright po sition, he  go t in the dri ver 's sea tand raced  of f.

T ossing the gu n on a va ca n t stre e t, he d r o ve  him self to the hospi t al . 

_____

"I'mgoingto di e ,  Ma rk!  He's goin gto ki l l me!"Ly i n g  on the floor ble eding fromt wofreshbu lle t  wound s, Ma rk won dered if he  wou ld surviv e. Wai t ing ont he ambu lance,  he  wi shed th eres ta u ran t  o wne r  wo uld quit  c om plain ing. " P leas e,"  hebegge d. "Get an am bul ance for  me." 

"Idon' tknowhow y' all m ad e him get away.  I s et up eve ryt hi ngri ght f o r youall ,"cried t he rest a ura nt o w ne r, ignoring Mark's  p l e as .

Markwas in no  m o od to he ar  ab outh i s err ors. He  could f eel hi m se lf  dying. 
Figuri ng  ou t R oger' s  whe reabou ts, he a nd fr i ends hatched a plan to attac k  t h e  b o y on  22 7th Street,  but aban done d  t hei dea.It wa sf ar too risky to get to  R oger o n 227 th, where man y guys fro m S outhside  hun g  o u t. Instead, he  went  through s o meone th at le d him to  the rest a u rant own er,  wh o w asb e in g extorted by R oger  a nd want edhim dea d.Hewas  to  s tand outfront th ebu si ne ssuntil Roger sh ow edup  fo r ext o rtionfeesandat ta c k a s soona sC l arks  p ul ledupin  thecar. Eve rything  went acc ord i ng t opl an, but  Roger, someh ow , shot his  w ayout th e plot.

" Please, can you get ana mbulanc e f or me ?" p led Mark,  bl eeding  he a vily.
"Fuck  you,  M ark ! If I' m go ing  t o die, you s hou ld di e,  als o," cri ed the restauranto wne r.

Trying to  ke ep c a l m,  Ma r ka cce pt e d h i s  fate. He prepa red himsel ff or  death.

C h apt er  63

It chy use d a y o ung boy  as a shi eld fromalone g unm an on Fost er Lane.  Pushingt he bo y  a headofhimsel f,  th e gun man op e ned  fire  on th eyouth,  ridd li ng the b oy. Dashing down the la ne, he  dodg edbullets b y r u nni ng in a z ig z ag mannerunt ilgetti ngo ff th e dr a g. 

L o ud ex plos i ons lit u p  t hea t mo sphere. Fau c e t  La ne ho ods ran fo r th eir lives as theb razen gunman f ired a  se mi- a utom at ic weapon at t hem .O n e youthwa s corneredbetweentw o  cars  and s hot
 backwards_into the_car. He then continued_to fire_until_the other_car_sped away.

He knew_he was set_up. _It had to_be the restaurant_owner_responsible._

Struggling to sit in an upright position, he got in the driver's seat and_raced_off.

Tossing the_gun_on_a vacant street, he drove_himself to the hospital.

_____

"I'm going_to die,_Mark! He's going to kill me!"

Lying on the_floor_bleeding from two_fresh bullet wounds, Mark wondered if he would survive._Waiting on the ambulance, he wished_the restaurant owner_would_quit_complaining.

"Please," he begged. "Get_an ambulance for me."

"I don't know_how y'all made him get away._I set up everything right for you_all," cried the restaurant owner, ignoring_Mark's pleas.

Mark was in no_mood to_hear about his errors. He_could feel himself_dying.

Figuring out_Roger's whereabouts, he_and friends hatched a plan to_attack the boy_on 227th Street, but abandoned the_idea._It was far_too_risky_to get_to Roger on_227th,_where many_guys_from Southside hung out. Instead, he_went_through someone that led him to the_restaurant owner, who was_being_extorted by Roger and_wanted him dead. He was_to stand out front the business_until Roger_showed up_for extortion fees and attack as soon as Clarks pulled up_in the car. Everything went according_to plan, but Roger,_somehow, shot_his_way out the_plot.

"Please,_can you_get an ambulance for me?" pled Mark,_bleeding heavily.

"Fuck_you, Mark! If I'm going to_die, you should die,_also,"_cried the restaurant owner.

Trying to keep_calm, Mark accepted his fate. He_prepared himself for death.

Chapter 63

Itchy_used_a_young boy as a shield_from a lone gunman on Foster_Lane. Pushing the_boy ahead of himself, the gunman opened_fire_on the youth, riddling the boy._Dashing_down the lane, he dodged bullets_by_running_in a zig zag manner_until getting off the drag.

Loud explosions_lit up the atmosphere. Faucet Lane hoods ran for_their lives as_the brazen gunman fired a_semi-automatic_weapon_at them. One youth was cornered between two cars and_shot