Hello everyone I've been reading a lot of fanfics lately and some that have really inspired me is Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera's GTA: The Ballad of a Cholo and Big Zanes Tales of the Troubleshooter so I decided to make my own story based off my own characters and throw them into the GTA Universe and based the real places in California and real things.
This is also my first fanfic so give me a lot of feedback on how you like it because I mostly specialize in writing fictions so let me know how this goes.
I do not own Grand Theft Auto or any of their characters and am not affiliated with Rockstar or Rockstar North. The only thing I own is the title and the OC's.
Chapter 1: The Roman Brothers
May 13, 2015
Senora Desert
"No?" thought an African American man that stood about 6'2 with short black hair, wearing a bullet proof vest over his short sleeved white button up shirt, black jeans and dress shoes that had been stained by blood, and the letters RF tattooed on his left forearm while Fam was tattooed on his right arm as he sank down to his knees while dropping his Assault Rifle and looked at the sight before him.
Past the swirling sand that covered everything on this windy night he eyed a fallen African-Samoan man lying on the desert floor with a combat knife in his right hand and an MP7 Submachine Gun in his left. On his chest was the fallen body of a fallen El Salvadorian man with blood leaking from his back and a Machete in his right hand while his left hand lay yards away from his body covered in sand.
"KILL THE FUCKS NOW." yelled a bald muscular African American that stood about 6'3 with piercing brown eyes, and wearing a bullet proof vest over his bare chest, white jeans that had been stained in blood, and black shoes, with the letters RF tattooed on his left arm while CGF was tattooed on his right while he carried a Shotgun in his hands and aimed it at a group yellow, black, blue, teal, and white wearing Mexican, Central and South American men who raised their guns at him and the group of green and purple wearing men ranging from African Americans, to Pacific Islanders, and Asians who raised their guns at them.
"How did it all come to this?" asked the African American man in the suit as the two sides started to open fire on one another, and a series of gunshots, screams, shouts, grunts, thuds, and explosions filled his ears.
November 12, 2013
Rockford Hills
The sun was rising on this new day in Los Santos as Martin Roman opened his eyes and noticed the sun shining through his window before rising from his bed and making his way towards his bathroom. He was a rather average looking family man. He stood about six-three with his black hair cut low and his facial hair trimmed to give others around him the vibe that he's business man and not the average gang banger that plagues Los Santos.
In a past life he was though. As he stepped in front of the mirror in his bathroom he quickly eyed the AK-47 Assault Rifle tattooed on the right side of his chest with CGF tattooed under it, Chamberlin Hills tattoo over his stomach, and the word Families tattooed on his upper right arm with a bandana hanging off the F.
With every time he looks at these brands of identity his mind instantly returns to his days running with the Chamberlain Gangster Families. Those days mostly consisted of home invasions, robbing drug dealers, and blasting Ball Sacks and Ese's. Those days were long behind him after serving ten year on his second stint at Boilingbrook Penitentiary where he decided to change his life after he got out. And now four years later his life seemed to be on the right path as he stepped out of the shower and dressed himself in a long sleeved white button up shirt under a gray jacket, with gray slacks, and black shoes before stepping out of his bathroom and making his way downstairs and coming face to face with his wife.
"Good morning." he said as he wrapped his arms around his wife Tamika who smiled at him. She was a rather thick woman of African Descent with piercing brown eyes, caramel colored skin, long black hair that showed off her Native American heritage, and wearing a black sports bra with pink sweat pants that showed off her shapely behind.
"Good morning to you." she replied with a smile while holding her husbands hands.
"How did I marry such a lovely woman?" Martin asked earning a chuckle from Tamika who turned to face him while wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You gave me a drug that made me fall in love with you and when I saw reason to leave you got me pregnant." she replied earning a chuckle from Martin.
"Sounds about right." he said before the duo shared a quick kiss before they heard a loud EWWW and turned their heads and noticed their four year old daughter Jasmine.
"Looks who talking coming here you." said Martin as he chased after his daughter who laughed the entire time before she was caught in Martin's arms.
"Are you gonna be a good girl at school today?" he asked earning a nod from the girl.
"Always." she said while Martin swung her in his arms.
"Are you gonna be good at work?" she asked.
"You know it baby-girl." he replied before looking at the clock and noticing that he was almost late for work causing him to quickly set his daughter down.
"Sorry baby but I gotta go." he said before giving his daughter a kiss on the forehead then moving to his wife.
"Don't you want to eat breakfast?" she asked earning a shake of the head from Martin.
"I'll get something on the way, I'm running late." he said before the duo shared a quick kiss and a chuckle.
"I love you." Tamika said earning a repeat from Martin before he walked out of his home and noticed his white Tailgater parked in front of his garage before climbing in the drivers seat and driving away from his home while waving at his neighbors who smiled at him even though he knew they secretly asked how could he afford to live in their neighborhood.
As he drove through the streets of Los Santos he noticed the obvious change in scenery from high priced homes and wealthy families to the impoverished ghettos hidden behind the glamor as he turned his radio to Radio Los Santos where a new bulletin was going on.
"Gang Wars are raging all across Los Santos as a gun battle in the town of Davis, that went all the way into Forum Drive in Strawberry was waged between the African American Street Gangs the Ballas and Families. Twelve people were killed while another twenty were injured as the gangsters did battle with Assault Rifles and Grenades and turned the suburbs into a warzone-." the news report continued earning a roll of the eyes from Martin.
"It's all the same." he muttered under his breath already knowing first hand how brutal and bloody the gang war between the Families and Ballas were and how much hate both sides had for each other. Another gang war was inevitable to him and he often wondered how the two sides were able to form a truce with one another. Even though the truce was broken by two Family members from Chamberlain Hills he wasn't too surprised just shocked that it wasn't broken by his own brother.
"In other news LSPD made a major bust today in LS targeting the The Mexican-American Street Gang the Vagos and the Salvadorian Gang The Mara Bunta Grande. Who have been working together and are capitalizing on the drug trade in Los Santos and Blaine County-." the report continued earning a chuckle from Martin.
"While the homies are blasting on one another the Wetbacks are taking over. Things have changed a lot since the nineties." said Martin as he looked out his window and noticed the numerous Mexican stores and signs in Spanish that were spread across the area.
"And in more gang news Davis and Strawberry aren't the only places racked by gang violence. East Beach was also racked with another shooting as Asian and Samoan Gangs are fight a brutal tit-for-tat gang war against Mexican Gangs. Who have the two sides outnumbered and out gunned but fighting back despite it all-." said the reporter as Martin finally arrived at a large building by the pier with five trucks parked in the front.
Most gang members who leave prison can't really make a living for themselves but Martin was the exception. He was now the owner of Roman Trucking, a Trucking Company based just a few blocks away from his old stomping ground of Chamberlain Hills. After parking his car he quickly made his way inside of the building where he received greeting from a number of muscular tattooed men.
Some would probably call what he's doing dumb pipe dream, but one of the things Martin strived to do was a give reformed prisoners a descent paying job. The dream wasn't much but he was paying higher then most businesses in Los Santos as he walked past a number of his workers who were putting a series of boxes in the back of the trucks.
He was proud because this place of business is one of the few places you could see Balla and Family gang members working together. They knew what he was trying to do and were happy that he was trying to help them and bridge the gap between the two gangs. So his place of business seemed to be the only place where the two rival gangs can meet without fights starting and shots being fired as neither side wanted to mess up a good thing for both of them.
"Another day another dollar." Martin said as he entered his office and quickly walked into his office and took a seat behind his desk while looking down at his papers before him.
Strawberry
It was well past noon in the town of Strawberry and the sound of Gunshots quickly rattled a small neighborhood as a black van speed down the streets while people wearing Purple ran for their lives away from the van.
"Blast all those Ballsacks." yelled Marrick Roman from his position in the driver seat as he fired his Micro SMG out the window while three other Families members fired out the side door of the van.
"Fucking Lobsters." yelled B-Rock. He was a rather tall Belizean man with short black hair, black eyes, dark skin, and wearing a white jacket over a green t-shirt with black jeans and the letters CGF tattooed on his right arm as he fired an AK-47 Assault Rifle out the door.
"Drop all them bitches." yelled Bones from his position of leaning out the passenger window with a Micro SMG in his hands. He was a rather skinny African American man with short dread locks, light skin, and wearing a green shirt and blue jeans pants with the letters BK tattooed on the right side of his neck.
"Let's go." yelled Marrick as he started to drive away from the Ballas territory with a smile on his face before the group arrived back in Chamberlain Hills and parked their car in front of a small house across from an apartment complex.
"Bones get rid of the van." said Marrick as he climbed out of the front seat with B-Rock following close behind.
"You got it Big Homie." said Bones as he climbed into the front seat before driving away with the van while Marrick and B-Rock stood chuckling.
"Man I love this shit." said Marrick as he and B-Rock started to make their way inside of the house where they noticed a dirty living room with pizza boxes, Chinese take out, empty beer cans, and Bleeder Burger wrappers lining the floor.
"Man you know Gerald, Stanley and them other nigga's gone trip." B-Rock stated earning a chuckle from Marrick as he took a seat on his couch before grabbing his bong.
"Man fuck Gerald, fuck Stanley, fuck all them dudes that want to just sit back and sell dime bags, while the Ballsacks blast on us. Fuck all them if they got a problem they know where to fine me." said Marrick as he took a hit of the bong before blowing smoke from his nose and laying back on his couch for a few hours.
East Beach
The sun was beginning to set over the city of East Beach as a black Buccaneer parked itself outside of a gated apartment complex before Marcus Roman stepped out of the car. He wasn't much to look at being only twenty five and standing only five foot two, with short black hair, no facial hair, brown eyes, and wearing a red USSA shirt, black pants, black and white shoes, and a black backpack.
As he climbed the stairs and quickly approached his apartment door he braced himself already knowing what he was going to see as he opened the door to his apartment revealing a living room with only one couch, a lazy-boy chair, a coffee table, and a box TV.
After closing his door he quickly removed his shirt and revealed the dragon tattoo that covered his upper right arm and the phrase tattooed on his back that basically summed up his entire life, "Nobody Praying For Me."
Even though he had two older brothers there has never once been anyone praying for him since his mother died when he was eight to this point now. He and his older brother Martin was close after he got of jail but since the youngest Roman returned home from fighting overseas the two have been different. While he and Marrick have never been close, in fact Marrick was his tormentor along with the Families both of whom Mark held a strong resentment for.
As he entered his bedroom he quickly kneeled down to his bed and pulled out a black trunk before opening it and revealing a Ruger 556 Assault Rifle, MP7 Submachine Gun, two M9 Beretta's, three hand Grenades, a Kevlar Vest, and a Combat Knife in a brown sheath.
As Mark marveled at his weapons he quickly tucked one of his Beretta's into his waistband before making his way to the door and opening it revealing three men on the other side.
"Glad you guys could make it." said Mark as he smiled at the group before slapping hands with Lee. Lee is a second generation Chinese American man that stood only four inches taller then Mark with short black hair, black eyes, and wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black shoes.
"Nothing interesting at home dog." said Mercy as Mark slapped hands with the muscular African-Mexican man that stood six foot one with long black hair that went to back of his neck, brown eyes, and a wearing a black shirt, black pants, and white shoes.
"Really, besides we gotta be here for this." said Trip as Mark slapped hands with the toned African-Irish man that stood six feet with short auburn hair that he had hidden under a black, brown eyes, and wearing a sleeveless white shirt, black pants, and whites shoes.
"You're people on their way?" asked Mark earning a nod from Lee before the group heard the sound of a car engine and watched as a silver Emperor parked beside Mark's Buccaneer.
"Looks like they're here." said Mark as he led his group into his apartment while watching as two Cambodian men walked into his house.
"Vick how you been?" asked Mark as he eyed a Cambodian man that stood about five foot seven with a shaved head, light brown skin, brown eyes, with the letters AGB tattooed on his neck for Asian Gangster Ballas tattooed and wearing a purple jacket over a white t-shirt, blue jean pants, and black shoes.
"Good you got the stuff?" he asked earning a nod from Mark.
"Yeah you got the paper?" Mark asked while watching as the other Cambodian man who stood about five foot nine with shaved black hair, and wearing a black wife beater revealing the tattoos that covered his arms, black pants, and white shoes.
As he stepped to Mark he opened a black backpack that was filled with hundred of money while Mark watched Mercy drop three keys of Cocaine on Mark's table.
"Sample." said Mark as he used his knife to cut the bag before handing it to Vick's who took a sniff.
"Alright we good." he said while the other man dropped the bag of money on the table before moving to the drugs.
"Same week after next." said Vick earning a nod from Mark.
"Yeah we hitting another spot and I'll let you know what we get." said Mark.
"Let me know before you sell to the Samoan's and Tongans." said Vick's earning a nod from Mark.
"Can do." said Mark as Vick's and his men went to walk out the door before Mark stopped him with a question.
"Yo Vick's what do you know about what happened to Little T?" Mark asked.
"He was shot yesterday by the Beaners." Vick replied.
"You know which set?" asked Mark.
"You planning on doing a little retaliation for um?" he asked earning silence from Mark.
"East End Vagos they did a drive-by at the park. Killed him and a few of my guys." said Vick earning a nod from Mark.
"They shotcaller Sharky right?" asked Mark earning a nod from Vick
"Alright looks like I'm going to the East End tonight." said Mark as he smiled at Lee, Mercy, and Trip who remained silent.
"Alright you hit them on the East End, we'll hit them on the other side." said Vick's earning a nod from Mark.
"Let me know how that goes." said Mark as Vick and his guy walked out of Mark's apartment and closed the door behind them.
"We really hitting the East End?" asked Lee.
"No I'm hitting the East End you guys can go back on Campus." said Mark.
"I know you was a Marine Marcus but you gotta think about this. The East End is a Vago's stronghold and they gonna see a short Samoan walking into their hood." said Mercy.
"Doesn't matter I know a way to get inside and get out fast." said Mark.
"Come on let us back you up." said Lee.
"You guys chose not to join gangs so you have to dodge bullets don't start now." said Mark as he entered his room and moved to his trunk.
"We didn't join gangs because neither the Ballas or Families out here would let half blacks in." said Mercy.
"And a lot of the gangs out here are Cambodians and Vietnamese and they have been butting heading with the Chinese for a while and that throws me out to." said Lee even though Mark knew he was in the same boat as them. Even though his brothers were apart of CGF he had a resentment for the Families after his brother Marrick and the other members beat him up in his youth. Lucky and unfortunate from him a lot of the gangs in East Beach fell under the Ballas banner, but because his brothers were known Family members they target him with the hopes of hurting them without knowing it wouldn't do much good.
Also because of his Samoan heritage he wasn't able to join the African American gang but maintain a close friendship with the Samoan, Tongan, and Asian Gangs that wore the Ballas purple even though he had no interest in joining either gang.
"Look brother if you're gonna do this go ahead, just be careful." said Trip earning a nod from Mark as he started to throw on his bulletproof vest while strapping his weapons to his body.
Two Hours Later
The drive to the East End wasn't long for Mark after he stole a Black Buffalo to be used as his getaway car and parking it at the end of the block before stepping out of it and pulling the hood of his black jacket over his head then moving through the small neighborhood while trying to give off the vibe of a drug addict but he was quickly approached by a Mexican American man with a shaved head, shaven face, and wearing a sleeveless yellow shirt, black pants, and white shoes.
"Hola Amigo, who the fuck are you?" he asked in a loud voice as Mark scratched his arm while eyeing the man with a creepy smile.
"I'm looking for Sharky he's got the good shit." he said while scratching his neck in the process earning a confused squint from the man.
"Give me your denoro and I'll give it to him and bring your shit back." he said.
"Nope only Sharky I got jacked by the Aztecas last time." said Mark as the man eyed him angrily.
"You think I want won't jack you Puto?" the man asked while flashing the handle of his gun at the youngest Roman who looked around and noticed that nobody was in sight.
"Now give me your-." the man started before Mark drew his knife and stabbed the man in the neck instantly silencing him as he fell to his knees and started to choke on his own blood.
"Should have let me pass." said Mark as he grabbed the bleeding man and threw him beside a car before continuing down the street.
"Looks like I gotta go in guns blazing." Mark thought as he noticed a house at the far end of the street that seemed to the setting a small party as he noticed seven Hispanic men sitting in a garage talking amongst each other, drinking, smoking, and cracking jokes that the youngest Roman couldn't understand because they were in Spanish but amongst those men was the man he was looking for.
"You fucked with the wrong guy." he muttered under his breath while taking up a position on the side of a house before drawing one of his Grenades, pulling the pin, then counting three seconds, before tossing the Grenade and hitting one of the Hispanic men in the back of the head.
"Que-." the man started before he turned around and noticed the Grenade but he didn't have time to say anything else before the Grenade went up in fiery explosion that the men trapped in the garage flying and their limbs as well while Mark crouched down beside the house as he noticed Eight Vagos rushing out of their homes and towards the garage where they noticed the mutilated bodies of the men inside.
"Wrong choice." said Mark as he cocked his Ruger Assault Rifle before firing on the eight Vagos while they weren't looking hitting three men in the back of the head and instantly killing them while the other men were shot numerously in their backs, arms, legs, and neck before they crumbled to the ground in a heap.
"Chavala." was all Mark could hear before he was shot in the back and forced forward but thankfully for his vest he wasn't hit as he turned around and noticed nine Vagos approaching him with guns.
"Come at Bar-Ho's." yelled Mark as he opened fire on the men with his Assault Rifle easily striking one man in the chest four times painting his white shirt red, then hitting another in the neck as a few bullets whizzed over his head.
"Amateurs, they're too far out of range and are just wasting bullets." said Mark as he licked his lips while striking one man in the neck and another three times in the knee before causing him to hit the ground before being shot in the chest.
"That the best you got?" yelled Mark as he shot another man in the head blowing the yellow bandanna off his head in the process before he had to reload his Rifle.
"Hey Puto." came the voice of a female as Mark looked to his left and noticed a Mexican girl with long black hair with gold streaks and wearing a yellow shirt that stopped just under her breast revealing her toned stomach, baggy black pants, and black and yellow shoes. As Mark tried to move the woman had already fired her gun striking him three times in the front of his vest causing Mark to stumble back before grabbing the woman's right hand and forcing her to point the gun at the ground while she came face to face with Mark.
"Hey beautiful." said Mark as he angrily forced his lips against the Hispanics girls mouth to her surprise and anger and she tried to force him away.
"The fuck is this?" came the angry voice of a Mexican man as he and three other took in the sight before them as Mark drew his two M9 Beretta's and spun around before shooting down the three men in hail of bullets while the girl screamed at the top of her lungs as the loud bang of the gunshots pierced her ears before she turned her head and noticed her the four bodies of the men before her.
"I suggest you run." said Mark as he pushed the girl and caused her to trip and fall onto the bodies of the four men while Mark jumped over and ran from his cover beside the house and shotdown a Vago with a Shotgun in his hands.
"I gotta move before they overrun me." said Mark as he noticed that the path to his Buffalo was being blocked by twelve other Vagos who were quickly approaching him.
"Move!" yelled Mark as he fired his two Beretta's and struck one man in the neck and another in the three times in the chest as he tried to use his bullets wisely but five rounds caused Mark to duck for cover as he noticed two men each wielding M16 Assault Rifles firing at him.
"Damn." said Mark as he blindly fired from grazing one of the men's shoulders but not stopping his charge as Mark quickly ran from his cover with his head low to the ground in order to avoid being shot while firing his Pistols before they ran out of ammo.
"Vamonos." yelled one man as the ground started to run after Mark as he ran into the backyard of a house.
"Got you now Puto." said one of the men carrying an M16 as he pointed his Rifle at Mark but what he failed to notice was the live Grenade resting beside him before it exploded killing the two gunmen and three others while Mark hoped the fence into the backyard of the next house and continued for three more houses while firing his MP7 at any Vago that got in his way before he hopped the final fence and noticed that his Buffalo was across the street.
"There he is?" yelled a Vago as the group started to shoot at Mark striking him once in the chest and again the side before he dove behind the car and slid into the passenger seat before starting it up while the windows were destroyed by the hail of bullets.
"Fuck you." yelled Mark as he pulled the pin of his final Grenade before tossing it out the window where a few Vagos members scrambled away as the weapon exploded and took one man's leg and striking three more in the chest with shrapnel while Mark drove away from the neighborhood.
Authors Note: And here we are the first chapter of my first fanfic and I hoped you all like it. Let me know how you feel about it. Please stick around for the next chapter where Martin and Marrick have some time together and Marcus has some fun with Franklin and Lamar.