This is my first Far Cry 3 fic, and although this chapter is quite dark, it's will get lighter. Just bear with it XD– some events will be AU but the majority will tie in with the main plotline. Please do enjoy the work, review favourite and follow if you do :D

Disclaimer:

I do not own Far Cry 3 only my OC characters :3

The language in this story is very very mature, so be warned, if you're uncomfy with that sort of thing this isn't the best read for you. Welp, now that you're warned, onto the chapter :3

HOYTS POV:

So those little bastards thought that they could steal from me huh? The thought that they think that I'm stupid enough to not notice is worse than the deed itself. Trying to make a fool out of me normally ends up with the offenders limbs scattered around the nearby bases to send a message out to the rest of the unruly fuckers – but this time I think it warrants something a little more severe. Simply killing these simpletons isn't enough to soothe my smarting reputation. I can just see them all out there laughing at me, and hey, I like a good laugh as much as the next guy, but not when the joke is on me.

As I step inside the weapons cache, the overwhelming stench of piss and weed assaults me and I find myself even further disgusted by these pigs I call my soldiers. I should do away with all of these puissant pirates and just hire more privateers, true they are cheap, disposable human lives but they are hardly effective. Their best use is a meat shield for the more effective warriors, and on occasion they manage to actually hit the target their aiming at.

Rubbing my nose in exasperation, I take in the sheer emptiness of the place.

Hot blood rises throughout my body, these idiots got a fresh batch of ammunition and throwables just a month ago and already they are down to the bare bones. That means more money expended on the worthless runts that didn't even deserve the AK-47's on their backs. Money that they are stealing out of my pocket on a daily basis! Oh yes, raiding my drug cartels and not bothering to be stealthy about it either.

That of course is the real reason that I'm here. Nobody fucks with Hoyt Volker's money and gets away with it – Vaas and his men are going to pay for the humiliation that I have suffered. How I must look to the other drug lords, it pains me to think of. Just thinking about it makes my fist clench at my side, nails digging into my palm but I barely register the pain – it just makes me more hungry for retribution.

I turn my gaze to Vaas, who is standing slightly behind me. He has every reason to look as on edge as he does, he knows that he's in trouble but he doesn't know the extent of it just yet. To be honest, I haven't even decided on the punishment myself yet. Unpredictable me, hm?

Chuckling to myself, I run my hand over the rough wooden crates containing SMG ammunition or what is left of it. I peer inside for a moment or two before slamming my hand down hard against the surface making some of the weaker pirates shit in their pants with that gesture alone. Anger narrows my eyes as I fill my hand with the shells, before letting them fall back down, a soft metallic clinking sounds through the silence. I take a breath in, trying to steady my tone enough to speak professionally to the bastard, letting them know that I'm so pissed off is something I'm hoping to avoid.

"So which of you fuckers think that this is a game huh?" I ask, gaze unwaveringly fixed on Vaas before shifting to each of the men inside the cache with them. Supposedly they are in charge of some of the bases on this island, makes them more important in their eyes. Really, they are all here because of my good graces, and perhaps they would have better uses as a table or decoration for their bases.

Silence envelopes the small room, and it makes me chuckle again before removing my hand from the ammunitions box to rest on my Desert Eagle.

"You have pissed through your hands over £50,000 of weapons this month alone, so, tell me why I shouldn't have my boys waste you and mount your heads on pikes! Huh?! Who's going to loosen their tongues now?!" I growl.

"Eh sorry, sorry Hoyt. It's been a hard month hermano, my sister, she's sending more of her men to attack the bases. It ain't normally this bad this time of year." Vaas defends his men, which although admirable, only serves to make my eyebrow raise.

"I don't give a shit about your fucking family, I give a shit about my profits going down the drain!" I bellow, kicking a nearby crate to pieces, the splintered wood cracking and clattering to the ground. Admittedly it does calm me down slightly, but, someone is still going to have to pay for making me look like a fucking moron.

"I got the guys who were stealin' from the shipments, found them with over ten pounds of snow white in their shack yeah? What do you want us to do with them?" Vaas asks, although the bastard is too proud to admit it, he's trying to shift the heat from him to the guys who have been stealing from me. I can tell that's what he's doing, but, all the same, I need Vaas to run operations on this side of the island – these fuckers are disposable and therefore I can do whatever the hell I want to them without any repercussions whatsoever.

Much more useful for anger management.

"At least you're fucking useful for something Vaas. Bring them to my base tonight, we'll have a party." I smirk, a plan already forming in my head of what I could do to bring as much misery as possible to the head of the pirates, and the fuckers who were stealing from me.

"Yeah, yeah, okay Hoyt. I'll bring them there tonight." Vaas nods, running his hand through his ridiculous Mohawk. What I wouldn't give to shave the thing off.

I turn on my heel and make my way to the door, all of the pirates skittering away from me to form a path. The fact that they all so obviously fear me gives me a much needed high to lift me out of my grey mood. Things are getting better, and by tonight, I'll be back on top. There is something that I think, unfortunately, needs to be done to stop more of my sodding profits disappearing down the drain. As much as I hate to involve those types of beaurocrats, there doesn't seem to be much fucking choice here.

Raising a finger in the air, I turn to Vaas and smirk;

"Oh and we can have a chat about your expenditure of fucking ammunition."

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VAAS' POV:

That mother fucker.

Making me drag these putana's around like I'm their fucking mother. Doesn't he know that I have better things to be doing, like, one of the new batches of drugs that has just come in; some of the guys tried it earlier on and it made them fly high for hours on end. I need some of that. I do not need to be having a 'party' with Hoyt. 'Cause I'm no brain surgeon but it's not going to be any type of party I'd like to go to that's for sure. It's not like I could say no though, the bastard has me by the balls – at least these guys are taking the flak tonight.

He was seriously out for blood this afternoon, my blood, now he might have calmed down a little bit but I ain't holding out any hope for that.

Sitting in this arty as shit chair waiting for Hoyt to get his ass down from, well, wherever the fuck he is, is not something that I had planned for today. Why the fuck is he making me wait, huh? He knows I'm fucking here!

I trace the scar down the left side of my face, a reminder of when I was in a situation where I had to pay my dues to bastards like Hoyt, and now, now I'm back in the same fucking position I was years ago. Not for long though, if I have my say. The island responds to me, it's my island. Not his. I'll take it back from him one day. When the time is right. Then he'll regret treating me like he has done, I'll make sure of it.

Right now I would be on the beach, hunting for fucking sharks in the dusk. That's when it's hardest to see them, I don't have a death wish to go hunting in the middle of the fucking night – cause, that'd be crazy. Loco. This is one of my only fucking days off man and I'm spending it getting chewed out by this hijo de puta.

Ears straining, I can just pick out the sounds of footsteps coming into the living room area of Hoyt's house. Finally. If the guy is going to kick the shit out of me I would rather he do it without playing mind games about it. Like a fucking man.

"Ah there you are, thank you for coming." Hoyt croons, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture that I know is the furthest thing from welcoming.

"Is no problema boss man." I smirk, leaning forwards and putting my arms on my knees "These are the five guys that you asked me to bring."

I tilt my head to one side so that Hoyt could see the five guys stood up behind me, they're all shaking in their boots – fucking pussies. They knew what would happen if they got caught by Hoyt stealing from his personal stashes and stocks, now they have the price to pay, and hey, I'm not going to vouch for them. Bastards have made me miss my shark hunting and meth crystals. They deserve everything they're gunna get.

"Now, you should know gentlemen, that I take stealing very seriously." Hoyt states, with a mock sad tone to his voice, he's a sick fucker and Vaas knows that he's going to seriously enjoy killing these guys in whatever sick demented way that he has planned for them.

"It wasn't us Mr. Volker!" one of them pipes up, making me roll my eyes, I would kick him in the balls if Hoyt wasn't dealing with them right now for being such a woman about it.

"But there's no reason why we can't move past this, eh? Move past it? Forgive and forget?" Hoyt suggests, sitting in front of the guys, his chest pressed against the back of a chair as he sits in it backwards "In fact, here, take this, a little peace offering for you."

A click of his fingers later, I watch as ten privateers step into the room and immediately my hand rests against the thigh holster holding my machete. There is no way these guys are getting the jump on me, I'm fucking getting prepared just in case. Hoyt sends a twisted grin my way and I find myself returning it as soon as I see the bags of coke in the hands of the privateers. I have a pretty good fucking idea about what he's planning, and it's every bit as fucked up as I thought it was gunna be.

Two privateers for each guy, one grabs their arms and pins them behind their back, and I watch as the other pours a healthy amount of coke on the ground in front of them. Hoyt saunters forwards and kicks their backs until they're leaning forwards on their knees, their noses rubbing into the coke already. There's a dark gleam in Hoyt's eyes, that is most likely reflected in my own, the power that this situation is giving to him is immense. I can fucking tell.

"Now seeing as you fuckers like cocaine so much, I thought you'd like to have a little more, go on boys, dig in." Hoyt hisses, squatting down in front of the men, I get up from my seat and join him – I want to see the look in their eyes when they see that I'm not going to vouch for them, oh no, and they are going to die in a few minutes time. I don't say anything though, heaven fucking forbid that I interrupt Hoyt in the middle of a power trip.

Seeing that the men aren't going to take any coke themselves, I see Hoyt signalling to the privateers and a moment later plastic bags are stuffed into the mouths of the captives forcing them to breathe through their nose and inhale the coke. I have to admit, it's a work of brilliance, Hoyt is always so goddamn imaginative when it comes to offing people who have gone behind his back. Hoyt doesn't even pay attention as the men start twitching, retching and leaking blood onto the floor in front of him, merely standing and directing his attention back onto me. Oh shit. Not good.

"As that bit of business is done, I have something to inform you Vaas." He states, voice all calm and clear like.

"Yeah, sure Hoyt what is it you need doing?"

"There's a visitor coming to the island, I need you to make sure that your guys don't interfere with what they're doing. You need to actually make sure that they do their jobs, which means no killing, no giving them drugs and if you could keep them in one piece that'd be great." He smirks, crossing his arms around his chest.

"Yeah no problemo hermano." I grin, holding my hands up in the air in a gesture of surrender. It's not my fault that everyone Hoyt brings onto this fucking island can't handle it, and runs back home to their mama after a few days, hours even.

"While they are on your side of the island they are going to be under your protection, so make sure that you don't fuck up. Or it'll be your head."

"So, what the fuck are they here for anyway?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me, and perhaps the remainder of the joint I smoked before I left, who knows?

"They're here to make sure that you don't lose me any more of my sodding money Vaas!" Hoyt bellows "They're here to find out just how much you really need and how much you're bullshitting me, and to keep an eye on my fucking shipments so your little rats don't start stealing again. Comprende?!"

"Si si, alright alright."

I really don't fucking like the sound of that, some white mother fucker coming in and sticking their nose into my island? Into my business? And I can't ice them when they're done, or if they're being a pain in the ass? No no no, please. That is not going to be happening. Hoyt will change his mind, he'll stop them from coming when he sees how loco the idea is. Right now though, I need to calm, I need to chill. I'm not going to end up like those sad sods on the ground next to me, no.

"Now that it what I like to hear," Hoyt smirks, wrapping one arm around my shoulders which makes my stomach clench uncomfortably "They'll be here next week so, make sure you keep your diary open. Enough of business for one night, how about we crack open one of those new shipments hm? In celebration?"

Now, that is what I like to hear.

That's chapter one done, I hope that you enjoyed it. My OC will be coming in on the next chapter which will be coming up soon. Review and favourite if you liked! :3