A/N: Hey everybody! This is my new story! I'll be updating this constantly once I finish my Outsiders story, so expect this story to be updated a lot during Summer Break! I wanted to give you a little piece of the story, and some of Sylvester's character traits throughout the beginning of the story. Please be sure to review and leave your thoughts!

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Sylvester Crimm looked over at his luxurious clubhouse, the Crimm Clubhouse. Music was blasting and people were having a good time. Sylvester was the leader of the Crimm Crime Family, or just Crimm Family. It was a German crime family in Vice City. The very tall lanky twenty-five-year-old gave a cheeky grin and poured himself some wine in his cup. He had long brown wavy hair combed to the side, and he was wearing a black t-shirt in white bold letters that said ''CRIMM'' and a black and white skull above it, which was the logo, and some black shorts with white lines on the side along with black and white sneakers. He took a sip when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs to Sylvester. He turned over to see his capo, it was Wolfgang Weber, the paranoid wreck.

''Wolfie! How are you doing?'' Sylvester gave a smirk and greeted Wolfgang.

''Stop calling me that!'' Wolfgang complained.

''Sorry, Nervous Wolfie. What do you need?''

Wolfgang gave a nervous look and walked over in front of Sylvester's comfy lounge chair. ''What do I need? I'm not the leader of this! You are! We got a problem, some of our boys are having a war with the Chandler Family. They're saying they own fucking Vice Beach!'' Wolfgang pointed at Sylvester and Sylvester mockingly raised his hands as if he were getting arrested. ''That's YOUR problem!''

Sylvester gave a grim look to Wolfgang, and Wolfgang's eyes went round. ''You're the captain, aren't you?'' He nodded. ''Then it's YOUR problem too. Let's go,''

Sylvester headed down the stairs and pulled out his Lifeinvader phone, it had been on hold after the assassination of Jay Norris in 2013, but finally after many years of paranoia, malware trouble, hacking, the phone was finally released and was a huge hit. Sylvester checked the time, it was 19:00 P.M. He put his phone back in his black shorts. ''Pulling shit in the night, Jesus. Who does that?'' Sylvester said as he went inside his car.

His car was a matte black PMP 600 with a white window trim. He got inside the nice car with red seats and turned it on. Vice City Jazz came on, his favorite station and Wolfgang got in the passenger's. ''So, what have those French fucks been doing, huh?'' Sylvester inquired as Wolfgang set the GPS to where the battle was taking place.

''They're saying they share some piece of Vice City Beach. Our soldiers had a little skirmish… and they had a war. Seriously boss, I ain't too sure if this is going to end well… You know we always had some problems with the Chandler Family… and we own a lot of Vice City Downtown, too…. and you know lately…'' Wolfgang paused his rambling.

''Spit it out,'' Sylvester said.

''Lately… you…''

''I've been what?'' Sylvester narrowed his eyes and looked at Wolfgang.

He was rubbing his hands on his legs when he finally shared his thoughts. ''You've been overconfident. You're just so cocky, it hurts.''

''Me? Arrogant? Whatever you say,''

''It's true! We've been having a lot of problems lately and you haven't done jack-shit!'' Wolfgang exclaimed.

''Oh you shut the hell up. The Crimm Family is doing just fine,''

''No it's not! Jesus man, some of our funding warehouse was burnt down a week ago! You remember that, don't you?''

''So we have other funding warehouses.'' The laid-back leader said.

''You need someone to convince you… because neither your chief advisor, Adler, or me can convince you.''

''Oh fuck you. I don't see you doing jack-shit either? Why don't you do something about it? Huh? Well you don't, because you're too fucking scared? Yeah, I knew it. Your paranoia is killing us all, Wolfgang! Hell, Adler would agree! Even, Lukah finds you annoying! You got some problems when the most powerful crime family, the Colombo Family hates you, you jackass!'' Sylvester snapped, gripping his wheel.

The Colombo Family was the most powerful crime family in Vice City, it owned Starfish Island, and a lot of Vice Point. There were six families, called the Criminal Syndicate, or CS. The Colombo Family, an Italian mafia family. Next up was the Buckley Family, a drunken Irish mafia, yet powerful. Third was the Pavlov Family, a Russian Family that mostly had taken over docks, where illegal immigrants came. Fourth in place was the Wright Family, a Jamaican mafia. Despite them being one of the last, they were the most powerful in drug-dealing, their territory was around Little Havana. Fifth was the Cruz Family, a Mexican Mafia who hung around Little Haiti, and finally was the Kalani Family, a Hawaiian mafia family. They were good friends with the Crimm Family, as they shared a lot of land in Vice City Beach, near that part of the city, filled with rich houses and nice beach houses and condos.

Sylvester jumped to the present, remembering their conversation. ''Fuck you, Syl. You're like an abusive pet owner. You don't give a shit about your pet, but once they come back and bite you in the ass, you suddenly act all caring.''

Sylvester clenched his fists and slammed his fists on the wheel. ''Do you have a death wish?'' Sylvester snapped.

''No-sir…''

''Good,'' Sylvester sighed. He started hearing gunfire. He pulled up to a parking spot near a community center.

''We're here. Get ready,''