A/N: Don't be discouraged by this chapter! I promise the rest is better!

Chapter 1: Revelations

Leonardo Marcus Washington looked at his mother as she told his big brother, (Cousin, actually. When his parents were killed, he moved in with Leon and his mother) Tyrell (or 8-ball as he preferred to be called) to leave the room to give them some privacy. When 8-ball left, Leon was alone with his mom, who was in bed due to a serious illness. Leon could not pronounce the name of it, but they could not afford the medication for it. Not even their insurance would cover it. 8-ball had money, but he spent it all gambling. His nation wide bomb shop was out of business.

"Leonardo, I got something to tell you,"

Leon replied in his voice which closely that of resembled Bruce Willis's, "I know mom. I'm the black sheep. You were raped by some Italian scumbag. My father. You already told me I was a bastard. Do we have to talk about it anymore?"

"Don't talk like that. Even though the family has treated you different don't mean a thing."

Leon was angered. It meant everything. It, along with the trouble he was getting in due to his temper, drove him away from Liberty when he was eighteen. Now he was twenty-six He had moved to San Fierro. Leon was on his way to publish a noir novel, while he had a part time job as a cab driver. Then he got the call saying his mother was ill. He drove all the way to Liberty.

"It means everything!" Leon let out in a blood chilling roar.

"Dammit! Why can't you just talk! It's always the extreme with you! Either you're too relaxed or too angry! Is there a happy medium with you? You just hold in all you anger until you snap! That's not healthy-"

She let out at least twenty coughs. When she was finished Leon reminded her what they were talking about.

"That's right. Do you know who your father is?"

"No, should I care?" he stretched out, his skinny arms cracking, he sat back down quietly in the chair next to his mom's bed.

"Salvatore Leone,"

"Mom, I live in San Fierro. Who the fuck is that?" Leon asked massaging his temples.

"One of Tyrell's bosses. Don of the Leone family. He treated him good cause he felt bad about the rape. Now he's dead,"

"8-ball is your REAL son. I'm the bastard child and Tyrell gets all the good treatment?"

His mother was now in tears, "Sal didn't know that. Go talk to your brother. He can send you to one of the guys. Joey is the new Don. He'll give you the money to help us,"

"Okay, one: I'm not getting involved with the mob! Two: I don't think they give a shit about another jungle bunny. Three: Send Tyrell to do it!"

"Joey knows he's not his brother. He saw pictures of you in Tyrell's wallet. You resemble him. He wanted to see you,"

"Is that why you called me? To use me? You never cared about me! I'm the only strait one in this family, making an honest living!"

"What happened to you? You used to be a momma's boy. You know you're my favorite son, even though I was raped! You're the only one with ANY potential!"

I'm your only son. I was for thirteen years. That's when 8-ball moved in to make you proud. Well…. I guess he's still my brother. What his mom was saying was true. She had called him everyday.

"Okay. I'll talk to Tyrell."

Now in the backyard, Leon was speaking to 8-ball.

"I know this guy he connected. His names Luigi. He was close to Sal. Tell him you're his son. He'll believe you. Sal always talked about having a black son that was my little brother. He made sure I was untouchable,"

"Give me a gun,"

8-ball took one of Leon's skinny arms in one of his disfigured hands and twisted it. Leon pulled his arm away and punched his brother in the stomach. 8-ball through a punch into Leon's gut. He felt muscular abs. Leon did not budge. He was proving 8-ball's point.

"You're small and skinny. But you're still strong and muscular. You don't need a heater,"

"That doesn't count. Your hands are more fucked up than- shit- they aren't even hands. Their flippers,"