A/N: Well, I guessed you guys deserved another chapter after the waiting so…yeah, here's the next chapter. Boy, running two stories is hard.
Disclaimer: I do not own GTA or anything to do with it (I wish I did!) However, I do own this fic.
Claude took the last bite of his Caesar wrap, and tossed the wrapper in the bin. After gulping down his Sprunk, he headed out of the store, quietly humming the "Old Spice" theme. Although he was mute, he could still hum, which was quite odd to many people.
He drove his Banshee over to Toni's, to check if he was there, and the Capo sure was there. He waved for Claude to come, giving him a case of money in the process.
"Don Salvatore has called a meeting. I need you to collect the Limo and his boy, Joey, from the garage. Then get Luigi from his club, come back here and pick me up, then we'll all drive over to the boss's place together." Toni said.
So that's where he was, Claude thought as he stood up.
"And oh-those Triads, they don't know when to stop. They want a war. They got a war. Now get going." Toni said.
Claude walked out onto the pavement, and he detoured his Banshee into his garage at his safe house, before jacking a van and driving over to Joey's Garage.
"How you doing?" asked Joey, grinning and dressed in his best suit, looking uncomfortable with the tie.
They moved over to a private garage door, and Joey opened it, revealing a sleek black Stretch limousine.
"Not bad, eh? Get in; you drive us to Luigi's." Joey said.
Claude carefully reversed out of the garage, and onto the street. Then with the most caution that he had ever used, he drove over to Luigi's Sex Club. Luigi and his assistant, Mickey were dressed in what looked like brand-new black Mafia suits. They got inside, and Luigi greeted Claude:
"How are you doing, kid?"
Claude gave a thumbs-up and drove over to Toni's restaurant, where he was waiting.
"Remember kid, now fancy crap." Toni warned as he got inside.
"Watch yourself, Antonio." Mrs Cipriani called.
Joey and Luigi chuckled to themselves: Toni hated being called that, his proper name.
But they didn't have much time to laugh about it. All of a sudden, two Triad vans appeared from the south of the restaurant, with a Triad peeking out with a pistol, shooting, realising this was a golden opportunity to take out the Leone Mafia's Capo, main driver and hitman, and two bosses. Claude cursed silently as he set off, with the vans in hot pursuit. Joey and Toni had both taken out Uzis form the glove department, and started taking pegshots at the chasing Triad Belly-Up vans. And they were horrible aimers as well, but they did barely enough to keep the vans cautious.
Finally, when a van drew close, Toni fired and flukily blew off the head of the Triad shooter with his bullets.
"Bleed mothers!" he shouted.
Claude smirked at what his mother would say at that crack, and continued forwards. He spotted the hill leading up to Salvatore's place up ahead, and knew that the slope would be the toughest thing to get through.
He took a detour instead, and turned to the right, along a flatter road, banging the Triad van into a few walls in the process. But the Triads had also formed a barricade leading to Salvatore's club as well, and Claude would need considerable luck to bust through it.
"Come on, kid, bust through the block. We can explain to the Don why we wrecked his limo and I can fix it in a flash." Joey said, ducking back inside to reload his Uzi.
Claude steadied the limo, and sped towards the block, crashing through the Triad line. The Triads, seeing that now they had missed their chance, had no choice but to retreat.
"We did it!" grinned Joey, placing the Uzi back in the glove department as Claude parked the limo into the garage.
"You did good back there, kid, real good. Come on; let's introduce you to the Don." Toni said as they walked up the stairs to Salvatore's Gentleman's Club.
After all the greetings, Salvatore Leone, the ageing Mafia Don, finally had Claude alone.
"I see nothing but good things for you, my boy…" Salvatore said.
"Anyway, I got a job for you, if you do fine, you might just get some work. Here, let's settle down here first and I'll tell you my little job."
Claude followed Salvatore over to where a couch and table were place, and Salvatore began.
"Me and the fellas need to talk business, so you're gonna look after my girl for the evening…HEY, MARIA, MOVE YOUR BUTT!" Salvatore yelled angrily.
"Dumb broad does this every time." Salvatore muttered as an Italian-looking woman with dark brown eyes appeared.
"And here she is the one and only Queen of Sheba! What were you doing up there, whatever it was, I bet it cost me money." Salvatore demanded.
"Well, you don't think I hang around for the conversation, do you?" she asked.
"Get in the car, and keep your big mouth shut! Take the limo but bring it back in one piece, you hear me? And watch her; she can be trouble." Salvatore warned Claude.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm sure your new lap dog has everything covered, and isn't he big and strong?" asked Maria sarcastically.
"Hey Fido lets go visit Chico and get some party treats! He's at the rail station at the Chinatown waterfront I think." Maria said.
Claude angrily walked her out to the recently-used limo, not very happy at being called "Fido". What did she think he was, some sort of dog? He waited for her to get in, and set off to the waterfront, eventually skidding to a halt next to Maria's regular drug dealer.
"Her Maria! It's my favourite lady! You looking for some fun? A little…hmm? Some SPANK?" Chico asked, offering her some drugs.
"Hi, Chico. Nah, just the usual." Maria replied, shaking her head.
"Here you go lady." Chico said, handing her some drugs.
"Hey, maybe you should check out the warehouse party at the east end of Atlantic Quays." Chico added as Maria headed for the limo.
"Thanks, Chico. See you around."
"Gracias and enjoy, that's good stuff." Chico waved to Maria.
"Come on, Fido, let's go and check out this party!" Maria told Claude as she climbed back inside.
Shaking his head to himself, Fido drove over to the Atlantic Quays, and eventually pulled up to a warehouse with loud music blazing form the inside.
"All right, Fido, you wait here and look after the car while I go and shake my butt, all right?" asked Maria.
Claude shrugged as she got out of the car, and ran inside.
Claude waited for about half an hour, but then, he heard something in the distance. And they were getting closer. Sirens, he thought. Shit. The cops, maybe, to try and bust up the party? He spun the limo in the direction for a quick escape.
And sure his prediction was right. A couple of SWAT Enforcer vans and three police cars appeared, and the cops came out and began shooting at the warehouse entrance. Mafia men began to come out with AK-47s and began shooting, and Maria rushed out, and dived into the limo.
"Get going!" she squealed.
Claude needed no obligation: he sped off around the police convoy, and he burnt rubber all the way back to Salvatore's Club.
As they made their way up the steps of the large house, Maria suddenly stopped.
"You know, I enjoyed myself for the first time in a long while, and you treated me really good. With respect and everything. Oh, I'd better go. I'll see you around, I hope." Maria said, and she headed up the stairs.
Salvatore was very pleased with Claude's work.
"Hey, well done, boy. You look tired; get some sleep in one of my rooms." Salvatore said.
Claude gladly accepted his offer.