A/n: It's been a long time hasn't it? It felt like in January I was rolling but since February hit I've been stuck in tar but in all honesty I've been trying to get a guitar and amp and it's hard work for the people who aren't buying it. You got to keep hounding your parents/purchaser/buyer/gifter and make sure they get the cash flow and, with the economy, bills and other adult things I have yet to face, try to preserve money for entertainment (such as guitar and amp). And lately I've been feeling a bit of a insomniac due to my excitement about the guitar and amp I'm going to get because I'm persistent but I know you don't want to hear about my life; you want to read the story! (I know I would) So enough of my yapping and here's a fresh one out of the oven captin'

Chapter 8-If three's a crowd then three and a half is just stretching it…

"Niko, my man, you didn't completely finish the job."

The accuracy of the job depends on the pay.

"Your still around my sister, aren't cha?!"

You call that pay.

"How about I pay you with a foot up your…"

"Hey, Dick."

"Karen you're fat."

"I love you too, Dick." He made sure Karen left the room before speaking to the person on the phone.

"Your pay is in the garage where you'll find the blackmailer you should of finished off the last time!" He hung up the phone.

After a period of time…

"Dickster's phone."

A car? I don't need another car.

"You wanted pay, you got paid. End of story."

Yeah, thanks anyway

This time Niko hung up.

"Sarcastic ass."

--

Again, Later…

It was dinnertime at Liberty City's most perfect family, Dick and Andrew sat there quietly waiting for their respective dinners.

"We want food! We want food! We want food!" Dick shouted, banging his fork and knife along with his chant. Andrew chanted along with Dick in his own way. Just as Karen was serving the plates the doorbell rung.

"Now who in hell would interrupt the most important part of the day?! Beside breakfast of course." When Karen opened the door he got his answer.

"Niko…?"

"My apartment got flooded, the other apartment in Bohan is unavailable, the one in Alderney is also indisposed and with the baby coming Mallorie and Roman don't have any room."

"And I'm guessing you didn't come here to vent?"

"Miche--Karen, can I stay here temporarily? Just until one of my apartments becomes available."

"Just grab a plate and sit down." She with a sigh. They sat in reserved sound around the dinner table, eating a box of Cluckin' Bell.

"Karen, have you noticed you have child-bearing hips now?" Any other person would have been astonished that he asked such a question but having Dick as a brother can make you somewhat immune to such reaction.

"Thank you, Dick for checking me out. How very incestuous of you. I'll just walk in the gym tomorrow and start walking on the treadmill."

"I'm pretty sure that Niko noticed. Right, Niko?"

"I really don't want to join in on your discussion with Karen."

"You heard him Dick. Make your sarcastic remark or something you usually say like 'you belong in the gym with all those fat people' so we can finish this conversation. I would really like to properly digest my food."

"Bet Niko stares at more than your hips." This caused the said person to briefly choke.

"Dick, what the fucking hell?! Why the hell--what's the matter with you!?"

"Oh, nothing Karen. I'm just acting like a normal, protective older brother who finds out some immigrant impregnated his sister and pretends like he not interested in getting another piece of you!"

"So you do check me out?"

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." Dick excuse himself from the table.

"And you just ruined the best part of the day beside breakfast." He said to Niko before parting. Karen just shook her head.

"Dick can act like a moody teenager at times." She said more so to herself. "Niko, you can sleep on the recliner. Not as comfortable as the couch but sure as hell beats the floor. The cover is in the closet and for anything else ask Dick." She picked up a tired Andrew. "Looks like mommy's little boy is sleepy..." Her voiced faded from his hearing after he turned the corner to the bedroom, leaving Niko sitting there filled with a longing look after his son.

Niko laid in the recliner, struggling for sleep. Apart from the uncomfortable feeling the recliner had on his back the reason he couldn't sleep was across from him.

He tried everything he could to shut Dick's snoring up; aside from outright killing him of course. Niko gave up on sleeping and decided to just glare at the man on the couch, arms outstretched and mouth open in peaceful dreaming bliss.

This was hopeless, he thought. Sliding off the recliner, he only knocked once on Karen's door.

"Take my bed." Was her immediate, groggy answer when she opened the door.

"How did you…?"

"No one can survive Dick's snoring for a whole night. My room should be able to block out most of the snoring."

"What about you? Are we…?"

"I'll be in Andrew's room." She cut him off again. She walked past him, murmuring the word pervert before she entered the aforementioned room. Once Niko got settled in Karen's bed he finally was able to achieve the goal of sleep.

He was driving at high speed to lose four or five cars that were on his tail. The engine was already smoking, the shattered windows and bullet holed was proof of what the damage the attackers did. It wasn't until almost at the last minute did he find out the car was planted with a bomb. With the car still going in high speed, he quickly rolled out the car and ran as fast he could at that moment. He tuned out the explosion, the sirens, the attackers car door slams and the attackers guns firing. All he could think that this was a set up while the men fired at him, one hitting his already bullet stricken body in the leg. He thought of one more thing. How he wished he had his weapons and ammunition. He ran into one of his safe house not before another bullet hit him in the back. He limped up stairs as fast he could. He heard two men follow him with a much smaller crew than previously.

"He's a dead man walking. There's no way he got far." It was true, he was but there was no way he going down without a fight.

"He's at a dead end. Cornered. " The two men that were previously talking stopped along with five men behind them. They were right where he wanted them to be. With only knives he killed three of the henchmen and severely wounded the other two. Where were the other two? Out of nowhere, a bullet struck his hand then another for his other. The two men appeared, pointing their gun at him. One shot his leg then the other shot his other leg. He crawled back on lame legs and weak hands to a corner.

"It was nice working with you Mr. Bellic but our employer has paid good money for your extermination. You really were a nice man but I'm afraid I must comply. I promise…I'll attend your funeral. Someone has to attend for the unremembered. But I'll remember you…forever and ever." One of the men that was pointing the gun at his head said.

"Rest in peace Niko Bellic." The other one said before they both pulled the trigger.

Niko woke up in a sweat, gasping for air. The first thing he did was check if he was still alive and this was real. Once everything passed his standards he went to the living room, finding Dick eating a bowl of cereal watching cartoons.

"Where's Karen?"

"She took Andy to docs office which means it's just you and me." Niko knew that Dick's sudden friendly behavior compared to his hostile one from last night wasn't because he was trying to pass off as bipolar.

"I'm not doing another job for you."

"Why not?! If it's because of the car…"

"No. No, it's not that."

"Then hop to it mister! We don't allow you to stay in our country just so you can make your own work agendas!"

"I'm not doing one of your jobs and that's final."

"Fine but what do you expect to accomplish out of life? The American Dream?! News flash, buddy! It's for Americans! Legal citizen of America and even most of us haven't even accomplish that yet but you immigrants think it's going to be different for you! You immigrants think you can come over here and make your own agendas and plus call yourselves Americans! Your not American and your not free! As long as you walk on our land, breathe our air, touch our American things and fuck our American sisters you're our slaves! You have no freedom; no dream but to serve us real Americans!" Dick stopped himself from saying anymore and calmed himself down.

"No, continue. I want to hear more about what you think of us 'immigrants'."

"I'm finished." He growled.

"Hn. You know you shouldn't keep these ideals to yourself and bounce them off me? Why don't you call a radio show like the Richard Bastion Show and you can both rant about immigrants places in society, terrorist and how knocked up your sister? While you're at it why don't you add how I screwed your sister so good she kept coming back for more until she got pregnant."

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Cereal, cartoons and jobs long forgotten, it was killing time for Dick. He was ready to pounce on him like predator. That was until Karen opened the door.

"Why do I feel I interrupted a testosterone heated battle?" The first person she turned to was Dick, who was wearing a unreadable expression.

"I don't know, why don't you ask your little fucktoy?" Then he stomped off. Next was Niko.

"We were discussing political views, that's all. He just mad because I said Mickey Mouse would make a better president than Bugs Bunny." Then Niko went his own way.

"Men…really, I don't understand them." She said to the other Niko. "Please don't turn out like your uncle nor your father." He laughed in response. She could tell if he was laughing in assurance for her sake or laughing at her for even uttering out such a stupid comment.

A/n: Totally feeling tired now but the real question is can I go to sleep? Of course I can! I'm persistent! This feels like a Foreplay/Long Time or Homecoming. (Referring to the story.) Anyway, random shout out time! Indonesia! What is going on?! I don't know where that is right now but as soon as I get some sleep I'll know. I should (and am) be updating soon so wait for the chapter and…um, what am I forgetting? Oh! I would like to thank Lord Trixs for favoriting SSCB. Only today I just realized that one of the stories Lord Trixs wrote named Forbidden Love is the author. I heart that story! One of the few stories I like in the Naruto fandom under the NarutoxAnko realm. Real honor. Truly! Anyway, I'm going take my talkative behind to sleep. See ya!