Chapter Ten

Mitchell sat outside of his house that was in the luxurious part of Los Santos. He took a sip of coffee from the cup in his hand and set it down on a table next to him. The view from his house could see the whole city and he enjoyed it. What he didn't' enjoy though was when the two suited dickheads arrived at his house and take him around the city scoping out targets that their boss wants eliminated.

"What are you thinking about?" Mitchell's sister said appearing on the deck. Her question startled Mitchell causing him to jump slightly and knock over the cup of coffee.

"Sarah, why aren't you working?" Mitchell asked as he picked up the broken cup.

"I'm a lawyer without any cases currently." Sarah said as she sat in the chair next to him. "Although I think they might assign me to the Alexander Wells case when they figure out who killed him."

The name caused the image of the dead Police Chief to flash through Mitchell's mind. It was still fresh in his mind since he had only seen just a little bit ago. Sarah didn't know what he was doing though, she thought he was out at one of the many country clubs.

"Yeah it's a damn shame what happened to him." Mitchell said.

"It's not like he had any enemies out there. Most people liked him." Sarah said. She shook her head as she stared out at the city. Mitchell stood up and walked into the house and straight to his room. He rubbed his forehead with his left hand and stood there.

Out of nowhere Mitchell turned around and opened the closet that was next to the entrance in his room. He pulled out a briefcase and placed it on his bed. He quickly opened it up and stared at the revolver that was inside. Mitchell then closed and punched the wall out of nowhere.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mitchell yelled.

Heath was at a local corner store buying some food to keep him and Carlos good for a while. The two try their best not to leave the apartment but eventually there will always be a reason for one of them to go out. Heath adjusted his glasses and looked around a bit more before taking the stuff he wanted to the cashier. He pulled out some money and handed it to the man as two men entered the store.

Heath looked back at them and then immediately back to the cashier. The two men wore flannel shirts that only had the top button buttoned. Along with that they both wore sunglasses and bandanas on their head. They also each had a bandage on their leg as they hobbled around the store.

"Ayo chico!" Heath heard one of them yell. Heath turned around slightly and saw that the tall one, Pablo, walking towards him. Pablo eventually reached Heath and was too close for comfort.

"Have you seen thi… Wait a second." Pablo said.

"Shit." Heath said to himself. He quickly kicked Pablo in his bullet wounded leg causing Pablo to hop up and down. The cashier backed away from the men quickly as Miguel was in between the aisles. Heath grabbed his bag of food and shoved one of the aisles over, making it hit Miguel.

Pablo pulled a gun out from between his pants and shirt and quickly fired it at Heath. Unfortunately for him though, Heath was already out the door and the bullet only shattered the glass.

Heath ran to a car where Carlos was waiting in the driver seat banging his thumbs on the steering wheel as music blared out the car windows Heath quickly got in and slammed the door before freaking out.

"Drive!" Heath yelled.

"What? What's going on?" Carlos asked.

"Pablo and Miguel… they found us!" Heath said as he was clearly out of breath. Carlos immediately stomped on the gas as the car sped off and Pablo and Miguel ran to their car to follow them.

"So I talked to Lil Mikey." Rory said as he entered Tank's house. Tank was sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen vegetables on his head.

"And?" Tank asked.

"He did take the list with him. And now it's gone." Rory said. Tank 's expression changed from annoyed to angry real quick.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill that nigga!" Tank yelled as he stood up and grabbed a pistol off the table in front of him. He cocked it and was about to leave when Rory grabbed him and kept him in the house.

"Let go of me Rory!" Tank demanded.

"I'm not gonna let you kill him when the nigga made one simple mistake." Rory said. "Besides, it was a list of Jesse's close contacts, we can get another one."

"No nigga! It wasn't! It was a hit list." Tank said as stopped fighting Rory and stayed inside his house.

"A what?!" Rory asked.

"Some dude said we would make mad cash if we took out the people on that list. We didn't take out none of 'em and now we don't even have the mother fucking list!" Tank said. Rory's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

"Fuck man." Rory said.

"Can I kill him now?" Tank asked.

"Nah man… Just stay cool. The gang's question why you just shot a member out of nowhere." Rory said. Tank threw his pistol down on the couch and put his hands on his hips. He walked up to Rory and got into his face.

"Next time, you aren't gonna stop me. You're my muscle that's it. Not my conscience. I lead you and the rest of this cul de sac. Remember that." Tank said as he walked out of his house.

Catherine stormed into City Hall and right past any security as she made her way towards the Mayor's office. Multiple people hollered out to her and attempted to stop her but she ignored them and reached Paul Madden's office. She walked right in as he was reading what looked like a large book. Her barging in caused him to look up from it.

"Oh Catherine, hello." Paul said. Security officers walked in and grabbed but Paul waved them off. "It's fine let her stay." The officers left as Catherine walked right up to Paul's desk.

"Mr. Madden, I'm demanding that you put me back on the force. Donny Parker is the one who shot that man, and to top it off he is a Grade A Douchebag. He doesn't deserve the badge he wears. I'm begging you to hear me out." Catherine said.

Paul sighed and rubbed his eyes before saying, "Listen Catherine, now isn't a good time. The evidence proves you are the one that shot that man not Mr. Parker. And with Alexander Wells being murdered the po-"

"I'm sorry did you just say he was murdered?!" Catherine asked interrupting him.

"You… You didn't hear? It was earlier today. I'm so sorry Catherine." Paul said. Catherine looked at the ground and then back up at Paul.

"Can't you at least just hear me about Donny? Just have someone watch him?" Catherine asked.

"Catherine I'm truly sorry but I believe that my nephew has a good heart and knows what he is doing." Paul said.

"Wait a second your nephew?" Catherine asked.

"Yes. Donny Parker is my nephew. Did you not know this?" Paul asked with an evil smirk on his face. Paul placed a hand on his phone and continued to speak. "Security please escort Miss O'Brien out."

"You punta! That's why I was kicked off. He's your nephew. You wouldn't even care if there was no evidence. You're the one that probably made that fake tape." Catherine yelled at him as two men grabbed her and began to pull her out. "I'll get you and your asshole of a nephew back for this. You stole my life away and I'm gonna ruin yours! Just wait and s-" Catherine nearly said as the doors slammed on her.