Michael was freaking out. He dialed Franklin first. "What's happening?" He told him, "Frank! Listen i need your help. Some people took my wife...Ballas I think it's over that thing I helped you out with. I have no way to find out where they are they used a fuckin burner. They're demanding two million from me! I don't have that kind of cash the only cash I have is some of what's left from the job in Venturas. Lester is trying to find us another job. I need to know if you're in?"

"Shit...! That's no good dog...aight. I mean I don't have a choice do i? Your woman got taken cause of me so I'll do whatever I can to help make that right. Look...can we meet at my house? Try and get ahold of Trevor too..."

"What about the cholo?" Franklin sighed, hesitant saying, "Whatever man he's an asshole but he's got military skills fine him too."

Michael called Trevor. "T...I have some bad news...i..."

Trevor told him, "Not now...Michael! I'm having a bad enough day as it is and I have my own problems!" Michael asked, "I do too and this can't wait, look can you meet me at Franklin's place? Please? You can tell us what's wrong and i'll tell you."

Trevor growled, "FINE! But there will be fucking blood...Madrazo's blood!"

Michael hung up worried about what that meant. He called Joaquin last. "Hello...?" The American Indian sounded groggy. "Hey it's Michael listen...can you meet me at Franklin's place?...Wait what did you just wake up? It's four in the afternoon!"

The guy groaned. "I don't get much sleep. When I do I oversleep my schedule is all fucked up. What do you want, man?" Michael told him, "I..." He didn't think he knew him enough just yet after all they hadn't hung out yet. "I wondered if you were up for another job?" The man seemed more awake from that. "Sure...if it pays this time. i've been hearing about that job you three pulled off in Venturas. I didn't make anything off that job for Madrazo...that shit was a waste of time."

"It won't be like that! Look I've been doing this for twenty five years, okay? That's just part of the territory sometimes you put in a lot of hard work and it ends up biting you in the ass and you don't get paid but then there's other opportunities where you do get paid. Look I thought i would be set from the Union Depository job but I'm not. I got a crooked FIB agent on my ass because with his new promotion he has new responsibilities. But Lester...the guy who lives in your neighborhood...he's a professional. He wouldn't be allowed to stay in Murietta Heights if he wasnt of some use to you and your friends right? Trust me before he ever moved to Los Santos he was a pro even then so he can find us a job that will be lucrative but i need to know now are you in or out?"

"If it's for the feria then I'm in. You better not be selling me a wolf ticket though homes."

"i have no idea what that means but you bet."

Joaquin

First Meeting

The ex Marine just got out of the shower. He picked out a white wife beater some black khakis, a pair of dark blue Colonel Juans and a fedora with his long black hair tied in a ponytail this time instead of the usual braid under it. With that he also put on some Locos sunglasses. The door to his apartment buzzed.

He answered the buzzer and let his visitor in. It was Lefty, a hyna named Loca, Baby Joker, the tatted up vato, and even Indio. "What's the occasion, homies?" Lefty informed him, "We got a meeting in Chinatown, bro. Some chinos blasted...you remember Alberto from Vespucci Beach? Some chinos wasted him. There'd been some drug deal between the carnales in Vespucci and Triads. They were doing a cocaine deal and Alberto, well one of his dumb ass homies tried selling the Triads sweetener and passing it off as coka they blamed Berto tried to kill him. He almost killed the main guy stabbing him in the neck and he got away but they caught up to him and shot him in one of their spots. Some half breed bitch set him up."

Baby Joker also nodded, "Yesterday, some compas from the beach did a drive by on the place. They didn't kill anybody in there but they did hit a guy. Mara Bunta all around we got too much heat on us and the homies in Vespucci are ready for war. We asked their shot caller to agree to a sit down with whoevers leading the chinos. We got enough on our plates dealing with the war in South Central."

Indio added, "Plus we got some pedo jumping off with the peckerwoods in Vespucci Beach. If one clique of carnales is going to have it out with the Asians over downtown turf that effects everybody."

Culebra looked at Indio saying, "I was about to say about that ese, you should be laying low what with the feds, N.O.O.S.E looking into your shit and all."

"Cualquier otro día que sería correcto, pero tengo que pensar como un jefe. He estado alrededor de la cuadra He llamado Los Santos casa por más de treinta años, pero he estado exaltado demasiado tiempo. Sé cómo nuestros soldados están siempre dispuestos a matar a nadie nuevo pero es el momento para mí y para José a aprender a ser modelos a seguir para los homies poco. Una guerra con las Familias, Ballas, e incluso los jueros no se pudo evitar, pero esto puede. Tenemos que al menos intentarlo. Podría salvar vidas."

(Any other day you would be right but I have to think as a leader. I've been around the block I've called Los Santos home for more than thirty years but I've been hot headed too long. I know how our soldados are always ready to kill anybody new but it's time for me and for Jose to learn to be role models for the little homies. A war with the Families, Ballas, and even the white boys couldn't be avoided but this can. We have to at least try. It could save lives. )

Joaquin said, "Yo respeto su elección, pero no podría ser otra opción aparte de la guerra. Todavía voy a tratar si eso es lo que quieres. ¿Y qué quiere El Topo."

(I respect your choice but there might be no option besides war. Still I'll try if that's what you want. And what El Topo wants.)

El Topo was the new ranflero of Mara Bunta Grande in the Vespucci Beach clique. Originally from Durango, Mexico, he had been a ruthless leader down there too but his brother had been the leader of their cliqua, the Beach Side Traviesos but he had been killed recently in a drive- by over the war with both Chamberlain Hills and Forum Drive over the Smoke On The Water business plus the robbery. So El Topo was the new shot caller and was looking for revenge but also to secure Mara Bunta's control over the beach, though still showing respect to Vespucci 13, the few Vagos that remained there as most had moved out and relocated to Strawberry.

Lefty was satisfied with his answer. "Fine. Let's get moving then."

Culebra said, "Let's take my car, okay?" They got into the Savannah and Lefty rode shotgun as Baby Joker, Indio and Loca rode in the back. Culebra began to drive out of West Los Santos and head towards Chinatown. He addressed Loca, "Hey how are you by the way?"

She was a pretty brunette with almond colored hair, of Mexican descent p curvy, with an ass like J Lo. Her breasts were on the smaller side but her ass and hips made up for that. She wore a camouflage army green sports bra. She had had on a dark gray skirt but as she had gotten into th car he had seen from his side view she had a thong on the same color as her top. Sexy as she was, she was also crazy as fuck and had killed at the drop of a hat in the past. "Loca, ¿cómo estás? No te he visto últimamente desde que vuelto usted estado escondiendo?"

(Loca, how are you? Haven't seen you lately since i been back you been hiding?)

She responded, "I've been at Dearest," Dearest, being a women's correctional facility where as men got sent to Boilerbroke. "Me dieron un año y medio por exposición indecente además agredir a un oficial."

(They gave me a year and a half for indecent exposure plus assaulting an officer.)

Culebra chuckled, "¿Exposicion indecente? ¿Qué vas y haces eso?"

(Indecent exposure? What did you go and do that for?)

She angrily told him, "Estaba caliente como el infierno! Caminé fuera sin camisa para lo que, treinta segundos? No es un gran niños acuerdo aún amamantar hoy en día y todo lo que nacemos desnudos. Un hombre puede caminar fuera todo el día sin camisa y nunca ser arrestado sino un canto mujer?"

(It was hot as hell! I walked outside without a shirt on for what, thirty seconds? It's not a big deal kids still breastfeed nowadays and we're all born naked. A man can walk outside all day with no shirt and never get arrested but a woman cant?)

Lefty was sniggering too. "Ese ha sido siempre la ley en este país idiota."

(That's always been the law in this country dumbass.)

She screamed in English, "That don't make it right!"

Baby Joker chuckled at that saying, "Hey I support a woman's right to show them chi chis whenever she wants to."

Culebra put on his MP3 player and the song Let's Ride by Conejo played as they rode through the streets. He came alongside a car load of African Americans in an SUV. They were listening to The Motto by Drake and Culebra turned up his radio louder than theirs wold go up as they sat at the red light. The light turned green and Culebra started hitting switches causing the ride to hop. The carload of people seemed annoyed that their swaggot music was out blasted by an old school tricked out ranfla with cholo music. They just growled as their song ended and Culebra turned his down the song about hjalfway through and the driver shook his head, "Fucking Mexicans...!"

Baby Joker cackled, "mira wey sorry sweet heart! That's real music!" He chuckled. The driver flipped off Culebra and Culebra just looked back at him and made smooching noises at him which pissed him off more as they began to go their own separate ways. Baby Joker and Loca laughed at that one. They finally arrived at the spot. El Topo was waiting with a few of his boys and a couple of hynas, all of who carried guns just in case. El Topo was a tall man about Joaquin's height, a man of Tarahumara descent. He had a mustache and a goatee and he wore a light blue and white checkered shirt over a white t shirt a white bandanna around his forehead and gray khakis.

He slapped hands with Lefty and Indio who greeted him. Lefty looked at Joaquin and Loca and said, "Estos dos son mis compas que es Culebra y Loca. Usted alread has conocido Baby J antes. Joaquín, Luna, esto es Ricardo Fuentes."

(These two are my compas that's Culebra and Loca. You've alread met Baby J before. Joaquin, Luna, this is Ricardo Fuentes.)

He extended his hand and both shook it. "Mis amigos me llaman El Topo, pero puedes llamarme lo que queda mejor. ¿Y cómo está usted también? Encantada de conocerte."

(My friends call me El Topo but you can call me whatever fits you best. And how are you too? Nice to meet you.)

"Usted también."

(You as well)

The man gave them the rundown. "These vatos...they killed one of ours, you knew him," Joaquin agreed. "Berto was a good guy we used to play ball at the courts in your hood."

Topo informed Lefty, "I'm willing to try and make a deal with these men but in case we can't we need to be ready for war. This would be bigger than any war we ever had aside from the civil war the originals came out of but these Triads they're a huge deal. They're born out off rebellion the same as Mara Bunta, only it was in their country. They took part in the Boxer Rebellion and others like it they date back to the 17th century. They survived even crack downs in British Hong Kong and Communism. If they can survive that, they aint going down easily. I don't want to exactly have a deal with some cabron who killed our friend but war with them will be just as hard."

Culebra noticed another homeboy from high School. His name was Jerome Vasquez but he was known as Geronimo. Geronimo was 100% Yuman. He stood at six feet tall not as tall as Joaquin but still towered over most of the Mexicans in his gang. He had gone to Vespucci High too. "Que tal, Geronimo?"

The gang member was muscular and dark brown in skin tone with long black hair and he wore a blue bandanna around his head the way an Apache would. He was nicknamed Geronimo because that was the way to say Jerome in Spanish but more importantly after the Apache chief who went to war with the United States for many years and was the last warrior resisting the United States even after the warlike Lakota had given up. Being that San Andreas was near the pacific ocean however, San Andrean tribes were also among the last to resist Manifest Destiny too. Geronimo was able to trace his ancestors to the Yuma War His ancestors, on his paternal side, had participated in the raids against the United States. His ancestor had taken thirty San Andrean Ranger scalps in addition to the many he had taken from the cavalry.

"Not much brother. Just staying alive day to day you know? Hey you've been gone a while first you were in the Corps and then you were in the pen I barely had time to see ya much before you got sent to the joint."

They walked inside and introductions were made. There was a group of Chinese men and women all dressed formally, but they had weapons just in case things went south and Mara Bunta was the same. El Topo decided to talk to them first. The leader appeared to be a taller man. He had slicked back black hair that would be down to his neck if wore out naturally and was not slicked back. He wore sunglasses, his skin a yellowish bronze color, his lips surprisingly red for a Chinamen. "I'm Wu King Chang. I'm sure you heard of my uncle, Wei Cheng."

"Ricardo Fuentes. This is Geronimo, and that is Jose, Joaquin..."

"Didn't a guy named Jose die in one of our restaurants?" Lefty shook his head. "No. I'm Jose."

Wu shrugged. "Sorry. You kind of all look the same to me."

Topo told him, "That's funny we think the same thing about you."

They got in closer so that almost nobody could hear. "So let me see if I got this right. We split control of downtown Los Santos? You get the areas more close to the ghettos and we get the turf we already have, our restaurants in Vespucci Beach plus Little Seoul and Little Kyoto? Well Little Seoul is one thing but i'm not sure the Yakuza would be much in favor of that. But that's not your problem. You want to make a peace deal with us? You know the last time I trusted a Mexican, I ended up getting sweetener instead of cocaine? This whole unfortunate mess is your own fault. i also don't understand why you bring Mara Bunta members from East Los Santos. This is a West Los Santos problem."

The Triad eyed Joaquin who noticed that one of the guys standing next to him was not Chinese but Eurasian, had somewhat Arab looking features. A stocky guy who was overweight but strong and unlike the Triads who wore all black suits, he wore a gray one. "You're Culebra, right? I've heard about you. One of my boys was in the Corps with a guy by your name. Do you know a man named Ken Wong?"

"Yeah I do. We were in combat together. He patched me up when I took some shrapnel."

Wu King said, "Unfortunately, Kenneth was murdered a few months ago trying to protect my uncle. He was willing to take a bullet for the men he considered brothers in arms and more importantly, the men he worked for. Are you willing to do the same?"

Top growled, "Hey you want gun play we can do that you want to solve this you talk to me!" Culebra told him, "Hang on ese...I was a friend of Berto he was killed and that's a shame but I'm like a go between i'm from East Los but I went to school in Vespucci. Maybe he seems me as somewhat more nuteral. Let me see what I can do."

The gang leader nodded. "Just let me close the deal with this guy."

He approached Wu and said, "So it's understood then? We don't attack your people and you don't attack ours? We're looking to avoid another war but that does not mean we're weak. We've just already got our ands full. There've been some attacks on our guys out here. A few rapes."

Wu grinned, "You sure the rapes weren't from your own guys? I know you Mara Bunta boys consider rape to be a struggle snuggle," Top snapped, "That is not funny, and that is not true. I don't tolerate that. Neither does La Onda."

Wu said, "Maybe you don't but Joker did. Him and some of his boys have done that. I have eyes and ears around tis city. Even in the barrio. Joker is covering up for guys who have done that but I guess that's besides the point. You were saying?"

"Don't joke about that again...we're trying to put a lid on that shit. We've got women in our cliquas too how would it look if we did tolerate that the way shit used to be? Onda gave us rules..."

Wu snorted. "Onda...La Onda are a bunch of losers sitting in a jail cell twenty three hours a day. You Mexicans and Salvadorans might have a lot of sway on the streets but don't act like you're a bunch of dons. You might call yourselves a mafia but we're a real one. The Chinese mafia, hell even those dumb guineas know that you can't rule over everything from inside. The true gangsters are quiet about their businesses and keep a low profile but over time when enough time has passed for the money to be cleaned he can live in nice apartments. See me, I'm in the same position to my people as a Mexican mobster would be to yours but the difference is i'm free. I have guys to do what I want done so I don';t have to but if people are fucking up, my own soldiers, the way that Joker's has, I'll personally deal wit it myself if my own soldiers are inadequate. I don't send a bunch of children to carry out my hits on soldiers who break the rules. This is a grown man's game The only Mexicans who really have it figured out the way us, the Sicilians, and even the Russians do, are the cartels. The rest of you, no offense are prison bitches."

El Topo sneered, "If your people got arrested at as high a rate as we did there'd be a lot more of you in prison too. Sabes que you might be the biggest mob in the world and yes you have more people than Onda does total. I'm not denying that. But chinos do not match La Raza in numbers in THIS country. You're almost as low in population as Arabs or American Indian tribes from the US alone. Mara Bunta is in this country, Mexico, Central America, hell even Canada. Not even your boys could operate without the cartels drugs and let's be honest. We're closer to the cartels than you."

Wu King shrugged. "Maybe so. I can even give you the name of some of the boys from Curb Side Locos who have broken the rules," Lefty spoke up, "Yeah you do that ese cause I'm running the show now not Joker. He's been green lit. He's probably got some of the ones who still want to follow hin terrorizing our girls."

Wu shook his head. "I know all about your little civil war among yourselves but this was after Joker got out but before this happened., He's even been paying off cops who arrested your amigos for rape to write the charges as something else. I can have my contacts in the Sheriff';s department bring you a list of those names so you can deal with it accordingly according to your rules but nothing in this country is for free."

Lefty told him, "I got no issue with that. I';ll pay for it."

Wu said, "If all goes well here, sure. Why not. As a sign of good faith. Hell I might even give them to you for free as a sign of generosity. Call it Chinese hospitality. I'll have my guy bring the list to you...but you'll have to pay him. And he pays me...but we can wait a bit for that."

Topo informed him, "Before any of that happens, we need to reach an agreement here. Like I was telling you, we don't have to attack each others turf anymore. We already got enough of a problem with the Families they think they can have a weed shop in our turf. Plus like I was trying to tell you about some of those assaults on our boys and our women, they were from skin heads. They're going to attack you too. This is Vespucci Beach. They've been a problem since the 90's. It's not a question of if but when. We're the strongest gang you're the strongest mafia. An alliance together, even when these fuckers have white privilege and get lesser sentences, would be invaluable."

Wu King sighed shaking his hand. "All right. But just one more thing," He moved toward Joaquin. "Before we conclude our business you all should know that we Chinese like to prelude any business deals with a little collateral," He pulled out a pocket knife and put it towards Joaquin's left ear. "So if you'll allow to take off just a little .." Upon seeing this all of the members of Mara Bunta except Joaquin himself cocked and aimed their weapons at the Triad boss and also at the Triads themselves. AK's, shotguns, Mac-10's Desert Eagles and 9mm's were all aimed at the Triads and at Wu and the Triads, packing the same kind of weapons, aimed both at Mara Bunta Grande and at a Joaquin. There would be a big gunfight if there was but one more sudden or wrong move and no matter what happened to all the soldiers on either side, both Joaquin and Wu would be riddled with bullets.

Undeterred by the threat of the cholos, Wu finished is sentence, "Just a little bit..." Culebra arched his head towards him, defiant and unafraid or at least that';s what he showed while his heard was pounding like crazy. He arched his heard toward the man's blade. The Triad boss lowered the weapon and started laughing. "Can you believe this guy? He was actually gonna let me snip off his fuckin ear!"

The guy chuckled further and said, "Son, I like you already. We have a deal."

With that they began to leave. Culebra thought to himself, Well that's maybe one war we averted. Now I just gotta try and not get shot by any other enemigos and sit tight to get a call from Michael.

Trevor

He woke up to find himself in the dark. He pounded on the walls. "Hey...HEY! Let me the fuck out of here!" A door was opened and Martin Madrazo appeared with several armed guards. "You are in there as a result of your own actions violating the sanctity of marriage!"

Trevor snarled, "Fuck you! You fucked so many whores all Patricia and I did was talk. What we had was much purer than anything you or some Russian slut could ever have. More than anything you and Patricia ever had. You're just another rich cunt! And to top it off you can't even get it up! A guy your age I guess that's common.." He leaned in whispering, "But not when you're a cartel kingpin and have a reputation to maintain. It makes you less of a man. Me, I might not have the biggest in the world but I never have a problem getting my boy nice and hard."

Madrazo shook his head and made a tsk tsk sound. "I am not so sure I would be so vile and disrespectful if I was in your position. You talk bold for a man who is going to be dead very soon."

Trevor demanded, "Where am I and where are you planning on taking me?!" Madrazo explained, "You're at the port of LS but don't even think about trying to escape. My men have this place guarded. We've reserved it for the day. A ship is coming for you tonight and soon you will be shipped to Mexico. I want you in Mexico under my close and personal supervision at one of my places down there. You are my captor. My prisoner of war and I want to savor this as long as possible."

With that he snapped his fingers and the container doors were shut and Trevor tried to run towards it but they shut in his face. "LET ME OUT! YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR OTHER EAR OFF!"

He sat down in frustration, deciding he needed to think of a way out of there. He sat on the floor, tired wanting to sleep but he knew he only had until night and it looked to be afternoon. He needed to figure out a way out of there.

Unbeknownst to Trevor, a Korean man watched over the port from the bridge overlooking it through a Sniper scope. Next to him was an Arab American. They drew beads on the cartel men guarding the entrance of the container. They kept the brunette woman in the pantsuit with a silenced pistol in their sights. "Remember hold your fire until I give the word..."

Franklin

He was finally checked out and he spotted his cousin. "Hey brah what you doing here dog?" Tavell told him, "Heard my cousin was laid up in the hospital came by to show some love. I know i've been back for some time but i've been busy trying to see where I stand with the homies in Chamberlain Hills. Just cause that nigga Gerald got beef don't mean everybody do but I know that means you and me aint been able to do our thang but I'm here toi make that up and give you a ride back."

"Yeah what's that about, man how can you still be out here I mean you don't really want to move back here rgtht what about your roommates in Broker aint they gonna trip?" Tavell shook his head. "It aint even like that. They don't trip so long as I sent them my part of the rent money. Long as I do that, homie I could be all the way in motherfucking Munich and still be considered a tenant there. A lot of niggas talk shit about Caribbean and African niggas but they cooler than a motherfucker they family...just family I can't understand with all that patois. Anyway, how'd you get laid up anyway? I heard some new shit with the Ballas...?"

Franklin just wanted to get out of there. "Homie i aint even trying to get too deep into that yeah it was a problem with one set that's always made more enemies than they could afford to but the guy that put me in here aint above ground himself so it doesn't matter. Why you hear to pick me up anyway? What about my busted ass aunt?"

"Hey that aint nice, dog family is family and she's my motherfucking auntie too nigga don't be talking about family like that."

"Yeah whatever brah stay living with her for a few years with her crazy ass feminist meetings and shit and then talk to me about family she's family but that doesn't mean she aint annoying. Anyway, take me home bro. I'd rather be the one that drives though I aint crippled you know."

Tavell insisted he be the one to drive. "Nah we gotta take a little detour before I take you to your crib in the hills homie. Remember Quik right?" Franklin nodded, "How could I forget? Even if he wasn't from GSF and even if I didn't meet him there's still his music,right?" Tavell nodded as they got in the green Manana. "I feel it, son but he got somebody he want you to meet. Got a surprise for you."

Tavell nervously looked around noticing a few eses around. "Some motherfucking Aztecas, homie. They mugging us pretty hard," He reached under the seat for his burner. "They fuck with us they die." He pulled out of the area and Franklin assured him, "Relax, cuz. They probably just eyeing the ride. Just get us up outta here."

They were soon headed north. Franklin put the radio on Radio Los Santos and the song Bitches Aint Shit by YG featuring Nipsey Hussle. Tavell immidietly turned that off. "Ah hell no we aint listening to that swag fag bullshit! The new west is fucking up dog they starting to suck as much as the rest of the country's bitch ass rappers. It's west classics or nothing."

He put the radio to West Coast Classics. The song All Day Everyday by South Central Cartel played. "Man, I guess the east coast aint broadened your horizons at all, motherfucker," Franklin remarked. "Me? Hell nah if it aint broke don't fix it. Hip hop ,might have started back east but it was perfected in the west. I don't want to hear that Wu Tang garbage."

Franklin chuckled. "Wu Tang is old shit too, dog. A newer dude would be somebody like ASAP Rocky. I don't have to pick between old and new school I rock with both man. You're living in the past a lot like Lamar he only be listening to one station too. I mean times change so styles change hip hop aint gonna ever die it's just gonna change to stay relevent."

His cousin grumbled, "i'd say rest in peace to the shit if this what the future looking like and you got me fucked up if you think I'll ever listen to ASAP Rocky what's up with these bitches nowadays all on that auto tune shit and now everybody sound all nasally or they make they voice sound all deep except it aint their voice."

"That's the style, dude. Much as I even got respect for Quik he a multi millionaire, he aint relevant he can't be trying to make the same kind of music he was making in 92' in this day and age. Really a lot of rock fans say the same shit they like AC-DC Guns N Roses, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin but hate Blink 182, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Linkin Park."

"Nigga, now who's talking about old shit! Those last dudes you named aint new motherfucker! They came out in 99' 91' and 96' respectively. Look, why should any of us be listening to any of these niggas like Cheef Keef out here or Wu Tang or ASAP or any of these marks? When you think about it they don't be playing west coast shit out there in Liberty City or down south."

"Yeah they do they..."

"Aw come on, brah don't be telling me about these new west dudes I'm talking the OG's from back in the day. You talk about staying relevent? All these little niggas out here do is copy older songs and fuck it up with their own shitty flows. Take that song you were just trying to play. That was a Dr Dre song and YG fucked it up. These younger niggas act like they the future but they stay riding old school dick niggas biting shit lik a motherfucking fly."

Franklin chuckled, "You a clown homie it's just some damn music aint nothing to get all serious about. Niggas still respect the classics. At least you aint a Ese rapper trying to come up they stay hungry aint none of them millionaires they more like thousandairs. At least the og niggas like Quik made out with a lot of money for his time he might not be relevant but he always gonna eat and that's real."

They were in downtown Vinewood before long. "So how you trying to solve this shit with Gerald, cuz? They just did a drive-by the other night CGF I mean. Don't get me twisted I'm still from there I know where I came up at but you're still my family we blood so I aint about to help them while they gunning for us but I got a lot of people I also came up with. I been away too long and you know I probably been a bad cousin too but I'ma make that up to you. We're gonna get those bitches that killed Leroy too."

"Yeah we laid a lot of them under but me and Lamar barely made it up out of there alive. Funny thing is as much as we get into it with the eses I got a business partner I been working with...maybe not a partner exactly but he's a associate. You know those old dudes I was telling you about? Sort of met him through them. We did one job together. A guy from Curb Side Locos."

Tavell expressed some concern. "Don't you think that's a disaster waiting to happen? I know how them Mara Bunta motherfuckers feel about us. I don't care either way I'm Families till I die but I gotta worry about you, we family, F and we could die any day that's a shame but it's life only you're putting yourself in harms way by hanging out with a enemy. You know how those fools are. With their machetes and all. Most people even people from our hood, we smoke somebody it's usually business but sometimes it's personal. I aint tripping about that but those MBG busters kill people for the pleasure."

Franklin agreed, "Hey and I know that but he doesn't seem as crazy as the rest of em. No face tats, nothing like that. He's a asshole fo sho don't get me wrong but he's got more brains than the average banger."

"Well do your thang but I aint fucking with them. I'm just gonna get the fools that killed Leroy that's all I know. They gotta pay. Vespucci Vagos gotta get drop that's just the way it is."

They pulled up to the mansion where DJ Quik stayed. Tavell knocked and the door was answered by Lamar. "What up niggas! Hey, Frank, I heard what happened man you ok?" Franklin slapped hands with his homie as did Tavell. "Yeah I'm straight but why didn't you come visit me at the hospital? That aint cool you're supposed to be my boy wanna talk to me about loyalty and you can't even drop by?"

"Hey I was watching after Chop, dog! Somebody gotta feed him I was about to come through today though but here you are!"

"What are you living here now or what?" LD shook his head. "Nah but i've crashed here some nights i'm telling you Quik is a motherfucking OG and a pimp."

They walked into the living room and Quik raised a glass to the two visitors. "Hey what's popping, family?" They exchanged dap and a hug. Quik was wearing a dark green sports jacket from Ponsorby's and black slacks over a black shirt. "Hey I heard about what happened, dog sorry to hear about that. My next song's gonna be about the homies that were lost in Strawberry. I know a lot of the OG's from Chamberlain might not feel you cause they knuckleheads, they're the hardcore gangstas that aint gonna ever be nothing but and you'll see how they end up too they don't got the vision to be real high rollers but you and Lamar you see the bigger picture you make it about that paper not about drama. So i got love for Forum Gangstas even if other homies can't see it. I mean shit if it wasn't for you too, the Grove wouldn't be back in Family hands."

DJ Quik set his drink down. "Oh shit speaking of which since real recognize real and pimping respect pimping I got somebody I want you to meet. Franklin, Tavell, this is OG Johnson. Carl from Grove Street."

The guy was dressed similar to Quik and he had on a fedora and wore sunglasses. "Yeah...I heard about you but the way homies talk about you they make it seem like you were a myth," Tavell remarked shaking the OG's hand. "It's all good, bro. The Grove aint been the same since the 90's and I been out of the hood for a while but never forgot where I came from."

Tavell nodded, "Yeah hell yeah man I was off in Liberty for a few years but home is where the heart is at and that'll always be LS for me. On the real."

Franklin shook his hand too, thinking there was something off about the guy he looked familiar in a way he couldn't place and it wasn't just because he was the CEO of Frunt A Lot which he noticed was what him and Quik was sipping on. "Yeah me too I lived in Liberty for five years myself but I couldn't wait to come back. Had some hard times you know cause when you gone a while life moves on and changes without you. Some can't roll with that but it was important for me. By the way, thank ya'll for taking back the Grove i know you had help from David here but it couldn't have happened without ya'll. It was under control of those OCB marks for too long."

Franklin asked him, "Aint nothing happy to help. Hey can i ask you a question? You said you left for Liberty City and lived there five years, and came back and turned the city around in 92' right? So that means you left around 1987, right?"

CJ nodded. "Yeah...i was running a carjacking operation with some Sicilians back east but that's ancient history their whole mob family's gone now. It's like a whole different universe nowadays. Hey I heard you moved on out of the hood too that's good you did something with your life even if it was still in the same city sometimes moving to a better area makes it easier to just smell the air and not worry about getting blasted on."

Lamar's words echoed in his head. That the OG's from Grove Street most likely went on to be CEO's.

So did Denise's at the hospital. "Your father left you but he never beat your mother. The truth is, he never knew he had a son. He left San Andreas before you were born. She tried to get a hold of him but she never could. Later down the line she turned to heroin. She said she heard he was back in town some years later when you were little but she never could find him. It was like he was so close but so far away."

He looked at CJ trying to figure it out.

So that's all for this chapter I want o keep updating but i need to tend to my resident evil stories again first. Anyway, so this is a brief chapter but I decided to end it on a cliff hanger. So Joaquin met with the Triads and their charismatic, if not psychotic leader Wu King Cheng I decided to make him like a nephew of Wei Chang since Tao was his eldest and obviously he lacked maturity but I wanted somebody more in their 30's. He's visually inspired by Gabriel Yang who played the Triad leader in the movie Vatos Locos which a lot of the war between MBG and Triads will be based upon. See if you saw Blood In Blood Out where the Mexican Mafia basically fights the Aryan Brotherhood and Black Guerrilla Family for San Quentin, well Vatos Locos the 2011 movie is basically just showing how it would be if the same types encountered the Chinese mafia

Picture Woozie personality wise, only racist and quite a bit more ruthless even towards his own men at times which you'll see an example of in the next chapter.

As for Joker he's MIA, and I decided since MS-13 does have a reputation of doing certain heinous things and Joaquin is not one of those guys, he's just an average but above average gang banger, I decided to have it be revealed that despite what the rules are, Joker has in fact violated them behind Lefty and Culebra's back so that Joker does after all represent the worst kind of people in MS-13 that people have in their minds, while Joaquin and Lefty represent what they hope to turn it to, just like any other Sureno clique that kills but still has some morals just like old school varrios. Where do you think Joker is right now?

As for Loca i think i introduced her in a previous chapter she's based on Ms Sancha i need to go back and edit that just to make sure i didn't contradict in some way i have a bad habit of that but i have short term memory loss I'm trying to change that but bear with me.

The next chapter will be starting with Trevor escaping Madrazo's men.