Chapter Twenty-Eight

While Donny, Larry, and Robbie drove around, Donny stumbled across something that caught his attention. He was going through phonebook pages on Larry's phone and the address of someone he had completely forgotten about showed up… their new address.

"I know where we are headed." Donny said with a wicked grin. He hooked up the phone to a GPS Larry had and it began to read off directions and Larry began to follow them. Robbie was using the blood shiv to pick at his nails, cleaning them out.

"And where exactly is that?" Robbie asked, not looking up. Donny continued to smile, looking forward and shaking his head. He winced when he thought of the person and looked back at Robbie, which caused Robbie to look up at him.

"An old… friend." Donny said, as he felt a burning sensation at the last word. "Yeah… an old friend." Larry gave Donny a side look, worried at what was to come. Robbie just shrugged and Donny began to bite his nails, thinking about what he was gonna do when he saw this old friend.


Alex parked his car in the driveway and saw his front door open when he arrived. He slowly pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He took slow steps as he walked towards his house, grabbing a large rock off the ground and holding it as a weapon. Alex whistled, trying to draw out anyone that might be in there. When no one popped out, he looked at the basement door and stared at it. He then looked back at the front door, wondering something. He tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

"Latavius!" Alex called out. He jiggled the doorknob. He looked around and grabbed a butcher's knife from the kitchen before returning to the door. Alex kicked it once, but had no luck. He kicked it again, but still nothing. He backed up into the living room and then sprinted at the door. Alex threw all his weight into the door, using his shoulder as the battering ram. He was able to knock it off the hinges, sliding down the stairs on the door.

He eventually crashed into the wall, still holding the knife. He looked around and saw that no one was in the basement except for Catherine who was on the ground with a small puddle of blood near her head.

"No no no." Alex said as he ran over to her body and dropped to his knees. He lifted her up and saw a bloody wound on the side of her head. "Catherine?" he asked. He put two fingers on her wrist and felt a pulse. He took a deep breath and was about to give her mouth to mouth when she coughed in his face. He closed his eyes and acted disgusted while she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Sorry." she croaked out. Alex just shook his head and wiped the spit from his eye and flicked it off his hand.

"How did Latavius do this?" Alex asked as he looked around and saw the broken chair. He sighed and silently blamed himself, not keeping him tied up well enough.

"We'll get him don't worry." Catherine said as she pushed herself off of Alex to make herself stand up. Alex stood up with her and helped her up the steps.

"Add him to the list of people." Alex said with a small chuckle.


Latavius pushed open the door to his house, seeing it was just how he left. He had no mail though, his phone was empty of any messages or missed calls. No one even came by to check on him. He bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

"There you are nigga." someone said, from the back of his house. Latavius picked up a bat he kept by the door and held it up.

"Who the fuck is that?" Latavius asked.

"You mean to tell me you don't remember little old me?" Maddog asked as he walked out from the darkness in the back. He smiled at Latavius whose face was filled with confusion.

"How did you…" Latavius couldn't even finish the sentence.

"I broke out nigga. Use that brain God gifted you with. Now answer me this, who fucked up yo face." Maddog said as he got extremely close to Latavius. Latavius backed away and forgot about the beating Alex delivered. His arm and legs still felt like they had been broken but if he walked here they would be fine in time… though he did limp here.

"Someone worthless bitch. Imma stomp him when I recover." Latavius said as he finally turned the light on and sat down on the couch. Maddog flopped down next to him and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

"What about you and… uh… Big Reg." Maddog said, saying Reg's name in disgust.

"Fuck that fool. Didn't even bother to come back fo me after Alex took me hostage." Latavius said.

"Yo that white boy did this to you?" Maddog asked, sitting up straight now and looking at Latavius. He nodded his head but then shook it a moment after.

"I'm not worried about him. He wants Reg dead. I'll let him do that then I'll kill him." Latavius said.

"Or we kill both. We get the satisfaction of it. Who you think is more of a threat?" Maddog asked as he stood up, Latavius realizing he was wearing his clothes. He smiled and let out a small laugh.

"Reg. He got the manpower, and money. Alex ain't got shit." Latavius said. Maddog nodded at this and grabbed the bat from Latavius. He looked at a potted plant Latavius had in his house and aimed the bat at it. He took a warm up swing before actually swinging, shattering the pot.

"Alright, we hittin' Reg hard then. Everyone one of his men in the ground. Then we build the Families up again. The two of us running the show. Doesn't that sound nice? L and M leading the F's. We got this shit." Maddog said smiling at Latavius who smiled back at him.


Tank was sleeping in the bed of the pickup truck, Mitchell giving him a spare blanket and pillow to use since he had nowhere else to go. He had buried Allen's body, not wanting it to rot out in the open. Leo walked up the block, stopping at Mitchell's fence where he saw Tank in the truck.

"Man what the fuck is this nigga doin'?" Leo asked himself. He walked through the fence gate and banged on the side of the truck, causing Tank to jump up and look around. He saw Leo and nodded his head but Leo just stared at him.

"What's up Leo?" Tank asked, hopping over the side of the truck so he was standing next to Leo.

"I talked to Alex about you." Leo said, looking at the ground and folding up his arms.

"What he say?" Tank asked, preparing for the worst. Leo sighed and slapped Tank on the shoulder.

"He wants you to work with us. Wants to see you prove what you preach. But man I swear if I catch a wiff of some fishy business I'll put a bullet right in your back." Leo said. Tank's smile reached ear to ear as he slapped Leo's back.

"Thank you my nigga. I can't thank you enough. I will prove myself don't worry. Shit's gonna be way different now I promise. You can trust me." Tank said. Leo shook his head, not sure whether this was a good idea or not. He walked away as Tank climbed back into the bed of the truck, and leaned against it.


"I'm here with the man who has taken over City Hall. He agreed to giving us a private interview as long as we stick to his terms. People of Los Santos, here he is, the man called Big Reg." a news reporter said looking into a camera. Reg stood next to him, rubbing his hands together and smiling.

"Hello to all the people I am now in charge of." Reg said, staring into the camera. The reporter seemed to believe Reg was full of shit, rolling his eyes at the statement. Reg noted this but didn't act on it… yet.

"What caused you to do such a thing? Taking hostage most of the police force and people present during the tour of City Hall for the men running for Mayor." the news reporter asked. Reg looked at him and smiled again.

"'Cause I wanted to. Plain as that dog. I do what I want now that I'm the fuckin' boss!" Reg said.

"What makes you think you won't be stopped?" the news reporter now asked him. Reg looked at him a serious look in his eye.

"I prove my strength that's why. I took down the police force bitch. And I'll prove it again." Reg said, snapping his fingers. Multiple men surrounded the reporter and cameraman. They began to beat down the camera man, causing the camera to fall to the ground, smashing it. They continued to beat him down while Reg grabbed the reporter and dragged him inside.

As he dragged him through the halls, Frank's screams could be heard all over the building. He continued to drag the man into his office and threw him on the ground, picking the revolver up off of his desk. One of his men opened the closet door, giving Emma and Jordan the first light they've seen in two days.

"This is setting an example." Reg said. He pushed the reporter right in front of the two, him staring into their eyes. Emma and Jordan could see the fear the man had. "Our friend even pissed his fucking pants!" Reg pointed out. He put the revolver to the back of the man's head, and fired it. Blood and brain flew out, hitting Jordan and Emma, covering them in the mess.

"Oh my god." Emma said around the piece of cloth around her mouth. The man's dropped to the ground, what was left of his head was barely anything. Reg smiled down at them and turned around but then stopped in his tracks.

"I've got an idea." Reg said. "I'm tired of waitin' for shit. Killing people makes a point." He turned around and looked at the two, holding the revolver up. He pointed it at Jordan, who was picked up by his men and pulled out of the closet.

"No no no." Jordan said around the gag. Reg squatted getting face to face with the politician and smiled.

"Your time is up Mr. Ferris." Reg said, holding the revolver in his face.