Mai

Victor Charlie

Mai kept a couple of guns stashed in the car. She had an HK14 in the trunk and a Hawk MM-1MGL Grenade launcher. She spotted several cars coming. Romeo came out carrying a Remington 870. TV carried a Smith & Wesson M76. He grinned. "My grandpa used this in Nam against Nguyễn Hữu An. Smoked NVA and the Chinese."

Cherry carried a Mark-12. T Mart had a SR-25 Rifle while Gina had two Mac-10's. Baby Face had an AK-47. Along with them, there was three Da Nang Boyz, the first had a pair of baggy blue jeans, a Liberty City Penetrators jersey, a green Corkers hat on backwards plus an orange bandanna under that, and he had a Desert Eagle. The second wore a black t shirt and beige khakis and a black do rag. He carried an Uzi. The third was bald and wore sunglasses plus a dark blue t shirt. His hat was a summer green Fueds hat and over that he wore a black varsity jacket. He carried an MP5. Mai got her weapons from the trunk. They all had vests on.

"Oh shit! It's the Dumb Nam boys! Vamanos!" Yelled a Vago wearing a gold jersey with the number 13 on it, plus a light blue bandanna around his shaved head as he went for his pistol. Mai fired the H&K letting the ese have it with five rounds in the thighs two in the left three in the right. As he fell over, crying out in pain, she let him have four more in the heart.

"You fucking Va Ho's are going down!" Yelled T Mart as he let a chola wearing a brownish yellow checkered shirt with light brown hair have six rounds in the chest the sixth blasting her right nipple off. "It's an Asian invasion, bitches! Bow down!"

A cholo in a Pounders cap with a yellow checkered shirt and slicked back hair and a mustache yelled, "Chinga tu madre! East Side Vagos don't bow to nobody homes!" He let six rounds off and hit one of the three Da Nang Boyz, the one in the orange bandanna and most hit him in the vest but one did graze his left arm. TV yelled, "YOU WILL BOW! NOT JUST BECAUSE IT'S RESPECTFUL BUT BECAUSE WE ARE YOUR NEW DADDIES!" He let the cholo have five rounds from his S&W and as the gang member collapsed falling against his gold Tornado, a sixth round hit him in the upper lip.

"Fuck, ese, it's like Vietnam all over again! Didn't my abuelo kill enough of you fucking zipperheads?!" Cried a veterano with a shaved head in his thirties who wore a gray wife beater and blue jeans plus a gray bandanna around his neck as he fired a Mini Uzi at them as he exited his home. "Fuck off back to Tijuana you fucking wetbacks! Your mothers sucking off gringos just so she can get back in!" Screamed Baby Face as he let a seventeen round burst at a cholo of about twenty years turning the man to swiss cheese. "Fuck you, maricon! San Andreas is part of Mexico!"

"It USED to be Mexico!" Shouted Baby Face from cover of a wooden fence as he fired blindly around the side. "It was never Vietnam you fucking needle dick gook!" Mai put a stop to the gang members insults as she fired five rounds into his waist. As the man fell on his back, she put a few more into his head via his chin.

"We just want our homeboy!" Yelled Romeo. "Let him go and we won't turn your whole fucking hood into a wasteland!" A woman of Salvadoran descent fired from inside the house letting off an automatic and she hit and wounded the gang member who wore a do-rag. "Come and get him, motherfuckers! You'll be lucky if there';sa anything left of him once we're done!"

Mai got to the side of the house and the DNB member with the Uzi fired hitting the woman through the glass with at least twenty rounds in the chest. Mai grabbed a piece of glass and held it up to the window to see the reflection inside and she spotted at least three shooters that werevisible from the refletion. A gunshot was fired however and the piece of glass shattered and cut her hand. "FUCK!" She cried out.

Romeo fired inside hitting a twenty one year old Vago in the face. The blast took the man's jaw off blasting bits of skull out as it opened his face up.

Some Vagos were firing from across the street. A Vago carrying an AK-47 hit Mai with nine rounds and she fell over in the glass cutting the side of her face. Gina unloaded on the cholo who had done this hitting the man twice in the chest and once in the head. She swept the SMG's around and nailed two more East Side Vagos one a man in his early twenties, the other, a man in his late twenties. She hit te first in the stomach and chest the second she hit in the chest and as he fell down, the back and the base of his skull.

Cherry unloaded her weapon on a carload of Vagos who were trying to do a drive-by. She killed the driver and one of the passengers in the black Glendale but there was two more in the car and their automatic rounds hit the wounded DNB gang member with the Uzi in the back. The Asian gang member fell over and had nine rounds in the back. Four more bullets hit him in the back of the neck.

Cherry got to cover and reloaded. Baby Face took ten rounds in the stomach from a cholo with a handgun an TV unloaded on that cholo before he could kill his homie. T Mart unloaded his weapon on two cholos who were driving by in a yellow Tornado. He had wounded the passenger and killed the driver but return fire had hit him with three Uzi rounds on in the left hip one in the right arm and one in the right shin. Romeo went to the back of the house and three Vagos came from around back. The DNB gang member who had the Desert Eagle fired and hit one of the Vagos in the chest. He fired a second round and hit another cholo twice in the stomach and as the man fell to his knees he fired blasting the man's nose off as the powerful slug hit him in the face and blood sprayed all over his homie. Romeo fired his shotgun hitting the cholo in the waist.

As the cholo fell over crying out in pain and coughed up blood. Romeo was about to fire a kill shot but he dropped the weapon as he took two rounds from a Vago inside the house firing an M4 and two rounds went through Romeo's right shoulder. Mai's Assault Rifle clicked empty so she quickly snatched up the shotgun just as the wounded cholo was trying to reach for a sidearm. The DNB with the .50 fired hitting the cholo with the Assault Rifle in the neck. Mai put the hot shotgun barrel to his mouth. "You know why Kurt Cobain stopped doing press conferences?" The gang member howled as the barrel burned his right cheek. "He was always shooting his mouth off," She said and pulled the trigger blowing his head off. The blast split his skull and she watched gray matter and skull fragments burst from the top of his destroyed head and his blood spattered all over the Asian American woman's cheeks. Like a barbarian warrior covered in their enemies blood, she was unfazed by this. She handed Romeo his weapon back and reloaded hers.

The DNB member tried to kick in the door and he fired his Desert Eagle at the locked door only to blast the door knob off. He tried a back window. "Fucking Va Ho bitches! You think you can green light the homies on the yard? Fuck you! We're green lighting you motherfuckers! You..." His sentence was cut short as a round from inside hit him in the forehead. He collapsed in the yard. "Motherfucker! They killed Jay!" He smashed the window out with his shotgun and let off a blast.

Just then, Cherry came running around. "Hey, we can't get inside but I can see Keo is closer to the front door than back here,"

Mai nodded. "Leave that to me. Get clear!" They did and she fired a blast at the wall. The blast was deafaning and she was thrown back. The smell of smoke filled her lungs and as she got up with ears ringing, she saw the remains of what had been two Vagos defending the back a blown off leg lay next to the fridge. She readied her freshly reloaded Assault Rifle and she saw three Vagos guarding a wounded Asian gang member who wore a dark green t shirt caked in dark red blood. He had a a swollen face and a bloody nose and lips. He was so badly beaten she couldn't tell what he would normally look like. She took the three Vagos out with well aimed head shots. She then helped the wounded man up after untying him and he could barely walk. "Shit he's fucked up. Keo, hold on bro," Romeo told him and he carried his homie. They went back out through the front unlocking it and Romeo put the wounded banger in the car. "They tried...to get me to tell where our stash spots werebro...I aint say shit..." The Laotian gangster said.

The dude was tiny. He looked five three or five four at most. But he had survived a savage beating that would have probably killed somebody else. She saw three more vehicles coming at them. She fired her grenade launcher at them and the blasts took out the three Vago lowriders killing six more of them. "You did good, girl! Now just get outta here! I'll make sure you get paid good for this! We gotta get my boy some help!" Called Romeo. Cherry and Gina waved at her. A far cry from the catty judgemental female on female judgement from before. "Thanks," Gina said. "Yeah you're a down ass homegirl," Cherry added."

Mai nodded. "Don't mention it."

She got into her car and tore out oft there.

Ivan

1989

Moscow

The nineteen year old was angry. "So I can;t even go back home?! I can;t go back to get my dad out of custody and avenge my mom? What's the point of all this preparation if it was all for nothing? The Soviet Union is going to fall and there's nothing we can do?! Maybe I should have found out who I really am BEFORE. Then we might have had a chance. I could have started getting trained as young as they did!"

Gabriel, his handler, was an older Caucasian man. He had served in World War II. He had been the handlers for his mother and father too. A life long KGB agent. That wasn't what had infuriated him. Up until he started to figure out who he really was back in 1983, he had believed Gabriel to be his grandfather but he wasn't. In reality, his grandfather on his father's side had fought alongside Gabriel in World War II and had been killed fighting Germans. His grandfather on his mother's side had died during World War II. He had been shot as a deserter.

"I understand your anger, son. But you knew what you were getting into. Remember, you helped them do what they were trying to do. They were not sanctioned to do that. They knew how close this war is to being over so they acted on emotion. Something a good agent never does. If it wasn't for Mikhail being caught by the United States, he would have been killed by the center. They placed us in serious danger."

"That's another thing. My whole fucking life I believed I was named John my mom was Elizabeth and my dad was Phillip. Then I find out dad's real name is Mikhail and my mom's name is Nadezhda. I wouldn't have been able to even say those names six years ago."

"Your response may be justified but your emotions are delayed. The time to act out was when you were still a child. When you found out. But you are a man now. For six years you tried to get to this point. Everything you learned and everything you were trained to do was to bring you here."

"Yeah you know the difference, 'grandpa'? My mom hadn't been gunned down by the capitol police. That's the difference. I never asked for any of this. I was normal. I had a normal life. Next thing I know i'm not even American."

"You were born there. That was no lie,"

"You know what I mean. I'm only first generation American. Born to illegal immigrants. People who killed for a living."

"They were patriots. We may never be able to save your father. If we did and that is a big if, he would have to live somewhere far away. Not America and not Russia. Someplace like Cuba or Panama. It's a long way away but at least he'd be alive and free."

"There's not even going to be any Soviet Union to save though right? So what was the point of all this?"

"Ivan..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! THAT'S NOT MY NAME! I SHOULDN'T EVEN GO RESCUE PHILLIP! OH EXCUSE ME I MEANT MIKHAIL! I SHOULD LET HIM ROT! HE GOT MOM KILLED!"

"Keep your voice down... now listen...the country might dissolve. Maybe it won't. Until it days, our loyalty is all that saves us."

"And you think the way people are living out here is the way to live? You really think that? Working in salt mines? Not owning anything? No religion? And no toilet paper on top of that!"

"First of all, we're KGB. We have access to what a lot of people do not. Secondly, even if the USSR does fall, this will still be Russia and I will still be a patriot. And so should you. This is your motherland. Your fatherland. As for what patriots like us have that the common people do not, I am not going to deny there are some who are flawed. Part of where our country went wrong was when we listened to Stalin more than Lenin. But the answer is not to turn to the western way of life. Sometimes the hard thing about being a patriot and the most testing thing about it is knowing your country is not what it should be but sticking it out anyway because you know it could be better. I always heard about the American dream. What about the Russian dream? The Chinese dream? The Cuban dream? The Bolivian dream and Angolan dream?"

Ivan looked at the bald man. "I just wanted a normal life. I didn't want this."

"Of course you didn't. But the time for childish things is over. You have a duty as a man not only to your country but the world. And what I've said here about this country? This stays between us. I will help you do your job. What you were trained to do. If you don't want to help your father escape custody then do thisfor yourself. Or even if you do. Above all, do this for yourself and your country. I get that you love America. But don't you think it's unfair that people over there live in luxury? While people over here are freezing and starving to death?"

"There are people back home freezing and starving too."

"Yes but they have homeless shelters and soup kitchens. And toilet paper. What do the families out of work have here? America has a pretention of being better than everybody else because we all immigrate there and they don't have to come here. But what they don't tell you is that even in your own country you're never free from the long cold arm of American imperialism.,"

Ivan looked at him and said, "What about the Eastern bloc? All these countries we forced to join the USSR?"

"Maybe it wasn't justified. I can admit this. But can you say America is not guilty of the same thing for what they did in South Africa? For what they did in Central America? You saw your father help a South African freedom fighter kill a member of the Apartheid government. He was Umkhonto we Sizwe. Spear of the nation. You thought that was horrifying, yes? Imagine what the people in his country went through long before, during and after that. The Sharpeville Massacre, the shooting at the Soweto township. America is evil, too. We are TRYING, Ivan. But change doesn't come easy. It takes blood and sweat and tears. Your sister was a pacifist. That is her way. That is not your way. You are a fighter."

"I'll try..." He said. "But i don't believe in any of this...I'm just being honest. You said this conversation is between us. And I know you could get into trouble if you were to say anything that could be seen as unpatriotic. But that's another thing wrong with this too. It's all wrong. Their country is wrong but if ours is too...we don't even have free speech."

"I know. But the closer we get to becoming Westernized, the more we;'re going to become more like the USA. you think they don't censor free speech? You have a lot to learn, boychik. I will teach you everything you need to know. But first, how well is your Russian? How well did your parents teach you?"

"I can speak a little. Some sentences here and there. They were teaching me more how to shoot."

"Then that is something else we need to get you better at. This is your home now."

2013

Ivan sat on Sugar's couch telling her the story of what had happened when he first got to Moscow. "It took a long time for me to get to the point where I am now...to think the way I do today..." She listened to him. "I still don't know if it's right. There is no KGB anymore. There's no more war to fight. So as much as I try and believe in the revolution, I'm not sure I do anymore. I'm not even sure my father does. Wherever he is. How would he be able to? He's probably at some black site base rotting in a dungeon somewhere. Just like the kind of dungeon they put him in before..."

The Russian's eyes were filled with grief and pain. "He should have been released after two years. When the war ended but that's not how the US does things. They expect their prisoners and citizens returned but they don't show the same courtesy. So after twenty four years what man would be able to withstand torture? At least I know he wouldn't be the same. They broke him. But there's no point. It isn't like the war on terrorism. There's no information to give. If it was a matter of wanting dirt on the current Moscow government, he is not privy to that information."

Sugar listened to him and then asked, "Were you two close?" He nodded. "We were. Same with my mother."

He pulled out a piture of the two of them smiling. It was taken in the 60's when they first married. "That's them. I don't even know what he'll look like now. He's got to be in his 60's by now."

"I never knew my dad to be honest with you...so I feel you there. He split. I used to count the days he'd been gone until there was too many to count. Mama must have thought he would come back too."

"I'm sorry to hear that. This can't be easy. I at least knew my parents through my childhood. I think we both need closure. Is that...why you joined the Ballas? If you don't mind me asking?"

She sighed. "I used to...have a son.. used to be a working girl on the streets. I'm lucky I never caught nothing. I always made sure people wore a rubber. But a lot of times, I'd have to go into hostile hoods. I remember one time, I had to go to Chamberlain Hills. But I had my son with me. It wasn't like I left him for long. I wasn't there to fuck. A CGF guy owed me some money. I left my son outside cause there were some other kids playing...I came back downstairs when I heard gunshots and I just thought...just niggas shooting each other as usual. But then I saw my baby...covered in a pool of blood...and there was an older woman screaming where is his mother?"

She was in tears. "Where was his mother?" He hugged her and she sobbed. She brushed the tears away. "So that was why I got down with OCB. Leondre...he helped me..he looked after me without expecting sex. And he told me I could get revenge on the niggas that killed Javonte.. CGF didn't care. They only cared that one of their homies got blasted on too. They went shooting at Carson niggas that night but they aint hit nobody."

"I'm kind of glad they can't shoot. A lot of LS gangsters in general, I mean. I might be dead if they could,"

"Yeah me too," She said, a smile crossing on her face. She then asked, "Hey, what does that term I keep hearing in Russian mean? Chi..."

"Chernozhopyi. It means black assed. Grisha is just a fucking asshole."

She chuckled. "Yeah he seems like he is. But he aint wrong. My ass is black and beautiful. You wanna see?"

He was taken aback by the question. "What?" She told him, "Shhh...let's not talk."

She kissed him and his eyes widened as her soft wet lips met his. She tasted like raspberries. He kissed her back as it had been a while since he'd gotten with anybody that wasn't a stripper. He kissed her fully on the lips and she crawled onto his lap, the Russian already becoming erect. He put his hands down her back as their tongues met, exploring each other. His hands moved up the violent shirt revealing her caramel colored skin. He got her shirt up past her head moving it up to her bra which was black and lacy. He had been with many women in his life in both America and Russia but he'd never been with a woman that looked like her before.

She pulled his black jacket off and lifted up the man's own shirt. He kissed down her neck as she undressed him and herself. He took her jean shorts down removing them down to her panties and he pulled the back down to see her luscious round bottom. "Yes...it is nice..." Her lips curved into a smile. "Told ya."

She kissed him again and he lowered his mouth down to her bra moving the cups aside to reveal her cocoa colored breasts. He began to kiss the flesh of her fatty breasts and his tongue flicked down to her nipples causing her areolas to become erect with arousal. He took them in her mouth and she gasped at the sensation. "Mmmmmh...you like that chocolate, baby?" She purred as her breast found its way into his mouth and he tickled her flesh while carressing her right breast in his other hand. He moved her body upwards towards his face kissing down her stomach along her toned abs. She unleashed a sigh as he kissed her oval shaped navel and his lips kissed the exterrior while his tongue went inside of it. She was breathing harder with anticipation. her her mouth open looking up at the ceiling. He began to kiss lower down to her halfway off panties.

"Oh my goodness..." She said her eyes widening at that. "What's wrong?"

"Nobody's ever..."

He demanded with authority in his tone, "Say it."

"Eaten my pussy before..."

"Well that's not good. At all."

He began to make his way down kissing at her silky thighs and her eyes closed. She pushed him down and stradled him and continued to disrobe him the rest of the way. Soon he was only in black boxer briefs and she was kissing her way down his torso this time. The Russian closed his eyes as the woman's heart shaped lips kissed down to his waist line. She removed his boxers and began to suck him off. Her mouth providing lubricant on his exposed helmet his flaccid member began to harder as she moved her mouth slowly up and down.

He asked her, "You...don't want me to do the same to you?"

"I'm..a little nervous about it..." She admitted. "That it'll feel weird..."

"It won't."

She nodded bravely. Though she was no virgin to sex or even oral she had never had it done on her. This was a first. She said, "Let's go to the bedroom..."

He grabbed her and lifted her up. The ebony woman squealed in surprise with a smile as he carried her to her bed. They turned sideways so that they could perform oral on each other. She began to suck him off taking his large member in her mouth about halfway. He began to lick at her folds. She hummed against his cock as her lips shined the shaft providing sensation. His tongue probed into her wet opening and he saw her clit was swollen and ready for him. He licked her up to her clitoris and he massaged her pedals. She moaned against his dick. The sensation in his tip was strong so he couldn't help it. He thrust into her mouth a bit. She seemed to gag for a second but she gained control for a bit and she removed him from her mouth as her eyes welled with tears and she ran her tongue along the tip and licked down to th shaft. "Fuck..."

"You like that, baby?" She said with a wicked smile. Her mouth then opened and her eyes closed, "Oh...!" She gasped as his fingers stimulated her clit and his tongue went deeper into her hole tasting her. She rolled her eyes back into her head as he licked up her labia. His pinky fingered her perinium and she hummed against him. She jerked him off as she sucked him.

She sucked down as far as she could take him taking about six of the eight and a half inches down. She took him down further trying to take the entire eight. She managed to get down to the base but he was testing her gag reflexes. She fought for control of the reflexes. She moved back up his shaft. Meanwhile, his tongue explored deeper into her wet entrance tasting her juices as he fingered her. "Fuck..." He gasped. She let out a high whimper against his cock as his thumb toyed with her pernium and into her ass, He eyes rolled back in her head and she then closed them as she sucked him off the soundxs of her hums against his penis as well as the sound of her lips sliding saliva over the flesh as she blew him.

She pulled him from her mouth and continued stroking him as she moved down with her tongue licking around and down and she goit to his balls taking them in her mouth as she licked the,m. She smiled devilishy, "I like balls..."

She took his back in her mouth and even began to suck on them and he felt a sting as her teeth sunk into them but the pain was soon taken away by the pleasure. He went back to licking her cunt as she did this and she pulled on his sack with her lips and gently but firmly with her teeth a train of her saliva across the hair. She went back to sucking him his cock back in her mouth. He thought he might blow soon so he tried to focus on her. Finally he did lose control. "I'm going to..."

He pulled out of her mouth but she grabbed it again and said, "It's ok...just relax...let mama take care of you, daddy..." He wasn't used to being talked to like that and he didn't quite understand why blacks called each other mama and daddy and Mexicans called each other mami and papi but coming from her it was incredibly sexy. She said, "Just hold on..." She said with a purr and she began to suck him off more ferociously and she slobbered on him as she sucked. He finally blasted and she kept him in her mouth and she kept sucking taking the sperm on her tongue and her lips. Even as it dripped down to her chin she kept licking.

"Fuck..." He gasped...she smiled down at him her eyebrows raising with seduction at him. "Come here," He told her and she cried out in surprise. "Boy, what you doing?" He told her, "Giving you a mustache ride," She squealed and he had her sit on his face as he continued to eat her out. "Oh fuck...baby..."

She undid her ponytail and her long black hair fell over her face. He instructed her with his hands to start riding his face the way she would his manhood. She did, moaning as she grinded against him and his mouth hummed against her pussy. "Ivan..." She gasped as her hips grinded on his face, his tongue teasing her clitoris. "Uhh..."

He spanked her as he ate her and he began to finger her deeper his fingers tapping against the sponge inside her tapping her spot. "FUCK!" She cried as she had a clitoral orgasm. She took a minute to catch her breath. He still lapped away at her cunt. Her noises were getting him hard again. She grabbed his manhood demanding, "Fuck me..."

She lowered herself onto him and began to ride him taking his inches up into her slowly at first and only the first few inches. "Whooooo..." She gasped trying to get used to the size. "Am I hurting you?"

She nodded but said, "It's okay...it's just been a while..." She then smiled and said, "I guess it's true what they say about Russians.." She said her eyes widening with a smile. She began to gyrate on him circling her hips as she rode his cock. He realized they were not using protetion. She had said that she had never gotten an STD which was lucky for a hooker which made him wonder why she hadn't insisted her wear a condom. Then again if he was going to be paranoid about STD's the time for that would have been before they'd gotten hot and heavy and done as much as they had. His intuition normally served him well.

"Does it still hurt?" She answered in a higher pitch than the last time she spoke, "No...!" She began to move faster grinding on his cock as she got used to the feeling. He loved the smell of her, of the room that musky smell. He took her right breast in his mouth and carressed the left. "Ohh...shit..." She whimpered as he drove into her. He spanked her again and she yelped as he penetrated deeper. She circled in bigger strokes as she rode his baloney pony. He drove up deeper into her tight entrance. She grinned wickedly as she began to bounce. "We should have...done this...sooner..." She said between breaths. "I saw the way you be looking at me..."

He bit down on her nipples just a little bit not out of rage but of lust. His manhood drove deeper into her pink and he felt himself ramming into her g spot. He put his hands on her hips as she switched between bouncing up and down and circlular rotating. He began to finger her as he drove up into her and this caused the ebony woman to raise her pitch an octave. His other hand was on her hip. She took his fingers and began to suck on them tasting herself and she then made him place his hands on her breasts, enjoying as he squeezed it. He increased the speed as he thrust into her her vaginal canal able to accomodate more of him. "Fuck...you're so deep...so hard..."

He rotated his thrusts to match with her circular motion. His fingers stroked her clit as he kept fucking her. "Say something in Russian..." She ordered. "I don't care what."

"Mne pora drochit'? Khochesh' byt' moey blyadoshkoy? "

She closed her eyes.. "Yeah that's it..."

She began to bounce faster and harder on him and he thrust hard into her to meet her speed. "Podi ku'evo?"

(It's good isn't it?)

He drove up into her more and her breasts bounced as she moved up and down on his hard member and she was slick with arousal as ever and she started to finger herself as well as she rode him. He put his fingers back into her and she guided his fingers to how she wanted it done. She kissed him again as her pussy and ass bounded off him her lips smacking into his and her tongue kept his busy as she hummed against his mouth and he slammed up into her ramming into her g spot.

Soon, he could feel her walls start to tight and she grew wetter. "I think I'm gonna come baby...oh shit.,...oh fuck! It's in my stomach...it's in my stomach, baby!" She closed her eyes as she took his manhood into her and he grinned at the exaggeration but maybe he was really the biggest she'd ever been with. Even as hard as that was to believe for an ex prostitute. He took his mind off that choosing to not judge her for her past as she was not judging his. "Ivan...I'm close..."

He rubbed against her clit and he hammered against her g spot and her voice got higher and she yelped, "Oh shit! Baby! Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHHH!" She wailed as she came her juices all over his cock as her walls tightened up on his manhood. She rode out the wave of it as her sweat soaked body slowed down. But he had not finished yet. He drove up faster into her and she screamed, "OH SHIT!" Her eyes bulged out and he pulled her closer. He got on top this time pounding her.

Her breasts made a bouncing sound as they slapped around gravity and physics as hard at work as the two lovers driving their genitals together like animals in heat. He lifted her legs up as he pounded her and she cried, "Ohhh shit.,..I don't think I can take it...oh fuck.,..." He slowed to a stop asking, "You wanna stop?"

She breathed catching her breath and then said, "No...my mama aint raise no punk bitch," She pulled him in for a kiss and then she began to trust up into him all though he was in more control now and he continued to penetrate into her soaking wet throbbing hole his girth and length stretching and testing her walls as he went deeper into her. Soon as he penetrated her, he was starting to go balls deep and he hit her g spot deep. She sounded like she was not far from another orgasm. He looked at the horny girl under him her sweat soaked body under his her breasts pounding her bubble butt just under her pretty pussy moving up and down as she grinded up into him.

Her love cries music to his ears. He finally lost control pulling out. He ejaculated and it landed on her stomac, the bottom parts of her breasts and the top part of her thighs. They cleaned up and she lay with him catching her breat., She nudged him. "Don't fall asleep yet...I need round two soon..."

He chuckled. "Shit, woman. I am an old man. You trying to kill me?"

She smiled saying, "You aint that old. You aint turned gray down there yet," She kissed him. "Besides, you're making me tired but I'm still feeling energized so you gotta put me out to earn a nap," He kissed her back.

He was glad that tis was what the two of them were doing. He would rather be with her any day for free than to do any job for Ballas no matter how much money they offered.

Paul

The Red Road

2011

Teranto, Canada

He had been asked to run a shipment of Colombian snow across the border. He had crossed at the Akwe crossing. He'd gotten it from the Puerto Ricans in the Bohan of course. Things just weren't the same with Elizabeta Torres behind bars but ever since she went inside, Hector had taken over. Now he was bringing snow back to his old homeboys from back in the day. Despite leaving Canada after what happened, he still kept in contact with his old friends from Ontario Six nations and Teranto Canada. He couldn't go back to Kahnawake to the east and he had snuck in through Akwe which was between that and Six Nations to the west.

He pulled up to the Red Warriors club house. He wore a plain white t shirt and baggy jeans. He pulled up to their spot on windmill street getting out. He knocked on the door. "Who the fuck is it?!" Demanded a deep voice inside. "It's Iorakote, man. Open up!"

"Bullshit. Iorakote's in Liberty City!"

"Little Joe open the fucking door. I know that's you. I don't know why you're being stupid in there."

The door opened and a scrawny first nations kid with slanted eyes and shaggy brown hair and dark brown skin opened the door. "What the fuck! He's back!" A grin spread on the youth's face. He wore a Toronto baseball cap. Little Joe was a Cree Indian, specifically of the Moose Bay Cree. He called to his older brother, "Chogan! Tet in here! Iorakote's back!"

A medium build Native man of similiar skin tone but shortewrr hair than Little Joe came in. His name was Chogan Fremont. "Iorakote... Tansi?

(How are you)

Paul replied, "Good. Kiya maka?"

(And how are you?

Paul spoke mostly Kanienkeha and English but he knew some words from other tribes too he had even learn very few French words since the Cree had been a tribe in contact with the French more while the Mohawk had been with the English and Dutch. I'm fucking cool. What are you ding back, skin?"

"Hey you know I'm still repping the R Dub, man. Nothing's changed about that. We might be separated by miles, and even a border but this is a brotherhood for life, man. And I brought you guys a little something something so we can make money om the streets."

"You expect to be paid for that, right? Cause I mean you didn't even tell us you was dropping in cause even if I had the money to buy whatever you got, I would have needed some time to piut it together. Things aint easy out here."

"Goddamn man, it's fucking Canada how hard can it be? It aint like Liberty."

"Yeah but that's only if you're a paleskin. Out here, rez boys aint got it easy. Or have you been down in the Statue of happiness too long?"

Little Joe stated, "Nah he's a Kahnawake boy."

"Still. Canada'd your land, boy. You aint from the southern part of the land. You're from up here. And we survived coming up, together."

Chogan and Little Joe had come from a broken home on the rez and had ended up having to be homeles on the streets on their own. As bad as Pal's childhood wqas it could have been worse. They'd gone through the foster system and Little Joe had been molested by a white foster parent. He'd escaped and they'd lived on the streets for three years hustling. That was how they joined the Red Warriors. Chogan had been molested too but he would never talk about it. He had gone back and killed the man who had done it caving his head in with a baseball bat.

They were technically wards of the government but they had avoided the law, both tribal and the crown and had hid out with different homies grinding till they got enough cash to get their own place. "Well it's not for sale. It's just yours to keep. I brought a pound up for you to sell on the streets. Sell it to those fucking college boys trying tro snag our sisters up ithat get off the rez and go to city colleges. Then when they try and get their pink dicks hard, they can't get it up."

Chogan laughed. "Man, this guy's stiull funny as ever. You sure yowon't get in trouble with the Puerto Ricans for this shit?"

Paul shook his head. "Since things have been so good they gave me one for sale or personal use . That's not normal but I don't look a gift horse in its mouth. All I need is 20% of this shit for hauling my red ass across the border but I'm happy to help my old brothers out."

"Hey I appreciate that," Chogan said. "Speaking of brothers, where's that crazy Indian, Vincent Windstorm? He still doing that biker dream or what?"

"He's off in the war, enit. He'll be back. If some religious fanatic doesn't hit him with an IED."

Chogan opened a beer and offered hm one. HE declined but he gave one to Little Joe. "You mean kinda like they knocked Love JMedia towers down, enit? Geez and you crazy Mohawk bastards worked so hard to build that shit."

"Yup. My grandfather god rest his soul. Never got to meet him," Paul said.

"Ya hey," Little Joe said and then put on a fake British accent. "These blasts...too accurate for sand people..."

The three Indians laughed at this. "So why's business bad? Talk to me," Paul said. "Well...it's like this...remember Ace?"

"Yeah..."

"The Mad Dogz got into it with him, man. They shot him. Put him in the hospital. He aint doing well. Shot him three days ago. We gotta level the playing field around here, man."

"So what are you thinking? An ambush?"

"Yeah something like that/"

Little Joe picked up a 9mm from a desk. "We're going after the Mad Dogz. They shot a guy from the Tribal Syndicate thinking it was us. Now I don't want to avenge those bitches but they basically laid them out just because they were wearing the same colors we do. They were allies with each other before that but now they're beefing. So we can go the Mad Dogz and have them think it was them."

"Why not just take out both gangs for good? This aint like the states. Canadian gangs are a lot smaller. We could do it."

"Yeah I know," Chogan stated. "But that'll take some time. I got an idea though. Come on. We can walk and talk."

They went outside. It was starting to snow. Chogan had a beat up old 84' Washington. They got in and Chogan began to drive. The song Concrete Soldier by Litefoot blasted as the three first nations gang members drove through the city. "Yo where we headed?" Asked Paul. "Victoria Park. Mad Dogz got turf around there. We gotta put these little bitches in the dirt. Only we need to take sdvantage of the fact that they hate the TS and we got the same colors."

Joe began loading up his pistol and he passed one to Paul. "Thing about these guys, P, they think they can push us around. Cause out in Manitoba we kick their asses. Same with Saskatchewan. But out here guys like us are getting fucked with. But we're Warriors, dude. We don't let anybody fuck with us. Ever. Shit aint the same now. You got Africans you even got Arab gangs. And Asians want a slice of the pie."

"Yeah but aint that what's been going on anyway for a while? This is Eastern Canada, bro,"

"Yeah but we're from Central and we're used to running shit. It's Cree land. And yours oviously. Point is just like you're home whether you're in Liberty or Quebec or Ontario, me I'm at home whether I'm in Alberta, Quebec, Ontario, you name it."

"Yeah but is this all you got out here? I mean I know it's bigger out there in Sacajawea and Manitoba but shit you're expanding right and you know the area pretty well. How are you gonna hold it down out here when you're not that deep?"

"It's easy, boy. We got a few people here and there that are down. Actually all this time you been down in Liberty we got ourselves a homegirl from your people. I aint sure if she's from Royal Mountain or if she's from Ontario but she's down. Matter of fact, here she goes now. We're taking her along for this shit too."

They pulled up and a First Nations girl with light brown skin and her hair in two braids. She wore a navy blue sweater and blue jeans. She was scrawny but very beautiful. She had one slight scar on her right cheek however. "Hey what's up, Aila? This is Iorakote. Aila, Iorakote. Aila's a Mi'kmaq on her dads side but her mamas Kanienkehaka."

He nodded at her with a greeting, "Shekon," (Hello)

She replied, "Kwwe," (Hi)

"Oh nisa'tarò:ten?" He asked her. (What is your clan?)

She looked at him as she was passed a Glock 17 by Little Joe. "Wakenyáhten," She replied. (I am turtle clan)

She then asked., "What about you?"

"Wakhskaré:wake."

(I am bear clan)

All though clanhood went through the mother and his mother was not a Mohawk, he had been taken in by the bear clan.

"What are we doing after this?" Paul asked Chogan. "We're going after the Angels. They gotta know to not fuck with our brothers at Steel Mountain. The Mohawk woman looked at Paul with a smile. "Enhsheronhiá:kenhte,"

(You make them suffer)

He chuckled. " aia:wens,"

(Hope so)

"The homegirl has been down for like three years bro. She took that rush in like a g. She's down," Little Joe said.

"Getting jumped is one thing. Killing Kahontsi's is another."

"As long as they bleed like anybody else it's not a problem."

"Shit, thats another thing, I almost forgot. The Project Boyz are still around too," Chogan said. "Still? You guys didn't take care of them?"

"There's only like maybe twenty or so of us out here, man. We're gonna have to start reaching out to make more friends around here."

Paul said, "Maybe we can use that to our advantage., Divide and conquer."

They pulled up to an area that had housing projects. Three young Somalian men were hanging out on a corner. The first wore a white jacket and baggy blue jeans. The second wore a puffy black jacket and baggy jeans plus an earring in his left ear and he had an Afro. The third had his hair in cornrows. The four First Nations gangsters put black bandannas over their faces., "This is for our homeboy!" Yelled Little Joe as he fired his 9mm out the window. Seven shots were spit and three of them hit the gangster with the cornrows, two in the stomach one in the gut. The second took nine shots from Aila. Three in the right shoulder two in the chest, one on the stomach two in the neck and one in the head. Paul hit the last one with three shots. Carefully aimed rounds hit the guy in his heart. "He yelled, TS for life motherfuckers!"

They sped away and Chogan ordered, "All right, now we gotta hit up the Original Project Boyz. Those bitches have been trying to keep us from moving in too. The fuck, bro we been here for thousands of years and they wanna say this is their hood."

The original project boyz sometimes known as the Op Boyz by their own set short for Operations Boyz as they considered any petty crime to be a "Mission" as many dumb ass gangsters and hood rejects tended to. They called the Atticus Housing Projects their home. All though Chogan's pride would likely never allow him to admit it, their gang was older than most First Nations gangs that existed in the country even Indian Clique one of the oldest. All though in America,Chicano gangs were mostly older than black gangs, in Canada the Afro Canadian gangs were older than First Nations gangs.

"Yeah that's true," Little Joe said as he sparked up a joint and took a puff. "They started affiliating with the Ballas. What kind of shit is that? This aint the states," That was the thing that was 's gangs such as the Project Boyz, having started in the 80's to protect themselves from

"As much as I hate to say it, the LS gangs are gaining power everywhere. We need some allies out here. We got our cousins out there in Manitoba and Alberta but that doesn't do much good out here."

"Yeah well I'm way ahead of you on that," Chogan told her. "Much as I don't want to get our people in the cities or the rex mixed up in any cartel shit, we reached out to the Vagos. They're cool. They're having problems with the Ballas and the Families out here. They're trying to fight them as hard as they would down in Los Santos but there aint that many Latinos up here."

"They're not Latin, They're Raza, bro. They're from the same continent we are. Mexico is just south of the United States and we're north of it,"

"Whatever you know what I mean. Anyway, yeah, so we were cool with so,me Ballas before but they started to trip on us too. So now it's on with them. You got some skins around the way that wanna claim purple and green too but they're nothing but lil wannabes that can't be original, dude."

Little Joe told his older brother, "There it is. Pull up on Edinburgh Street," The older gangster sneered as Paul took a hit and passed it to Aila. "Yeah I live here too motherfucker I know where we're going,"

"Ace. Just pull up," Said Little Joe. They got out putting their bandannas on again. Chogan spotted a few guys out hustling and they had lit a can on fire to stay warm. "Those don't look like bangers to me," Paul said. "You sure they aint just homeless?"

"What is this, skid row? Of course they're not homeless. They're just pretending to be cause they know the cops won't sweat a bum as hard as he would a guy slinging dope. If you think about it, that's pretty smart. They can keep warm and avoid the RCMP," The Cree said.

"They don't even know what's coming" Aila whispered as the four stayed ducked down behind the Washington. Chogan popped the trunk of the Greenwood and retrieved a Rifle. She smirked upon seeing the Marlin Model 336. "Cho, that's your dad's gun, enit? You fuckin sav,"

"Hey, until we can get a better deal on firepower it's what I got. Besides, that fucker has more than one Rifle he barely uses this piece of shit anymore. He's got newer guns than this garbage. Besides, we don't gotta worry about serial numbers,"

Paul snuck a look over at the men on the corner. There was now four or five of them. Though the black population in Canada was small, smaller than the Asian and First Nation population, and most were more recent immigrants, a lot of the Afro Canadians who comprised of about 2% of the population, were descended from runaway slaves from the American south. Some had escaped to northern states like Liberty or Narragansetts but if men like Solomon Northup could be free men and still be kidnapped and enslaved as far south as Tunica Parish, Louisiana many saw even the north eastern united states as too risky to escape to and instead went to Canada.

"All right, Aila, you're up," She looked at him, her eyebrows twisting in confusion. "Why me?!Why can't we just go in blazing? I'm a Warrior my ass would be a sitting duck in front of them."

"They've got the corner on lock. The guys we see right there is just what we can see. They'll underestimate you cause you're a female, baby. That's just the name of the game," Little Joe said. Chogan added, "You're an Indian guys are just like the Frenchie white trash in Montreal. They see you as sweet red prairie meat to be devoured and then tossed out like garbage. They're taught it from a young age. Their dads tell their sons don't just go out after black chicks. Get as many women of different colors as possible. Like a conquest.

"So you want me to put myself at their mercy?"

"Look, you're scrawny they won't see you as a threat. It's just long enough to distract them so that the three of us can see how many boys they got on backup," Chogan looked around. "I know these Post Op faggots got a couple of fuckers in case of a reup needed. We've got your back,eh. You've done this a thousand times setting up those Indian Clique chodes."

"I'll make sure they don't get you," Paul assured her.

She walked across the street putting her hoodie on. "Hey what up mama? Where you from?" Asked a gang member wearing a Torento Rex's hat and a dark red sweater plus baggy blue jeans. He was light skinned almost the same shade as Aila. "What's up, baby you shy?" Asked a darker skinned man in a black puffy jacket blue jeans, a diamond grill and dread locks. Across the street, Paul spotted two more. "See those guys over there? They got their own fire,"

They each were given more ammo. "How's Aila on ammo?" Asked Paul. "She's fine, bro," Chogan said. "Look you see up there in the window? Third floor stairwell," Paul looked. "I see something."

"That';s their lookout. That building has a buzzer. The pigs go through there on raids a lot of the time and usually they gotta get a manager to let them in. Especially when they got a warrant. Te irony of the shit is, they created the buzz in cause they don't want street bums sleeping on stairwells. So they still might do raids but not as often as before so now they try and catch these guys on the streets instead. I don't lknow why they don't just sell outta their own apartments instead but the managers probably threaten to call the cops."

Little Joe added, "Yeah that's true. Maybe it's cause the crusty's can't get in if they don't do it out front."

Chogan snorted. "Then why don't they just buzz the fiends in? Dumb asses."

He then spotted three more gang members chilling in a Cavalcade, a red one. "All right there's a few of them but we can take them. We have the element of surprise,"

Aila smiled at them. "One little two little three little Indians four little five little six little Indians..." The third gang member, a black male wearing Hinterland with cornrows wearing a gray jacket and a purple sweater. "This girl done lost her mind! You know where you at? Do you even got a clue what day it is?" She ignored him saying, "Seven little eight little nine little Indian tend little Indian tribes..." She pulled her firearm out and fired hitting the man with the grill in the face as the round hit him blowing the grill and a piece of the man's gums was shown bloodied attached to his lost teeth.

The other two were taken by surprise as her face was covered in his blood and before they could draw their weapons, she fired two rounds into the light skinned guy in teh basketball hat. She hit him twice in the chest and he fell clutching at his wound. She aimed at the third who had started to get his .45 out but she put the rest of the magazine into his brain. She retreated to behind the car to reload. The two re up guys came over with pistols drawn yelling, "Bitch, cmere!"

Chogan fired his Rifle hitting a man wearing a gray sweater with purple lettering on it though he couldn't see what kind. The man was about five foot eight. Chogan's rifle sounded off and the round pierced the man's abdomen and he clutched at his wound dropping his Sig. He fired again and hit him in the stomach again. He fell over face down in the snow.

Paul fired at the SUV as it rolled toward them. The passenger fired some kind of SMG at them discharging fifteen rounds at them. Paul fired seven shots hittiing him even though he was in cover. Four shots hit him. He aimed at the driver firing off three shots. Two went wild but the third hit the man in the right side of the neck. He ran to the side of the still rolling SUV and the SMG collapsed on the cold ground. Paul ran towards it and picked it up. It was a Mac-11. The lookout fired down on them from the third floor. Little Joe fired his pistol at the other re up boy hitting him with three rounds in the stomach and one round hit him where his right nipple would be.

He fell over and a fourth round hit him in the back.

He arrived at the funeral for Slim Skillz. There was Family gang members all over showing respect. He refused to wear a suit even to a funeral. Maybe others considered it a sign of respect but they had their custom he had his. "

Chogan fired his Rifle and he missed the guy on the third floor. He fired the fourth round and he hit the man in the right forearm as the guy stayed in cover firing behind the wall out the window. Little Joe and Aila took care of the other Project Boyz.

Another gang member came racking a shotgun and he fired at Chogan. The Cree ducked down and glass flew everywhere. He fired the Rifle at the guy and it clicked empty as he had spent up the four rounds. "Piece of shit!" He yelled throwing it on the ground ducking back to cover and rolling. This was the right move as another shotgun blast came and just barely missed him. "It's the Warriors! Get those motherfuckers!" Yelled a deep voice.

Paul chambered the fifth round in the Rifle as he snatched it up. "There's one in the chamber bro. I'm gonna take that guy out but you and Joe need to cover me,"

"All right, go," Little Joe said as he was ducked behind the back tire in a prone position. They came up discharging blindly at the gangster with the shotgun and he started to fire towards the trunk just as Paul came around the front with the Rifle. He fired hitting the man in the top of the head. He was aiming for his forehead or even hoping to gt his temple but instead, he took a chunk of the top of his head off and blood sprayed all over.

"Holy fuck you scalped him!" Little Joe said. "Twenty first century style!" The gang members eyes rolled back as blood shot out of the top of his beanie. He fell decorating the white snow red. Paul aimed his pistol and fired a final shot into his gut and the gang member twitched as he went into the throes of death.

"All you weenies are dead!" Yelled another gang member, this one, a Kenyan immigrant. Aila fired hitting him in the cheek. Chogan went back to the handgun and Paul asked, "You got anymore shells for the rifle? Need to pick that sniper off."

"That bitch aint a sniper. And no. I didn't think there'd be this many of them."

"He's got the high ground and he has a gun," Paul said. "He may not have a rifle or a scope per say but he's a sniper," The Mohawk was being stubborn bt now was not the time to argue. He ran across the street and the gang member rained fire down on him but he got to the door. Paul fired two shots into the glass kicking the rest out. He went up the stairs. The gang member still fired at Chogan, Little joe and Aila from the window. They stayed behind the car. "Fuck! If this asshole shoots my car up too much more we're gonna need another ride!"

Paul slowly made his way up the stairs as he was between the second and third floor. Paul came around the corner sticking only his hand out and he fired two shots in the direction of the Afro Canadian. The gang member panicked and fired four shots in is direction and the gun clicked dry. Paul came out firing. He missed and his gun clicked dry too and he knew the rival heard it. The gang member was reloading and his eyes went wide when he saw he was empty too. He pistol whipped the gangster in the face. He shoved him towards the window and it shattered cutting the gang member and himself.

He still hung him out the window. "Where's the stash?!" The gang member said, "The fuck you tallking about..I don't know what you're saying..."

"Don't bullshit me. You're the sentry. The guys down below are slinging. Where's the stash? I can't hold on much longer..."

"Aight! It's down on the corner. By the fire hydrant."Paul lost his grip on the man and he caught him by his hand., "Shit! You said you'd let me go! I mean fuck...pull me up!" Paul tried to pull him up. "You're too heavy!" The gang member gritted his teeth. "AHHH!" He fell from the third floor hitting the street below. Paul ran downstairs reloading. He went to check on the gang member. His neck had been broken from the fall. "Shit..sorry buddy..."

He went and checked for the stash. He found a pound of meth. Paul whistled to the other Natives. "Let's get outta here!" They collected their weapons. "We got a pound of meth off them. Hey you mind telling me why we hit these guys up? I get hitting the Mad Dogz up but I've never heard of anybody from this hood giving any of us any shit."

Chogan sighed. "All right maybe I told a half truth. The dogz have been fucking with us. Same with Saharan Mafia. But these guys are the enemies of the Vagos out here. But the cops are watching them right now cause tensions the same kind they have in the states been happening up here."

"So we just made enemies just to keep a friend?"

"It aint like that," Little Joe explained. "They've backed us up in the pen. Against the Families and the Angels Of Death. You might call this a way to show we're men of our word especially since this is a newer partnership homie."

They drove away and Chogan said, "You did good today, Paul. I wish you'd move back up north but I understand why you left. Still we miss you up here. We';re trying to make our clique bigger than we've ever been and after today we can get more guys to represent the RW. Some might move here from out west. Other dudes are getting out of prison and they can't associate with their old boys and maybe need a change of scenery anyway. We're gonna grow., But since you're here and you came bearing gifts, you should stick around for at least a week. We gotta hit the Angels and IC next."

Paul held up the SMG saying, "Yeah well, we got a couple of new weapons at least."

"Good. The RCMP raided us before and we lost our guns. We had about ten more boys than we have now. A lot of people got hauled off to jail. We had a guy get ten years. My buddy Roach. Fucking mounties got it out for us."

"Yeah that's one thing I don't miss about this country., But the Liberty Police aint any kinder. They arrested me a few times when I didn't even have anything on me. They knew what I was up to but they never got me when I actually had anything to find. Shit gets old after a while."

"Yeah you better be careful you don't get a plunger up the ass, P," Replied Little Joe with a grin. Paul flipped him off. "Where we headed now?" Chogan informed him, "We gotta get rid of this car. I don't really want to but she's on her last leg. Plus it'll piss my old man off and fuck him. I mean he's gonna be pissed about it but he aint gonna rat me out even if he is a bastard. Cause if he does I'll pull a patricide on him just like you did."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Paul asked with anger. "You said that in front of a stranger WHAT THE FUCK, CHOGAN!" The Cree gangster chuckled. "Relax, skin. We're all cousins here. Aila aint no snitch."

"Still don't need to be telling my business. And what about hittin the Angels after we get rid of this car then who's car we taking? We gonna jack one? I'm fine with that I just need a heads up if that's what's going on."

They pulled up to the gang house within twenty five minutes and a First Nations dude bigger in size than even Paul, standing at six foot five, two hundred fifty pounds of muscle came out. He had copper colored skin, about the same shade as a pure blooded Mohawk would be maybe a shade or two darker give or take. He had short greasy hair and wore a white t shirt and blue jeans plus black and white Eris sneakers. "Hey, Chaska. We need this piece of shit modded., By the way, this is my boy Iorakote. Brother from another. Ioarakote, this is my kiddie from another mother's titty,"

"Fuck you, Chode cum don't talk about my mom," Said Chaska. "Anyway, what do youse guys need it for? Just fireworks or what? Or is it time to get a new car?"

"Nah," Little Joe said with a smirk. "We're just gonna go make some Angels fall outta heaven."

"Oh yah huh? I wish I could be along for that. I hate those fucking dead beats. They woke me up at 3 in the morning with their stupid goddamn bikes."

"How do you know they were Angels?" Asked Aila. Chaska scoffed. "Who else goes around in convoys of twenty in the middle of the night? I was having some serious REM dreams, man. Good dreams. Was having a threeway with these two Ojibwa chicks."

"Were they flat like the plains or curved like the hills?" Little Joe asked with a shit eating grin, "Curved like the hills. Ass, titties and they were a bit on the chuby side too."

"Enit? I hate it when people think NDN girls got no ass. Heard some white boy out in Winipek say God took the Indian woman's ass and gave it to the black woman so she's got extra and we got none. Ya know and it's funny they say fry bread booty to describe a flat ass but eating that shit will make your ass look like J Lo! It's all that crisco. And the mexican girls get ass from all those tortillas.,"

"Yup," Little Joe said. "Indian girls got round asses and bellies. Just the way God made them," Aila rolled her eyes. "Would you shut up already? No wonder you're still a virgin," She said addressing Little Joe. Paul smirked saying, "Round asses, bellies and hearts," This got a smile outta her and Chogan nodded, "See even the haffer gets it,"

Paul growled, "Hey Chogan...why don't you Chogan my ball sack," Paul said. This got a laugh out of each of them. "Hey this guy's pretty funny. All right, give me a bit and I'll rig that piece of shit to blow. "

"HEY! You can't call it a piece of shit. Only I can. even if it is my dad's car and I hate the son of a bitch. It's like...I don't know. Old Yeller getting Rabies and Travis being the one to put it down."

Paul told him, "You're stupid. It's not like that. At all."

"Fuck off you know what i meant,"

"Let's go."

"You know what? I'm gonna follow you guys. That sounds like a good time. It's the club house over on Meridian Avenue, right?"

They drove off. Paul handed the SMG to Aila. "You take this. Since you went into the red zone first."

She took it but said, "Fully automatic...just not fully loaded. Still, thanks."

"Hey, beggars can't be choosers and there's just not as many guns up here as the states,"

"Still," Little Joe said. "We'll be getting more around here don't sweat that. Those Ese's can help with that. Ya know...this is really going to be better for everyone if the Angels take a beating. Nobody likes them anyway."

"Enit? I remember the biker wars not far from where we live. Kakhnawake. wasn't far from Kebec. In fact their biker wars were more violent than the States. Some little kid got blown up too. Shrapnel from a car bomb."

As they drove Chogan put his MP3 to Time Stand Still as they drove. "I knew I wasn't going to come back home without hearing Rush," Paul said with a smirk. "Yeah well if it aint broke don't fix it."

"More than I can say for your car," Aila told him. "This thing's a piece of junk. How are you gonna be running things and you got the most ghetto car ever? Scratch that. Even in the ghetto people got nicer rides. Paul, don't they got nicer rides in Bohan?"

"Yeah. Most of em are drug dealers though. No working man out there can afford a Sabre or a Stallion those are classic rides,"

"See that's where you're wrong," Said Chogan. "They're stupid in Bohan for that. Same with Los Santos and Carcer City and Vice City, Waston and New Arcadia. You gotta fly under the radar. I'm a rez dog. I'm supposed to be poor. If i'm making money off the game, I want to keep that shit secret. If people find out about it, I got to jail. And what looks more suspicious than a poor guy who can afford a classic car?"

They finally pulled up.

They spotted at least four Native guys talking to some Angels. "Indian Clits and Dead Beats. It must be my birthday," Paul asked, "Hey since when is a clit a bad thing can't we come up with a better diss name for them?"

"Hell I don'y know I aint the one that came up with it. Who cares? It's time to go to work,"

They put their rags back on and Paul, Aila and Joe got out while Chogan stayed behind them. They counted at least eight people. Maybe more when the Indian Clique members were factored in. "What's the plan?" Asked Paul. "We're gonna get the car parked right up on their clubhouse. I got the detonator and we haul ass outta here."

"We'll need a getaway ride," Warned Aila. "Chaska's coming," Chogan said obviously not worried. "He wouldn't miss a fight. Now youse guys need to clear out those IC apples plus the dead beats. There's more of those motherfuckers inside so as soon as you clear them out, get outta the way."

They started to head across the street and and one of the IC members, a lanky guy with dar,k brown hair, light brown skin and a red bandanna around his neck plus a white long t and baggy blue jeans saw them coming. "Oh shit! It's the Rainbow Warriors!" He yelled. Paul fired the shotgon and hit the gang member before he could draw a .380 and the blast took the flesh off the man's left arm. The pellets also hit him in the rib cage. He fell over and Little Joe gunned down two other IC members. He let off fifteen shots his aim was somewhat wild however and only eight of fifteen hit. He dropped an IC member who had a crew cut and wore a Native Pride hat with three rounds in the stomach plus two in the shoulder. The other, a Metis dude who was light skinned with yellowish brown skin, and brown facial hair and shaggy hair wearing a gray sweater and gray jeans, took a round in the right shoulder and another in the head.

Aila finished the fourth member off with three shots from her pistol carrying the SMG in the other hand. Two hit the gangster in the chest and as he fell over, she yelled, "This is what happens to Fort Indians!" She put a final round in his face. At the same time she was doing this and Little Joe was lighting them up, Paul fired his shotgun at an Angel, a Caucasian with bushy blonde hair bright blue eyes, standing at five foot eleven, and arms so hairy he looked like a blonde werewolf. He hit the man in the chest with the blast. The man fell over bleeding and a few more pellets hit another Angel, a bald caucasian man with brown eyes and a blonde beard. He hit him in the left jaw. He fired another blast hitting another Angel in the skull. He blew the top half off of his head off.

The Angels fired at them and Paul, Aila and Little Joe took cover behind Chogan's Washington and they fired at the windshield as Chogan drove forward. The windshield cracked as the bullets hit it. An Angel came out discharging a Mossberg. "Fuckin prairie niggers! This is why we can't have IC as friends! The Warriors always gotta send a war party after us!" Yelled an Angel with blonde hair and blue eyes standing at six feet tall and a beard. He looked not far from Paul's age. Paul fired from cover at the guy hitting him in the right leg. He blasted the man's knee cap out and bone was also exposed as he fell over plus his testicles were hit. The racist Angel was in a world of pain and his howls of agony showed it.

Aila, meanwhile, dropped three Angels as she unloaded with the automatic until it clicked empty. She killed two of them and wounded a third. Little Joe, reloading his pistol, went up and finished the third one off. The doorto the clubhouse opened and a man with an M4 came out firing. Chogan put a knife on the pedal of the car and bailed and it hit the guy as he was coming out. The man had got off about nine shots but as he was hit his Carbine rolled off the car. Chogan grabbed it. With one pull of the trigger, he hit the man in the Adams apple wit the shot. More were firing at them from inside the clubhouse and za few were coming out from around the side of it with pistols, shotguns and Assault Rifles drawn. Paul fired the shotgun hitting Angels until it clicked empty and Aila fired her Handgun arefully picking shots but then they ran out onto the street to get away from the clubhouse. Chogan got the detonator out and was goinng to pull it but he waited for Little Joe to get clear.

Just then, Chaska pulled up in a yellow Rebel and hollered, "Get in!" He opened the door part way enough to fire an AK-47 from the seat and he let off twenty rounds, hitting four Angels but there was still four more gunning and they were rolling in heavy. They started to shoot for the truck too and Paul saw that there was another Native female in the truck. They jumped into the back and as they did, Chogan hit the detonator several times.

The blast was deafaning and it broke the windows of both doors on the Rebel plus the one in the back and Paul's ears were ringing like crazy but the Angels were thrown to the ground as the Greenwood detonated blowing the clubhouse, along with several Zombies out front up with it. They tore away from there down the street. The girl in the passenger seat also fired a Handgun out the window as they drove away. She fired hitting two out of the injured Angels.

"Oh yeah, this is my boy Paul. Paul, this is Dawn Young Deer. She's down with the homies outta Victoria,"

She was pretty. She was maybe eighteen or nineteen and Cree like Chogan and Little Joe. Around Paul's age. She wore a black parka with a hood. Her hair was long and wore down unlike Aila who's was in braids. They drove back to the club house. Chogan announced he would be taking a nap but before he did, he told him, "Hey you know what? You brought us that white and you didn't have to, bro. So for that we're gonna show some grattitude. You can take that pound of meth with you when you go back to the states."

"I aint leaving just yet. I'm gonna stick around a bit.l If I head straight back it'll seem like I'm a dope dealer for sure. But why are you giving me ice to take back?" The Cree gangster shrugged. "I figured you probably don't have the good shit down in Bohan. It's the city those meth labs in the cities get shut down quick. This is purer quality grade tick tick, skin. I'm talking back woods rural lab shit. Got it off our Asian connections."

"Be careful with those guys, man. Especially the dudes mixed up with the Tong. If shit goes sideways you could end up at war with a international mob group and that won';t be good for any of us."

"I hear ya man...I wish you could stick around but the RCMP will be looking to lock your red ass up if not the tribal police. You gotta get outta dodge until you can clear your name. Look, I appreciate the blow. We'll talk later."

Paul went out into the main area of the clubhouse to see Little Joe, Chaska and Dawn huffing. "Hey, Mohawk. You want some?" Asked Chaska. "Nah...that shit'll fuck you up..."

"Man that's the point!" Little Joe said with a laugh as he was already fucked up. He looked at Dawn and said, "You shouldn't do this."

"Why not? Am I gonna ruin a future I don't have?"

She huffed next. Paul saw that Aila was about to do it too. Paul walked to the door. "Where ya going?" Little Joe howled after him. "For a walk," He said, angry at witnessing the self destruction. "It's fucking cold, enit? You'll freeze your balls off," Chaska said. "I don't care," He growled. He walked outside not even bothering to get a jacket. He'd left his jacket in the car but he wanted to feel the cold. He looked up at the night sky as the snow flakes fell on him from the heavens. The sky, the country, was all beautiful. He had forgotten what it was like out here. As he walked alone in the snow putting his hands in his pockets, he contemplated the beauty of what he was seeing now and the ugliness inside the club house.

Chogan was not a huffer but if he allowed it to go on he was an enabler. Maybe he didn't know. Either way things were fucked up. This was one aspect of back home on his own rez he didn't miss either. Even if the drug use wasn't as bad as a lot of other reserves or as bad as the it of Winnipek where city skins went through the same hell as those on the rez, he didn't like seeing people drown themselves in alcohol either. They had been victorious against their enemies today but what good was it? To survive to defeat their enemies only to come back home and destroy themselves?

2014

He knew he would have to stick that BGA member soon. He just needed the right opportunity. He had finished working out and he walked to go shower. Just then he saw two blacks in front of him. One of them was the Carson Avenue thug that had accompanied the CGF member he had stabbed. "You didn't really think the Aryans were going to let you pin that shit on them, did you? They may be racist mothafuckas and they may love to stick a brother as much as we like sticking them. But they aint finna let themselves get blamed for some shit they didn't do."

Paul could sense two more behind him. "I told you we'd be seeing you," The Baller from before was behind him along with another drove his elbow into the Baller hitting him in the face and did another to the gut of his friend. He then followed up punching the Carson gangster in the face. The other Family member was a Davis gang member. He swung on Paul hitting him with two blows to the face. The Baller from before was large his partner was about average height. The family gangster from Davis was about Paul's height. He grabbed Paul from behind and the Carson gangster got up punching him in the stomach. Paul head butted the Davis Neighborhood gangster and the man's nose bled.

He threw him to the ground so that he couldn't get away and just like that, Paul went from defending himself to being kicked on the ground and the four were rushing him. He tried to get up only to get a kick in the face by the Baller from before. He kept his head down as they kicked him in the sides. "What you covering your head for, bitch? You aint getting loced in."

Paul groaned coughing as they began to stomp him. The Carson thug stopped them and pulled out a shiv.

The Carson gangster added, "Oh and your sweat lodge homies aint coming to come back you up. It's not personal i'm sure they would if they could but uh...we arranged for a random sweep. So the guards are tossing their motherfucking cell and they can't move until they're done. We got maybe another two minutes. More than enough."

Just then, several men ran up tackling them. He recognized a couple of the Marabunta guys from the bathroom plus the Vago shot caller. There was five of them. They threw blows back and forth and Vasquez ca,me running up. "The hacks are coming you need to cut this shit out."

The Baller spat blood from a busted lip a Marabunta member gave him. "Fucking wetback bitches! Can't ever come at us with the same numbers. Always gotta be two ese's to one brother."

The Vago shot caller sneered, "You mean like you needed four mayates for one Indio?"

The gang members warned. "This shit aint over, cuz. We coming back. You think we fucked you up today? Just wait."

"I'll be counting the seconds," Paul said with sarcasm.

They walked off and the cholo looked at Paul. "You got cut, ese. Your arm," He looked and saw blood dripping down. "You gotta watch out in here. Half the time you think you're getting punched you're really getting stabbed. Or cut. You gotta always watch everybody's hands."

Vasquez turned to Paul, "When is enough gonna be enough? When you're dead? When one of us is?"

"I'm working on doing something that could help protect all of us," Paul said. "I'm gonna need him to get got as soon as possible though to make that happen. I'll ask for the work transfers for all of you right now. This little incident is going to be all the justification we need for it. But now you really gotta deliver."

"What is he asking you to do, Paul?" Asked the Tongva. "Don't worry about it. The less you know the better."

"I'm not a snitch. You know that. But if what you're going to do is going to put more of us at risk, I can't let you do whatever it is..."

"Right now, all I give a fuck about is getting this cut taken care of. You want me to stay out of trouble, bro? I get it. Even though I know you got my back. But the blacks intended for the screws to search your cells. They paid them off so that I'd be alone."

"That's why you shouldn't work out alone," Stated Vasquez. "I wasn't. There was other skins in the gym but I finished before anyody else did," The cholo gang leader shook his head at that rookie mistake. "Damn, this really is your first time, huh."

"Don't you worry, I'm learning quick."

Vaswuez asked the Vago shot caller, "How are you going to get a transfer based on this? You know better than to snitch. And if you don't you won't find whatever shank."

"Maybe not but I can suggest a search too. Get them to toss their cells. They'll find a bloody jailhouse knife. It aint snitching exactly but if we get it done fast enough it'll happen before they can get rid of the evidence."

"I gotta take him to the infirmary," Velaaquez insisted. "Chale, homes. We got it from here. We gotta discuss something. We'll see to it that he gets there safe."

"I can't let that happen. I already wasn't there before and look what happened."

Sleepy stated, "Look, I let you take Marty Gonzales under your wing without a problem, didn't I? No retaliation no pedo from the homeboys. It's a bad time to start deciding to try and go straight and narrow while still locked down but I'm not gonna go off about it. Now I need you to do me this favor. You're Tongva, I'm Mexica. I need this favor. I'm already going to be keeping the blacks off your asses."

"All right...he just better not get killed. The Aryans already shanked two of my guys last year. We don't want a repeat of that."

"No hay pedo, ese,"

As they walked Sleepy told him, "Listen, that's a bad flesh wound but I doubt the placas would call that attempted murder. I can do a bit more to justify getting your gente the transfer and away from the mayates if they seem to pose a more dangerous threat. And it's already going to take some doing to make sure they don't try and put you in pc. Sometimes fuckers get put in there whether they ask it or not."

"What are you saying to me?"

The Marabunta member told him, "A cut like that is just a little boo boo, pues. You need a manly gash. We know how to do it in a way that you won't die but it'll be enough to have the prison administration take it serious. Plus, for the homeboys you killed on the outside, it'd be satisfaction. Eye for an eye."

"You're not killing me. So what would be the satisfaction in that?"

"I'd still be satisfied. immensely fucking satisfied."

The Marabunta member was named Rafa. "Fine. But I better not die. Because I don't know if you heard of Santa Muerte? He's my friend. Some might say we're carnales. If anybody could and would find a way to avenge me it'd be him."

"Orale, puto," The gang member said. "But you're gonna be in pain."

With that, he stabbed him. He got him in the right arm and the right chest. Paul collapsed falling over in pain, as blood gushed from the wound. Rafa handed the shank to a Vago from Rancho. Sleepy helped Paul into the infirmary.

"Fuck that bastard got me..."

"He needs help!" Yelled Sleepy. The nurses and doctors came running.


That's it for this chapter I hope you guys enjoyed. So the Red Warriors are based on the Mantitoba Warriors. I wanted to give some insight into some of Paul's criminal past. So Dawn is visually based on Roseanne Supernault from Blackstone who plays Natalie Stoney, and she was also in Rhymes For Young Ghouls. Aila is visually based on Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs and her character of the same name in Rymes For Young Ghouls.

Chogan is visually based of Michael Holdon who plays Josh on Blackstone, Little Joe is visually based on Cody Bird from Blackstone. Their characters Momo and Josh are troubled rez youth who huff and frankly they were bot scum fucks. If you see Blackstone which Zilla 2000 as seen two episodes of you would see why. They weren't there for Natalie's character.

As for Chaska he is visually based on Michael Spears.

Victoria Park is based on the Alexandria Park neighborhood of Toronto, Atticus is based on the Atkinson Co-op community.

For some rez slang

a sav is a term describing a person who must do things in the most ghetto

way possible. No it's not derived from savage but salvage which when you know the context of that, it makes sense.

Ace means to us what cool does to whites.

Kaw is like saying not even.

Frog skins is money.

Rez rocket is a car the equivalent of a hooptie.

Also Kebec is based on Quebec, Kakhnawake is based on Kahnwake since i changed and edited.

Terento is Toronto

Winipek is based on Winnipeg, Canada as Winnipeg is derived from Winnipek the Cree word for muddy waters.

Victoria is based on Alberta Canada.

As for the Mad Dogz they are based on the African gang the Mad Cowz I know not all of certain gangs might be in the areas shown but Manitoba is the next province west from Ontario.

The Original Project Boyz are based on the Project Originalz gang in Toronto an African Canadian gang. I didn't get a chance to show it but the Warriors were hitting them up as kind of a favor to the vagos in Toronto and yes there are Surenos in Toronto and even Montreal it's kinda strange because you got cholos speaking English Spanish and French, yeah French.

Also since Zilla 2000 talks about how many blacks speak French in Louisiana well it's the same as far as a lot of Crees in Canada and Crees are the largest First Nations tribe in Canada. I mean some of my people speak French too but not as many as those who speak English and also Mohawk. I mean sure we were initially attacked by the French in like 1603 but I mean in later years we spolke mostly English and Mohawk out of spite for the French where as some tribes like Cree or Ojibwa had better relations with the French and bitter relations with the British. But at least my tribe and theirs sided with Tecumseh during the war of 1812.

The conversations they had on asses is based on stereotypes I've heard and it's not true and well even if it is true, it's not true for mexican women and what they were saying n response to that stereotype is what i basically would say. Cause i know the deal. Even if American Indian were flat there are curvier other nationalities within our people but there are curvy northern girls too. Especially with Cree women it can really vary even within the same tribe.

Some are skinny some are chunky some got ass some got none.

And the irony of when someone says frybread booty to say you got a flat ass well the thing is eating frybread gives women a fat ass I can tell you that shit foir sure and yes it is the crisco. So if you do got a girl with a smaller ass feed her frybread and see whhat happens. Or tortillas for that matter. Flour or corn, homes. And yeay the round booty round belly round hearts thing is def true.

As for the huffing i hate to say it but it is a common problem on a lot of rez's with drug use and all and it is shown on Blakstone. Seriously if you want to see a good drama on Rez Life heck it out on Netflix. And Pauls aving to walk outside is kind of my own way of saying what I might do if i was in a situation where people were using and even physically i can't stop them, well I just wouldn't want to witness it. If you want to knpow how i was about adults drinking even ause i had always heard about ythe alcoholism ibn my fmily I was the kid that would pour peoples beers out even if I kneew I'd get in trouble for it. I hate to see our own huffing though or drunk. It's such a waste.

And if you see Smoke Signals there is a scene where Victor starts chucking his dads beers at his dads truck and that is pretty much how I am in a nut shell. When you hate seeing people drunk you get rid of it no matter wat even if they can just get more. It's the solution a child would come up wit. And yes I do consider alcohol a drug even if drunks wouldn't agree we're taught that it is in school.

Anyway, so that was the lemon for Ivan and Sugar. Thing about her is she is kind of based off Megan Good';s character in Waist Deep too anmd this sort of revealed that. I might have Ivan help her find the shooter of her son in future chapters.

As for the scene where Paul let the Marabunta member stab him, that is based on an episode of Oz where Miguel Alvarez allowed Chico to stab him so that their beef would end. This was obviously for a different reason but it does offer some satisfaction for the Marabunta member who may not have liked that they now have to be cool with him cause Sleepy said so. So yes they will be on lockdown due to the stabbing. They were on lockdown before but I had some time pass by. And now they'll be back on it again. Paul is going to have to kill the BGA member still but a trip to te infirmary will give him a sneaky way he might be able to get it done.

Also how do you think things will play out with the AV in there?

Also Fort Indian is another way to say apple or sellout because forts were a army thing and if you were a fort Indian you were helping the army. And as a matter of fact I hear this meme going around the internet about blacks and how the word picnic has racist origins and I don't know if it's true i mean many blacks say it is and the meme says why it is and if that meme is true then I get it but I just needed to see some proof then again maybe I should just ask Zilla or somebody who may know. Then again I can tell you that the term hold down the fort actually is racist cause back in the day it meant watch out for Indians.

So as for Ivan, I wanted to show a side of him where it;s just after the shooting at the start of the story and he's disillusioned about what he's done and what's happened. It took him years before he started to have the Soviet mindset. That thing about toilet paper i keep hearing that about communist countries.

You know I have issues with Communism and Capitalism. Honestly, I'm with Scarface on that one. On one hand he said what communism is not owning nothing be told what to do but then he said you know what capitalism is? Getting fucked. The two truths are not mutually exclusive/. That';s all im saying. Anyway, that's all fornow. Stay tuned. Who you wanna see in a lemon now? Also I'm sorry i wanted to include Packie in this but this chapter took long enough as it is and I wanted to get this updated again. I promise, next chaptter...I'll give you an overload of Packie in LC the next several chapters to make up for it.

Thing about my lemons too, I try to make te woman co,me first because I find it stupid how in movies and sex scenes you got couples having orgasms at the same time yeah that NEVER happens. Or almost never. I mean ideally the guy would get the woman off and then he'd blow. A lot of times the opposite happens but orgasm at the same time you gotta be some yoga type of person. I ad asked a question about that online and motherfuckers started saying how i must be inexperienced and it's like no, I've had sex before you're the ones who think something that isn't common is common look I don't care how many people have done it it's not common. They'd be the exception not the rule. Besides what's wrong with getting the woman off and then you nut? Nothing wrong wiyth it. Nice guys finish last.

So next chapter as we peek into one year in the future, Paul will meet the female doctor who will be handling his wounds. And they'll get their work transfer. That kind of ,manipulation may seem like dry snitching or whatever but on both orange is the new black and oz in any group you can often see the leaders of groups pulling strings like that for more regular inmates they can move you around get you reassigned that kind of thing. I won't say how but at one point Paul is going to the SHU though.

Anyway, rant and authors note over. Till next time.