Packie

2006

Black Irish

He cracked open a beer tossing one to Gerry one to Michael and one to Gordon. "All right so, what the fuck are we doing in Algonquin again?" Asked Packie. "We're going to see some business associates of the Peg. Guys from North Holland."

"We're doing deals with crack dealers now? What the fuck happened to this family?" Packie asked. "Since Derrick went to fight in the cause, kid you know that. I don't like it any better than you do. But the more we do now, the better we can save up until we start to take over again. And that is the end game, boyo. Bringing us back to the glory days. Not working for wise guys or project rats. The days when we had the balls and we had the power and no chicken shit commision had any say whatsoever in what we do."

They went outside getting into a gray Willard. "Where to, Gerry?" Asked Packie. "We're going to South Bohan. Some business associates the Peg wanted us to meet at a place of mutual ground. Or at least, semi-mutual. The four of us and two of the guidos are going for a sit down at the Triangle Club. We're meeting a new contact. Now the families aren't going to want to touch dope directly and they won'ty be handling any of the white. They'll just be there to make sure things go smoothly."

"How are we on weapons, Gerry?" Asked Packie. "We got a shotgun in the trunk and two AK's. Gordon, you get the shotgun."

"Ah what the fuck why does Michael get an AK? You want one of your longer range hitters to be a guy who's family tree doesn't go in a straight line, don't ya?"

"Because you're better at shotguns and getting yourself in debts to guineas over Swingers game. I just don't understand it, Gordy. Swingers are a good fuckin team. Best in the league you bet on them and somehow you manage to pick the games that they lose on to bet. Jesus! You sure you and St. Michael aren't brothers?"

"No, his last name is Seargeant, Gerald you know that," St Michael said. "No shit, you don't know he's saying you're a retard and he's your brother which makes you both inbred retards," Packie stated. "That aint true, Gerry! My parents met in High School! It aint right you ripping on my parents like that!"

"Oh, I'mn sure they met in High School. Because they went to the same house. They also met in middle school and grade school and they used to check each other's junk out during diaper changes," Packie stated. "You know how most women scream 'fuck me' or 'Oh god' during sex? I get the feeling Mrs. Keane said, 'I'm so telling mom'!"

Gordon and Gerry laughed at that. "Enough about my mom, Packie! You don't see me disrespecting your mom,"

Gerald told him, "That's because I'd kill you. And I really hope you don't do that, Mikey boy cause if you get killed I'll be short two men. Cause we'll lose St. Michael the patron Saint of retards and incest babies, and then Gordon's going to end up being served as sausage to some fat goombah's last spaghetti dinner if he keeps getting in debts. Then again, Gord, if you keep getting balls deep in debt I might just have to cut out the greasy middle man and kill ya myself."

"Gimme a break, you two! It's not like I know they're gonna fuckin lose ahead of time or else I would bet on the other team. Every team has off days. Players get injured."

"How do you get injured? Half of ball games are just standing there playing catch! And a lot of those guys are fat fucks!" Packie remarked. "Fuck you, Packie it's an all American pass time! You don't like it, go move to Russia ya commie!"

The Irish gang member replied, "Then no wonder this country's fat! From playing baseball and watching baseball. I shit you not, Gordo. The last time I went to a Swingers game they were playing the Corkers and they lost and you know what the fucking score was? 1-0 at the bottom of the 9th. Probably getting paid or having guys try to kill you because you didn't get paid and owe money is the only thing to be excited about."

"All right all of you, shut the fuck up. We're here," Stated Gerry.

They pulled up to the Triangle Club. They got out and saw Ray Boccino and Anthony Corrodo were waiting. Anthony wore a black track suit with white stripes while Ray wore a black suit. "Gerry, how ya doing ya fucking mick bastard?"

"I'm getting by, ya Sicilian mullie..."

"Hey! That aint funny. That aint even remotely funny. That's our language and we're the only ones who can call Mulignans that."

"Now why would a fine tan Sicilian fella like yourself want to go and disrespect your Nubian brothers like that for?" Asked Gerry. They walked into the titty bar where the song In Those Jeans by Ginuine played as white, black and Puerto Rican strippers grinded on the pole. They walked past the heavy set bodyguard, a dark skinned African American. "See, that could have been one of your cousins, Ray.

"All right enough of the jokes you ginger prick. We go business. That's our guy right there."

They approached two black males. The first one wore a red puffy jacket blue jeans and Hiterlands while the second wore a blue jacket and a white do-rag with a white shirt under the blue and he wore stonewashed black jeans. "Gerry McReary, this is Tre Stewart...shit I'm sorry...Playboy X and his friend uh.."

The other black gangster said, "Marlon Bridges, son."

"Whassup, money? So this your boys from Dukes, huh?"

Ray nodded. "That's them."

"That right? We got dudes repping Dukes, Alderney, and we from Uptown. Oh yeah then you got my business partners over here they local. Come on over, son."

There was four Puerto Rican men and an overweight woman with her hair in cornrows. "This is Jesus, Javier and Jose Truchez."

Javier nodded, "What's going on, manito?"

"They run this here joint, dog. And that's Elizabeta Torres. Queenpin of South Bohan," She shook the hands of each of them. Gerry wasn't too sure about her he could tell. Packie suspected she was okay.

"And this nigga right here is Manny Escuela. HHe's the heart and soul of the streets," Manny offered his hand to dap Gerald declined but Packie and Michael did. "That's love right there, b! Real street shit. You ever need anything in Bohan come see me."

"That fucking camera better not be on, amigo. Capische? What we discuss is never recorded. Keep that cameraman the fuck outta here," Warned Ray. "Chill, loco. He's out in the car waiting with my boy Pablito."

"Who?"

"New kid fresh outta town. I think he from upstate or some shit but shorty needs guidance so,..."

"Ah ba ba ba I don't give a fuck about him or your camera man. We're here on business."

"You know where you're at, fool? This aint Alderney. This Bohan," Elizabeta told him, "Manny, tu calmate!" Ordered Elizabeta. "He's just a little on edge."

There was customers all over the place. Most of them black or brown. "You got somewhere more private we can talk business?" Elizabeta smirked. "How about the Champagne room?" Antony was shocked. "This place has a champagne room?"

"Yeah. The honeys get down with the customers if they pay enough," Stated Jose. "Just long as they pay up don't rough the bitches up or leave no stains that can't be cleaned up it's all good."

"And you're okay with being here as a woman?" Asked Packie. "Si, papa! Shit, get some of these chicas back here. Oye, Jesus, get some of these chicas back to give our guests a lap dance while we talk business! I like boys but there's nothing wrong with liking girls too."

"You wanna discuss business around strippers?" Gerry asked with narrowed eyes. "They know better than to repeat any of what they hear here," Stated Javier. "They ever do?" He made a neck slicing motion. "It's a wrap."

Playboy X stated, "Hey, I aint trying to say no to no free lap dance. Shit this club's partly mine, anyway."

"Don't say that too loud, cabron. It's a discreet partnership," Stated Javier. "Man chill. We all friends here," Said X. Packie could tell Gerry didn't like Playboy. "You mean Dwayne's club, nigga," Stated Marlon. "Man, watch your mouth. This aint the time for that,"

They soon found themselves surrounded by strippers. Elizabea smiled after doing a line off a strippers ass crack. "Let's talk business, eh! Inter Burough cooperation, no?"

Neto

He sat in front of Demon. The funeral would be in a few days. "It's my fault," Paul said. "I shot their OG. i don't think I killed him. I shot his ear off though. They wanted me to kill him but I didn't.I don't know why. I mean I did try to but I didn't finish him off."

"That probably wouldn't have made a difference. The streets have been talking," Stated Dimples. "A Baller was sent up to Central LS with a shot off ear so whoever did shoot wasn't him. I can't believe Tiny's gone, eh...hijo de puta!" She cursed. "His ruca's taking it pretty hard. It's about what I'd expect. She's blaming me for it and I expected her to. But...I'm not letting his familia pay one cent of the funeral. It was fucked up how he went but if nothing else, I'll do one last thing for my homeboy."

"I'm sorry she blames you, man. It aint your fault. It was the guy who shot him."

"It's not my fault directly but in the bigger picture, it is, carnal. I'm supposed to look out for my hermanos. And I didn't. If i'd been outside if more of us had been, I would have started blasting."

"That would have been what they wanted," Stated a voice. They looked to see a dark skinned Mexican male walking up. He wore a white t shirt and long plaid shorts white and brown in color. "Que huele, hermano," Big Demon slapped hands and bumped shoulders wit the guy. He stood at five nine with slicked back dark brown hair that looked almost black in color. He was in his mid twenties. "I heard about Tiny. That was fucked up. I looked up to the homeboy."

Dimples, Gata and Nata looked at him with a curiousity. "Sandro? When did you get out?"

"Just today. No parole I did my time so I'm outta there. Anyway, I aint looking to get loclked up again but at the same time, they killed mi carnal so es tiempo de guerra."

Big Demon agreed. "We can't hit them right away. They're expecting that. we gotta wait until they're not expecting it. Besides, even if we did go and hit them today and they weren't off guard, the puercos would expect retaliation. So we'll play nice for now."

Demon turned to Oso. "The next time you got a chance to kill a Baller OG, you kill him. That was a massive fuck up and if you were part of our cliqua we'd have to violate you give you a head to toe. But you're not. I'm just telling you for your own benefit, ese. Mercy on the streets is a no no."

Weeks Earlier

Mai

Ivan smiled at the two Vietnamese immigrants as he had made a traditional Vietnamese dinner. She could tell that her parents were not exactly okay with her being with a white guy. Of course, she wasn't really but this was part of the cover so of course, in order to be convincing she had to keep it up.

Of course, she also suspected that her father knew what was really going on. There were things he knew about Mai that her mother did not know even beyond just being military. Her mother on the other hand was a little less westernized. On the other hand, he had made a traditional Vietnamese dish known as Bò bảy món.

They all ate soon and Nam Ha stated, "This is delicious. Almost like you are honorary Vietnamese!" Despite her referral of her daughter to be with an Asian, she still was courteous and polite as a Buddhist. And if Mai did say so herself, he did make pretty damn decent Bo bay mon. "Bạn tâng bốc tôi, bà Thu. Tôi đã đi đến một trường dạy nấu ăn."

(You flatter me, Mrs. Thu. I went to a culinary school.)

Mai smiled lying, "Anh làm việc tại một nhà hàng."

(He works at a restaurant.)

Even as she was an IAA agent and part of her job was to lie to people she still had trouble lying to her parents mostly out of guilt.

Khoi Thu ate lstening. He swallowed and asked, "Vì vậy, sau đó, làm thế nào bạn có hai con chim tình yêu đáp ứng?"

(So how did yoiu two love birds meet?)

"Mai đi vào một ngày của tôi. Tôi chỉ làm việc ở đó và một ngày cô bước vào. Cô trở thành một thường xuyên và chúng tôi chỉ mới bắt đầu nói chuyện nhiều hơn một chút mỗi lần."

(Mai came into mine one day. I was just working there and one day she came in. She became a regular and we just started talking a little more each time.)

"Please...speak English..this is America..." Mai scolded him, "Dad! He was just trying to be polite!" The older Vietnamese man said to her in Hmong which Ivan did not speak, "Kuv tsis xav tau nws mus rau patronize kuv los yog koj niam los yog koj qhov teeb meem."

Ivan smiled, "I'm sorry?" Khoi turned to him a sheepish grin on the Asian man's face. "I am sorry it's just..no needf for such a grand gesture on our behalf. We're just simple people the same as you."

Her mother replied, "Kuv xav tias nws yog zoo hais tias nws kawm tau peb cov lus thiab hais tias nws qhia nws!"

(I think it's nice that he learned our language and that she taught him!)

Mai had in fact not taught him to speak Vietnamese but maybe it was better if she thought she had. Even if her dad did have any idea of what Mai was up to himself, she would rather he not find out that she was not only living with a man she was not married to but that he was an ex KGB agent who had the IAA's attention even if they had kept their distance and not made it known that they were aware he was back in America and had been for several years. What Maiu wasn't sure about however, was the agent who had been watching Ivan before in Liberty city.

She knew that it didn't matter whether he was in in LS or LC. Karen Daniels had watched him in both places but she wasn't one of those agents that was all about the action. There had surely been another case agent on him to have followed him in Liberty City and to have so much information about him and what he was up to on the east coast. She wanted to know who it was that had followed him before and if they were still but it was unlikely they were alive and whoever had been, it seemed that Mai was this person's replacement.

Then again, if som,ebody in Liberty Cit's criminal underworld had gotten close to Ivan and had learned a lot about him, it wouldn't have made sense for them to follow him to LS to maintain surveillance even fom a distance Ivan might have made them. And if he had therre would certainly be no explaining it. In a way it was quite a genuis move because whoever the las agent was in the Azarov investigation, it didn't matter if they were alive or dead.

The fact was, he had changed city's and if Ivan had at all suspected that person of being a government spy, whether he killed them or not was irrelevant. The one move he wouldn't anticipate was that a relativley young woman who was ex military and had broke bad and was a friend of Lamar Davis, would also be a fellow crimnal who would earn his trust and commit both felonies as well as capitol crimes in his presence.

Crimes that a civilian would be unable to commit without ending up on death row.

"Well, it's a little harder to teach her Russian, I have to say. Then again, Russian is a difficult language. Anyway, so Mr. Thu, Mai tells me you fought in the Vietnam war?"

"Yes but for my own country not necessarily for Americans. I know we lost but you fight regardless. That's what a patriot does. What about you? You look to be in your forties. I don't imagine you were too young to remember the Berlin wall. How was it for you living over there?"

Mai wondered what he would say. She knew he was actually ex KGB and if he had a say in it would be current KGB but for the most part he wanted to get his dad out of prison. "It was...kind of a nightmare. Much like your country I imagine after the fall of Saigon. But our problems started around the end of World War 1. I'm sure you knew this much. But the Soviet Union was...cold. You get used to it but then you don't, really. You just come to expect it and it all seems familiar and it's not new but just when you think you can handle how cold it is over there, it's at night when you're trying to keep warm that you notice how freezing it really is. Even if you have a blanket. In my case, two, but it was still cold. Anyway, for a man with aspirations to make a better life it was no place to stay. Russia has changed for the better now but at the time I came here, I didn't know it would. I wanted to start my own restaurant but i didn't want any Kremlin coming in. American food is better and there's more of it."

"So you ended up working at a restaurant," Said her father. Ivan smiled. "Sure. And i know it's only a stepping stone but all the same, it's a means to ane end. I may not be in my 20's anymore but I still have dreams. Dream I plan to fulfill. If college students can be my age and not give up home, there's no reason for me to. That's what this country is about, right? New beginnings. Better late than never, yes?"

"Agreed," Stated Mai's father. Mrs. Thu raised her wine glass with a smile saying, "I'll drink to that," Each raised their glasses.

2014

Neto

Loose Ends

He was still in some pain and seeing Cheetah die had infuriated him to no end. He knew that they had found out about what happened due to one survivor. They'd shown the motherfucker on the news. The one with the dreads had lived. He didn't know why that asshole wasn't in police custody whether in or out of the hospital but he was getting out of recovery today. Cheetah had almost killed him. He admired the man and now he was gone without getting to see his child. He would make not only that tinto suffer but the juero and the chino.

He'd spent so much time on Mark he;d forgotten the other BSU members. He saw the bastard get picked up by a Baller in a dark red Felon and he followed them. "What's good, dog? You aight?" The dread locked goon shook his head. "Man, hell nah...Kaos gone...Threat gone they murked so many of my dogs, man."

"I know it hurts bruh but the homie Orlando been hitting those Messicans up like a motherfucker. They going to be sorry they ever set foot in our city. Pretty soon we'll have our hands on that bitch who did all this."

Neto followed them along the way. The song 95 by El Pinche Mara featuring Loka Familia played. They stopped off at a 24/7 near the 14th ward. The man driving was known as Lane. He would deal with him first. He leaned in saying, "Hey, on the real, get some rest, blood. We'll have you home soon. You'll be back on the trap in no time."

The black gang member went to get the bathroom key but first he dropped off a few things in the car handing the dread locked thug a can of Sprunk. "Drink that up, mayne you'll feel better," Neto took advantage of the still tired freshly discharged hospital patient and he pressed the silenced glock to the back of the trunk of Lane's car. He fired and popped it open. He climbed inside holding it shut. The dread locked 17th ward goon, Stack, thought he heard a noise behind him but he saw nothing was wrong as Neto had already shut the trunk.

His car would have to stay behind at the store but he already knew the cops were looking for it anyway. If not most of the BSU and every ward gangster in the city. It wasn't bad enough to be warring with the 17th and the 3rd but virtually every ward was against them it was just a matter of the few wards being at te front of it. Of course, back in LS having every black gang against them was a challenge too but the numbers were in their favor. He was expecting to have to hear some kind of terrible southern rap as they drove back but at least Lane was at least decent enough to know that his friend who'd survived gunshots would probably not need his ears blasted.

"Hey homie, when you get better we finna throw a party for ya ass ya heard me? O's finna be real glad you still alive and kicking man we thought we lost all ya'll for a minute..."

"I thought so too man...I kinda wish ya'll had...shit aint right without my boys here."

"Hey i feel you man. That's life though you feel me? Joy and pain. Sunshine and rain. You gotta soldier on, bruh. New Arcadia niggas got more heart than that. They done already took the South West from Ballas too and I know you aint feeling the colors and shit but ward niggas feel it on a real recognize real tip. But i mean shit they already got the city where Ballin' started now they gotta take the city where our ancestors first came here to? I mean damn we fought during the civil rights to live here and not have to go north we tried to make the south less of a hell and now that we did that they want to take it? Not without a fight my nig. Over my dead fucking body. Or a thousand of theirs."

"I don't know, homiei been watching some of these interviews on the TV between Vasqez and Stokes and that shit got me thinking. Maybe they are gonna take over. I mean we can hold off but damn my nigga I mean Latinos outnumber us in most cities now."

"Look my nigga these Hispanics are everywhere but this still our home. They act like we went straight outta Africa to New Arcadia. Nah. Our peeps got shipped to Europe, to the Carribbean South America, sold and resold like a motherfucker. So where we supposed to really call home it wasn't a one way stop and some niggas got resold and relocated."

"Yeah but shit you ever wonder what happened if we just went home like Akon said? Said we'd be kings over there again," The Baller snickered. "It aint no kings over there. Aint even really any rich people except the government. Man, fuck Africa. They the ones sold us into slavery to get us over here. I aint tryna be cool with them niggas either. Even that bitch Mujai his family probably was a rival kingdom that sold ours up the river, mayne. Aint nothing but kids without shoes and war over there. You need to lay off that Akon shit."

"You need to lay off tem infomercials and poverty porn, dog it aint all bad over there they just take the most extreme examples of it. Besides, think about the Mali Empire my nigga tat was doing it big. We dying over here we die over there but at least there it's home. Even if I aint never been there."

"Nah but look the Aztec empire they gone and the Aztecas don't seem to get that but on the real the Mali Empire done too niggas gotta get off that ish same with Egypyt. My point is how many times is niggas gonna keep getting shipped off and relocated before we get a permanent home? If we go back to that motherfucker we taking the capitol city too cause we built that shit."

"Man whatever, fool."

When they were far enough away, Neto hit the detonator on the bomb he had left under his car which had been just out of sight of the 24/7 parking lot. Though it was a ways away the explosion was heard for miles. This freaked Stack out for a moment. "Shit mayne what was that?" Lane told him, "Chill out, g. It aint nothing. This the Little Difficult. Somebody's always bucking out here. Probably some niggas blasting somebody over a woman. Or money you know how it is."

"I know what a gun sounds like, S. That was an explosion."

"We're cool. That was all the way the other direction. It aint hit us so we good, nigga."

Finally they stopped. Neto decided now was the time to make a move. He thumped the trunk and Lane came around to the back to see what was what. "Hold up, bruh I'm walk you in. I just gotta see what's making noise back there..."

"Yeah I heard some shit back at the store thought it was just my imagination...dog I don't need no help nigga I can walk inside on my own..."

As Lane saw the trunk open partly he said, "Man who fucked with my shit?! Aint this a bitch I gotta fix this shit gonna cost me a ..." As he opened it fully he found Neto's silenced Glock pointing in his face. He never had a chance as the silenced pistol let off a pop hitting him in the right eye. He got out of the ride and got in the front seat before Stack could get out and stared it back up but not before locking the door. "We're going for a little drive."

"Man, what the fuck! ya'll didn't put me through enough bullsit yall gotta kill my homeboy and follow me home now?! Then go and shoot me then!" Neto shook his head. "That's too easy for you. Because of you, a good man is dead. And we've lost the Rose District. Maybe we won't hold onto it but it's not becoming Roman Boyz turf."

mean damn we fought during the civil rights to live here and not have to go north we tried to make the south less of a hell and now that we did that they want to take it? Not without a fight my nig. Over my dead fucking body. Or a thousand of theirs.

"Man, fuck ya'll. You started this shit murking two of his partners," Neto yelled., "YOU STARTED THIS, BITCH! ALL OF YOU! BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS I'M STUCK IN THIS DIXIE SHIT HOLE LONGER THAN I HAVE TO BE!"

"What you doing round here if you don't like it?" Asked stack. "I don't have to live out here but other compas do and I got New Austin gente next door to you. We got a one for all mentality. Unfortunately they gotta live here even if I don't."

"What you think LS is all that? Man LS and LC get too much hype."

"Yeah well both cities get just as much hate as love so it balances out. Say what you will but you don't end up with populations of millions if you suck. Where as this place is where you go if you get booted out of Budd City or Las Venturas. A third rate gambling city."

They pulled up to the Mississippi River. He pulled up to a secluded area and said, "Orale...you know you Ball sacks hit us back and a lot of carnales died. But sometinmes it's not how many you kill but who you kill. You're a hero to the mayates out there. They see you as a wounded warrior. A guy who survived gunshots against the man who was killed by some assholes. They think you're lucky," Neto pulled his machete out.

The guy yelled, "I aint afraid to die! I was clinically did on the operating table for three fucking minutes so if you want me to beg you aint getting it. Fuck you and your Halloween mask!"

Neto advanced towards the weakened man. "How do you know?"

"How do I know what?"

"How do you know you';re not afraid to die? You've never done it before."

1 Hour Later

He'd checked into a motel and he was watching with a grin as the news was on. They were live at the scene of the abandoned vehicle where Stack's severed head was left bloodied on the hood of Lane's car and in his blood the words Los labios sueltos hunden los barcos was written on the windshield. That was as much for the Ballas as for the Romans. It was only right. They'd killed Omar not that he gave two shits about a junkie but they'd also killed Cheetah brutally and the Azteca pee wee had also been blown up. Mark Roman had left him a message in response to what he had. He gave the kid that much he had guts and he had some smarts as far as war tactics but he lacked creativity.

The fact that they'd played his tortrure song was pathetic and lacked originality. The best they could come up with in response to his lacy surporise was do a pun on were lucky in war and smart but they were also like children. They were so used to winning as they had in this city the last year that they couldn't handle losing. What was more, even if the Aztecas had lost more soldados seemingly, most of the,m were soldados who had yet to earn enough of a rep that LS pachucos commanded. Their first real kill of significance was Cheetah. He'd heard about Mark killing some other people before that when he wounded Loka but he hadn't met them.

Neither had Ernesto at that point. He also figured the next person to die would be Felix in the war. He wasn't hoping for it but he wouldn't shed a tear either. He'd been a rainbow warrior all his life and now he wanted to be down. He had a lot more to show before Neto would have any respect for him. Felix would no doubt continue to go aoive and beyond to prove himself, however and he had to admit the pinas at the club was some funny shit but he'd heard they were gonna call in the National Guard. He had to get in the last laugh. Of course he wasn't sure he'd be able to leave until it was lifted. He knew there would be a curfew which meant he'd need to be sneaky and do shit in the day or try. He would advise Ernesto and co. lay low. Neto, unlike them and unlike their enemies, was used to living in a place where he'd see military convoys rolling down the street. Even when he was just a boy he remembered seeing tanks go by.

The Zapatistas had taught him there was ways to get around even during enforced curfew. He was going to fuck Mark and his chino up but first he would be fucking the gavacho up that had hit him.

He took a swig of the pisto thinking, That was for you, Cheetah. I finished that roach off for you. Descansa en paz.

Sudan Correctional Facility.

5 Days Later

There had been a shanking and they had just gone into lockdown. It had been days since then but eventually the lockdown was lifted and today was the day. Curtis Roman had been the culprit in it. Getting to him would be hard but if not him, one of his soldiers would do. Gilberto ""Silent" Rodriguez had his eyes on the prize. Silent was a Mexican national who had come to the United States from Sonoro, Mexico at the age of fifteen illegally. He had worked as a day laborrer before gaining citizenship and even when he went to an ESL class in High School, he worked.

Much like a lot of paisas in New Arcadia he had come to work and not to gang bang and the harsh economic reality for a Mexican or a Chicano was about the same for a day laborer in NEw Arcadia as it was in New Austin. When doing jobs, he'd been robbed by some Families gang members a few times. He'd also been deported twice between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. In school he'd been called a wetback, a beaner and a spic by white and black students alike and mocked for his accent. He'd fallen in with a gang at High School where Chicanos and Mexican nationals banded together to protect each other.

Silent was of Chichimeca descent, though a mestizo who was raised Catholic, he was 77 % Indigenous. Unlike a lot of Mexico's tribes, the Chichimeca had never been defeated by the Spanish. It had been what some had considered a stale mate while others would consider it Chichimeca victory. Of no short amount of irony, people often said the same thing about the Korean and Vietnam War. He was proud to come from a people who despite converting to Catholicism strictly to get the Spanish off their back and stop harassing them, had never been defeated by them.

In his 20's, he'd gone to prison and had become a member of the New Austin Syndicate. He'd also gotten married and had a few kids. He was a strong man, of about thirty four years with light brown skin, his hair in a pompadour style like the old school pachucos. He had no tattoos to display his New Austin syndicate status something that would have once been problematic but now people saw the benefits of it as they also had with gangs not wearing colors. Only tattoos expressing Chichimeca and Mexican pride were on him. He stood six feet tall and was ripped but he had been a scrawny little bastard in High School and had not started growing taller until he was eighteen.

One thing that he had done in order to protect himself in addition to cliquing up was to pay for Tae Kwon Do classes. It had paid off well. He was a black belt and h e had taught carnales in the pen and the calles martial arts and encouraged others to learn either from him or an official instructor though he prefer they learned from him so as not t have to register their hands as lethal weapns.

He had been arrested at the bordering area between Loiusiana and New Austin having been on a business run. He'd gotten six years for a gram. He would ironically be getting released soon but he had gotten a wila from the carnales in Oakley, Loiusiana. He was one of the few Naw Austin Syndicate carnales in the Sudan correctional facility while the redst were out there but he had established a rapport on behalf of the carnale at Oakley as well as New Austin pintas with barrios that were under Mexikanemi control. They were walking on the tira him and four other men. To his left was a Mexican of about five foot seven, Bobby Quinteros. Bobby was a Chicano from Jenner who had been raped a couple of times by the mayates in here.

Poor Bobby had a fifty year sentence so he likely would never get out and he didn't have much to lose. All though in a place like San Andreas or New Austin, a guy could never be a gang member if he had been raped and would be haunted by this, and if a Mexican Mafia member had been raped and the carnales found out about it later, even if he'd killed the guy, they would be killed. Your manhood was everything however Loiusiana was not the South West. One could not afford to be picky in here.

While Bobby was not a canidate for membership in any street gang, it was possible to get protection especially if he helped out today. Personally, G never like that idea of considering a man who had been sexually assalted a bitch even if he killed his attacker. He had never been anbody's punk but it could happen to anybody in the pinta. In Mexico, the blacks G had known were peaceful for the most part even in the big cities on the Pacific and Atlantic coast but here it was different and he didn't understand it. Mexico's blacks had even less people and they were more poor than American blacks yet they didn't act like fools.

He had never considered himself a racist or harbored racist thoughts until he got to America. The irony with Bobby was that he had been a Spanish Lord on the outside but his so called brothers had not protected him. G viewed Spanish Lords as well as Rifas to be traitors. It was one thing to beef with with Onda. When the war had been on New Austin Syndicate had. But the Rifas were just bitch boys for the niggers as were the Spanish Lrds in Dockington. And when it came to the gavachos, the Undertakers were no different.

That was what was funny to him. The BGA considered the Rifas and Lords brown allies while Undertakers were white offshoots but it was stupid because it was a form of paternalism and subserviant cowtowing. He had no love for the Aryan Vanguard not in San Andreas or New Austin but at least they had the decency to admit they were woods. The funny thing to him was that sellouts actually expected they would be rewarded for their complacency in their own people's demise. This was what the Lords in Dockington seemed to think as they did nothing about Dockington BGA harming raza civilian or gangster alike.

To his right was a Marero named Wino. He didn't like the fool not on a personal level or as a member of Marabunta Grande. He was a dark skinned Honduran with a shaved head of about five foot eight and kind of overweight except he was losing weight because he also had a heroin addiction. On the outside, he had killed a store owner for not paying protection out in Lincoln Parish. Still, he was better than a tinto any day. Plus he had lost a few of his homeboys to Curtis Roman.

He spotted that cocky asshole. He had just come from the ball court he and several of his homies sweaty. He recognized Leroy Johnson from the 2nd ward. Leroy, despite initially being an enemy of the Roman Boyz on the street, had a long friendship with Maurice Roman due to time they had done together in the 90's. In 2003, he had killed one of Maurice Roman's top earners, a dealer named Skip from the wards. Skip had been young and arrogant and had a big mouth. All though he was a hell of an earner for Maurice, making an average of $1200 a week and that hat was just from marijuana sales, he had a lot of enemies as he beefed with every other ward.

There had been a couple of shootings between the 2nd and 3rd mostly due to a dispute over a dope spot in Frenchtown despite both gangs hustling there Nobody had died in either of these shootings but a few had been hit in drive-by's. Finally, there had been a showdown on May 18, 2003 and Leroy and Skip shot at each other. Leroy had been wounded but he had killed Skip. Leroy was arrested that night and despite understanding that he would be losing a good earner he had been somewhat relieved as it meant less heat. Maurice had made assurances that the Roman Boyz on the inside not hurt him. H'd even put money on his books.

As a result, Leroy had taken Curtis under his wing. The 2nd ward had been part of the violence on the streets towards la raza as well so they had partial blame too. They were heavily outnumbered. The only thing they had going for them was the element of surprise. It had been five days since the stabbings and the mayates expected retaliation but it had not come. Curtis being the cocky bastard he was, thought they were shook. He was about to see how wrong he was.

Unlike Silent, Wino and Bobby had nothing to lose. Silent was no bitch either but he did want to get out of prison and a shanking or anything else on his record might stop that from happening but he knew if he didn't obey that meant death and they had to hit them. New Austin Onda and New Austin Syndicato were already moving on BGA members in New Austin prisons now and putting a hurt on the Undertakers as well. This ran the risjk of pissing off their Aryan Vanguard allies from the AV affiliated faction but oh well.

At least with the AV, if they decided to take somebody out they would do so of their own will. The Undertakers were nothing but puppets. In reality it was like the prison gang equivalent of a puppet club that had not been patched over and never would be. He also spotted a Baller from the 17th ward a muscular black male of about six five and next to him was a black male from Treeport with the tattoo of Swamp Town on his chest. He was a Families member. In addition to him, was a pimp named Gutta Boi from the 3rd ward. He had one of the men to rape Bobby. On the outside, he'd ran smack and whores until a couple of girls testified against him and he got fifteen years.

Bobby looked nervous. Wino had the eyes of somebody ready to fight to the death. "¿Listo?" Asked Silent. (Ready?)

The two men walked past a sea of black faces. "Boo, nigga! The fuck you looking at?!" Demanded Roman, ready for confrontation. "No problemo, boss," Stated Bobby. "Yeah then get to stepping beyotch," Leroy scolded Curtis, "Man, Negro you gotta learn to be a poor winner."

They let the guard down turning their backs just long enough. Bobby walked up to Gutta Boi and walked up to Gutta Boi. The pimp sneered, "What you want, cupcake? Come back for more?" Bobby hit him with the shank in the groin and the black male screamed as he stabbed him again and again the third piercing his right testicle. Silent wasted no time. As Lrpy went to rush Bobby, he punched Leroy in the face and the older black male stagered back turning over. That was all Silent needed. He stabbed the black male in the back of the neck. The man screamed from agony falling over. Three black inm,ates rushed Silent and in doing so his blade was knocked from his hands but he used his martial arts to defend himself catching a right hook from the Baller and he kicked the man in the chest following up with an elbow to the face.

He broke the arm of the second one in two places, and the third he hit with four punches one in the nose one in the throat one in the stomach and then an uppercut. He saw a BGA Captaim coming for him on his right and he plunged the shank into his chest. The BGA member was horrified to see the blade had hit metal. He had taped small hard cover books to himself for body armor. With a swift move, Silent hit the BGA Captain in the nose with the heel of his hand sending it up into his brain killing him instantly.

Wino, meanwhile, had managed to stab the Baller from the 17th, slashing his throat and stomping on his head and chest as well as his open woudnd as he bled on the floor. He squabbled with the Families member next as the shank was dropped and the two exchanged blows. Curtis came at Silent swinging the knife but Silent grabbed his arm but not before Curtis slashed his forearm. Silent head butted the black inmate breaking his nose and followed up with a hard blow to the mouth. He didn't know how badly he fucked up those gold choppers of his but he saw his gums bleeding possible from the blow and the teeth cuttying into them.

Curtis did get one punch in hitting him in the jaw. He tried to regain his shank but Silent grabbed his arm and said, "What is it you moyos used to say in the 70's?" He brought his leg down on his arm breaking it causing a compound fracture and he dislocated his other shoulder. "Was it Socket to me?" Curtis roared with pain but he was alive. Silent was going to grab the shank but the CO's started firing rubber bullets and they struck Wino with one as he was going crazy with the shiv as was Bobby. Wino had swung the blade on a couple of non affiliated African Americans including one Creole plus a third man, a Haitian.

Wino went after another black inmate who had mostly gotten out of the fight not wanting to go the hole or get time on his sentence. In a way, Silent understood that and respected that he was just trying to do his time. He wasn' BGA but much like Silent he'd had no choice. He didn't know why Bobby was targeting him as well if anything Marabunta should have. He stabbed King in the right side but the blade fouled on his rib. King roared with pain and Bobby struggled to pull iy out. The CO's rushed Bobby and began beating him.

Both Silent as well as Curtis stayed down with Silent covering his head as did just about every other inmate. Wino and Bobby were taken to solitary. Curtis was taken to the hospital as was Leroy. He saw the look of horror on the Roman's face as he saw the back of Leroy's neck. To Silent's surprise, he himself was not taken into solitary. It had all happened so fast but because there were three of them andmultiple blacks and it had been hard to tell who's shank was who, and he was cut while Curtis had broken limbs, it looked like self defense. Of course, it looked suspicious he had on body armor but then a lot of inmates did that anyway as you never knew when shit would kick off.

Leroy's shirt, in addition to the blood there was jelly like spinal fluid leaking out of the gaping wound in his neck. He was losing consciousness as well as equilibrium and coordination and his shirt was slick with oozing brain matter that looked like egg whites. He would have to go to the hospital as the knife had pierced his spine.

Minutes Earlier

The men working the lunch prep were getting ready to start. Both brown and white inmates worked the kitchen and two Caucasian males walked in getting ready to start working. There were three Marabunta members and these two were Undertakers. Other inmates that were supposed to beworking walked out knowing they had to take a hike. "What's on te menu, boys I'm starving," Stated an Undertaker. A Salvadoran with light brown skin and a handle bar mustache and slick hair standing at five eight walked up approachimg him as the other two Marabunta members, one who was Honduran the other Mexican and Cuban, poured a pot of scalding water on the man'a friend burning him badly and he screamed.

Before the other realized what was happening the other two put the empty pot on his head blinding him and began punching and kicking him and bent him over. The Salvadoran gang member pulled the white inmates pants down with a sadistic grin as he pulled his shank out. "You are, baby," With that, he proceeded to spread his ass cheeks and stabbed him in the anus multiple times. Both white and black inmates had used brown men as commodities in the sex trade. Today was the day they intended to make that stop. Nobody was beyond Marabunta's wrath or touch. The man fell over whimpering bleeding badly out of his anus, his pants around his ankles. "Now you got your shit pushed in you fucking cornudo," Chided the Salvadoran/

It did not matter if he lived or died. If he died it would be another life they had taken exacting revenge. If he lived, while it was not rape in the traditional sense and really was more along the lines of a brutal stabbing, the state would see it as sodomy and so would the inmates and this would mean that this man, had been somebody's bitch, even if the point was to wound or kill him in a humiliating way it was all about how it looked in there. So even if he didn't die, he would either be killed by his own compas or he would have to PC up. If he did live he'd likely be shitting in a bag the rest of his life.

Lincoln Parish

He, Ernesto, Task Adayh, Tincho, El Cabello, Snapper and Felix sat at a table playing poker. "Well?" Asked Santa Muerte. Ernesto told him, "A few of them got stabbed in there. Some pimp who was turning out vatos on the inside just like he did pussy on the outside got castrated and bled to death, one OG got his spine severed. They had to give him surgery and he died o the operating table. He would have been crippled anyway. Plus some jueros got fucked up in the kitchen. One of them caught a shank up his shit hole. He's pretty bad. They don't know if he'll make it. Plus a dead Tranny, a dead Ball Sack and a BGA Capitán. Not bad for a days work."

Adayh made a dark and frankly crude remark about it saying, "When they say you're supposed to keester a shank I don't think that's hat most people had in mind," This got a laugh out of Neto and Ernesto. Neto replied, "I guess got torn a new asshole. Or maybe two or three," This got a laugh from Ernesto and Adayh.

"Everything's a fucking joke to you," Stated Felix. "Excuse me, Mr. BSU. You forget where you are? This aint the United Nations, pues. Come on. Let's just address the elephant in the room. You don't like that I killed Vic and Miller."

"Yeah, thaty's right. I may not have gotten along with them all the time but they didn't deserve that."

"Oh and Ernesto deserved to get rubbed out? You want to be on our side, you need to remember who did what. If they had tried to kill you what are you going to do, let them? No. You're going to do what you have to. I did you a favor. You probab;ly wanted to kill Victor yourself right? Come on, homes. That Puerto Rican maricon? He thought his shit don't stink. A lot of them are like that."

"For a guy who's a brown supremacist, you don't seem very tolerant towards Boricua," Replied Felix. "He does have a point there. They are Taino," Stated Task. "I know. But I got what information I could out of him about a lot of you. He wasn't willing to talk...the first few days. But I searched the contacts in his phone and saw the names anyway. And your name came up too. When you go days without sleep, you start to..drop your guard. I also admit i did pry a little bit. I injected them both with Sodium thiopental."

"What's that?" Asked Task. "Truth serum," Replied Felix. "It doesn't always work," Neto said. "But the trick is to get them to think it does. It doesn't make it impossible to lie. Just difficult. Unless you're a compusive liar. Anyway he told me about your little arguments. Thats the thing. Most mestizos from any country are torn being being Indian and being Spanish but Puerto Ricans? They're something else. I don't know what it is. He told me that he told yoiu the Mayans are extinct. If that were true I wouldn't be here. I'm not denying Mexicanos can be bullies too. It happens. But the fact of the matter is we're in the same boat with Guanacos and Chapines and even you Peruvians. We can get deported. A Dominican too. See I get along with Dominicans pretty easily. They're pretty straight with me. They taught me what coculo means," Ernesto laughed.

"But Puerto Ricans and even Cubans they get a privillege a lot of other people don't. If you're a PR you get US citizenship already from the start. You're in. Never mind already having your identity split in three. To be Arawak, Spanish or Africano? But to also get to me American, well shit. Now you're split four ways. And then Cubans got the wet foot dry foot policy. I'm not saying I beef with Boricua. I just don't like the ones from America. The ones from PR itself are fine. But Victor? He was a bitch. I got more respecto for Mark even than him. But if iut's any consulation before he did, for a brief second before the song replayed he whispered to Miller that he wished he listened to you."

Felix seemed disturbed by this news. He looked down. "Lot of good that did...but why did you have to fuck with their spinal cords? That was fucked up. Insult to injury. They were already poisoned."

"That wasn't me," Neto stated. "Yeah right. I'm supposed to take your word for it?" Neto told him, "I don't give a fuck what you believe. Those are the facts. When I found out their spines had been severed even I thought what the fuck."

"Well if it wasn't you then who did?" Neto shot a glance at Ernesto. Neto told him, "All right...it was Miguel."

"Wow, you're really gonna blame his son?"

"He's not lying..." Ernesto stated. "What..."

"You're not going to do shit about it either," Neto told him. "But why?"

"It's not rocket science. Two guys tried to take his dad out. What did you think he would do offer to suck them off?"

"You know, going to war with the Romans won't be easy with Ana on their side."

"That's not her real name. IAA agents always use psuedonyms. Kinda like I did when i worked for Madrazo and when I came here. Nobody knows the bitches real name. Not even Mark. He might think he;s special cause she spreads her pink for him but she's probably a bigger slut than any hood rat. But I know a way to find out her true identity. It won't be easy but it can be done."

"How?" Asked the Creek gun runner. "Oh I can't tell you. It's a secret. Ana thinks she's smart. She's smarter than most people think she is but not nearly as smart as she thinks she is. i'm not gonnna say how I know but let's just say working with a cartel that got training from them I learned a few tricks along the way. They cover their field agents tracks pretty good but there is a way..I'm not going to tell any of you about it until I get results. But I can tell you this. The IAA may have people that work for them all over the world but most are pencil pushers. Maybe 1% of the,m end up as field agents. So it is like finding a needle in a haystack but I'm going to burn a shit load of hay stacks."

The truth was, all though he had no reason to distrust the others. Miguel looked at Tincho. "Hey so tell me something, Tin. How is it you're Onda? I mean don't get me wrong, eh I know you put in work amnd shit but you don't dress like a pachuco you dress more metal and I haven't heard you bump even one rap CD. I aint saying listen to blacks but shit. No Mr Criminal, no Chino, no Brownside, Conejo, or Ms Krayzie? Is it cause you see it as mayate shit like the old school veteranos or what eh?"

"It's not just that. Those guys have talent but they can't really be mainstream."

"Brownside would have been if E didn't kick the bucket."

"Yeah but that's just it we can't even break mainstream on our own we need a handout? The fuck, man. Just like that bitch Snow Tha Product. They act like she's such a great artist but truthfully she's got nothing on Rob or Frost. But because she tries to sound black, they like her. They also wanna fuck her they pronbably don't actually like her music. Anyway, I know Puerto Ricans helped start Hip Hop in East LC but that doesn't seem to matter. The blacks didn't want to share the radio waves. And you didn't see any major brown artists until Frost came out. Why hould I respect rap? ven if it has barrio roots they don't respect us so I say we don't respect it. The black dudes only seem to like if it's a woman like Snow or a guy like Fat Joe. They don't want that original Raza flavor they want a brown face to say the same things they do but our history aint the same."

"Orale, pues but then why you like Rock? Didn't the moyos start that too?" Tincho chuckled. "Not entirely. Afrocentric guys will have you thinking they were solely behind it but really if you wanna be fair you can only say about one third credit. The other two thirds was Raza and white boys. The blacks brtought their blues influence, white boys had the British and Richie Valens, he was a Yaqui like me he made it bilingual. So did Lalo Guererro . He had all styles salsa, norteña, banda, rancheras, boleros, corridos, cumbias, mambos, cha cha chas, swing, rock & roll and had Liittle Richard. So I'd say in a way Rock's beginning was more mixed than rap's was."

"True but I haven't heard any black rockers except the 70's, vato," Stated Ernesto. "Maybe Living Color and Lenny Kravitz that's about it."

"Yeah and that's another thing. I don't like white motherfuckers," Stated Martin. "But just like you can't deny the 'Latin' genres that were older than rock that contributed to it being bilingual, you also can't deny that since blacks influenced rock with blues, the whites brought in that blue grass and country sound to it. Ever notice how Johnny Cash sounds like a mix of country and rock?"

"True, even if it was true, if the mayates are so proud to start rock why did they let white white boys steal it from them? Same with Metal and punk. We don't get as much representation in rock either but you see more of us doing it now than blacks and we get more mainstream known guys than we do with rap. More people can tell you who Carlos Santana or Tom Ayara is than Conejo or Lil Rob."

"True," Stated Tin. "The other thing too, little known fact a lot of black guys in his day considered Chuck Berry a black hillbilly. And Jimi Hendrix caught shit from black nationalists for being too cool with white rockstars they even called him the electric spade cause by the close of the 60's and the start of the 70's black rockers were less and less common. Anyway, race aside, sorry but there's just no way rap, even Conejo or Brownside beats rock or metal it's just talking bro, no instruments."

"Yeah but metal is screaming, ese and I can't understand that growling bullshit," Miguel said. "Maybe, but you gotta admit, Metal is underground still. Rap aint. It's mainstream. Rock thrived because of its diverse origins but rap started with two kinds of people and only one ever got time to really thrive ogff it the other got ignored and then they let white boys in instead of giving their neighbors our just dues. So yeah, maybe you can call the veteranos in East LS old timers but they can also name a bunch of Chicano rock bands from their day that were big time when they came out that did get radio play. Thee Midnighters, Los Lobos, all of that. And besides, it still takes more talent to play guitar, bass drums and scream than to just rhyme and make beats on a synthesizer."

He lit a cigarette and said, "Besides, take for instance, Rage Against The Machines. Or even that one guy, Nate Dogg. You can say they actualluy are the exceptios to rap having instruments and singing respectivley. Rage is metal rap and Nate Dogg's singing makes him R&B just as much. Same with Bone Thugs but that's a merit that goes more to the crossed over genre than rap. So Nate Dogg's singing reflect R&B talent not rap. Rage Against The Machines, that's probably 60% metal 40% rap but you couldn't just hand their instruments over to a rap group and tell them to do a cover of a Rage Against The Machines song."

"Why do you like Rage, bro? Zach De La Rocha is a Marxist mayatero, ese," Stated Felix. "What kind of Mexican has dread locks? He aint even black."

"Got a point, I hate him personally. I respect that he supports the Zapatistas but he aint a Zapatista. Neto is. That dude's a major cuck. It's one thing to want Leonard Peltier outta prison but why does he give a fuck about Mumia Abu Jamal? It's nt our fight. However, those vocals are fucking Satanic."

"Satanic?" Asked Miguel. The Onda Metalhead chuckled, "Means cool, bro."

Neto looked down saying, "Firme bro. But I aint no Zapatista. I can't go home. I got no right to call myself one anymore."

He got up and left. Felix watched him as he left and the Mexican-Peruvian man seemed to notice a moment of humbleness in the Mayan gang banger he had not once seen before noticing also sorrow and pain in his eyes.

Mai

They sat at a bench in Vespucci Beach. "What are you doing here, Ana?" Asked Mai. "I just thought Id check to see how you were going. We worry about you out here."

"Shouldn't you be back in the south? Or wherever Devlin has you posted?" The Chinese American woman wore a red blouse her raven hair cut in a short bob and despite the heat she wore black leather pants. She was wearing sunglasses.

"Oh come on, Mai. It's not like Edward is any better. That guy is a sociopath."

"Well I guess both of our handlers are cold old bastards. The difference is, I'm not fucking him."

"No, but I know you're close to Ivan," Stated Ana. "It's not like that. We're just friends."

Neto and Paul were walking along the boardwalk. "Since when did the young one get a pooch? Isn't it a little hot for a Husky?" Asked Ana. He had a Husky with shorter hair. "He takes good care of him and makes sure he doresn't get overheated. Rescue dog. I don't mind. I like dogs. You're not wanting me to keep tabs on him either are you?"

"He's of no interest to me. Just a rez banger without any military skills all though his late fathert was of some interest in the 90's but that ship has sailed. Just have to wonder where he fits in all of this. An ex military girl, an ex KGB agent and a paramilitary guerilla fighter. He seems to be good friends with Santa Muerte but I also have to wonder if he's getting influencd by Ivan too."

"He's not a threat," Assured Mai. "I hope not. But then if he is, it's up to you to use your own influence to make sure he isn't. He can either be influenced by you, by Neto or by Ivan and two of three of those options aren't a good idea,"

"He can also be his own man, you know," Ana smiled. "You care for him. Is it a desire o see if the younger boys got any better at fucking or is it just a maternal thing since he's an orphan?"

"He's more like a brother, Ana and for your own benefit I should tell you, you're kind of a cunt at times. I'm not like you. I don't feel the need to toy with younger men the way you do and I actually do respect the sanctity of marriage."

"Thats good, Mai. Use that. And if he does follow his own path that's just as good as him listening to you and not two potential terrorists. I'm just saying I hope he realizes what following the Saint Of Death or the Boogeyman will take him towards. He's no problem to me or to Devlin. There's no reason for him to be seen as one. Until he becomes one. And it's good that you're such a ...,sentimental type. It makes yo a better agent. People trust you."

"I don't know about that," Mai said. "I'm just not hearrless like you and Karen. I can't just act like the rrst of the world doesn't matter," They looked on as Paul and Neto walked still somehow unaare of their presense but Mai was dressed incognito ina hoodie with the hood up and they couldn't see her from that distance. Neto seemed to notice the two and Mai knew she was made so she would have to make something up. "I'll talk to you later."

She walked away and Ana sat there with a smirk. "Mai? I thought that was you. Who's that?" Mai told him, "Just an old friend from college. Not even really a friend more like an aqquiantance. Though Neto was aware of Ana's presense but not of who she was he looked at her a few seconds more but then looked away. Paul was going to pick up the dropping of his dog. Neto told him, "Don't pick it up, eh. That's mas puto homie. These yuppies do that shit."

Mai riolled her eys, "No, Neto that's fucking gross, Paul you should," Paul was about to start to pick it up and Neto rolled his eyes saying, "Lambe..."with the baggie when a mwhite male on roller blades rolled all over it. "Goddamn it, man! You're supposed to pick it up!" Paul looked at Neto who was looking at him and then he suddenly got hostile. "YOU MIND YOUR OWN FUCK HOLE! AHHHH!" He screamed sticking his tongue out like a Maori warrior and he lunged at him making like he was going to hit the guy and was prepared to if he was trouble and the guy flinched backing up and because he was on roller blades slipped on the shit and fell over trying to catch his balance and went face first in it. Mai cursed, "Jesus! Let's get the fuck outta here before this guy presses charges!"

Neto laughed, "MAN I FUCKING LOVE THIS KID!"

Ana chuckled softly and all though Neto had noticed her to a point, he did not realize that her sunglasses were recording what happened.

Neto

He knocked on the door to Nata's house. La Morena had called him telling him to come over. "It's open," She called. He opened the door and looked to see her sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a white t shirt with her stomach revealed. She had on silver high heals which made her legs look all the more sexy. She had her legs crossed with her right crossed over her left. The heels accentuated her long and sexy legs as her shins were thin but her her thighs were thick and curvy and though she was sitting down, so to was her butt he could tell. He'd already known the Yaqui girl had ass but seeing her in her pink and white underwear was even sexier. Her breasts were small, b cups but it didn't matter.

She wore silver hoop earrings as well. She had a half full glass of wine on the table. She'd been drinking but he wasn't sure by how much. He didn't question why she had not put clothes on. If she gave a damn if he saw her like this she would have put them on before getting the door. He tried to play it cool. "Que tal. You all right, mija?"

"No. I'm fucked up over Tiny. He didn't deserve to go out the way he did. I'm pissed off at the Ballas. And I'm not too thrilled with Oso either cause of not killing Leondre."

"It aint his fault I mean they would have hit us back no matter what. I'm pissed about Tiny too but I gotta be honest. He was an OG. If you don't get out of the game by the time you get his age, you might slow down but the other side doesn't. Their OG's might but not their chavalitos looking to earn stripas. I hate to say it but he was probably going to die either way. I don't know too much about that butterfly effect bullshit but that's the one thing that would probably be the same either way."

She told him, "I know it's just...Tiny was always there. He'd had my back so many times. I don't know...Gata's at the mall with the other homegirls and I don't want to go out. But at the same time I don't want to be alone."

"You want me here?"

"Yeah...things are fucked up around here. First Dimples getting raped and then Tiny getting shot. Everything just feels kind of fragile."

He suggested, "I...got some mota if you want to smoke?" She nodded. "Si mon."

He nodded and went to go sit down as he would need to roll some up but she blocked him with her leg. "What are you doing?" He asked. She got a serious but also powerful expression on her face. "I dunno. What do you think I'm doing?" She rubbed her foot along his thigh moving it towards his crotch. He could feel his member getting hard as she did this. She put her other foot on the back of his leg moving up and she used her foot to pull him to her.

He fell over and she pulled him to her kissing him. He tasted the wine on her breath. "Whoa...you sure you want to do this?"

"What...you don't want me?" He told her, "It's not that. You just...I know you been drinking.

"Y queee papi? I only had a few glasses. I know what I'm doing."

He grabbed his belt and started to pull it off and she kissed him and he reluctantly kissed her back. She grabbed at his pendletons and he began to let their tongues meet. He began to kiss down to her neck and she rolled her eyes back with a sigh of anticipation as he kissed further down her neckline to her chest his hands trailing up her shirt and shirt and she shivered with his touch. She stripped his shirt off to reveal his muscular frame and she began kissing his chest. He kissed down to her stomach. Though he'd advised Paul that eating a woman's ass was a good thing to do during sex, Paul had told him about paying attention to the navel. All though Neto saw it as sexy when hynas wore crop tops he often paid more attention to ass and titties.

He kissed around her navel, which was almond shaped. He licked inside her navel and she let out a breath that almost sounded like a hiss of lus and she bit her bottom lip and a low feminine hum escaped her lips and he began to kiss down to her panty line and he moved his hands up her shirt feeling her breasts. He could feel her nipples hardening in his fingers with arousal and he began to move her panties down her silky thighs which he began to kiss as well and his fingers began to tease at her underwear and he moved them aside feeling her moistness and he began to toy with her folds sliding in and out of her entrance and he began to kiss at her lips in her nether regions.

He got her to sit on his face. She began to smother him with it as he requested and she chuckled, "Can you even breathe down there?" He replied, "Mmmmph...!" The humming of his mouth against her ass turned her on her panocha getting wet. He began to move up towards her hole his tongue snaking to her pussy and she began to suck him off as she got on top of him. He groaned against her lips as she took his length into her wet and warm mouth. "Mmmmh..." She hummed against his foreskin sliding it down peeling it back with her lips as she sucked him off and deep throated him.

She began to jerk him off as she blew him. He pulled on her hips and her butt cheeks to get her to ride his face his tongue moving along her labia and back into her entrance. He nibbled her way to the edge of her cunt. He teased her but made his way across from one knee to another because he knew that a lot of what he was supposed to do to pleasure a woman was to get them yearing. He kissed her inner thighs moving from thigh to thigh. He began to move towards the crevice next to her lips. She took his cock from her mouth a second and was moaning and breathing as though she had been holding her breath for three days.

He started with a slow lick starting near th anus which took her by surprise causinga yelp and he made his way all the way up from above her anus to her pubic hair. He began to do four second licks, kind of like a St Bernard up and down her labia. He repeated again and again and she moaned more her face flushing as he had before long, done this at least twelve times. He used his tongue to move her lips aside, her clit had convulsed a few times as he had licked her his tongue having passed over it. He was glad her clit was sensitive because some women had clits that didn't get sensation like that and it took eating their pussy that much longer usually leaving him with a sore jaw. Not that he wasn't up to the challenge and in it to do it for the long haul. He just liked women who had more sensitive clits than the ones who's body played hard ball.

As he had isolated the clit from her lip, he began to lay pressure onto it almost as if tp punish it for hiding from him. He ran his entire tongue over it. He sucked her clit into his mouth as though his tongue was the bad cop and the clit was the one wh killed his partner. He kept an airtight vacuum chamber in his mouth as he took her in. After a few teasers with the swirl of his tongue, as she was getting more used to it and sucking him off more intensely his tongue began to batter her clit like a boxer with a punching bag. She moaned with intensity at the sucking of her clit and he figure it might be too much so he went back to the St. Bernard licks. "Ohmagmmmmmm..." She tried to say against his cock. He half expected her teeth to crunch on his pito and pain but somehow didn't all though he did feel her teeth on the skin a moment later. He didn't mind.

He mixed it up between the clit circles and he moved his tongue with penetration into her hole tongue fucking her. He could tell from the redness of her cheeks she was close and pre cum bubbled on her lips as she removed his manhood from her mouth again and soon the white sperm bubbled onto her lips and chin as he orgasmed before he could warn her but he continued to eat her out not intending to stop. She sucked him up dutifully swallowing his load but as she got used to the salty wad going down her throat she had to take a breather removing his dick from her mouth.

He moaned once again sending vibrations into her snapper and this drove her went back to the vaccum and began moving his tngue up and down on her pleasure bead but he moved side to side as well as it would make his mouth muscles less tired. "Oh fuck...fuck..dios mio...PAPi! AYE!" She had an orgasm in his face and he lapped her juices up but he was not about to stop. He kept repeating the same thing and she put his softening cock back in her mouth intending to give it mouth to mouth ressesitation to get him ready for the real deal buit she also didn't want him to stop this any time soon. He wanted her to have multiple orgasms. He repeated the same process five times over and she had several more riding the waves of it over his face, "Ahhhh! Fuck...NETOOOOOOOO!" She whimpered as she came and he lapped at her womanhood. Finally her magic hands came from above stopping him pulling his head up to her, kissing him.

He had eaten her until she could take it no longer.

Paul

There was a knock at the door. He and Mai were alone and he didn't know where Neto was at the moment and Ivan was still in the hospital from his gunshot wounds recovering. He didnt know how whoever was knocking got in without being buzzed in. He opened the door to see two African America women one lighter skinned the other darker skinned both clad in violet clothing. He pointed his Walther P99 in the faces of both surprising them. "The fuck do you want?" The lighter skinned one's eyes widened. "We're friends of Ivan...we heard he lived here and we..." Paul told her, "No you don't. Get your asses inside."

Mai also had her firearm drawn trained on the two as they came in. The darker skinned one said, "You think you're gonna pat me down, motherfucker cause that aint happening."

"I don't like Ballas. But I don't want to touch you either so you're going to pat each other down and if you don't got a good reason for being here I'm wasting both of you."

The two patted each other down. They both had firearms which he ordered tehm to set down. "You happy now?" Asked Leela. "Getting your jollies off watching sistas feel each other up?"

"Look, I got shot at the other day by a couple of you ball sacks. So why are you here?"

Mai told him, "Iorakote...calm down. Let me handle this. Girls...have a seat...and tell me how you know Ivan."

Paul nodded and he whistled. His Husky came in and he said, "And if I find out you had anything to do with shooting at me the other day or with shooting Ivan, I'm going to feed you to Gobbles."

That's it for this chapter. So the lemon will carry on next chapter but for now good old cunnilingus will do.

Also Packie's job at the Triangle Club will too next chapter. So as far as those shankings the Sudan correctional facility is based on Angola and is referenced in Zilla 2000's story New Arcadia. Ana is als an OC of his. The recording of Paul's altercation will be something I told him he can reference in his update and also that scene with the dog shit and Paul's hostility is based off a scene from I Love You Man. Also the way he went off was actually a lot like Trevor.

The way I described Renata's clothes when she and Neto started to get busy there's a picture of Tonantzin Esparza where she is wearing just a shirt and panties. As far as Neto's skills of going down on her that's pretty much the way a lesbian would. See I always instinctivley ate that way humming against the labia anyway and the first few times was a trial run of learning and idk if any of you get any indication of my skills from what you read here like if you think it dictates how bad or how good they are but just realize that over time my skills got closer from eating a girl out the way a guy does and the way a lesbian did. A lot of these tenciques i mostly already did the only thing i never tried was sucking on the clitoris and the airtight vacuum. It's just a fact though women do eat pussy better than men so it stands to reason we should do it more like they do. But I've given women orgasms im not saying every time but as far as my first encounters I did better than average so I'm not worried. And I learn more every time and i aim to please.

The term "truth serum" refers to a number of mind-altering drugs that make you incapable of lying, or so the theory goes. Yes, such mind-altering drugs exist, but their effect does not completely inhibit a subject's ability to lie.

Some truth serums, like sodium thiopental, slow the speed at which your body sends messages from your spinal chord to your brain. As a result, it's more difficult to perform high-functioning tasks such as concentrating on a single activity like walking a straight line or even lying. It's this concentration that you need to think up a lie that truth serum takes away.

So if any of you didn't pick up the cue, Mai's father is a former IAA agent. The thing Neto is talking about as far as knowing a way to find out who Ana his is that when you join the CIA you are allowed to tellone member of your family. It just so happens her father was the one who she told. So he's not sure if Ivan and she are really together or if she's investigating him but he suspects him either way. And as for Neto basically his idea is if he finds who Ana may or may not have told he can find out who she really is her true identity and either burn her or just extort her

As far as the history of Rock and Roll and what Tin/Tincho was talking aboyut that's pretty much true. As far as the shankings go that is based on a real La Eme shanking where some Emerops shanked another Eme member and he actually didn't die despite the matter leaking he was even able to walk again and was willing to try and commit a murder to get back in good graces but honestly a surgery involving a spinal cord like that has more capacity to go wrong than not.

So I guess what I wanted to imply as far as this is that Leroy survived the initial stabbing and did go through surgery but will die later in recovery which I'll let Zilla handle the reactions to that. Curtis Roman is a character in New Arcadia I had him get injured and I don't know if that goes against your plans if it is you can tell me ad I'll edit it but as far as King and him I didn't have them get killed off. As for the stabbings of the Undertakers that was a reference to American Me and Oz. Also to call somebody a cornudo basically is like saying a faggot a bottom boy Think of it as like saying cornhole in Spanish. As far as whether or not the guy who got stabbed in the asshole lives or not I leave up to Zilla but it won't be much of a life if he does.

As for the death of the witness to the shooting at the 17th ward theh writing in blood is a reference to Triple 9. That argument between Neto and Felix has been somewhat oif a long time coming but in a way Felix saw there's a side of him that isn't entirely just a sociopath. And as far as the shanking to where you had three Ese's versus a ton of blacks that too was a real shanking in which Rene "Boxer" Enriquez and two other Eme members commited against black inmates when they were highly outnumbered and they expected to be killed but they weren't. I can't remember what barrio one of them was from but there was one guy from Venice and Boxer is from Artesia 13 I just forget the third guy's hood.

As for Sugar and Leela they actually wanted to see if Paul and Mai would be willing to come along with them to go get revenge on Petrovic's men for shooting him which we'll see next chapter. So until next time.