Joaquin
Civil War
He walked through the calles and entrered the tienda. and he spotted Lefty. "You ready, C?" The ex marine nodded. "Yup. Who all's coming?"
Sniper, Mousy, Baby Joker, Cherry, Flaca, and even Morena and Geronimo from Vespucci were coming along. He also saw Felipe, the pee wee he had seen before from the hood who had greeted him. "You all know what you gotta do. I gotta go handle some business."
He noticed a MB gang member who was pretty much tatted up everywhere including his face. He had a crucifix necklace. Only thing was he was not a gang member and had not been since 1999. He had been a bible thumper for a while always trying to get homies to repent and turn away from sin. He'd been a banger a long for nine years but had stopped. His name was Frankie Torres. He was one of Father Mukada's most dedicated men trying to get kids to not bang anymore. "Left...when are you gonna come out of the gang life?"
"I can't, carnal. You know I can't. i took a vow, entiendes? Just like Father Mukada took his vows I took some vows of my own and there's no getting out of that. If you still want, i'll send carnales that want out of the gang to the church but that's the best I can do. I can't leave."
"You made a vow to men. Mukada and me we made a vow before God. You shouldn't fear what can only kill the body but he who can kill the body and the soul," Lefty chuckled, "Mira compa, my soul is just fine. This is my religion. Marabunta. And as for my God?" He held up a stack of cash. "This is it. Now I could leave the gang but then I would be green lit. I got a wife and kids to support. However i can. Legally or illegally. I got this story after years of scraping together and there's gonna be other places too. If I leave now it will all be for nothing."
The gang member sighed, "OK...but Rosa has sometimes come by to talk to me. I'm not sure if she wants to convert or not but some of the homies at least like to talk. Everything is confidential of course."
"Oh yeah?" He said. "I thought only priests could be confidential," The ex banger shook his head. "They have to I choose to. As much as I want to see gente in the barrio turn their lives around, prison isn't going to do them much good in the long run. If anything it'll turn them to gangs more. We've gotta do something different carnal. How many years has our varrio lost souls over nothing?"
"Look ese, i respect where you're coming from but I have to ride this to the end. i'm not having my kids be gang members. I'll pay for their college education with the feria I make here. I'm already different. i'm investing in real business. Taking it beyond just drugs and gangs. Joker never did any of this shit for us. Remember when he was running the varrio? I know you do cause he first came to lead when you were still down for the hood."
"Yes but to put faith in money? That's low bro. I mean really low."
Lefty showed him the part of the bill that said In God We Trust. "How can you be that cynical? You're not Joker, like you said. Joker is that cynical," Lefty chuckled. "Armando thought he wanted an empire but all he really wanted was chaos and anarchy. The only thing he wanted in terms of anything resembling an empire is for Marabunta to be everywhere on all seven continents and still have vatos lining up to kiss his ass."
Lefty said, "Look bro you and me go way back. I'm not leaving the life until I die. I thought hard about whether or not to take these oaths and I know it's nothing I can take back and I don't take it lightly. There's no turning back. And yeah, maybe my kids could fall into this bullshit too but my wife was in the gang too. They're still in East Los even if I am making sure they stay out of trouble. They see the bullshit that happens and they know there's a better way and if they don't they will. And if something were to happen to me, that could be their example of why not to go down my path."
"Yeah...or maybe they'd try and avenge you. And then even if it was justified by the laws of the street, they'd already cross the line," Said the Salvadoran Christian. "Look at how many enemies you have, Jose. The skin heads at Vespucci Beach, the Triads, Ballas, Families, Aztecas, Rifas, when does it end? Don't you want some peace? Even if you can't ever leave, you're gonna get old and they'll still want you to do dirt but they can at least give you non violent things you can handle business."
"Maybe but that's not for me to decide. Look, if you want I can meet you at the church later. We can have a talk even you me and Mukada as long as you can guarantee me his discretion."
"Orale pues. I respect that and i'll be praying for you in the mean time. You take care of yourself and don't forget all right?" He left the store after purchasing a soda and a bag of chips. "What was all that about?" Asked Joaquin. "Some people can';t handle the life. The guilt gets to them."
Joaquin asked him, "Tell me something homes. Do you really believe that? you put faith in money?" Lefty put an arm around him. "Look hermano...Joker often liked to pretend he was all about a good cause. Being selfless que no? Like the men and women who died in the old country for freedom. Not american army oil bullshit. Real freedom. But at the end of the day he was selfish. And that caused a rift between hermanos y heremanas. If we're going to do business different this time around, we have to aknowledge the selfishness of this lifestyle. We are in it for the gain. If we're honest about that from the getgo, we can do good in the long run for others. Joker set out to do good and ended up doing the opposite. He told himself he had a cause when he didn't. If we admit that we're doing this shit for the feria, first and foremost, we can do a lot of good down the line. And these businesses, this is the start."
Rosa asked him, "What about prostitution? That's why we're aboit to do what we're about to do. Are we doing this just to fuck with Joker and his money or are we doing it cause it's the right thing to do?" Lefty admitted, "A little bit of both carnalita. Look, i'm banning pimping in our varrio anyway. Now it might be hard to keep that shit off our streets as far as prostitution goes and maybe we can't keep them out just like Grove Street couldn't keep dope dealers off their turf. All they could do was check them every now and then. They pushed some dope dealers out but sabes que? They came back. Because people had that craving. And if you think it'd be hard to love without coka, it's even harder to shut down the oldest profession in the world. Even with Onda behind me."
"No entiendo," She said.
(I don't understand)
"The thing about Joker? He refused to change with the times. When he wasn't either taxing pimps in the varrio he was having our boys pimping rucas himself. This aint the 70's. Too many working girls get hurt on the street. Nowadays, they're using webcams, and a lot of them are call girls. It's safer. The only thing we'll do as far as that goes is have them pay us a tax but we're not pimps. We're just tax collectors the same as we would any dope dealer. They decide their hours, who their clients are. It's more profitable. Beating up on girls cause they don't make enough, or cause they don't fuck who you want them to when you tell them to is counter productive."
Fearing her brother was becoming a cold businessman while Joker had been a disgusting sociopath she asked, "Then what's the point in even stopping this aside from stopping Joker? Why not just take all his girls and make them work for us?" Joaquin saw some relief in her eyes when he said, "Because a lot of who he has where we're going, are here against their will. Some might even be underage. It's bad enough when the feds get you for prostitution rackets. When you got underage girls you're looking at worse charges. What would be the point in us adapting to the times, working with these chicas and their webcams and their escort services? The whole point is to make it harder for the juras to bust us. If there's child pornography, and prostitution, you're in even worse trouble,"
"Besides," He said. "I have kids too remember I wouldn't want them going through that bullshit. As far as sex workers we won't make anybody be there who doesn't want to. Some girls got no other skills. And it isn't as big a market but there's male escorts too. If there's vatos in the varrio that do that shit we tax them too. No children and noody against their will. No turning anybody out. It's the right thing to do morally and financially."
His sister crossed her arms. "Okay...at least I know you haven't gotten completely heartless and ambitious. What about the Triads?" Lefty looked at her with a look of hurt in his eyes but sternly said, "Voy a fingir que no acaba de decir eso."
(I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that)
Geronimo spoke up saying, "It comes down to respecto. And the Triads haven;t show any."
Sniper nodded. "Those chinks forget this is Los Santos not San Fierro or Hong Kong. They picked the wrong side of Marabunta to make a deal with. We had a deal with them and they go behind our backs? Chale..."
Morena agreed, "They're giving us too much trouble in the West Side too. And they're starting to cut into our share of the heroin trade downtown."
Lefty summed it all up. "It's bad enough the chinos didn't reach out when Joker left the country. See that's dishonest and underhanded. But for them to keep watch of his whores and make him and his turncoat homies money by letting his girls come in on one of their container ships? We can't let that happen. Now look, I'm gonna go meet Frankie. I'm not converting. It's an alibi if anything should happen. But you all know what to do."
They got into a 49' bomb. A dark blue Slamvan. It had hydraulics too but now wasn't the time for hopping. Joaquin was driving, Mousy rode shotgun. Sniper, Baby Joker, Felipe and Flaca rode in the back. Geronimo, Morena, and Cherry rode in a similar bomb. A green 56' Slamvan. While Morena and Cherry rode upfront,, Geronimo and three other Marabunta thugs Joaquin did not know was with him. They took different routes toward the Port Of Los Santos. Joaquin put the radio on and the song Eastside Memories by Chino Grande played as they drove off.
"So...listen...I know this isn't the right time to talk about all of this but...we could be dead soon so we might as well. That conversation we had about Amata...and you and me...do you still feel the same way? i mean do you still have feelings for me?" He looked in the back where the gang members rode but luckily. Felipe, Baby Joker, Flaca, and Sniper were all having their own conversation in Spanish. From what he could tell it was about vacations in Mexico or Central America and which parts were good places to visit or live in and which places to avoid.
Flaca was saying how she hated Guadalajara and Jalisco. Sniper was saying he wouldn't mind owning a place in Nicaragua since it was at least better in some parts than Mexico or El Salvador to live. Felipe said he'd go to Costa Rica cause of the women down there. Baby Joker was saying he'd just settle for a vacation in any of those places period.
"Yeah...I have...look...just cause I think the way I do doesn't mean I don't want to be with you," She told him, "Right but what if i wanted to be in a relationship with more than one guy are you saying you'd be cool with that?" He shook his head. "Hell no! A guy's gotta be bi to be into that! Just like two hynas would have to be to be with each other and a vato."
She rolled her eyes. "Joaquin, stop watching porn. Don't you believe in commitment?" He nodded, "Yeah but it's not just about sex. And look you're not bi i get it but I mean it's what our ancestors did. Hell most people's ancestors do you realize most people today are alive cause of non monogamous relatiomnships? I mean look it may sound hypocritical to you and yeah a girl would have to be not exactly straight but that doesn't mean i love you you love him he loves soe other girl like an endless line. It'd be two or more people in a commited relationship. You know monogamy is against nature right?"
"Swans do it," She said. "Yeah and they're birds with a tiny brain! But our ancestors were apes and they sure as hell didn't," She rolled her eyes. "You want to talk about nature well by that logic people should be flinging their caca at each other and swinging from trees still too, eh?" He chuckled at that. "I think you're exaggerating. Look all that i'm saying is a man can love two parents rigtht? Now just one. He can love two or more children so why does it have to be just one woman? Look, I know you're not down for this sort of thing...and I do love you...like a sister but more than a sister too...but I don't want to hurt you either. You deserve better than me."
"You know, you could have your harem or whatever the fuck you want to call it I might think you even know what you were doing with that and wanting that, if you actually had a plan! To get out of the gang and go straight! How long are you gonna keep this up? You heard what my brother said he has no choice and in a way i'm still pissed at him for that but he ,made his bed and now he's gonna lay in it. You don't have to."
Joaquin snickered, "Mousy, we're about to go kill a lot of people. Whether it's for a good cause or not, whether it's to help a bunch of innocent girls or because we're showing some standards and we're doing the prostitution business differently, it doesn't matter. We are about to go kill some Triads and probably a good amount of people claiming the same shit we are. Whether you agree with it yourself you're about to violate your own standards, mija. I care about you and even if you and I are never an item I'll always love you but sabes que? Grow th fuck up. You're always telling me to grow up and do something with my life right? To go straight. Do what my parents would have wanted for me. Go back to college. Well how about you grow up yourself? You're not out of the life yet and until you are until you're out for good jumped out, get pregnant whatever you gotta do, don't sit there and act like you're running your own business. Lefty is closer to that than we are and he has more blood on his hands than either of us."
"Fuck you, Joaquin! I'm so tired of your machismo bullshit! You act like your destiny is written in stone! Tu sabes you act like your own birth parents aren't your parents you act like you only had Lefty and Joker as your parents. Well you don't. You're twenty five. Joker is a puto and Jose, he;s got his own kids. He's not your daddy, pendejo!"
"What the fuck do you want from me? Get a job? Become a citizen? Get outta here, Rosa. Look, I might not have been as supportive as I could have been about you wanting out of the ghetto and yeah maybe some things have held you back. You're not white, you're from the barrio, these are obstacles in America. But the one thing you can control is how much dirt you do for Curb Side. Nobody put a cuete to your head and said, cmon, homegirl let's go kill some Triads. You did that all on your own. Now you can dream about bigger and better things all you want and I really do hope you get what you want but until you do, all they are is dreams. And dreams are bullshit. I don't expect to find love in my life. I don't think I got anything else going on and never will but this shit here."
She looked out the window in anger. "You're negtative. You're a negative thinker that;s why. You're afraid to be anything else but a banger so you just use that as an excuse not to try. You could still be handling all the hood business you wanted and still go back to classes at the University. At least I'm in college. I'm trying. Can you say the same? No. You're just a pessimist so callete!"
"I'm not a pessimist I'm a pragmatist. You choose to be optimistic and you have that right. I choose to be realistic. I'm not trying to tell you to stop thinlking the way you do so why do you try and change me? If anybody is ever going to change me it's gonna be me. And even if I get it in my head that I want to change, the second I do, that's when some chavalas from another hood will catch me."
"You still blame yourself cause of what happened to Amata, don't you?! You have to move on there's nothing you could have done."
"That's easy for you to say. You didn't find her like I did. She was bleeding in my arms. And you know th homies keep telling me she was happy in that last moment she was talking to me. It's bullshit all right? Just because she might not have known what was coming and even if it did kill her so fast she didn't feel a thing the fact is she's gone. Her life, robbed. And it's mostly my fault. I shouldn't have taken her with me on that cop jale on Brogue avenue. That put a target on her back same as mine except that mayate was after me not her. But he settled for her. You weren't there, Rosa you didn't hold her in your arms in your lap with pieces of her throat that got torn up by buckshot."
She looked at him her dark eyes wide with horror and disbelief. "Her only mistake was she tried to get out of the gang too. She was alive for all this time she was riding for El Burro Heights enemies and all but she lived. But then the second she starts going to church, that changes. She gets killed. See, it might seem like a good idea to stop banging and in theory it is. But in practice that's something else. Even if your homies let you walk that doesn't mean enemigos will. For me this is all about survival. If I never joined Marabunta those Ballas back at Vespucci Beach all those years ago would have killed me.I stayed alive because i had to fight. Whether you bang or not, to live in the barrio is a fight for survival. Hell living in this piece of shit country is. And the second you stop fighting thinking you can leave peacefully among all these pinche lobos? you're fucked. That's what I don't want to see happen to you Mousy and I aint letting ithappen to me so if you leave Maraunta, forget about me forget about Lefty. Forget East Los Santos just find another state or even another country and go. you're still young. Start a new life. I know you want to change the varrio for the better but it can't be you. You've done too much dirt. It has to be a smart fucker from our neighborhood that never joined a gang."
She looked at him like she might cry but just looked down. "That's a really shitty thing to say to me. Worse than what you said before a few years ago. I always tried to encourage you. Never once did i tell you you couldn't do anything and now you want to push me away? Tell me I can't change East Los?"
"It's not a matter of me doubting you, Rosa! It's the choices you;ve made that makes it impossible. You maybe could stay behind and maybe you live but what if you don't? What if the same thing that happened to Sad Eyes happens to you? if you're really done with the gang life you should get as far away from East LS as you can. Plenty of people have. A lot of people went to school and became doctors and lawyers or whatever the fuck. They shouldn't have left. You should! For your own safety."
"This might come as a surprise to you but I don't need you to take care of me and even if I did drop my flag I'd still defend myself. You were gone three years! Longer if you count your time in the military. I didn't need you to fight battles for ,me then and i don't now. I didn't want to say this but...as long as there's people like you...people like my brother...there's no hope for the varrio..." Those words cut him deep. "If you were a man i'd..."
"Kill me? Oh no wait. You'd fuck me in the ass right?" He knew what she was implying as far as his time in prison, "You've got some nerve!" He snarled. "I never..." She told him, "It doesn't matter! In your mind you're still in prison! You've let the neighjborhood become like a prison cell to you instead of the community its supposed to be!"
Sniper knocked on the window. "Yeah?!" He told the two of them, "Look I don't know what's going on between the two of you but you need to get your shit together. Both of you. El mero mero sent us here to do a job and whatever emotions you got flying around in there is not going to help it's just going to distract so can you please just drive? If not I'll drive and you two can sit back here. But I can only fit one other person up front with me maybe two so either way you'lkl be arguing in front of a crowd. Not that i can't still hear you anyway. I'm against the window."
They arrived at the Port and they all began to put bandannas over their faces. Two guards were in front of a gate with a barrier. Sniper aimed an H&K PSG1 at the two guards, both of whom were gavachos. "Sorry homes! Marabunta party only! youre not on the guest list!" He fired and before the two guards could get their pistols from their holsters he crowned both men with head shots and then got out of the truck and hit the switch to lift the barrier. They were inside the port and they had to make their ways to the ship containers. A car load of Marabunta members followed Joaquin's truck plus the vatos from Vespucci. Sniper informed him, "That's El Sapo's homies he's sending some backup even if he can't be here."
Mousy took an AA-12, Joaquin had an M-16A4, Baby Joker had an AK-74 with a scope, Morena had an H&K UMP. Flaca had an M4A1, Cherry carried two Uzi's, Felipe carried a 9mm, plus a Mac-11, Geronimo carried a Spas 12.
Joaquin charged in, firing his Assault Rifle, hitting a Marabunta member in the chest seven rounds shaking up the cholos body and he fell against one of the containers and a few more rattled him up. Morena sprayed up two MB members, one a gang member wearing a silver jersey with blue lettering and the number 12 on it, a pelon standing about five foot six. "Eat shit and die you fucking turn coat putos!"
Cherry, the Costa Rican woman, demanded, "Where's jokers's shipment, cabron?!" The Marabunta members on Joker's side were all male. The Triads soon came out too, opening fire at Joaquin and the others. Sniper managed to drop one of them from a distance but the Triads soon figured it out so they tried to rain fire upon the Curb Side Locos without exposing themselves. "You fucking pieces of shit!" Screamed an Asian American man of about five foot four with a skater cutr, wearing a leather jacket and black pants, carrying an MP5. "Wu is going to crucify you bastards!"
"Thats what happens when you give our enemies asylum puto! These fuckers have been green lit!" Screamed Joaquin. "They aint real Mara!" He let the Triad have it with twenty rounds. The gang member took ten rounds in the stomach and blood poured from his stomach wounds and his exit wounds in his back as well as his mouth as he hit the man in his esophagus. The next Triad, a male with a shaved head wearing a gold t shirt and baggy stonewashed jeans fired at him hitting him in the chest knocking him down as the gang member carried two pistols. "STICK YOUR GREEN LIGHT UP YOUR ASS!"
Cherry rushed forth helping Joaquin to his feet pulling him out of harms way as she was closest to him but not before sending half a dozen rounds at the Triad to cover him, they all hit the guy in the torso and he fell wounded. "You good hermano?" Asked Cherry. He nodded, "I'm good. Gracias.."
She smiled, "We're doing the right thing. Let's get these girls out of here."
Two more lowriders arrived one of which was full of Marabunta members from their clique in Davis, whom Joaquin hardly had any contact with the other from some Marabunta members in Rancho. He wasn't aware they had a clique in Rancho and as far as he knew they didn';t he certainly hadn't seen anybody repping Maranbunta when he went through visiting Vagos like Toker and Wicked but then that didn't mean they weren';t there. "Sapo really has called in a lot of favors today!" Called out Baby joker as he laid down blind fire at two marabunta members and a Triad who fired at him from cover.
The MB members from Davis and Rancho joined in the gunfight taking out six rogue Marabunta members in a barrage of bullets but two allied Mara members were also killed instantly in the process one from Rancho and one from Davis. But each faction still had three left. Sniper reloaded and looked through his scope. "Culebra come here homes!" He rushed to the El Salvadoran gang member. "What is it?" He had him look through the scope. "That;s one of the vatos Lefty greenlit ese. The nine guys? I though the ones that didn't get a valla left the city."
"I guess he needs at least one asshole up here trying to look after his interests in El Norte but that shit stops now."
He took the Rifle from Sniper and zoomed in on the gangmember who was shooting it out with a few of the spare Marabunta members from Vespucci Beach dropping one of them as the rapist gang member fired a .44 Desert Eagle hitting one of Geronimo's homies with a headshot. Joaquin fired hitting him in the groind and the man's pants went from blue to red in an instant and the gang member fell writhing holding what had had once been his manhood as the shot had got him in the dick and balls. "We'll send joker your balls as a gift, puto. All right, Joaquin get back out there I'll cover you all. It looks like mousy's in trouble I can't get a clean shot!" Joaquin ran out to her seeing she was pinned down by four Triads.
Joaquin fired from a distance trying to get the Triads to focus less on her. Only two of them did. He had to reload however and he had only wounded one with several rounds in the right arm but hadn't killed him. The other was about to hit him with a headshot but he was dropped and Joaquin saw the smoking weapons of Felipe and Cherry. "Get her!" Screamed one of the Triads. "Alive! She's Lefty's sister! We'll teach that wetback what happens when you double cross Mr. Wu!" The other screamed, "No we can turn her out! Or ship the bitch down to El Salvador for Joker to have fun with!"
Mousy screamed in a rage, "FUCK YOU PINCHE CHAVALAS!" She fired her weapon in a rage but in the process took a round in the right shoulder and the two ran up to try and finiush her. Joaquin panicked and he fired from about fifty yards in a rush not sure there was enough time to aim. He hit one in the right shoulder and back. He fell and the other turned to him and he hit the guy with a shot in the neck and Mousy retrieved her sidearm and unloaded five more shots into the guy. He got up to her and helped her up. "You okay...? Jesus i thought I lost you..."
"I'm fine..." She said. Her voice shaky. "It's just a flesh wound..." He told her, /"I'm sorry...everything I said back there..."
"I know...don't worry about it...let's just get through this...but please don't leave my side...I want the trained Marine next to me..."
Cherry and Felipe dropped two more rogue Marabunta members and the remaining Marabunta members who Joaquin did not personally know the names of were all getting into a shootout with at least half a dozen Triads. Sniper picked off banger after banger until there was no more Joker loyalists alive. He reloaded the Sniper Rifle and began to look for another vantage point as he followed the group.
Mousy fired her AA-12 dropping a Tong member, blowing his right knee cap out. "You can still shoot that thing?" She nodded, "Yeah it's not that bad just a graze!" She called as she let the automatic rounds hit the same man in the stomach. The powerful round tore into him at a downward spiral and she hit him with two more. Another Triad, a man with a PKM was about to shoot Joaquin but Mousy squeezed the rest of the magazine hitting the man from his thighs up to his center mass and one of the powerful rounds tore through his bowels and another punched right into his colon. The man collapse dead, his pants soiled by blood and shit as his guts leaked out.
"I've got your back too..." She promised. Joaquin looked at the carnage her gunshots had caused as she reloaded in a somewhat rushed and panicked state, her hand shaking. "That is E to the Z oh twiddley DEE-sgusting!" She couldn't help but laugh at the way he said that and the fact that he could be that light hearted in combat.
Joaquin remembered that he had packed some grenades too. He had them clipped to his belt but only two. "You fucking Salvadoran cocksuckers are dead! Wait till Mr. Wu gets down here! He makes us look like a piece of cake!" Joaquin taunted back in a shout as Mousy fired blindly forcing one of the Triads into cover, "I don't think he will be! He seems too pussy for a hands on approach!" The Triad screamed back, "Wu King Cheng is a warrior! He will make you wish your mother fell down some stairs!"
Joaquin's temper was getting worse lately as he had been off his meds but he managed to hold it together just barely at the mention of his deceased parents. He shot back, "Well, Jackie Chan, your mother has taken more dicks than all the land mines in Vietnam! Speaking of which..." He came out tossing a grenade. He hit both Triads killing one instantly as the blast took his head off. The other lost his left arm and screamed as he bled out, also having part of his right leg blown off at the ankle. Joaquin stormed towards him with the Rifle in hand. He finished him with a headshot.
Just then one Marabunta member who they had somehow missed, came out carrying an RPG. One of the Triads yelled, "Yes brother! Hit them!" The MB member screamed, "Fuck Lefty, ese! We got the big guns!" He fired and Joaquin and Mousy despite being out of its path and on the ground just after he fired, the rocket sailed over them and hit one of the lowriders, a tan Savannah that the Marabunta members from Davis had arrived in. The blast was deafening and destroyed the lowrider. Joaquin got to his feet and he got Mousy to take cover behind one of the containers before the man could fire again. The second blast hit the remaining Davis gangsters and body parts flew everywhere as the explosion kicked up debris.
With that happening the Triads who remained opened fire in a counter strike against the Marabunta members. Morena took cover behind one of the Triad SUV's and Geronimo ran across trying to get to her to warn her that it might not be safe behind a vehicle with a rocket launcher in the picture. But iy wasn't safe to stand up and get shot by the Triads either. Joaquin threw the other grenade in their direction hard as he could hoping to get the Marabunta traitor but he only got three Triads instead. He fired trying to hit as many of the Chinese gangsters as possible but had to keep taking cover as they laid down heavy return fire. The Rancho carnales managed to drop one more of the Triads before they were mowed down by the Triad counter attack.
"Shit!" Screamed Cherry. "These chavalas are dug in good!" Sniper managed to get onto one of the containers between in a space between and he had a good vantage point. He saw the Marabunta traitor was aiming for Joaquin and Mousys position. He focused on the gang members face and squeezed and the man;s head kicked up in a burst of red mist exploding out of the back of his head while the RPG misfired and hit one of the Triad SUV's instead but luckily, not the one Cherry was behind.
They got up to the last of the Triads, with Geronimo, Cherry, Baby Joker, Morena, and Flaca laying down the heaviest fire killing all but one of them. Flaca knee capped the last one, taller Chinese man, with a black suit on. He tried to shoot her but Cherry blew out his other knee. "That's what happens to putos who sex traffic girls, fucker! Now where are they?!" The gang member screamed, "Fuck you, bitch! You should be in there with him! You look like half the whores in this city!" Cherry scowled, "Wrong answer. Now we move onto your pito next..."
Joaquin stopped the younger chola. "Hold up mija. Let me handle this. Now you're going to tell us where those girls are being held. If you guys wanted a deal with anybody from our organization you should have stuck to the original one with us. By going against us, you showed you aren't very good businessmen. Maybe the Triads down here just aren't as serious as the ones in Fierro or back home where you belong."
The gang member told him, "I'm not telling you shit you dumb American faggot! Wu King is going to play golf with your testicles!"
Joaquin stepped on his wounded knees. "AHHHHHHH! SHIT! ST...STOP IT...!" Joaquin stepped off of his mushed up ruined mess that had been his knees. "Ahh buddy you're gonna bleed to death before I get anything oyut of your stupid ass! We want to know where thse girls are."
"What...difference...does it make...?You Marabunta...assholes...are just as involved with the sex trade...as us...Joker said easy money..."
"Not anymore. And nobody from my varrio except that bitch Joker ever would have done some scandalous pedo like that. Lefty wouldn't, Indio wouldn't. No children. That's against the reglas."
"Who...is Indio...?"
"He's the last shot caller of El Burro Heights. Or he was...at least until Joker ratted on him to the cops. Is that who you want to die for? A snitch? A snitch who sold out his best friend?" Joaquin saw he wasn't going to respond so he grabbed the man's wounded leg and he told Cherry to grab the other. "You know, I don't support Thanksgiving but I'm feeling a little bit wishful and this guy's knees are hamburger thanks to you lovely ladies. What do ya say Cherry? Why don't I pull his left leg and you pull his right leg? We can make a wish bone out of this zipperhead cock sucker."
Cherry grinned, "i'm game. I hate pimps and I hate pedophiles even more," They began to pull and he shreiked, Joaquin had a sadistic grin on his face, "Now remember just like turkey! Whoever has the longest end of the bone wins!" Cherry smirked, "Okay but we can't say what the wish is or it won't come true!"
The guy screamed like a pig in a slaughterhouse, "ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT! That one over there..." He pointed. "I have the key to the padlock..."
Joaquin went up to it and told Cherry and Felipe and the others to stand guard while he and Rosa went to have a look. Geronimo and Flaca grinned and Flaca shoved Cherry aside saying, "Hey no turkeys i ever ate granted me a wish maybe this one will!" She and Geronimo did the same sick torture on him and he shrieked more
The key didn't work. Rosa told him to stand back and she fired at the padlock and they got it open. They found about six inside. About half of them were from Mexico, and Central America and South American. Geronimo took it upon himself to shoot the lock off of another. Inside this one was an equal number of women but they were east Asian. In each of the two containers there was two out of the six that were under aged. In the one fullof central americans, was a 12 year old and a 13 year old. In the one full of Asian women was a 14 year old and a 9 year old. Mousy stormed over in a fury ignoring her wound, no longer able to hold her shotgun but still able to hold her handgun. She walked up to the wounded Triad and fired a round into his face. "Fucking piece of shit!" She screamed.
Cherry looked shocked too but joined in firing upon the man and then they both started emptying their handguns into the already deceased man pumping him full of rounds. Cherry, Sniper, and Geronimo walked up to the containers that were full of girls of their race. ¡Está bien! No estamos traficantes o la inmigración! Los encontraremos un lugar seguro. Las cabezas de serpiente están muertos."
(It's okay! We're not traffickers or immigration! We will find you someplace safe. The snake heads are dead.)
Stated Sniper. This was an unusual side to him. Usually he was as drugged out as Joker or as ruthless but he had seen this side of him before he just buried it with coke and heroin a lot of the time. Still when it came to child prostitution even a hardcore gang banger like him drew the line. One of them, a young Guatemalan girl with short hair who had been captured trying to pass as a boy by cutting her hair, said to him, "¿Cómo sabemos que no lo son? Eres demasiado tambien."
(How do we know you aren't? You're gangsters too. )
Cherry spoke up, "No estamos todos los monstruos. Estamos Marabunta sí, pero estamos poniendo fin a este tipo de cosas en nuestra ciudad," She said softly.
(We're not all monsters. We're Marabunta yes but we are putting an end to this sort of thing in our city.)
Joaquin did not speak any of the languages of the Asian girls but Geronimo knew sign language. He signaled for them to follow him. "How are we gonna get them all outta here, ese? i want to help all these poor people but how? They got here in a container,"
Joaquin saw all the Marabunta members were looking to him for leadership. "The homies from Davis are gone same with their car but the Rancho Marabunta car is still there. Take some of them in this. The rest there looks like enough gas guzzlers to get them all out of here. The rest, look i'm sorry Geronimo but a few of your homies didn't make it. So some will ride with you."
Before long they were driving back to the city, just as the cops were starting to arrive and they assumed that they hadn't so far because the Triads had paid them to take a hike.
Just then, the cell phone of the Triad who had been the last to die rang. "Hello Wu..."
"Who is this?"
"The people you shouldn't have double crossed by helping our enemy escape. Now your homies, and all the traitors from our side have been punished and sabes que? You're next."
"You just made a big mistake my friend. You'll see that soon enough. Chu Lao was a good man. One of my best. I promise you all those close to you will suffer a much worse fate. I'll be deporting your asses back to the underworld."
"You know what's funny ese? You fuckers can't have more than one kid. So his ancestors line ends here."
The gang member growled, "We don't need to reproduce like rats the way you fucking cockroaches do..population is too high as it is..." Joaquin shrugged. "You could do that to lower the population. Of course it's pretty faggy you all want sons instead of daughters China must be one giant sausage fest...well...maybe not giant...but still India has over a billion people and they have the same sized families as us. And me and my carnales are one big family. Little kids Wu...that's some sick shit. You're gonna pay."
He hung up. They drove around knowing they needed to get off the streets trying to think of someplace they could put all these illegals without them getting deported. He had always wanted to help Raza and while Asians had never given him as much trouble as anglos or blacks in his life, it seemed that the war with the Triads would only get worse.
Trevor
He arrived at the studio just as Michael told him to. "All right i'm here. What is it you wanted me to see?" Michael showed him what he had. "Follow me...look I know you hate this town but there's a vice for everybody out here. And I don't just mean meth. My poison is movies you know that. Frank's is...well i'm not sure yet but we're gonna find out once we get him out of custody. I got you a job as a producer."
"Producer? Producing what?!" He told Trevor, "Just go through that door."
Trevor walked in and saw to his surprise, Ron Jeremy, the famous pornstar wearing a hockey jersey and a baseball cap on backwards he was fucking an Asian female doggystyle. "Hey man! You must be Trevor Michael told me about you. Said you were a pretty cool guy,"
Michael closed the door behind him and Trevor felt awkward. He couldn't help but look at the woman though. She was getting penetrated and Ron was acting like the sex was no thing. She licked her lips. "Hey bud Jessica here... i think she needs a cock in her mouth."
Trevor looked at her and asked, "Is this cool?" She nodded and he unzipped reluctantly. She began to suck him off. "So I hear you're a guy who knows how to get things done. I may need a guy like you," Ron said as he continued thrusting. "W..what..?" Trevor asked, as he was in awe at the sucking skills of the woman. "Dude...Eiffel tower. Cmon buddy I'm doing you a solid..."
Trevor high fived him but then the pornstar didn't let go of his hand he held it almost as though they were long lost brothers. "Now we're like a chain," Trevor told him, "This is a fucking dream come true! It's like the pope giving mass and asking me to come help!" After about five minutes he thrust really hard into the woman and she jumped forward. Ron saw the look on Trevor's face and laughed " I did that on purpose. I wanted to show you the biggest no no in porn. Whenever you're doing a two on one you never thrust that hard or you could seriously injure the other guy."
"Uh..thank you...?" Trevor thought, Jesus that's how you know you have a giant cock if you can injure another person through another through a third party. If I wanted to injure him with my boy I'd have to put hot sauce on it and jam it in his eye!
After the three way ended, he was still in shock, and lucky that hot chick hadn't bitten his dick off on accident. He exchanged numbers with the porn king. Michael was waiting outside. "What do you think, T? Was I right or was I right?" Trevor sucked n abreat. "Okay I know you had ambitions to make movies Mikey but what the fuck?! How did you swing that?! You worked with Solomon Richards but that's guys older than Methuselah!" Michael crossed his arms. "It's because of him that I was able to pull these strings. He aint involved in porn and neither am i. But he knows people who are."
Ron came outside. "Hey, Mike, how's it going? So Trevor. We were talking it over the three of us. We're thinking about getting you a job. In the business."
Trevor chuckled, "I'm not exactly Milton Macleroy!" Ron chuckled. "Please. I've seen amature pornstars that act better than that hack."
"No, I meant looks wise. And my boy is only five inches. I'm not you."
"Well yoi don't have to be in the movies if you don't want but from what Michael tells me you're somewhat of a porn aficionado. So what would you say to directing and producing? Even writing the scrips? We'd start off lower tier but you'd be working with me as a co you gotta earn that first cause I need some things taken care of."
"Mr. Jeremy...it would be an honor and a privillege...BUT! Just because i don't feel like performing on camera doesn't mean I don't want to sample the goods before we put it out! That's my terms if I'm doing errands for you first," The porn legend laughed. "Of course! What do you think casting couches are for? You'll be balls deep in more snatch than a tampon. And more ass than a donkey stable. And if you change your mind, you can always get in front of the camera not just behind. The only dudes that gotta be pretty are erotica actors and that crap is for feminists anyway."
Trevor shook hands with the man, "If I were you'd i'd wash that hand later," Michael cracked. "That goes for both of you,"
Trevor ignored him. "We are brothers of the sword!" Ron smirked, "Trevor, i've got thousands of brothers of the sword. But it's always good to add to the family."
Franklin
He sat in the middle of a cabin in Chumash. "The hell am I doing here? Either book me or let me go motherfucker!" Dave told him, "You're forgetting hlow this works. I tell you what to do not the other way around. Michael has got it in his head that he's done with me. HThe man's got an attitude. I've done him favors for years and now he's just wanting to throw that all away only to get back into robbery."
"Man, you know he wouldn't be doing that if you hadn't frozen our assets!" Dave sighed sittin down. "I'll tell you what, Franklin. If you play ball with me, I'll unfreeze your assets. I got a way to do it without anybody knowing. Hell, I'll do the same fr those other two psychos...maybe...I'm not sure about Trevor..."
"If you expect me tlo snitch forget it. But I wonder what your bosses would say about all the illegal shit you done? Sending Mike to clap niggas from the IAA, that shootout at the Davis sheriff department, plus that middle eastern dude yall tortured. You want to threaten to expose our skeletons you better make sure you clean yousr out nigga. But we know where all the secret compartments are."
"I didn't say snitch. I just need you to keep an eye on Trevor Phillips for me."
"Why?" Dave told him, "We think he's involved with terrorism. I can't say for sure. He doesn't strike me as some religious fundementalist but he does strike me as an oppturunist and he'd do just about anything to make a quick buck. For christ sakes, Clinton wake up and smell the coffee. Do you watch the news? You've seen the chaos with Merryweather. Attacking a bunch of private contrators at the port of Los Santos just to get a secret weapon to sell to the Chinese? See I l know what happened with that. Percival let me 's not normal. You and Michael, what you do, robbing jewelry stores it's illegal, maybe immoral but normal. What he and Trevor used to do was even normal. But that methanphetamies has gotten to his head and clouded his judgement."
"So what you want me to do? Put a bug on him?" The FIB agent shoolk his head. "No. I just want you to keep an eye on him. We have an agent inside a Los Santos terror cell that Trevor has been dealing with. Several gun deals out at the Mackenzie Airfield. He is posing as a member of said terror cell. The only thing is he knows Trevor and has about as much information on Trevor's extracurricular activities as any of the other cell members do. The difference between my man in there and you is that you have a personal relationship with Mr. Phillips. A friend of a man who's in a terror cell is a hell of a lot more reliable to me and the FIB than an associate. Even if he is one of our best agents and probably the only FIB agent in the country that is inside a US terror cell."
"What if I say no, dog? This shit is all way deeper than anything I want to get involved in. Look I might be a criminal ok? I admit that but the thing about that is everything I did for you, everything we did for you is illegal as hell too. Even if it's something as simple as busting into an IAA building and talking an interrogation suspect you still had us gunning down government agents just cause you and the Agency gotta have a pissing the very least you'd get fired if not a lot of jail time. I mean cops get off easy but then motherfuckers accused of treason don't."
Dave laughed at that. "Oh and you think you'd be able to get away with it if I did? You would be on death row."
"Maybe. Or maybe not. You know your honor, I didn't have a choice. The FIB...they scare me. I was just making a mistake. Looking to get out of gang banging. Even worked for a car dealership. I don't even have a record except for one arrest for sagging. Agent Norton on the other hand has been exorting Michael Townley."
"Look, Franklin. I'm not asking you to testify or to snitch. Or even to kill your friend this time. I'm just asking you to keep an eye on him. If he's involved with terrorism, then I need to know. If he's not we'll call it my mistake. And I'll finally let you guys be. I might even let you and Michael get your assets unfrozen. In fact if you agree to do this right now, I'll unfreeze part of it rightnow. As a sign of good faith. Not all of it. We'll say...the amount of money you and Michael had after the jewelry store job and the Paleto Bay score. But until we can be sure that Trevor isn't involved in any terrorist plots, we can't do the same for him."
"Bro Trevor is not a terrorist. You know all the things he has done but terrorism aint up there, dog. But fine. I'll look into it. And when I prove this is all bullshit, his shit gets turned on too. And you don't fuck with our lives no more."
"Sure. But I noticed you have a new associate. We';ve een watching. A certain individual from Murietta Heights and I don't just mean that fat computer hacker who keeps breaking our firewalls. You know who i'm referring to and there is no deal for him. We're looking into them and unless he becomes of use to us, we're taking him and his gang down. It's a new day, Franklin. Gangs and terrorists are done."
"Whatever, dog. It aint like we're tight like that anyway. Do we got a deal or not? All my terms?" The FIB agent told one of the agents standing guard, "Can you make us up a form for Mr. Clinton and me to sign so we can have him on his way?" The agent did as he asked and he signed it. With that, Franklin was dropped off not too long after that at the airport and Dave hailed him a cab. "Remember. You're working with us now too. Same as Michael. More than Michael."
They drove off and Franklin got in a cab. He tried to call Trevor but the man wasn't answering so he tried Michael and it went straight to voicemail. "Where do you want to go?" Asked the cabbie. "Hey take me to West Vinewood, please."
With that he was off. He felt guilty over what he'd said. Though Joaquin wasn't exactly close he wasn't looking to throw the guy under the bus either and though he didn't entirely trust him, the fact was during their robbery together he had covered his ass on the ground and he had been fun enough to hang with when he Trevor and Michael all chilled together. He called him up. "Aye dog it's Franklin. You want to hang out, man?"
"Now? All right sure. I'm in North Vinewood. Just north of Eclipse."
"Sounds good," With that he told the cabbie to take another direction.
Meanwhile...
Joaquin was walking through Vinewood, observing a gay pride parade that was loud as hell. He was lucky Franklin had called before they started coming this way or he might not have heard him. He kept walking and he came into an alley. A white guy bumped into him. "Hey watch where you're going, ese!" He told him. He was on edge as he hadn;t taken his meds still and he didn';t feel like going to the pharmacy to refill them. "Sorry bro, I was trying to send a Bleet. Had to reshare."
"Can't you do that on a computer?" The guy, around Joaquin's age, yet acting like he was much younger than he was, had that stupid millenial attitude as if he didn't remember the days before people used cell phones just to talk. As if he didn't remember when the internet was used on lap tops and desk tops only even though it wasn't as long ago as people made it out to be. "Who the fuck uses Bleeter and Life Invader on a computer?!" The guy started laughing at him. "I do."
"Get with the times, bro!" Joaquin snapped. He shoved the guy further into the alley. He seized the mans Ifruit phone and he punched him in the stomach causing the man to open his mouth gasping. "You got a big fucking mouth, cabron! You want to use Eye Find? BETTER HOPE YOUR COLON CAN TEXT YOU FUCKING MILLENIAL BITCH!" He shoved the cell phone into his mouth and the guy started to choke trying to spit it out but he pushed him to the ground. He kicked the phone deeper into his mouth breaking several of the man's teeth and he began to get electrocuted while choking at the exact same time. "TRY BLEETING NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He screamed as the man died a painful death. He kicked it deeper trying to make it go down his throat.
Just then a Chicano man came into the alley. "Yo Jordan you gotta see this selfie this chi..." Joaquin spotted him and the guy saw what happened. Joaquin retrieved his gun and the guy started to run. "Oh shit!" The man took off across the street trying to dial and run at the same time. He didn't see the Sprunk truck coming. The man was hit and he went flying. Joaquin whistled putting the gun away and nobody noticed him as they went forward to see if the other guy was okay. Well that solved itself...Jesus though...I just killed that guy over a pretty petty thing what the fuck is happening to me?
Another darker voice inside him argued with the other, Fuck him! That'll teach him not to say the wrong thing to the wrong guy!
Franklin
The cab pulled up and he spotted the cholo. He was dressed pretty casually in neutral colors. He had his long hair tied back in a ponytail and wore black khakis and a long black t. "What's up, man?" Joaquin said, "Not much. Where we headed?" Franklin told the cabbie, "Vinewood Hills. Much as I got nothing against cabs i'd rather we roll in my car. You can see my crib too."
"If you say so. What's the occasion? I gotta admit i'm surprised you called me given where I'm from and where you're from."
"I can overlook that bullshit, man that aint me it hasn't been me for a while. It's true, I've gotten dragged into situations cause of people I grew up with but that's the way it is you gotta look out for your homies. I'm looking to move past all of this gang crap. It;s gotten me nowhere. I'm lucky I aint dead cause of it."
"Yeah I hear you. I mean i normally wouldn't tell an outsider this kind of thing but it's not like you're tight with anybody in my varrio. You'd get along with vatos out there about as well as I do with that genius Lamar. Truth is, I may not want to do this myself. There's a woman in my life...trying to get me to get out of this shit and i've been thinking about it but i don't know. That plus...I have a hard time with monogamy."
"Ah shit you fucked around on your girl?" He shook his head. "That's just it. I never cheated in my life really. I've just had casual hook ups and relationships wher I've been faithful but they still didn't last. I just don't like the idea of being with one woman. It seems harder to do than to just embrace our nature."
"Yeah but it's not like you want her out with other dudes though right? Trust me dog, if she's the right woman, be faithful to her. Or if you got something else going on, be up front about it. That was a mistake I made. My ex left me case she aint like the way I was living but also cause I was in strip clubs too much and she thought I was fucking around."
"Were you?" Franklin admitted, "A few times but it didn't mean nothing. We had a connection though me and her. At least we did but then she went and got married to somebody else. She wanted to still be friends and I been kind of an asshole about it."
"Yeah? How so?"
"She wanted me to go to the wedding as a friend and i told her to fuck off. I don't know if I can save that friendship but I want to try."
They arrived and Frank paid the cabbie. They got into Franklin's buffalo. "So what's made you want to get out of the game? I mean aside from the occasional robbery that is?" Joaquin told him as they started to head for a bar. "I mean it's a lot of reasons but I lost a girl I cared about. Amata. She was killed by that guy Troy. We talked about that before. But I mean also my best friend died a few months back. Well...one of them. Can you imagine if your buddy Lamar got killed?"
They got to a bar in North Vinewood. Franklin ordered some shots and a Pisswasser. Joaquin got a Cerveza Barracho. "To be honest yeah. I keep expecting that call every day, brah. I think he's gonna get smoked. See, I want to get out he wants to stay in. And I know he's gonna get killed one day. But still I can't imagine him not being around. One of those fucked up catche 22's. How'd your homie die again?"
"He was in Vespucci Beach. A Vago. He had paid a down payment on a bike. Some Armenian this cocksucker named Simeon sent a couple of goons to take it back from him. There was a shootout and he almost got away but then they ran him over and took his bike."
Franklin realized that he knew exactly who he was talking about and felt relieved that the gang member had not seen the green bike and in fact wondered and began to second guess himself as to if he'd put the bike in the garage or not. His heart started to pound. "Did you hear me?" Asked Joaquin. "Yeah I was just thinking...that's fucked up. Who'd they send some Aztecas?" He shook his head. "Nope. Two Family members from what I hear. I don't know how they got away with it. I mean it must be that motherfucker Gerald's guys. Then lately we've been having trouble with the Families out in Vespucci too. All over a weed shop. Well I mean, the Marabunta out there are but I went to Vespucci high with a lot of those guys so I take it personal. Shit I went to High School with Esteben. He's always had my back."
"So what was Esteban like?" Franklin asked feeling guilt and panic which he took a couple shots hoping to remedy. "He was a good dude, man. A good brother. Mi hermano."
"Yeah he sounds like me and Lamar. We been tight and rolled together at Davis High too. I mean I never knew Vespucci was hood like that when I was growing up."
Joaquin
Three hours Later
Hanging out with Franklin hadn't been a complete disaster. It had even been sort of fun. He was drivin down Rancho Boulevard and the song Flaca de las Coloradas" by Dick El Demasiado played.
De culebra aquí se trata,
,
Una flaca de las coloradas.
Esto no es un santo texto,
Ni el cuento de la manzana.
La culebra entró por la puerta,
Por la rota del autobús.
Ni siquiera compro boleto,
Ni a nadie le saludo.
Esta historia es de la culebra,
Una flaca de las coloradas,
Pues aquí culebra flaca, la que come un picaflor,
Pues aqui culebra colorada, la que va matando lo mejor.
Y el hombre que lo manejaba, él de profesión chofer,
A culebra le preguntaba si boleto traía,
Si boleto podía ver.
El reptil de dientes cornudos, te lo haces en el pantalón,
Ni siquiera se molestaba;
Lo mordió en la punta de su copol.
Tienes suerte, mi funcionario,
El veneno se acabo.
La blanquita me hace falta.
Tengo gotas sin ardor.
Y es así que me voy al mercado
Donde todo se puede comprar,
Las pastillas, balas y cuchillos,
Hasta pala pa' enterrar.
Si algún día, culebra, se sube
Y usted está en el control,
Cuidado con las patadas;
Soy pelota y usted el gol.
(This is about a serpent,
A skinny one from the red lands.
This is not a holy text,
Nor the story of the apple.
The serpent entered through the door,
By the hole in the bus.
It didn't even buy a ticket,
Nor greet anyone (on the way).
This story is about the serpent,
A skinny one from the red lands,
Well, here a skinny serpent, the kind that eats hummingbirds,
Well, here a red serpent, the kind that kills the best things.
And the man who drove it (the bus), the one with the profession of driver,
He asked the serpent if it had a ticket,
If he could see a ticket.
The reptile of horn-like teeth, you'll sh*t your pants,
It didn't even bother itself;
It bit him in the tip of his copol.
You are lucky, my civil servant,
The venom has run out.
I am in need of some white powder.
I have drops without the sting.
If one day, serpent, you get on
And you can control yourself,
Beware of the kicks;
I am a (soccer) ball and you are the goal.
He felt as though that song was the story of his life. He knocked on the door of Mousy's place. She answered wearing a black blouse, gray pants, and black platform shoes. She looked good. "Hey, you ready?"
She followed him outside getting into the Tornado. "So what's been up mija?" She told him, "not much eh...I been trying to stay out of trouble but...I think what we did...we had to do that you know? I mean it was the right thing to do. Maybe it was even bad what we did but it was nessecary que no?"
"Look you may not think I've been exactly a moral dude lately but I think what we did was right too. We didn't do a single thing wrong back there and we'll deal with whatever blowback comes from it. That fucker Wu wants a piece of us he'll get it."
She sighed, "Listen, I've been wanting to apologize too i said some pretty messed up things to you back there and I wish i didn't. I'm sorry. You are a good person whether you admit it or not. I talked before where I had somewhat of an open mind about the whole thing with you and Amata and who knows? Maybe it is a fuller way to love. Loving more than one person Ijust can;t wrap my head around it. I do want to be with you and if I'm not enough for you, I'm sorry cause I'll always care for you. I mean I could understand if it was somebody you cared for like Amata but not slome random skonka off the streets...I miss her too...you arent the only one who lost her..."
"Rosa...i don't know if there is anybody else I could be as into as you i'm just saying if there was it would be hard to choose between you and I would want boyth of you but so far you have no equal okay? And whether there's somebody else or just you I'd take whatever life gives me. I missed you all the time I was inside..."
He kissed her. She kissed him back wrapping her arms around him. She whispered to him, "You want to just stay here?" She smelled great like cherries. "yeah...we could...what about getting something to eat?"
She smiled. "We can order out here."
They went inside and began kissing, him feeling up her shirt. She began to remove his shirt, her lips wet and sweet against his. He felt her round luscious ass under her panties and growled, "What color are they?" She kissed hm harder pulling on his bottom li a bit with her teeth feeling his muscular chest. "Guess..."
"I don't know. How many guessed do I get?" She told him with a wicked hiss, "One. We can make it a game. If you get it wrong, you go down on me,"
He kissed her ear lobe and asked, "And if I get it right?" She smiled ear to ear, looking like a sexy demon, "Same deal." They both laughed kissing and they fell to her couch not even making it to her bedroom. He removed her shirt beginning to plant kisses down her stomach, to her navel which had a triangular shape to it. His tongue licked into it and she cooed as he did while his hands trailed to her bra which was blue. He unbuttoned her pants and got down to her panties. They reunited for a passionate kiss. "You have a condom...?" He shook his head. "I didn't think this was gonna happen. I perfected the pull out method though..."
She rolled her eyes as she laid down, "All guys say that."
"Yeah but I really have..."
"Ok...just this once and cause i want to feel you without a bag first...but if i get pregnant and you try and leave me barefoot by myself i'm chopping your chorizo off perro..."
He grinned, "You're crazy..and sexy..."
She ran her hands up his chest. "Aqui estoy...reow!" With that they began to continue to kiss.
Trevor
South Of The Border Down Mexico Way
By request of Farik via text message, they were waiting at the same mall they were planning to attack possibly within a week. They were on their way to the food court taking a subway from South Los Santos. They were soon further uptown away from the ghetto. They noticed a man of Indian descent with a white turban. Three Caucasian men in their early 20's came in. "Well well well! Look what we got here! I found fucking Osama! I'm about to be 25 million dollars richer!" Said a Caucasian in a denim jacket and a beanie with short blonde hair.
"Osama's dead bro," Said his friend a shaggy brown haired guy in a red sweater. "Well I'm sure uncle sam's looking for this fucking asshole too. You blow up any infidels today?" The guy spoke in broken English. "Please leave me alon...I just want to go home..."
The guy got in his face. "Home is back in Sodomy Arabia! This is my country!" Darwin stepped up saying, "Leave him alone," The guy stood up saying, "The fuck's it to you, man? You're supposed to be American. On our side. If you're not with us you're against us!" The other man went to try and strike the man but Darwin grabbed his arm and pushed him back. The other two tackled him and Trevor and Donnie pulled them off. The two charged at them so Donnie threw one of them, a white guy with spiky black hair against the window. Darwin caught a blow from the main guy and slammed his arm into the railing. Trevor threw the last one over one of the seats and kicked him in the ribs.
Darwin declared, "He's not a Muslim and he's not an Arab! He's a Sikh! They're like the Families and Ballas they hate each other. They've been killing each other over 300 years. Get a little education in that tiny brain of yours, idiots!" With that they got off the train and soon headed to the mall.
Darwin, Donnie, and he were eating at the food court again. Donnie had gotten his kosher food again and Darwin had done the same. Trevor was eating Dragon Express. "So you're not even gonna try and eat halal...or should I say kosher huh?" Asked Darwin observing Trevor as he ate some bbq pork. "Hey what can i say? What better way to look like an infidel than to eat like them? And nothing more western than loving Chinese food!"
Darwin laughed. "Dragon express is about as Chinese as Charlie Chan!" Just then Donnie's cell rang. He let it keep ringing as he checked the caller ID. "You gonna get that?" Trevor asked. The blonde male stated, "It's a wrong number,"
Darwin asked him, "How do you know it's a wrong number if you don't answer it?" Donnie's blue eyes flashed with a hint of anger, "Just let it go, okay?" Finally, Farik and the French ex skinhead turned jihadist showed up. Farik walked up to Donnie and said something out of ear shot of Trevor and he said, "Guess you guys get to be the ones to go to Mexico. I always wanted to go there butit's freaking hot down there. Hell it's hot here!"
The French terrorist sneered, "You Americans are so spoiled! How do you expect to fight a war when you are so spoiled and entitled?" Donnie shot back with a condescending grin , "Well at least Americans still fight. Unlike say, the French? Yeah how long did you guys last against Germany?" Christian replied, "Yes well Napoleon made France a great Empire again when the Americans were still hiding from Indians in log cabins. Top that."
Donnie's grin faded. "Napoleon? Napoleon was a fucking tyrannical dictator. He invaded Egypt."
"Yes but he almost became a Muslim when he was in Egypt," The American shook his head. "Almost doesn't cut it. When Yawm ad-Dīn comes, almost being a Muslim won't cut it with Allah so i'm sorry to say your boy Napoleon? He died a kaffir which means he's burning in hell."
Trevor found this conversation somewhat amusing the shit these guys constantly got into arguments about.
It was decided that they were going to Mexico but Donnie would stay behind as he and the others had to work out some other details. "We won't be going to the part of the country Martin Madrazo is running are we? See you know about my ways of earning money but I ended up on his shit list."
The Arab told him, "Fortunatly for you we won't be. We have a deal with his enemies. Los Zeros. You and Christian will be my backup and Darwin will be my translator as he speaks both Arabic and Spanish beautifully."
"What about that one cholo from East Los Santos?" Asked Christian with curiosity. "Unfortunately, he has a criminal record and is on parole and cannot leave the state. I would have preferred him but he is a gang member."
"Wait doesn't Darwin have a criminal record too?" Asked Trevor?" The African American looked at him, "Whoa what's with all the questions?" Farik answered, "He does. But we have ways around that. We would with him too but hard as it is to believ, somebody like Darwin raises less red flags at the international border to Mexico than a banger from Los Santos. Besides Darwin was in for non violent crime."
Trevor understood that much. A Mexican American even who spoke perfect English going north or south would be suspect even when they shouldn't be. The same would be true for Farik except he was passing himself off as an Isreali Jew.
With that, the four men got into the moon beam. Darwin was driving while Fari rode up front and Trevor and Christian were in the back. They began to drive south towards the border. Farik handed Darwin a fake ID he had made. It said Darwin Johnson. The terrorist explained, "When attempting to fool law enforcement the closer to the truth the lie is the better."
With that, they were soon on the freeway and Christian asked Darwin, "Hey do you think we can stop at Playgoland on the way there?" Darwin chuckled, "Why is that? You want to blow Playgoland up?" The Frenchmen shook his head. "No, as a child back home I always wanted to go there."
"Shit, me I was into GI Jim," Darwin said with some nostalgia in his voice. The French jihadist said, "What the fuck? GI Jim is offensive to Islam, dumb ass."
"GI Jim is a piece of plastic doll, dumb ass," Retorted Darwin. "It can't be anti Islamic," Trevor heckled, "You're both pussies! Everybody knows it's Impotent Rage or nothing."
Farik said, "Enough! Jesus it is bad enough you spent your childhoods with such horrible hobbies no need to reminisce about it."
"What'd you play with when you were a kid?" Asked Darwin. "AK-47's? RPG's?" Farik waited a moment but reluctantly said, "Horses..."
Christian smiled. "Wow that sounds kind of cool man...tell us more!"
Farik snidely replied, "If I did that i'd have to kill you and then who'd back me up in Mexico?"
Trevor thought to himself, This guy is going to be a pain in the ass to get intel on. He keeps his cards close to his chest even with his own men about details that don't even matter!
He just wanted to get to Mexico and get back he wanted this to be over with. Not just the business with Farik but Karen. He wanted to return to business as usual.
Franklin
He got a call from Tonya. "What you want?" She was sobing, "Franklin...I'm at the hospital..."
"You hurt?" He asked. "I am...but JB's worse..he's dead..."
So that's all for this chapter. I know I cut the lemon between Joaquin and Mousy short as well as his hangout session with Franklin but in the next chapter I will show what happened in both instances. So Joaquin's little explosion at that guy over the internet thing is my way of showing he really is more like Trevor when off his meds. Zilla was saying he sees him more as hi own guy and not like Trevor or Michael or Franklin at all but you're going to see more of this in fact in the next chapter I will show what Franklin will witness him do to somebody else as they hung out similiar to what Trevor did to the guy with the fry boiler. Maybe not quite as bad as the fry boiler but still something you generally shouldn't do when you're hanging out with a friend. All though I would say what Joaquin did to the guy with the cell phone is just as bad if not worse than the fry boiler since that guy is dead.
As far as the sex trade thing and the shootout at the port that was based on a mission from Call Of Juarez The Cartel. Just like Grove Street Families does not want drug dealing in their set, Lefty/Curb Side Locos does not want pimping in his neighborhood however unlike the Families in 1992, he understands that just because he might be able to keep it out o his area doesn't mean the need will go away and so instead of pimping or gorilla pimping (Beating the girls) much like Vic in Vice City Stories it will be protection rackets for the prostitutes basically Marabunta will sometimes drive them to their johns and fuck the clients up if they don't pay.
They have decided that it's more lucrative to rather than pi,p women out have Marabunta controlled apartment complexes with webcams kind of like a brothel in a way, but also rather than them turning the girls out, in return for working in their controlled apartments they give the prostitutes cocaine to try and get the clients addicted and if they don't pay their drug or sex debts, the johns get beat up. This set up is from Ray Doniovan i think i mentioned this in a previous chapter. As for Frankie he is based on a character from Vatos Locos 2011 who is a reformed banger.
As far as Lefty's attitude toward smoney and being selfish it's not that he doesn't want to help people in the barrio and El Salvador but he figures he's bein more humanitarian by admitting that yes even the most selfless people are also selfish too and that no progress can be made without admitting this first and he points out the flaws in the way Joker did things. In a way I see him as a realist as far as that goes.
As for Joaquin and Mousy's argument Humancyrax believed in the last one they had that Joaquin was in the wrong and kind of a dick and i kind of wrote it that way but in this one if you think about it they both have points about each other. You better believe Wu King will retaliate and I can tell you this much there will be at least one of the characters from Marabunta who will die in the war with th Triads. Same with the slkin heads.l A major character will die from that too.
And as far as Wu King he will strike in revenge next chapter. Not dropping as many bodies as they did in this chapter in fact only one but let's just say Wu King knows where to apply pressure.
That argument between Donnie and Christian is from Sleeper Cell it was one of the more amusing arguments I heard in terms of America vs France and it's just still funny to me seeing a blonde haired blue eyed dude referring to somebody as basically an infidel in Arabic. And saying that he knows for sure Napoleon is in hell because honestly Christian fundementalists do that too on this Jesus Is Savior site there';s ths bible thumper who says he knows for certain that John Lennon, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, and Freddie Mercury are in hell. MLK he said cause he's not a "Real Christian" Malcolm X because he was a Muslim and because he said that while Islam may have seemed like the answer to racism in the 60's given what his people went through, that he should have identified with Christ because he too was brutalized in that way (eye roll) and claimed that the white racists were not true christians. As for John Lennon, well he was atheist so that's obvious. Freddie Mercury was an Ex Muslim turned Zoroastrian and bi sexual (He wasn't gay he liked women too just men more) the funny thing about this is Christianity gets its concept of heaven and hell from Zoroastrian i know my christian friends may never admit this but it's historically factual the Persian and not the Jews or Christians were the first to have a concept of heaven and hell in the middle east.
Oh and this douchebag that runs that site says that all though Axle Rose and Slash and the other guys from Guns N Roses are not dead yet, they wil certainly burn in hell. This is for me the problem with Christianity one of many. There's too many different interpretations as it is and some churches say nobody is in heaven or hell until judgement day you're in the land of the dead Sheole which the jews believe in, while other Christians say that you go up or down right away when you die. There isn't even a general consensus. Ok rant about that over...
Anyway i just found that amusing. Anyway i will show the rest of the lemon between Joaquin and Mousy but hopefully their dialogue including her teasing statement gives you an idea of what is to come. And as for Franklin nd Joaquin they will bond to a degree but obviously Franklin realizes he killed his best friend he isn't sure that Joaquin is the one who killed Simeon yet and Joaquin is not aware yet that the Family members were him and Lamar but later he will find out.
As for the scene with Ron jeremy and Trevor that just seemed right as far as Trevors thing he'd want to do i mean he's already partially there ownin a strip club making money off nudity and horny men. Plus he indicated he is a porn aficionado when he described the perfect heist as being like the perfect porno you know it when you see it. The pornstar was Jessica Bankok. I came across her name by accident i was just looking up random stars i might have known that did scenes with him and Pinky was too recent and too obvious i stumbled across an Asian girl with him and somebody mistakenly said that it was her when it was another girl but honestly if he hasn't fucked her yet he probably will. So now Trevor gets to produce prn Michael has his thing with real movies Trevor might even write pornos.
And the double team he did on her with Ron, that is based on a comedy skit from the comedian Jim Norton where he talks about an instance where h and ron really did do that with a girl and Ron really did do that to him too like wtf lol. There's even a picture of it it's blurred but it's them.
So as Humancyrax suggested i have decided Morena will be the marabunta girl that was at Vespucci taking on casper i mentioned that before now i just have to edit the chapters so it looks like that the way it was originally. Remember Loca is Ms Sancha while Morena is Karrina Arroyave. And Loca is the one who took down the bank van with Joaquin and Gustavo.
As far as child prostitution goes, Trevor and Farik will encounter some of this in Mexico. And you will see what Farik's attitude towards it all will be. As for that song I had Joaquin listening to normally I woulfdn't post long lyrics and translate but you don't know what it meant. I had some trouble deciding what should be Joaquin's song the way Mike Trevor and Frank have one before i went with Summer Season by Chino Grande and Midget Loco but that one fits him more. That song is played at the start of the MS-13 movie Sin Nombre for one so it fits him plus when you look at the lyrics in english (Listen to it on youtube its catchy even if you dont speak spanish) it says culebra and it fits his nature.
In terms of his violence towards that guy with the phone that's my own pet peeve to where you have guys my age ridiculing me cause i don't use my cell phone to use the internet i still use it largely for talking and occasional texting and i use my lap top for internet. I just get annoyed how people my age act like they're in their teens or born in 2001 which is more understandable to where they might say who uses the internet on a lap top but if you were born the same year as me, you have no excuse you know goddamn well you remember the days before smart phones you rmember pagers (Still used in the early 2000's) and you still re,ember payphones so FUCK YOU. lol. And he didn't get cauht due to the noise from the gay pride parade. Likewise in the movie State Of Grace the Irish mob movie which the McReary's in GTA are based on, there is a shootout during a St. Patty's day parade at the end and nobody hears shit cause of the noise from the parade so i figured a gay pride is just as loud as an Irish pride parade.
As for Tonya we'll get into what happened to her next chapter. But remember how at the start Joker had given her some crack and said that if she didn't pay up he'd harm JB? Well that's just the icing on the cake I'll show what happened in aflashback but as far as Franklin and Joaquin trying to not interfere in each others gangs business shit will overlap.
Anyway hope you enjoyed.