Franklin
They had gotten a burner phone for the call. "Bueno..."
"This aint gonna be any good for you, puto. We snatched up your woman."
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
Trevor spoke this time. "Madrazo! Long time no speakie, amigo! I know you're a fan of Aztec art. But are you a fan of the bible? You heard the saying tooth for tooth eye for an eye? How about a female for a female?"
"Nah, I think that's the Quran, homes. nyway it doesn't matter. We got your bitch. You had to be wondering where she was and why she went missing after a bunch of your guys ended up dead."
"You two have no idea who you are crossing! I will destroy everything and everyone you have loved. You will wish you had never been born."
"I already wish you'd never been born you fucking turd!" Trevor growled. Joaquin smirked at how he had turned that one around on him. "Hey you better talk into his good ear. Other wise Helen Keller might not hear us."
"El Culebra. I know you have a certain woman that you are in a relatilonship with. You think I can't reach out and touch her? And while we're at it it I know the other gringo and the black one is there too. No point being silent. I know, you two clowns are connected. Franklin Clintonis friends with Miguel De Santa and he is friends with Trevor Phillips and you have both done robberies to buy me off. Twice! So I am well aware the three of you are connected. And now you have a weekend Marine in your international robbing crew. Michael, your entire family is going to be exterminated. Trevor. Franklin, your aunt will die as well."
"If you go anywhere near her, the only thing that's going to happen is we'll cut this bitches throat. Matter of fact, if they all don't stay nice and comfortable, without any of your men going anywhere near our families, she's dead."
"I don't believe you even have her. If you did I would have heard her by now."
Joaquin lifted the gag from the Russian brunettes mouth. "You fucking pig! Madrazo will cut your balls off for this!" Culebra smacked her and then put her gag back in and they took a picture and texted it to her. "We're not fucking around."
"Why should I give you a single penny? El Culebram, sea Mexicano a otro. Poner una bala en el tres de ellos y te dejaré y la chica que amas salir."
Culebra told him, "Sorry. Can't go making side deals with me. The way you killed Fatal? Besides, the backlash from that almost got me and my hyna killed so you can go fuck yourself."
"Then you will regret the day you crossed me. I can send an endless amount of men after all you hold dear. You think I can't? You think Marabunta can protect you? And these other three they have even less protection. Franklin might be able to hold out for a while with his gang too but eventually the house always wins. We can always cut your supply off."
"We get drogas from other sources than you, cabron."
Trevor told the Mexican, "Let's get down to brass tacks here, asshole. We want twelve million dollars for our pain and suffering. Or I'll see just how well a million dollar slut will suck my boy for free."
"IF YOU HARM HER YOU WILL BE DECAPITATED, CABRON!"
Culebra said, "You know what, Martin? I think you're right. We got enough feria from your safe, your horse and the Aztec art. I think we're just gonna cut her head off cartel steelo and toss the rest of her into an oil drum. Have a nice day, pues. I know we will. Sabes que? Good for you sticking to your convictions. You can always just buy another puta. You do your worst at trying to catch our families on the streets. We'll be waiting for you."
He hung up. "Oh! What the hell! I got a family. A wife and two kjids, Joaquin where do you get off making that call for the four of us?"
Trevor growled, "Not fucking cool!"
"Yeah come on dog, I got a cousin and a auntie to think about."
"Just wait..."
The cell rang. "All right, I'm listening. You want twelve milion? It's done."
"I also want your people out of East Los Santos and Rancho," Culebra told him. Trevor growled, "And Sandy Shores."
"Rockford Hills and Vinewood," Chimed in Michael.
"And Strawberry and Chaberlain Hills. Stay up in your ranch."
"And just because we settled up here, doesn't mean this shit is over. I mean as far as I'm concerned, this was just business but the Vagos aint letting you off that easy."
Trevor added, "And since you killed Oscar Guzman and he was your middle man out there, you can forget about any connections out there. Yiu sent a message loud and clear that if a man is allied with Martin Madrazo and with one of Madrazo's enemies that becomes an enemy overnight, then you'll send hiitmen after them. Nobody, not the Mexican gangs or the Salvadorans will want anything to do with you, now. And you can forget about any help from the country boys."
Franklin told him, "Oh yeah and one other thing motherfucker, I aint runniung from LS. Neither is Joaquin. Since you know who each of us are. If anybody needs to run it's you cause if you come after us in our hoods or Michael or Trevor we're coming to that ranch and burning that bitch down."
"And what about my horse?" Asked Madrazo. "We already sold it to an Arab guy down in Mexico. If you want to buy it back from him that's up to you. But you're going to want to go and do that as soon as possible once you settle up with us. I heard he's looking into some Japamnese horse enthuisiasts. If you don't want Pedos En Gallos to end up as a Sakura dish, you'd better come up with a lo of money."
"You've certainly got me by the huevos haven't you? All right. Deal. Now when do I get her back?"
"In three days," Trevor told him. "And if you pull any funny shit, I'll kill her and you."
Michael, being the most proffesional of those there told him, "We'll call you with atime and a place. Oh and Martin? Don't think about going near Rockford Hills. As long as I live there it's save for my family but not you. You shuld read the paper more. When the Meltdown premier happened, Merryweather tried to kill my family. Not one of us died but every one of them did. You think you got men in your crew with training higher than military? You might have men with military training but not above that. And don't try and think of having your amigos try and come by the studios in Vinewood either. I'm letting security know. I can also have men watching out for me outside my house."
With that, he hung up. "Well that was one big fukin disaster. Are you serious? Threatening and haggling with a cartel bos about prices and telling him you sold his prize horse?"
"Come on F, if you didn't want to be part of this you would have never agreed to rip him off in the first place but you did because Trevor's our friend and he got fucked over by them. I'm all in and I'm the newest member ofg this group. You should be more all in than me. And besides there is no Japanese business men looking into the horse. We did sell it but that Arab cocksucker is just fine ith Madrazo's horse. I mean he might give it the goat treatment but there's nothing we can do about that."
Franklin looked at him wondering if Joaquin was just stereotyping based on his bravado as an ex Marine or if he had actually seen people have sex with goats over there. "Yeah but you know as soon as we give him the girl back, even if the money is all there and he doesn't pull anything funny with the paper, he's still going to have his crew come at us hard. We gotta put our family in hiding, dog that';s it."
Trevor told him, "We could do that. Or we can take him out at the drop. Come on. Two birds one stone? I think the Madrazo cartel has existed long enough. The Lost MC is pretty much done, the Aztecas are on their last leg in Blaine County and they're the weakest barrio gang in LS, the O'Neill's family tree has been cut down with every straight line branch in it, and the Triads got taught some manners. Oh and Stretch and the Ballas got taught a lesson too. Kill the head, teh body will die."
"Yeah but with cartels, it's more like if you cut the head off three more come back."
"That's the Zeroes," Trevor said. "Not the Madrazos. Hell, it bears his fucking name. Without Trevor Phillips, there is no Trevor Phillips Industries and without a Madrazo there is no Madrazo cartel. I mean they could have guys replce him it's done all the time but it just isn't the same. They've got their own marketing brand of cocaine and we got ours with meth. Hell, if what remains of his boys want, they can start to work for me. I need to break into the Latin American..." Joaquin glared. "Excuse me. Mexican American and Central American market."
"Yeah but come on, T. You think a bunch of cartel thugs are going to want to work for the guy who takes their boss out? Be realistic. They might not l;ast forever and maybe you're right about name brands but you can bet that the body is going to walk around for a bit without the head. There's always going to be a power vacuum in leadership. I don't gotta be from Sinaloa or a cartel member to know that. It's just simple economics 101. If you can understand any aspect of economics and capitalism you can almost always figure out the criminal underworld too."
"So what do we do, now? We warring with the cartel? I didn't sign up for that, man. I just wanted to get paid. I didn't want to keep on gang banging and keep on getting mixed up with gangstas. I'm supposed to be past this point. Like Michael."
"Kid, if you hadn't noticed, Michael isn't out either. I know after we killed all those guys before we were supposed to be done with everything but that's just not the way things work. I was willing to quit our business dealings together and just be friends but I had no plans of leaving the drug game. I'm in it till the end. Michael wants out of the game, I know you want out but he's got his own problems. It aint all just luxury cars and slutty white girls."
Franklin thought a moment he might have meant Tracey but he wasn't sure if he would insult what was like his own niece. He then realized he meant Amanda. Michael flipped him off. "And as for Joaquin he wants out but he'll probably never get out. I'm sorry, J. I'm just being honest with you, bro."
\The cholo scowled at the remark but he looked down. "Yeah well if that was going to be a life long thing for me, I picked the wrong gang, then. I should have gone with Vagos or Azteca."
"No, you shouldn't have been an Azteca. I might have had to kill you. But I get your point."
"What makes you think you can kill me? Mira, you're tough and I know you've survived a lot of shit buit so have I."
"I'm older than you. Leave it at that."
"Yeah but you got kicked out of the military. I got through training and I went to war."
Franklin told them both, "Hey come on we shouldn't be fighting each other. We're gonna need to pull together if we are at war with the Madrazos. I aint looking forward to that. I'm finna let my cousin know what's up too. In case any of them try and come gunning for him too."
Michael told them, "Look, between Trevor's drug empire, my Vinewood resources, Franklin's friends in Chamberlain Hills and Strawberry and Joaquin's friends in East Los Santos, we can probably have a chance at a war with Martin. But it won't be easy. That man has more money in just one of many bank accounts than the four of us have ever had in a life time."
Trevor crossed his arms. "We could easily take over Martin's cocaine business. Take all of his shit. Then it can belong to all of us. And if you guys don't want it, that's fine I'll hold onto it but before you check out with your homies, you better both make sure Chamberlain Gangster Families and Curb Side Locos wouldn't want a shit load of snow white as a parting gift. You know what they say about gang members. They might not want to let members drop their flags but when they bring in a shit load of product especially free product, it sure as hell makes the pain of your friends's retirement a lot easier to swallow."
"Hey how much we get for that horse anyway?" Franklin asked. "I liked that horse and I don't want it to end up at the glue factory but at the same time we don't need to be ripped off for anything we just risked our lives for. I want to be crystal clear about that, okay?"
"Ten million dollars. Me and Trevor set that up with a guy," Joaquin informed him. "Trevor's supposed to be dead now according to that sleeper cell of his but shit, if you saw what went down most of them are dead or inside too. But before we had to fake his death a second time, we made that deal with the Arab guy from Mexico."
Just then, the cholos phone rang. "Bueno, mi amor...serio? Shit hold on I'm coming. Hang on. I'll be there as soon as I can, eh...Jose is? Firme. I'll be there soon just breathe mami, it's almost over."
"You all right, dog?" Asked Franklin. Trevor put a hand on his shoulder, "What is it, J? Anything we can do to help?"
"Isn't it obvious? The kid's gonna be a dad. Congratulations."
"What's the dealy? You gotta jet over there to give her a ride?" Franklin asked. Joaquin shook his head. "No, her brother's driving her. She said just meet me there. She doesn't care if I'm not the one to drive her but that if I'm not at her side when the baby comes she'll chop my pito off. So I gotta haul ass."
Trevor looked at the car he had arrived in. It was a silver Infernus and it would have been really nice had there not been five bullet holes in the windshield. "So much for keeping a low profile, cabron..."
Franklin's heart started to pound even though he had parked it three blocks away, Davis impound lot had gotten his Buffalo. "I got a cab out here."
"We can take my car," Michael said. Joaquin looked at his lowrider and said, "Hey how about this. We take both cars I aint leaving mine aroun here."
Trevor agreed. "I'll ride with you."
Culebra told him, "Actually, no fuck that. Hold on..."
They put Natasha back in the trunk and gagged her. Culebra called up Sniper and said, "Hey I'm gonna text you the address of where I am. You need to come get my car. Take it back. We may end up needing to get ourselves a new spot for our lowrider girl photo shoot, ese."
"Again? We already moved."
"Hey what can I say, I'm an artist. We go by the spur of the moment. Just get here, man. Rosa's water broke we gotta get down there."
They got into Michael's car. "Joaquin, you got shotgun."
"Aint that some shit, he's only got like a inch or two on me or T. Why he get the extra leg room you said I'm like the son you never had and T's like your brother."
"Cause he's the one who'ds a father tosay, have some respect, asshole. Culebra, you and me should talk some things over too. I wanted to run a few business ideas by you if you're serious about going legit. You told me before you got an interest in film. Well I'm the guy who can get you in."
"You serious?"
Meanwhile, Sniper pulled up to the location not long after having hailed a cab and he got into the car. He opened the trunk just to make sure she was alive. He took the gag off her mouth. "How are ya doing?" He asked. "How do you think I'm doing you fucking cabron?!" The Russian cursed at him clearly having spent enough time with Martin Madrazo to have gotten aqquainted with the profanity. "I'd say you're having a rough day, mija. I mean, iot's not so bad. I've been in the trunk of a car a few times. Then again, I chewed my way through the ropes and my gag. If you can't do that you wern't meant to escape. And if your mouth muscles aren't that good I don't know why Martin keeps you around," He said with a smirk.
"You fucking cocksucker you are DEAD MEN! DEAD MEN! MADRAZO GIVE YOU GREEN LIGHT!" Sniper chuckled. "So what? Between him, the cuervos from South LS and the Aztecas all it means is just one more pendejo trying to get me. It doesn't mean shit," He then made a fake southern accent and said, "Come on nowm Bebe, use those mouth muscles like the girls in Beijing..."
She looked at him, "What the fuck are you talking about?!" He put the gag over her mouth and said, "Even though I can't l;et you escape, I kind of almost hope you do. I've got a soft spot for underdogs. Kidnap victims who escape, oh and putas who think they have a chance of becoming a house wife," With that he shut the trunk.
He got in the car and turned the sounds up. The song Shotgun by Los Lobos blasted as he drove out of the area of El Burro Heights. As he drove a few blocks down he noticed a green bagger and it struck him as curious. The Salvadoran wondered if that could have been the same kind of bagger that Esteban had been killed over. He then dismissed it as that was at least half of Los Santos. It had to be coincidence but still it seemed odd. It had been odd enough that Esteban had wanted a bike at all. Even if this wasn't the one he was killed for it still was odd.
It wasn't like your every day motorist in East Los Santos drove it. No, many families whether you were a cholo or a hard working paisa or Chicano, you had a truck if you were a decent citizen plus a minivan if the wife had to take kids places like the mall. If you had a ranfla you were a low life piece of shit cholo but at least those kinds of vehicles were expected in the barrio.
Joaquin
"Holy fuck man, this feels unreal..."
"Enjoy it, kid. Things are going to be different from now on but don't let that discourage you. Trust me, as a man who's looking to retire, I can tell ya there's no better excuse to do it than being a dad."
"Yeah well the fucked up thing is if you're with Marabunta, it's easier to get out that way as a woman. If i want to get out without getting jumped out, I'd ave to convert to Christianity and I aint doing that."
"Hey, you do what you gotta do to get it's not all down hill from here. All I gotta say is pay as much attention to your kids as possible because before long, they won't be little anymore. You gotta make sure whatever example you lay for them is good enough to see them through life. Me, I tried but I've fucked up. Millenials are disrespectful."
"Yeah trust me bro, I'm gonna raise them to show respect for their Elders. They aint going into any foster system like me. No fucking way. I'll die before I let that happen. You know...I don't know if I'm gonna be a good dad but I kno Mousy is gonna be a good mom so even if I'm a fuck up, she's better than me."
"Hey but what you gonna do about all this? I mean you trying to slow down and all but didn't you just become the shot caller of Curb Side? How you gonna slow down? I mean getting out cause you got kids is one thing but you can't just take on a responsibility like that and then be like nah, fuck that I'm out."
"Truth be told, dog I don't know. I gotta provide for mi familia now and I never been too good at day jobs. Now that I'm not on parole I don't got a po breathing down my neck every five minutes about keeping a job and I'm probably gonna quit this one I been at too. Shit, I've been saving up feria from a savings account to look legit that way if I buy something like a house or a car, I have a significant amount of money to keep in the bank and the IRS can't say shit about it."
"Nah but they gotta know you gotta eat and all that, brah. I mean I understand living off the paper you grindiong on now but whether or not you know it you aint like before. You thought fools wanted a piece of you at Vespucci High? When you was a BG earning a rep? Now they really gonna come at your ass. I mean what are you gonna do on the real? Cause let's say you try and run your hood a while but you don't wanna do it forever. Only way a leader stops being the leader and somebody else step up is if you die."
"Look, I'll talk to Left about it. He's the true mastermind in all this. And maybe if he resumes the role of leading the varrio, even if it looks bad as far as any varrio that has pedo with us, at least then the puercos don't see him as Onda. And that's what we really don't want."
Trevor looked at Joaquin and told him bluntly, "Look, it still aint too late fotr you though you can always find somebody to pass the torch to. You don't have to go the retirement route that Mikey and Frank are going. But you don't have to be in it for the end like me either. Personally, if I was in your shoes I would love to be leading a crew of the most deadly gang in America. It really speaks to my inner cannibal. And as for La Onda? I would say where do I sign up? But you got a junior to think about now. Just like Michael. So you probably should stay in it for at least another year before you can find somebody worth passing the torch too."
Michael sighed. "Look, I don't think you should keep at it. That's just my opinion but you're gonna do whatever you want. Franklin sees what's at the end of the road and he doesn't want it. In your case I don't get you. You got the same smarts as Franklin. Maybe even smarter," Franklin exclaimed, "Hey!" Michaewl continued, "Only you can't be because while you should be doing what Franklin is doing, you're more like his friend Lamar."
"Hell I'm a lot more like Trevor than Lamar. Lamar's a follower. I mean he might run Forum Gangsters but so do you. You both run it and that's sorta the point. You're supposed to be out of the game, Franklin and yet you're still in it. I mean if you want to lecture me on getting out of the game, fine. You'd be no different than Michael. If you want to both rob banks or whatever till you can retire, fine. That's what I'm thinking too. But if you're so done with the life, then why do you still get mixed up in street politics down in the Berry? Michael's an associate producer, Trevor's pretty much a career criminal. But what about you? Trevor's honest with what he's doing why can't you admit you aint done yet?"
"Hold up, nigga, my shit is cause of obligation to my homies and not getting them killed. I'm tired of the hood drama don't put that on me. Even if I get outta the motherfucking game, I'm still gonna have a homies back. Ride or die to the end. Somebody kills your homie, you take them out. Same with family but ten times harder."
"You can rationalize it however you want. You're still a gangster. Unless you drop your flag for good, you're as much a part of this as me. Shit, you're in the exact samne position as me. You're a shot caller too. You didn't realize that? Are you that much in denial? If you were so serious about leaving the set the way you left the hood why not just let Lamar take over things? Me, I know that if or when I leave my clique, I'll have somebody to replace me."
"Yeah but Lamar's an idiot," Trevor warned, "That's not a nice way to talk about your friends when they're not here. You two better not fucking gossip about me when I'm not around!" Franklin tried to calm him down. "Nah it aint like that, brah. I got mad love for Lamar but he is stupid. He aint got half the brain of anybody in this car. He gets himself into all kinds of shiot. Do you think you and Michael would have been backing me up at Paleto Bay against all those Ballas if he had common sense? Besides, I'm from the hood I aint like these fake ass Richman bitches who talk behind your back I tell Lamar to his face he's stupid. So yeah I aint finna leave him in charge of the hood. I mean just cause I don't want the drama doesn't mean I don't love or remember where I came from. I love the good times, the memories, the barbecues, the honeys but what I don't like is killing each other over green and purple."
"That's how I feel about red and blue on my end but what can we do this shit is older than you and me," Culebra said. "Besides, the idea that you don't want him running your jood just cause you don't think he;'s a good enough leader shouldn't stop you from leaving anyway. Why can't you find some other guy from CGF who's tired of the shit associated with their name and wants a fresh start? Why not get a guy from Chamberlain Hills who's documented by LSPD as CGF and have him officially say as far as the set goes he's done with CGF all while moving to STrawberry and starting fresh with a new set? You think I haven't heard that you don't even try and tax your little homies? I actually admire that, man. Serio."
"Yeah but what kind of homeboy would I be if I let the homie fuck up what we tried to build? I mean I aint trying to gang bang no more I rather count my money. Get paid. Leave the mad dogging and flagging to Lamar. But shit aint going my way. Aint my fault. I just want to make sure Lamar learns what he needs to learn."
"Yeah but you been his best friend how long? I mean I aint saying let a friend fall but if he can't start to learn then maybe he's only meant to be a luitenant or something not a shot caller."
"If you gotta know, I was thinking about maybe putting my cousin Tavell in charge while I retire. He's smart enough to lead I mean he might not have done uit before but still. As for LD, how I'm supposed to just drop him just cause he aint smart? Is that what Marabunta does?"
"That's not what I'm saying. To last in the streets if you don't have book smarts you better have street smarts. He has neither. I would ask just how he's lasted this long on the calles but I think I know. It's you. You've even said so yourself. You constantly save his ass."
"Come on, dog. i aint about to turn my back on my homie. I aint no snake. If I wanted that to be how I am I would have stayed jocking our OG."
"Hey you won't get any judgement from me about a change in management. Especially if your leader is a piece of shit. But what I'm saying is, when is he gonna return the favor for you? Save your ass? See me, my homies saved me as muc as I saved them. I tried to take out that fool Cameron Kirk. From RAW. He had a guy in the Seals there and he almost killed me. If it wasn't for my carnala Morena, and my compa Baby Joker, Id be dead."
"I hear you on that at least as far as him saving my ass for a change but I aint trying to go put myself in danger just so Lamar can return the favor. Maybe you right about him running shit and as far as me stepping down but he aint gonna take it well but then if Tavell don't even want it what choice do I have? We aint as big of a hood."
Trevor told Joaquin, "Hey if you ever need help with those skinhead assholes I'm only a phone call away. You helped me out with that weapons deal and the Arab guy got captured and the attack got stopped. Thanks to that guy, Darwin and me. So I owe ya."
"Yeah for real. I'd be glad to fuck up a few of those motherfuckas myself. It's pretty much my obligation matter fact."
"Nah, you guys already helped me get Rosa away from the Triads. I can't ask you to do more than that. And yeah I gotta thank Darwin too i haven't seen that guy in years myself. I don't know if I mentioned this but I served in the military wit him. He was a Ranger I was in the Corps but we've fought in the same battle. Hey Frank, you ever met him?"
"What you trying to say? Every nigga knows each other?"
Joaquin rolled his eyes. "No. But you did both go to Davis High even though you're from the Hills. It's not that much of a strech."
"Yeah I know of him and we maybe had a few conversations here and there but I never really interacted much. He's from the purple side of Davis and even if he aint bang it aint like if we became cool we could have chilled in each other's hoods. That plus he's got five years on me so he would have been a senior when I was still in middle school."
They pulled up to the hospital and got out. They soon found out where she was gonna be. Michael, Trevor and Franklin were told they would have to wait outside. Joaquin went in and Rosa was going into labor. "Joaquin...thank God...this hurts like hell!"
She took Joaquin's hand in her left and Jose's in her right. "Calmate, hermanita...just breathe..." Lefty told her and said, "Remember what they said..." He imitated the breathing she was supposed to do. Rosa cried out, "JOAQUIN YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU'RE NEVER STICKING THAT FUCKING THING IN ME AGAIN! Usted puto cachonda follando!"
She cried out and squeezed his hand wit surprising strength almost like se was superhuman and she damn near broke it. "Ahhh shit Mousy! Fucking ninja grip!"
She slapped him crying, "¡Cállate estúpido!" Lefty laughed saying, "The best thing you could say right now bro, is nothing,"
"Come on push..." They both urged and the doctor was getting the babies out. "I can see the head!"
Finally after a long time the babies came out. They were having twins. The girl came out first. Then the boy. The doctor asked if they wanted to circumcise the boy. They both shook their head no. Rosa rubbed Joaquin's face saying, "Lo siento, papi...I didn't take any painkillers...waa trying to do things the natural way...I wasn't ready for a mid wife though this time..."
"It's all right, amor. Te amo."
She held both babies and she said, "Here hold them..."
He took the girl first. "You can name the boy I'll name the girl."
He smiled looking down at them. The doctor told them that soon non family would be able to visit. "What do you want to call her?"
"Erendira..." Mousy said, beaming. Joaquin knew enough Nahuatl to know what that meant. "She who smiles?" She nodded, "Look at her. He's not smiling."
Lefty's wife told her, "They don't smile for real the first t time till about four weeks, hermana. It's jus t a reflex for now."
"I don't care," Mousy said, her smile glowing. "She looks so prescious with it. I know it's what she'll look like when she smiles for real. Besides, her carnalito isn't he's a grump just ike his daddy..."
He handed Erendira back to her. "What do you want to call him?"
He looked at the crying back trying to comfort and relax him. He remembered to support the head. "He might not be smiling but he's gonna be strong. Teskontensta."
She smiled up at him. "I like it. What's it mean?"
"He stands people on their feet," Mousy nodded. "A leader like you. I czn't believe this, Joaquin. We've got a family now!"
Later that day, the other Marabunta familia members from BBaby J, to Sniper to Morena to Flaca even El Topo a some Vespucci carnales were there. Each came in to admire the baby and ask how Mousy was doing. Culebra also ended up introducing Trevor, Franklin and Michael to the Marabunta members.
None had a problem with any of them now as they had helped save Rosa.
Michael put an arm around Joaquin. "I'm not gonna lie, kid. It's not gonna be easy but if you do right by your kids, try your best to teach them what you know, it'll be worth the sleep you lose. Maybe, jus maybe they'll make you proud."
Culebra sighed. "I wish my parents were here to see this."
Lefty looked at Culebra and said, "They are carnalito. They are. In spirit."
Michael
They were trying to maintain business as usual. After all, whether it was kidnapping or a robbery you had to act like nothing was different all though he had asked security to bump up their numbers just in case and to look out for every actor that worked there. He decided to drop in to the "Other" studio to see how Trevor was holding up. He saw the usual sign that they were shooting. He saw Trevor was off to the side. Trevor held up a finger indicating for him to be quiet. The scene looked familiar and he realized it was a porno parody of a 1999 classic. There was an Irish gunmen with his pistol to the head of an Italian mobster who had his gun on a Catholic priest.
The Catholic priest was talking to an FIB agent on the other end. "I believe what they do is right. The law has miles of red tape for these cocksuckers to slip through."
"Trevor what the fuck, you're going to get us sued," He whispered. Trevor whispered back, "Shhh...amigo...trust me...there's some artistic differences. We're good..."
As the confessional scene ended, the Italian guy told him, "Remember you can't say noting about this."
"Just get out of the church!" The Irish gunmen came out and said, "Aye, father. I had a gun to the back of his melon to make sure he didn't do ya no harm."
The priest stared at him. "Connor? I haven't seen ya since you were 9! You don't look the same when you're facing me..."
The gunmen told him, "I'm just looking out for me boyo. We're killing mobsters cause of what a priest said to us. And we kill mobsters who kill priests. But ever since I was nine, I always had trouble wiping me arse properly cause of the trauma of what ya done to me."
"It's a sin to lie, lad," The Irish priest told him. "Is it now?" The Irishman dropped his pants and spread his butt cheeks revealing shit stains caking his anus. "Dear God. Mother mary what have I done! All the other boys they didn't have a problem with it. I'd just pay them a little hush money and they'd get on with their lives!"
The Italian with long curly hair and sunglasses turned to him. "We gotta do im, Con. Remember what you said. Evil men, hard men,"
They pulled their guns on him and ordered the priest to undress. The priest did revealing he had a hard on Michael felt as though he was going to be sick. "Christ, T isn't there any women in this?"
Trevor grinned, "Ooooh there is. Just watch."
Just then a man dressed as a woman came in wearing a black dress, a wig and sunglasses. "Who the fuck are you?" Asked the Italian. "Joey Beevo sent me over as entertainment."
"Fucking Joey!" The curly haired former mobster said. "He's always sending over primo box!"
"That's no lady," The Irish gunmen who still had his pants down exclaimed. "That's a man! Since when do ladies have Adams apples?"
The priest agreed, "Makes sense to me. That's why we call it Adams Apple. Eve doesn't have hers no more cause she ate it!"
"They both ate the fruit, padre," Stated the Italian gunmen. "Ah hell you're already confusing me more than this man dressed as a woman!"
The cross dressed lifted his skirt up. "I aint got a dick. Just a lonmg and veiny clit."
Michael vomited as the men began to blow each oter in a rectangular motion. Trevor yelled, "Fuck! Cut! We're going again in five!"
"What the fuck, Mikey you can't be throwing up on the set!"
"T...what the fuck...I got you into this buit you know...I thought you were going to shoot the kinda pornos Ron Jeremy is in."
"Can't a guy enjoy the best of both worlds? I'm bi sexual. What are you a homophobe?"
Michael breathed hard. "I'm a homophobe because I don't want to see guys blowing each other?"
"That's EXACTLY what homophobia means. And for a guy who loves Los Santos your narrow minded thinking is very Midwest! I'm starting to see the lure and the appeal of the show business! You were right! There's plenty of fucking weirdos like me! And Boondock Taints is a work of art."
"I really don't think it is...but whatever floats your boat."
"You just have to see the scene where they get into the court room and catch teh don of the mafia. And they REALLY make him pay if you know what I mean..."
"Yeah...I've seen the original movie, T. Classic. Had a cult following. Pretty mediocre sequel but I think I can live without seeing the porn parody. Especially if it's an all male cast..."
"Agent Pecker is a woman! Just think of it like a gang bang homie! Nothing gay about that!"
Just then, they werre distracted by the sounmds of gunshots outside. "What now?!" Michael asked.
Franklin
He was walking down Vinewood Boulevard. The CGF native had made it back just in time to not have to worry about any punk ass meter maid. He didn't notice a burrito pulling up beside him. A large male of Armenian descent that looked somewhat familiar grabbed him before he could do anything putting a hand over his mouth and put a Desert Eagle to the side of his face.
They got into the van. He recognized Sacha Yeterian who was also pointing a Handgun at him. "Remember me?"
"Yeah. The bitch too much of a pussy to get revenge for his uncle on his own so he uses real gangsters to do his dirt for him. The fuck you want?"
"You said you would help us find the man who killed Uncle Simeon. It's been nearly a year. Then again, it was 2013 when he died and it is 2014 now so this is a full year in my book."
"I think anybody with even the slightest understanding of math would disagree with you on that, homie. You think December of last year and January of this year was a year ago? Damn, nigga we need to have a drink and a smoke or something and you can tell me where you get these new revolutionary mathematics skills, dog cause maybe that's why I aint rolling in paper right now."
The Armenian pistol whipped him. "This is not a joke! If you don't want me and Sergei to kill you right fucking now, you will help us find the cocksuckers who did this today!"
"What if I just kill all you motherfuckers right now?"
Sergei laughed. "I would like to see you try, little friend. Even I have somebody I answer to. I don't want to kill you but if I have to, you wouldn't be my first."
"Man get your filthy hands off me bitch! If you want to have a civilized conversation like adults then let me go! At least out of this headlock, dog!"
The Armenian let him go as they drove. "Now what you saying? You can't even find out who smoked your pillar of the community without me? If that's the case then ya'll might as well hang it up with the gang banging. Any gang that can't get information on their own aint worth shit."
Sacha sneered. "You are our source of information and we will get it out of you. If you don't do it, I'm going to kill your aunt. We have men right outside your aunt's house."
"You're full of shit."
The bigger Armenian pulled out a cell phone raising his eyebrows. "Are we?"
He showed him a picture taken that showed whoever was taking it was right across the street from Franklin's old home. "We are not like you South Central gangsters. When we say we have a man outside of your house we mean it. We don't just say so to bluff."
Franklin rose up like he was going to fight but Sergei told him, "I could kill you in three different ways without even using a giun."
"ht kind of shit is this? Don't you remember what happened last time? I saved your punk ass from dying when you got hurt and you wanna do me like this?"
"Personally, I don't want to but like I said, I have somebody I answer to. And we are on the way to see him now."
They pulled up to a house. They got out and they shoved Franklin inside. As they went inside he got a look at the driver. The man was also foreign. He said something to Sergei in another language. They went into the house and Franklin got a look at a couple of the men inside. One was a bald headed man with sunglasses. H wore a Pounders jersey as though he were an Azteca or a Vago but he was Armenian. "Who's this puto?" Asked the bald man.
"Shut up, Daniel. You are not a spic. We are at war with the Vagos and the Marabunta Grande remember?"
"Yeah but I got homies from Aztecas. It's the Marabunta bitches that are the biggest problem."
"Having friends is one thing. Shaving your head and dressing and talking like them is another," Sergei told him. "You are a discount cholo. You speak better Spanish than Armenian!"
Another Armenian of nearly the same age talked more like an African American street guy. He had gelled spiky black hair and wore baggy blue jeans a black t shirt a gold chain and a puffy black jacket. "Yeah, D you aint never finna pull no bitches dressed up like that 90's shit. Ain nobody a cholo anymore this aint 1993, dog."
"And you, you speak Ebonics better than Armenian. Hell you speak better ebonics than English! Whatever happened to your ethnic pride, boy?"
Daniel shot back at his brother, "Man, fuck you. At least the Ese's show some respect cause we're all brown. But the Families and Ballas would look at you and see a wigger."
"Fuck you, I'm as Armenian as you are," Stated his younger brother who was named Israel. "Nah, you're half Armenian half Russian."
"True that," Franklin chimed in. "He's brown," He said looking at Daniel who despite looking Mexican-based on how he tried to look really looked more Arab. "You're just a white boy with a tan. A spray on tan looks like," The discount street hood pulled out a 9mm and pointed it at him sideways saying, "Fuck you say, bitch? What set you claim?"
There was a man with messy blonde hair smoking cigars and playing cards at the table. He wore an all white suit. "Bring him to me," He ordered the gangsters. "You are Simeon's boy, are you not?"
Franklin told him, "I aimnt nobody's boy I work for myself..."
He was pistol whipped from behind by a man wearing a black leather jackety black pants and a gray shirt. "Show your eldeers respect, shithead!" He had slicked back oily black hair and a thick black beard. "Narek...bring him to me..." He told the man with the beard. He was pushed into a chair. "You used to work for Simeon, yes? I am Tavit Minassian. I run this...family."
"Yeah last year. You already know this. Why I gotta answer something you already know?"
The Armenian pounded his fist on the table. "Because I said so! We made a lot of money through Simeon. You think he was just a well-respected pillar of the community? You think all he did was give cars to dead beats and repossess them? No. We cleaned our money through that dead beat."
Sacha twiched. "Hey that is my uncle you are talking about."
"FUCK YOUR UNCLE!" The crime boss stated. "He was an imbecilic! He ripped people off and it got him killed!"
Franklin asked, "Aight so if you got no love for him then what's the point of avenging him?"
"We're not avenging the man, you fool. Only that twitchy ingrate truly wants to avenge him. And maybe Sergei since he has a soft spot for the old man. But the rest of us, we care about the money we lose because of these Marabunta cocksuckers. Only now I'm thinking it was either you who killed them, which despite his dislike for you, Sacha insisted you did not do or it was Marabunta. Or a third option could be it was that one man...the one in the movies..."
"You talking about Michael De Santa? Nah come on, man. It aint him."
"Yes, the one from the movies. Do you remember when Simeon was shot?"
"Yeah I had gotten a call from him that day. We came to try and help him me and my boy Lamar but he we aint get to him in time. He made it seem like there was some cholos after him."
"Yes, Iand this is how we know it was not you. It took some doing. When I got back into the US...I had to call in a few favors. Even get the evidence from the murder to vanish for a few short hours just so that I could get a copy. But you are not aware of Simeon's shooting before? Before he was killed I mean."
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"Nah what are you talking about? I don't think so. If he was shot he seemed ok on Life Invader and if he did get shot before that he aint say shit to me about it. I really wasn't even looking at it in the news even so I must have missed it"
He grabbed a disc and had one of his men put it in a DVD player. "When I say the man who makes movies, I don't refer to the shitty Meltdown movie. I mean this movie,"
Franklin watched on the screen and saw Michael De Santa enter the Luxury dealership. There was no sound on it but he saw as a couple of Armenian thugs were sent after him while Simeon rtan. Michael fired taking the men out and chased Simeon out onto the street. He fired hitting him twice in the back.
"What the fuck...how did he not get caught uif this shit happened? By five oh or at least by one of your guys since he clapped a few Armenians?"
"A number of reasons," Tavit stated. "I was not in the country yet. If I had been I would have made sure he suffered personally. The other reasoning is that he must have friends in high places to make this thing disappear. I might just have a chat with this Michael next."
"Nah I don't think he was the one behind it either, homie. It aint even like that. See before I had repossessed his son's ride and he made me crash into Simeon's shop. I',m sure you already knew about that."
"I did," He admitted. "But all the same I am going to have to talk to him anyway. After we...by that I mean you...go and teach these Salvadorans a lesson."
"Hold up, dog. You sending just me after them?"
"That's a good pont. No. I'm sending my sons with you to make sure you get the job done. There is a man who is from Marabunta. I do not know his name but I know what he looks like. My men know what he looks like. He has been spotted at the cemetery in Vinewood. They say he's been shooting up heroin and crying like a woman at a gravestone. I cannot think of a better time to get this man. But I want him brought alive. To me. He has committed crimes against the Armenian community."
The younger son, Israel stated, "Yeah for real. A lot of them Marabunta faggots be killing Vagos or Aztecas in the past. Families and Ballas if they venture out further but ever since the 80's they been fucking with our peeps first. Marabunta's hella fucked up, bro. You should want them dead as much as us. I don't even know who they killed longer your homies or mine."
"I know, dog they klilled teh homie Leroy last year we been hitting them up but I'm trying to be done with this gang banging bullshit."
"You're not done until we say you are done. "
Franklin barked, "Hold up. You think you can push me around? Let's get one thing clear. If it comes down to it with a war between my side and yours we'd win."
Sacha chuckled as he twitched. "You think 50 or more gangsters will be enough? We have over one hundred men. Plus change. We can easily wipe Forum Drive off the map if we have to. You and that idiot Lamar Davis. Even if you didn't kill Uncle Simeon you got him killed. Because you two were not good at your jobs. You and your friend will be lucky if we don';t kill him just to set an example. For being careless."
Tavit ordered Sacha to be quiet. "We have business to care of. Now yes, put CGF and Forum together I am sure you have more men than we do. But one of my men would be worth five of yours. Besides, last I checked the Families are not international."
"Yeah we are. You glt us sprouting up in military bases all around the world," The Armenian laughed revealing yellow teeth. "Those are just American soldiers that were alreay gang members and joined the military just to learn combat technicies. They still call America their home. And any American gangs you see represented in Europe or Asia are as a result of this or stupid teenagers who watch too much Hiop Hop who decide to imitate you. If they only knew how much it is no fun to be somebody like you. In the real South Los Santos."
Sergei added, "Besides, none of those idiots over there are connected over here. The soldiers in gangs that recruit over there are dealing with men in the military who live all over the USA. So you may have a man from Los Santos who recruits but they'll have people they recruit going home to Georgia or Ohio or Florida. Not all the same place. So I am afraid you are full of shit, my friend. We have men from Armenia and from here. And we work together. We are not people you want to cross. Even Marabunta are afraid of us, huh? They just do not admit it."
"Man, I highly doubg they're afraid of ya'll. Even if you do kick up a lot of dust with them. They're in more than just two countries. What you think's finna happen? You think you're just going to take all Marabunta out of the city? Come on, dog I defended my hood for years I put all kinds of mothertfuckers in the ground but I never had no illusions about it. Aint none of the enemy hoods going anywhere. The best thing I could hope for is to get out of it myself."
"You can ride off into the sunset and shove your thumb up your asshole and get fake Vinewood titties and a sezx change operation when you are done fufilling your obligations to us," Narek growled. "Or we kill your family. Plus that blonde girl from Fame or Shame you were seen with. You think we can't find her? Plus your cousin? We can kill all of them. If you force us to."
Franklin sighed. "Aight motherfucker but if I aint let go ater this shit I'm blazing all ya'll. I dealt with dealier motherfuckers than you and came out on top. Yal'll ARmenian Mob niggas may think you hard but you aint got nothing on the Triads and I survived them. That's on the real."
Tavit smiled. "I am a man of my word. You will get to walk free. As I said, you went after Simeomnn wth the intent to help him. You failed and this is a disgrace but at least we can rule you out. Your friend Lamar and your white friend, the producer, he is another story. Them I cannot promise life."
"You're gonna have to. Especially since they aint do it either. I know cause Lamar was with me. And Michael sure as fuck aint do it either. Even if he did shoot Simeomn before. Which I aint even know about."
"Their guilt or innocence will be determined at a later time. I must at least inquire into Michael's shooting of Simeon. I need to hear it from him. In his own words. If he can prove where he was during the shooting he might live. As for Lamar, me and Sacha will hae a conversation about this. You will not be present for it. Because even if Lamar did not kill his uncle, his carelessness led to what would happen. He gave either the Vagos or Marabunta cause to kill him. It could have been both. And for that reason, we'll also be needing you to contribute in our war with the Vagos."
"Right now? I thought you jus wanted me to find this Marabunta bitch?"
"Yes, the Vagos will be another time. But at the very least we can get answers from this man and find out who did the dirty deed. Sergei...see to it that he gets what he needs for the job."
They went to the trunk of an SUV in the back and Sergei opened it showing the stockpile of weapons they had. "This is yours to use. As a just in case," He handed Franklin a Kel Tec PLR 16 with some 100 round magazines. Daniel took an AK-47, Israel took two Uzi's and a Desert Eagle, Narek grabbed a K-3 Rifle. Sergei took for himself, a VAHAN fitted with a GP-30 Grenade launcher.
Sacha took a Mossberg 500 shotgun. They got into the van and Narek ordered the driver, "Azad, we are going to Vinewood cemetery. Plot lot 273 grave number 3. South eastern side of the graveyard," The and began to drive towards the Vinewood cemetery. "Hey, aint we rolling a lil deep gfor a kisnapping?" Asked Franklin. "It's almost like you expect some shit to pop off while we out there."
"These are psychos with machetes, loc," Stated Israel
"Hey who you calling loc?"
"I'ma keep it real with you. I get along with Ballas more, dude. They just more successful. Families all about teh drama."
"Yeah whatever I know what it really is. You just mad cause Armenian Mob gets bucked on by CGF too. When we cross paths that is."
"And yet you worked for a man affiliated with us," Said Sacha with a sneer. "That means we own you. We own the Families. Who knows. In a few ywars maybe we'll be llike the Italin in Liberty City. Keeping a smllewr circle but because of what we know we have bigger but less significant gangs doing errands for us."
"Man youse a bitch, Sacha. You never talked that hard shit when it was me you Lamar and Simeonm in the shop but I know you aint never like us and we aint like you. But now you just joined a gang just to get revenge?"
"At least that is a good reason. What did you join for? Just because you grew up in their neighborhood. Idiot. What have you ever really lost? A junkie mother who killed herself and a father who was never there to start with."
Franklin realized if shit got too out of control he could always go to CJ and Quik for some help but for now he was going to maintain like the soldier he was. "You don't even know what you're talking about. So you got nothing to say about my family."
"Hey Israel, why don't you shut the fuck up. We gotta go do this thing that doesn't mean we want to hear you talk," Statyed Daniel.
"Man fuck you too. Go suck some Azteca dick."
The two brothers argued more and Narek barked, "Shut the fuck up. Both of you. I thank God we're half brothers but then I don't think we're even half brothers. I think you two gandon's are adopted. A charity case. There's no other way to explain why you two are born here and yet you are bigger idiots than me and father. Either public education has failed or you two are retards. Or both."
Joaquin
From The Womb To The Tomb
Culebra had gotten word from Lefty that Sniper was down at the Vinewood cemetery. He'd been making a fool of himself getting high and drunk. The cops had been called a few times by the night watchman the last few days and he had always gotten out of there by the time they came. But now he was there again.
He thought what had all been going down these last several months. The kidnapping, the weapns deal, and he didn't know why Sniper was all unwound now. He had been fine the other day. He thought of his past relationships, as he was going to the same graveyard Amata was buried in. He got a text from Morena and read it briefly. It said she was happy for the both of the,. He smiled. He had never really had much of girlfriends in his past so much as friends with benefits or if they had been girlfriends they had been loosely. Him and Morena had been on and off again. He had lost his virginity to her of course, and he'd fucked other sanchas in the hood but she had been the closest he'd had to a grlfriend prior to Rosa.
He thought back on a particular day that they had goten it on and this had ben before he had even joined the military.
2009
They were at Vespucci Beach and it was night. Freezing. "Come on..." She urged. "Haven't you ever been skinny dipping before?" He shyly said, "No. I thought only white guys did that."
She smirled. "Tha's silly. Come on..."
She removed her black sweat pants and her sweater stripping down to a black bra and panties. She smiled wickedly at him as she then took her lingerie off and ran into the waves. He removed his clothes and boxers smirking. "This is stupid, esa..."
He swam out to her. God she looked fine. Her normally tied back hair was all out and wet. She pulled herself close to him. "BBeen a while ince we did this, no?" They kissed as they embraced in the water. His dick was stiffening with arousal as her breasts pressed against him and her soft body but the cold was too much. They swam a while and then he admitted, "I don't thimk I'll be much use to you in here. Cold water shrinks..."
She smiled saying, "I won't peek. Just get over here..."
He entered her and began to drive into her. She sighed with arousal. Her pussy was wet and warm despite the coldness surrounding them. He kised her neck as he drove into her. Th waves started to come in hard. "Ahhh!" She cried with a grin. "Okay maybe we should go back to my place and get showered. But I still wanna get it on.."
They got dressed and drove back to her place. Before they could go inside however she told him to park in an alley. "Let's do it here...Tengo ganas," She said in a wicked whisper.
She climbed onto his lap kissing him once again. He put the seat back and he began to kiss down her small but perky breasts. His lips kissed the goose bumps of her dark chocolate nipples. She closed her eyesm her lips kissing his forehead as he moved down her body. He made way down to her cute navvel kissing the outside of it and his tongue went down into it licking it. She let out a sigh of arousal and he slipped two fingers inside her moistening her up to get her ready for hi,. She whimpered, "Oh fuck..." As she became slick with anticipation. She brought his fingers to her mouth sucking on them as though they were his cock. She grinned like a sexy demon. "Te gusta, papi?"
He moved back to her breasts and she climbed on top of him. The Mexican and Colombian cholas eyes rolled back in her head as he began to thrust up into her as she rode him his mouth finding her sensitive areolas again. "Ohhh..." She moaned as he drove into her. They had not even bothered to use a condom since he had proven a number of times, his pull out gamre was on point.
"We're kind anasty if you think about it, mami. The water out there is dirty. We should shower."
"I'm dirty and you're dirty...let's get dirty together...then we can go getclean..and get dirty again..."
He began to go faster and she began to aggressively ride his cock, her plump round booty bouncing up and down as the wet popping sound of her pussy riding his manhood filled the car. He spanked her butt as her twat shined his cock. She whimpered like a horny vixen as he drove into her tight wet entrance. Her curly hair was all over his face as she brought his lips back to hers chewing on his bottom lip. Her hands ran down his chest. He slid a finger to her clit rubbing it as she rode him "Oh Joaquin..." She gasped as her voice got higher riding him.
His lips met her again and without thinking abot the consequences of saying it he told her, "I love you..."
"I love you too..." She said wasting no time as she rotated her hips on his member. "Te he amado desde que llegaste aquí. Incluso si usted es un poco más joven que eres especial ... ... usted no es común..."
(I've loved you ever since you first got out here. Even if you're a bit younger...you're special...you're not common...)
He slaped her ass again and he slid a thumb into her anus. She smacked tehh side of his head. "Cabron!" He removed it starteled and she smiled saying, "It shocked me...I didn't say stop..." She kissed him ferosciously grinding on him. He drove deeper into her as she kissed him and she wailed louder as the tip of his cock rammed against her g spot. "Oh my god...Culebraaaaa...!"
Their breath had steamed up the windows and any coldness they had from the water was vanishing quickly as they screwed likre rabbits during mating season keeping each other warm. "Get on top of me..." She begged.
He obkliged her getting on top of her on the seat and he began to pound into her pussy and she wrapped her legs around him. "Oh god...fuck me..." She whimpered as he pounded her dark pink box her brownish labia wet with anticipation as he drove into her darker pink opening her clit swollen with arousal as he stroked her. His finger still toyed with her ass up to her perinuim and it was driving her crazy. Her eyes rolled back in her head again so that it only showed the whites of them and he din't know why but this drove him crazy when she did that which was a wonderful circle beause he could tell when he did that to her, that meant she was being driven crazy.
He sunk his teeth lightly but firmly into her nipples and she shrieked in pain at first but it faded into pleasure as one finger stimulated her clit while his thumb toyed with her butt and he took a breast in one mouth and toyed with the other. Pleasure radiated in the Chicana woman's body as well as the tip of his dick as he pulvarized the tiny woman's cunt.
Her teeth sunk into his ear with a feminine and sexy growl and he gasped in pain but somehow he still liked it as she purred and growled against him like a horny lioness. Her auburn slightly sunkissed brown curls were all her face again and her chest was starting to be covered in sweat. They both were sweaty. A fingernail from hjer found their way towards the area between his anus and balls. He yelped and she giggled adorably but went back to it. He was not a fag but it was with a woman and since that was what she wanted to do he wouldn't stop her as long as she knew he wouldn't let her peg him.
He began to fuck her deeper and harder and he lifted her bronze legs up in the air almost to the point where they were by her head and she screamed with pleasure her hand touching the car window, "Oh gooood...ahhh...fuck me!"
He drove into her deeper and she wailed, "Cojeme papi! Ahhhh!" Som of the sweat from his chin dripped to her face and he wiped it away and she chuckled as they brieflt paused the South American/Mexicana pulling him in for a fiery kiss. As he continued to drive into her hearing her cries of pleasure he wanted more from her to make her come to make her scream to make her melt on him. He listened to the wet sound of their genitals crashing into each other as they screwed.
Her face got somewhat flushed and her lips seemed to swell as he pounded into her. Her vaginal canals tightened around him as she took his inches into her damp cave.
Her juices were soaking his cock as she wailed in ecstasy. He lost control but he pulled out just in time nutting in ivory spurts along her bronze stomach all the way to the bottom of her chi chis.
They got cleaned up but she wanted to lay there in his arms with teh windows fogged. "You sure we won't get caught?"
She told him, "Nah we're fine. There's nowhere I wanna be ore than right here," She kissed him then said, "Te amo..."
Present Day
He still had feelings for Morena but he had two children through Rosa by now and he couldn't dog her. Still he believed that if somebody couldn't choose tehy shouldn't habe to. Whatever the case, even if he loved Mousy and had a deep bond with her, it was Morena who had helped him see what love is. Even in terms of the feelins he had for Mousy, he would have never been able to express them if he hadn't learned them from her.
He pulled the Tornado up. He was high as a kite. He could tell. The Marabunta member was wearing a white t shirt and a pair of creased up brown khakis. He had his gelled black hair neatly done up with a blue bandanna around his forehead.
"El Sniper, what the fuck bro. You're a mess. What's up with you?"
The man had several bottles of Pisswasser all over the gravestone of Amata. "Get up stupid. You're disrespecting Sad Eyes's memory shooting chiva up and getting shit faced. Come on, pendejo, we're getting outta here."
His pupils were all fucked up. He shove Joaquin off him. "Hey It's John Wayne...Uhh well your just a bunch of little chavalas and I can whoop a whole bunch of you Chicanos..."
Xulebra told him, "You'tre high. Come on, we're getting outt here. And what's wrong with you, ese? John Wayne? The fuck are you talking about?"
"FUCK YOU MAN! MISTER BIG BAD EX MARINE! WHY DO YOU GET TO RUN TEH VARRIO, HUH? I WAS PUT ON BEFORE YOUR PUNK ASS! YOU AINT EVEN FRO LOS SANTOS!"
ulebra looked at him and said, "Goddamn you're loaded. What's eating you, pues? I didn't ask to be shot caller it just happened. And what does that have to o with you leaving beer bottles and needles at Amata's grave? hat did she ever do to deserve that disrespect, cabron?"
"She ..she loved me, homes! Kept a vato warm when nights were cold que no? Long before you ever paid hr any attention. I don't care if fuckers saw her as a hood rat, man. I was never good with relationships...but Amata..she understood me. We're both addicts, perro...we both chase death...no...it shouldn't hae been you to avenge her, man. You killed the tinto that killed her it should have been me!"
"Bro, it was my fault she died. I had to kill the guy who did it to make it right. And even still, I still lose sleep over it. I lost her and I lost the baby she had...that we had...but now I get a second chance to fix that. Besides, why do you care? You fucked tons of hynas in the barrio, homes. And other varrios. You think I don't know you fucked Loca? I mean we're cool with Cerco Blanco but if some other guy says she's is ruca and she is, and you were fucking her that could cause some pedo, right?"
"Locas a slut, fool. She's fucked everybody, dog. I'm shocked you haven't fucked her."
"I'm not getting into that. Loca's a homegirl. Just like Amata was. But she's not Marabunta. Amata was. She had love for you too, Snipe. Not just me. She loved us all but she was trying to get out of the hood."
"Yeah and she saw you as the way, huh? Leave me and the other broke cholos behind while she rides off into the sunset with you right? Mr. big time...Chicano super hero. Pinche super Indio. You think you're better than me, J? Cause you never tried heroin? Or coka? We;ll you're not. Cause...cause she might have chosen you but you got her killed."
The heroin addicted gangster took a swing but Joaquin caught it. He pinned him to the ground using his martial arts training. "Sniper you need to calm the fuck down. You're not helping anybody. Not me, not Left, not yourself. You held it together back at the hospital when you came in to visit me and Mousy why can't you hold it togeher now? Left expects me to give you a violation and I should do it."
"Then go on, man! Do it! BETTER YET PUT ME OUTTA MY FUCKING MISERY!"
"Jesus christo, hermano...look, I know you been with the varrio longer than me. And I might be some lame Mohawk east coast chavala to you who just arrived in the barrio as a kid man but I've proven myself same as you. Buty you didn't show any leadershoip skills. You just ran around like any other Marero causing havoc and yeah that earsns you stripes as a soldado but not as a leader. As a leader yuou really want to be mero mero you gotta wisen up and sober up."
"So you aint gonna give me a cortes?"
"No. I should but I won't. I'll make you a deal, Sniper. Just between you and me. I'm gonna have to riun the varrio a couple of years. That's just how it is. I got a woman and two kids to look out for. Now she's got her own legit shit now and that's firme but it may not be good enough plus I gotta protect her. But you? If you wise up and stay clean, just a couple years, I swear I'll hand this over to you. I'll even tell Left about it. This is what you always wanted, right?"
"Sure...but who am I kidding ese...I got no ruca at least not a solid one you know? All I got are sanchas. Which is fine but...I don't know, bro I thought Amata understood me. We coulda been something else que no? You and Morena, when you were fucking around back in High School that was when we were a thing...kind of...that's what I thought back then...I thought you liked Morena...and if not her, then Rosa. I didn't think Amata was your type...I mean...we were just like homies with benefits but...we cared...I was never good with commitment but...but wasn't nothing...
He could tell Sniper had a lot of repressed emotions. "Chingada, bro. Look, it aint the end of the world. We both loved her. And there's nothing wrong with that. But maybe..." Even though Culebra was not spiritiual a part of him hoped this. "Maybe she is in a better place,, you know? It could be possible. Anyway, I figured something out about people who fear commitment ese..."
"I don't fear...nothing..." Growled Sniper.
"The thing about people who shy away from commitment," Culebra contined, "Is that they know how big of a thing it is. So at least there's that. So if even if it aint your thing you know what it is and what a big deal it is. So whatever you decide now or later, you know what it takes. But as fart as that goes you need to worry about your commitment to Curb Side right now. And right now you're cheating on us with the chiva. You gotta kick that shit. How long you been back on it, anyway?"
"About ay ear...on and off. ever since El Joker had gottewn out...me and him would shoot up. Amata too for a little bit but she quit. He laughed at her for it but...me I couldn't kick...it's funny...Armando always talked about being broke...but he always had mney for brown sugar, homres...the fuck...and Cerveza...I', glad he's dead...guess you still are the barrio legend eh..."
"Look, you're better than this too, hombre. Joker is dead. If there's a hell he's vburning there now. No matter what religioon is right he'd go to hell in all of them. Probably...anyway, heroin is his last hold over you. You gotta break it. Cause right now, I'm gonna give you a pass but if you fuck up again we have to fuck you up. And you're my carnal I don't want to do that. But you got felonies already and with the night watchman calling the police on you, they can get you on violation and then they'll say flip on me or Left or do life. And you know we can't have that."
"Fuck bro..you know I'd never snitch..."
"I know...but drugs are a hell of at hing. And a lot of people that say they never would have. I still believe you but the point is to not get yuourself caught up like this. Cause even if you don't do that, you don't want to do twenty to life do you?"
"No eh...you got your ways of dealing with grief, I got mine. You're not over here either...or Esteban..."
"No...I'm not...but I take it one day at a time..."
He helped him walk over and the night watch man came up, a Caucasian with a brown beard a beer gut and curly black hair. He wore an AC DC t shirt and told Sniper, "Hey fucker I told you I'd be calling the cops if you came back again! Do you want to get thrown in county?"
"Fuck you, eh! I'm showing my respects!"
Culebra pulled out a hundred dollar bill and told him, "Look, some friends of mine and his called me to have him come get him out of your hair, mister. We heard he's causing trouble and this is bad fo your graveyard and for us too. We're just gonna take him outta here. But give us ten minutes. We're gonna visit one more friend of mine. This is for your troubles and trust me, I'm gonna get these bottles and all the other mess he made. I don't like littering either."
"You got ten minutes," The man snapped. He started picking up the needles and the beer bottles. He set Sniper in front of Esteban's grave. "Stay here, I'll be back..."
He trashed all the garbage and came back. "Why...do all the good ones gotta get killed, man? Joker aint around no more but...shit..Indio...Amata...Esteban...and I heard about your carnal Fatal down in Rancho...everybody's dying..."
"We're all going to die one day, bro. Nothing we can do. We just gotta enjoy ourselves now. It's what E would want. And Amata."
He noticed a few people walking up. At least three Marabunta Grande members, and Flaca, and Loca from the East LS Vagos. Baby Joker had also pulled up. Culebra greeted each of them, the homegirls with a hug the homeboys with a handshake. "Hey bro.."
"You all right, Snipes?" Asked Flaca. "I'm straight...I'll sober up soon enough."
Flaca and Loca dropped flowers on the graves of both Esteban and Sad Eyes. Flaca wore a black midriff top and a pork pie hat plus blue jeans. Loca had a shirt that was designed like a yellow bandanna and it too was tied in a knot revealing her toned abs too but unlike Flaca she had a navel piercing. If Joaquin wasn't in a relationship he would have wanted to destroy both of them so to speak.
Baby J wore a dark blue Urban Kings t shirt and baggy blue jeans. His hair had grown out nmore and was slicked back.
"Culebra, can I talk to you a minute, bro?" Asked Baby J. He followed him over. "What's up, man how's Yolanda and the kids? Y tu?"
"Fucked up, dog. I mean look we're getting by they're safe at the hotel, keeping them fed but they don't know when they're going to get to come home you know? I've had them there for months, man. I want to bring them back. We've had compas on the beach and skinheads wasting each other for months and we still didn't get Kirk or the motherfucker that attacked you in the studio. I just wanna know when are we gonna move on those Nazi motherfuckers?"
"Soon enough hermano, we just need a plan. Just give me a few days. I got a family of my own to look after."
"S your family comes first huh? It's like that?"
"That's not what I'm saying we did the right thing we kept her safe and hidden that's what we have to do. She's scared. The AV were counting on that. I just need you guys to hold out a little longer for me. We'll take them out and they'll be able to come home."
One of the Marabunta members, a Salvadoran with a shaved head and a light blue bandanna around his neck plus a gray t shirt that was three sizes too large and gray khakis asked, "Hey Culebra when are we dropping that mayate that killed Esteban anyway? I know his varrio wantes to do it but you promised Chino before he went back inside and he's familia."
"Soon as I have an idea who it is, bro, I'll be on that."
The second Marabunta member, a scrawny Mexican with a crew cut and darkskin wearing a dark blue bandanna around his neck and a black tank and black dickies stated, "Hey I hear that but a lot of us had love for E. Even vatos that don't like Vespucci Beach gente. It don't matter who gets the job done long as it gets done right? Shit. It could be a pee wee too. I don't give a fuck. If I get the chance I aint passing it up."
The third member was a Honduran who was short, five foot four but muscular and he wore a light blue t shirt and blue jeans. He wore a gray bandanna around his forehead. He turned to the other two. "Sí, pero no sabemos que es todavía. Sin saber con certeza que estamos sólo una suposición."
(Yeah but we don't know who it is yet. Without knowing for sure we're just guessing.)
Loca pointe out, "It would be poetic justice if his own varrio caught up to the bit hes that killed him though. That's better than anything. If somebody killed Gustavo, we'd be smoking them like Redwoods."
"Yeah how is Gustavo, anyway? I haven't seen him in a whilem," Culebra asked. Sniper told him, "Joaquin...shit...I gotta tell you something eh...something I saw when you had me handle that thing for you bro..."
Culebra turned to him but just then, the night watchman said, "Your time is up. All of you get the fuck outta here and don't come back!"
Culebra got in his face. "Hey we paid for Amata's plot. You don't tell us shit and that wasn't ten 's no law against visiting graves. I thought we had an understanding."
"No...that was before you brought the whole barrio down here. I don't want more beer bottles and heroin needles showing up. Ths aint East LS. There are decent people that visit this cemetery. Now get outta here before I call the police."
Culebra reached for his machete pulling it out of his pants. "What was that?"
Just then, several gunshots rang out. The Mexican Marabunta member took seven rounds in the back. The 5.56 rounds went right through him. Joaquin spotted a van rolling by with several masked gunmen. "DOWN!" Culebra yelled. Two stray rounds hit the watch man in the stomach and he fell over bleeding and writing in pain. "Sniper. You and your amigos are dead men!" Screamed one of the men in the van, a young sounding man in his late twenties or thirties.
Sniper cursed, "Shit! Th Armenians are after me. Where's my cuete?!" Culebra looked saying, "You didn't bring it?! Pendejo!" He withdrew his Glock 19 and came out firing back at the van as the van rolled by the row of gravestones. They came out parking and started firing. Loca returned fire with her Beretta M92F. "Fuck you AM levas! You aint shit!" She yelled. "Vete a la mierda!" She fired nine shots and hit one of the men with a few.
She hit another in the chest with four more but Joaquin could tell the guy had a vest on. The man was carrying a Kel Tec and he fired at Loca but Culebra pulled her to cover. "Shit, we need to cover our faces too, homes," Baby J suggested. "If we make it outta here the juras will still be after us even for just defending ourselves,"
"Way ahead of you!" Loca stated taking the light blue bandanna off her forejead and the one around her neck and put one over the top half the other over bottom halg leaving room for her eyes and nose only. Joaquin, Flaca and Sniper did the same with darker blue bandannas. The other two Marabunta members were too busy shooting it out with the the Armenians to do the same.
The bald Salvadoran took two shots from an Armenian two two Uzi's that grazed him. He fell over rolling on the grass but as he rolled he brought his pistol back up letting off four shots at the Armenian goon. Culebra saw that one of the Armenians was dressed like an Ese. He fired at him but before he could hit him he took three shots from the Armenian with the Kel Tec.
Culebra returned fire at him letting six shots off at the guy and he hit him with three of them as it was a distance. He remembered the guy had a vbest on but a fourth round grazed the guy and a fifth round missed his neck and a sixth missed his head.
An Armenian was firing an Assault Rifle at them and Culebra spotted a grenade launcher on the weapon. "FUCK! Fall back! They got an Assault Rifle!"
"We just want Sniper! We don't care about the rest of you!" Shouted the discount cholo. Sniper took the pistol off the deceased Marabunta member and fired his Walther P99 five times at them. Culebra saw the driver aiming two pistols at Flaca. Flaca fired her Glock 40 at him and she hit him with two rounds in the left knee. As he fell over, Culebra fired another five rounds at the guy hitting him in the chest, all of them landing. Culebra reloaded as the guy with the Kel Tec tried to hit him and he ducked behind a grave, a deceased Iraq war veteran.
The man had to reload and Culebra fired at him but the man got his weapon reloaded quickly and let at leas nine fly back at him. He ducked down but not before a round grazed his right arm and one round grazed his left leg. The two Marabunta members attacked the Armenian but the Armenian let both Marabunta members have it. "Shit! They killed Jesus and Hector!" Screamed Baby J.
Culebra grinned however, as he saw three cars pulling up and several Marabunta members got out. "I called the homies up from Mirror Park!" Yelled Flaca. There were at least twelve Marabunta members joining them now and they fired on the Armenians now outnumberng them. The Armenian with the Assault Rifle and the grenade launcher, fired a grenade towards them. Joaquin jumped pushing Flaca to the ground and luckily the blast went a few rows behind.
Baby Joker popped up firing his Handgun wildly as he ran between gravestones but he did manage to hit the gangster with the heaviest weapon several times in the left arm. "Mara por vida, ese!" Culebra fired at the wheels of the ARmenian gang van and took them out so that the y couldn't hgo anywhere. The wounded Armenian mobsters retreated behind the now useless van as the twelve members advanced on them.
An Armenian carrying a shotgun blasted at Sniper trying to get him but the gangster was ducking down behind a large angel gravestone. Three of the Marabunta members were hit by the Armenians and a fourth soon followed being dropped with a head shot. Culebra ran grabbing the Assault Rifle that had been dropped. He spotted several cars pulling into the cemetery. One orange and one gray Buccaneer and four members got out. They were carrying Assault Rifles. Two peyotes arrived, one dark blue and one gold and four more gang members joined the fight. They began to fire on the Marabunta members. A silver Tornado also pulled up and two more Armenians got out.
Culebra fired the newly aqquired Assault Rifle hitting two of them outright emptying the magazine. Baby Joker and Flaca ran forward grabbing the AK-47's from the two dead soldiers. Sniper yelled, "Let's get back to my truck! I've got some cuetes stashed in the back!"
They ran across the street for the dark gray Rebel. Sniper luckily still had the keys but it was left in. Any other day Joaquin would have called him an idiot for it but not today. Except it was locked in. However he busted the window out with the rifle and Baby J said, "Hold up, ese you're way too fucked up to drive. I'm driving."
"Orale but if you fuck my ride up I'm fucking you up!"
"You a ct like it's a tricked out Voodoo, homes. Only paisas rednecks and and rez dogs drive this shit. Now come on!"
Loca was behind but she was trying to make her way over to them. The Armenian with the Keltec as well as one with the Uzi's was trying to get her. She grabbed the wounded watch man forcing him to his feet. "What are you doing...?"
She told him, "Sorry cabron. I don't got a bulletproof vest," Before long, Twenty seven rounds combined, from the Kel Tec and the Uzi's hit the man shredding him but it was enough time for her to jet across the street while she had to reload.
Flaca yelled to the Marabunta members stilll left who were attacking the Armenians. "Take care of those bobosos!" They flew away from the cemetery as Baby J floored it. Sniper was in the front seat while Joaquin, Flaca and Loca were in the back. Culebra had found ammo in the stash that was suitable for the Armenian Assaulyt Rifle. Plus it still had at least one round for the Grenade Launcher he could use.
Sure enough, a white Peyote and a black Buccaneer was tailing them firing on them, the Buccaneer had a guy with a Type 56 Assault Rifle raining rounds after them while the peyote had an Armenian vato in a wife beater and a crucifix necklace firing an AR-15. He fired taking out the vato in the white car first hitting the gang member with six rounds in the chest followed by three in the right jaw.
Next he fiored at the driver taking him out with a headshot.
Flaca and Loca unloaded on the other car as they had indeed discovered Sniper had som weapons. Flaca fired a Remington 870 at the passenger taking out the right side of his face plus blowing his right arm off out the window. He hung dead out the window while Flaca unloaded an AK-74 on the driver who was driving with his right hand and firing an Uzi with the left. She hit him with six rounds in the throat and the car crashed.
They still had another car however, a red Tornado was on them, opening fire with an M-16. Culebra took three rounds in the right shoulder and five in the chest. The two hynas ducked down and a round almost hit Baby J in the head and he cursed. Sniper was still coming down off his buz and high so he vomited out the window. Luckily, the spray of vomit hit the windshield of the car and they lost control of the wheel crashing into a Mule going the other direction.
"Fuck bro...if there was ever a time to throw up that was the best!" Yelled Culebra. Just then he took a few more rounds and it went through the vest this time at least one did as a gray Merit pulled up alongside them. The other two rounds hit him in the right arm and the others hit his stopmach but otherwise didn't do much else.
He hollered with desperation to Baby J "Get us some distance!" The man floored it as hard as he could as they sped down Eclipse.
He aimed the grenade launcher mounted on the Rifle out ogf the truck and fired. The Merit went up in a blaze exploding and he saw the skull of the shooter get obliterated. The other two gang members in the back seat had been trying to shoot Flaca, Loca, Sniper and Baby J. They had no chance either.
Culebra coillapsed though s he he felt significant pain.
"We're home free, baby!" Baby J yelled. "Hey, let's go lay low in Vespucci. The hood might get hot for a bit so let's lay low with El Topo's guys," Suggested Loca.
Later That Day
He found himself in a bar.
He looked across the table at the older man. For whatever reason even though he knew the man had not been older than 38 when he last saw him but he would be about in his fifties. Except he looked exactly the same. And that was impossible. It was impossible that he was even here. The old man was smoking a redwood cigarette. That much he remembered. Even when the old man had quit drinking he had been a chain smoker.
For whatever reason they were at some seedy dive in Las Venturas they had never been there before. It was a bar even though he rarely drank but the older man had been an alcoholic. They were introducing a guy that looked like Elvis. "Ladies and gentlemen...Mr. Conway Twitty..."
Some say love, it is a river
And that it drowns the tender reed
And some say love, it's like a razor
And that it leaves your soul to bleed
"Isn't he dead?" Asked Joaquin
"True legends never die, boy. You know that."
In front of him was a shot of Niagara King. One of the few drinks he could tolerate the taste of. He'd had the first one years ago on Christmas. But there was no time to think about that. Joaquin could only ponder what the middle aged man was doing here. A face familiar from memory yet also the face of a stranger because of how long it had been since he had seen him.
The leathery faced brown skinned man with that same 80's shaggy feathered haircut he had known, that he had kept well into the 21st century and bags under his eyes looked down at Joaquin's hands. "You've got your fathers hands," He observed. The hitman looked down and saw they had dried blood on them but not his own. He answered, "My father made me nervous."
"Maybe you were already nervous. Maybe you lacked grit," The young Mohawk gunman looked down at his drink and downed the shot. Conway Twitty continued in the background.
It's a heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
The middle aged man said, "I see you...running through the trees...you're small...the trees are like giants...men are chasing you..."
He looked at the older and shorter man and said matter-of-factly, "I'm right here."
He disregarded his statement. "You step out of the trees...you aint that fast...oh son...they kill you! They shoot you to pieces!
It's the one who won't be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
He looked back towards the stage and then back at him. "Rakeni...where is this?"
"I don't know. You were here first..."
He looked down at his shirt and saw the bloodstains and realized this was either a dream or he was dead. He had a vague memory of being shot. He felt dizzy and collapsed everything fading away. but yet could still hear the song in the back stage and club faded away until all he could see was a clock radio.
"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose."
"AHH!" He set up with a gasp. He had a hard time breathing and his chest was in pain. He had passed out and it was a miracle he had been alive. He recognized that he was in a motel in Vespucci Beach that El Topo had set up for him to lay low a couple of days. Luckily, Mousy was still at the hospital...or was she? If she wasn't he hoped Lefty was looking after her.
He went to his medical kit and collapsed. Loca and Flaca came in having heard him scream. "Get..." They grabbed the kit and looked at what spilled onto the floor. "You have to put the needle...that tube...into my chest...release..."
"Hold on, I know how to do this shit..." Loca said. "I've seen a homeboy of mine that got killed do it he used to be a doctor..."
Culebra was having a hard time breathing. She injected it into his chest cavity. Finally he felt some relief as the air pressure was released. "I think...I have to go to the hospital..." He gasped.
"We'll take you," Flaca promised.
That's it for this chapter. So Joaquin is now a father as is Mousy. So finally something happy. As far as the tension between Joaquin and Sniper I meant to show that several chapters ago but stuff kept getting in the way.
As for the convo between Franklin and Joaquin I think in a way both are right. Franklin is right in that he can't just become a leader and then leave just like that just cause he now has a baby but on the other hand Joaquin has a point about Franklin not being too serious about having left the game or if he is, he has shown a terrible example of it.
As for the scene with Trevor and Michael and the shooting of the gay porno that was meant to gross you out. I guess you can call it trolling. I mean a good troll never lets on that he is trolling but well if this grossed you out even a little it was worth it lol.
Anyway do you think whoever is attacking the studio is mafioso from Liberty City seeiking revenge on Michael for killing Rocco or is it Madrazo's men disregarding what they told him in the ransom call?
Also what Sniper was going to tell Joaquin inititially was that he had seen the Bagger but the Armenians interupted that. Next chapter I will show the shootout from Franklin's pov and also later he will defend Chamberlain Hills from an attack by the Aztecas.
I realize that both Loca and Sniper were characters that haven't really been as developed as other characters like Morena, Mousy, Lefty, etc. And Flaa i wanna say she's halfway between not being that interesting and being somewhat. So hopefully this humanized Sniper. And he was the one that the Armenians think killed Simeon.
So Joaquin was seeing a vision of his dad and that was based on a scene from season 2 of True Detective. I initially had that in a scene from my other story concete jungle but paul is on bad terms wit his father where asJoaquin wasnt he just died when he was young but i figured this story suits it better.
As for the plot number, that was actually the plot and grave number of Bruce Lee's grave just not in LA obviously cause he's in Seattle.
Abnd Joaquin has a collapsed lung so he hgoes to the hospital. I haven't decided if i should just have it be that he needs the chest valve fo secveral days or if it should be that he needs surgery. Either way i wanted to show you can still get injuries with a vest on.
So just as Morena and Baby J saved him in a previous chapter now Loca and Flaca have saved him here.
As for the Armenians, Tavit is based on Kurt Sutter's character from the Shield and Narek I don't have a visual basis for him so i may need help with that. Who does he remind you of?
As far as Daniel he is visually based on Mr Capon E the Pakistani rapper who acts and dresses Mexican. Israel is visually based on Mike "The situation" from Jersey Shore.
The reason I plan to have this shown from two perspectives is that Joaquin and Franklin almost kiled each other biut due to the face disquises neither realize this. Joaquin thought Frank was just a darker Armenian while Franklin thought Joaquin was a tall Salvadoran.
This is also because in TBOGT and TLAD Johnny ambushes Luis at the docks for the diamonds and he ends up killing Evan while Luis holds off hordes of bikers as he and Gay Tony escape.
Anyway, as far as Sniper puking yes you can say it. Vomit ex machina. lol.
Anyway till next time.
