Franklin
Mer Hayrenik
He leaned out of the van and let the Keltec off. "DOWN!" Yelled one of the Salvadorans. Franklin saw two rounds hit the man in the stomach. "You idiot! You hit the night watchman! He was the one who told my father Simeon's killer was here!" The Armenians unloaded at the Salvadoran gang members and parked. They returned fire at the van. A chola was popping a handgun at them so Franklin sent a burst her way however she was pulled to cover. Israel fired and hit one of the Marabunta member the gangster fell over but came up shooting. "Break yourself, nigga!" Yelled the Armenian.
"I should fuck you up, Israel!" Franklin yelled as he kept blasting. The tallest Salvadoran fired back aiming at Franklin after Franklin hit him with three rounds. One grazed Franklin and two barely missed him. Sergei was also spraying. The Salvadoran who stood tallest yelled, "Fuck! Fall back! They got an assault rifle!"
Daniel yelled, "We just want Sniper! We don't care about the rest of you!"
Narek scolded his brother with a scowl, "Do you really think they care?! Idiot!" Sniper grabbed a handgun off the man that Franklin had shot, Azad aimed at the chola who had shot back and he hit Azad in the knee. "SHIT! That bitch hit me!" He yelled. Before he was hit several more times by the tall Salvadoran. Franklin emptied his magazine at the guy but he ducked behind a grave. He hit the guy still.
Sergei unloaded his Assault Rifle on one of the cholos riddling him with rounds and Sacha, to Franklin's surprise, got one as well, It seemed Sacha wasn't as muh of a bitch when in a group. But he was still a bitch all the same. The cholos screamed in anger that the two had been killed. Sergei shouted, "Eem vorigash bbacheek doer!"
(Kiss my ass)
Just then they saw several vehicles pull up. "Oh shit! These bitches called their homies up!" Daniel cried as he fired at the enemies. Sergei wasted no time. He fired a blast from the grenade launcher at them. The tall Salvadoran tackled the troublesome chola and Franklin was not sure if they got caught in the blast or not. He hoped he had. This guy was tough to kill. One member of Marabunta ran out firing as he ran between cover and Sergei was hit a few times by him. "SHIT!" He cried as he fell over dropping the Rifle and the Marabunta reinforcements closed in. His left arm was rendered useless as he dropped his weapon. "Those Mara cacas killed Azad, dog!" Yelled Daniel as they got to cover behind the van.
Israel called out, "Hey I called some more of our boys! There they go right there!" Franklin had to reload again and as he did, he aimed at a Marabunta thug wearing a silver jersey with blue lettering on the numbers. He hit him with 5 rounds turning the numbers red. The Salvadoran snatched up Sergei's Rifle and hit one Armenian, a man wearing a Vice City Mambas hat, a white wife beater, black khakis and a tattoo on his right arm of St. Gregory. His rounds blasted the flesh off the man's tattoos and he hit him several more times in the stomach giving the wife beater a coat of red. He hit another in the head, a man wearing a silver sports jacket, a black dress shirt and a gold chain with light brown hair and a beard. The man took two rounds in the frontal lobe.
The cholo who had wounded Sergei grabbed an AK off the deceased Armenian and so did the chola. "Fuck these bitches is hard to kill!" Franklin yelled. "Lets just fall through and get this motherfucker!"
Sacha screamed as he fired his shotgun at the cholos trying to hit Sniper. "We are not letting them off that easy! They are just as guilty as he is! They are all going to die!" Several gang members ran off across the street. "They're runnin away?! Fucking cowards!" Yelled Narek. Sergei had managed to take down two Marabunta members when he had fired the VAHAN but he no longer had it. The big man looked like he wanted to pass out and would soon.
A chola wearing a yellow belly shirt was behind the rest of them. "What is with these Latino gangsters they leave their woman behind?" Narek observed. "That's their mistake. Let';s make em feel it!" Franklin said as he fired at her. However she grabbed the wounded night watchman and the rounds tore into the already wounded man and she was able to get away. "Oh goddamn it! They fucking shot out the tires on the car!" Yelled Sacha. Israel called out, "Hey don't trip I got our boys after them. I'll make sure they dead everyone but Sniper. Pops will want to get hands on him."
"I AM KILLING HIM. ME! IT WAS MY UNCLE HE KILLED!" Screamed Sacha. "If father wants to kill him, it'll be him," Narek told Yeterian with a warning in his tone. "That cerote has more attrocities against our community answer for than just killing Simeon!"
Daniel and Israel took down what remained of what had been the twelve Marabunta members that had been backup but more started to come. Franklin had run out of ammo for the piece of shit gun so he took an AK off of a dead Salvadoran. Franklin, Narek, Daniel and Israel piled into a dark red Glendale that the Marabunta members had owned. Sacha and Sergei got into another car with Sacha driving. Franklin had five magazines after looting the corpses. They followed Sacha who called Franklin and put his phone on speaker and Franklin did the same with his phone.
"Keep them off of us! There's too many of them!" Yelled the Armenian. A carload of Marabunta members came tearing up the street all of them firing Uzis. The rounds hit the car Sacha was driving and Franklin unloaded at the car but three rounds hit Sergei in the right shoulder. "FUCK!" Yelled the large Armenian. "Franklin, you are a jynx! Every time I go anywhere with you I get shot!"
Franklin hit the driver of the enemy car, and five rounds obliterated the man's skull making it seem brittle. He hit the passenger in the hit both cholos in the back too, one in the throat and the other in the right temple. As franklin reloaded he cried, "Shit, don't blame me! Sacha's around for this too!"
"You're both bad luck!" The thug snapped back. He then groaned, "I need a doctor...next time, I'm going after these people myself. You assholes are not coming with. I only work with professionals."
"Yeah that's why you got shot by a bitch and got your Rifle stolen by a mean motherfucking ese! And now we got more mean eses on our asses!" Yelled Frank. "Don't even trip, homie. Our boys are after those mofos. They aint getting away from us," Israel cried out.
"That tall guy's got your gun and I hit him and he still aint dead. Dude must have military training like Salvadoran army or some shit!"
"The Salvadoran army is a joke," Narek said. "Armenian is better."
"Still, none of that does us any good if their boys clap us before we clap them! Damn! All this for a dope fiend shooting up in a graveyard. You sure he's the one that killed Simeon?"
"Yes i'm sure! This man kills people like us for fun! He is a psycho!" Franklin took several rounds in the vest as a dark blue Bucaneer rolled by. Franklin fired the newly reloaded weapon hitting both of them. He killed the passenger but only wounded the driver. Narek fired hitting the other one. They had finally lost the Salvadorans and they started to head back to Tavit's home.
Franklin, Narek and Sacha helped him inside while Daniel and Israel got the door open. "Dad!" Yelled Israel. The gang boss was smoking a cigarette when he saw the wounded gunmen and demanded, "What happened?" Franklin told him, "They got away."
"How did he get away?" Asked Tavit. "Some woman shot him. And some cholo took Sergei's gun. It was a mess, dog. Even the night watchman got hit."
"Set him on the pool table."
They did. "Where is Azad?" Asked Tavit. "He got clapped."
The Armenian put the cigarette out. "You let me down. You let him get your gun?"
"It wasn't my fault...there was so many of them, boss...please...I don't want to die from a gunshot. I need a doctor."
The Armenian shushed him. "Yes, I know. And you'll get one soon...It is Sniper's fault. And Israel's. You sent more of my men without my permission after the Salvadoran. You know what that got you? Nothing. Just more dead men and nothing to show for it. How are you going to run my empire when I'm gone if you can't catch one spic junkie?" He demanded.
Israel turned pale. "Pops...it wasn't my fault...I was just trying to do right by you. You know that! I made sure the boys knew to leave Sniper to you. But they aint get him...I won't fail you again.."
"I know you won't son..." He grabbed him by the throat squeezing. Narek tried to stop him. "Father..."
"Bak off! Unless you want to be disciplined too!" The wigger started turning red and his eyes bulged out. Franklin thought he might strange his own son to death. Fuck this fools crazy..
The Armenian gang boss brushed a bang from Sergei's hair saying, "My dear Sergei...you are like the other son I should have had. Only Narek doesn't dissapoint. I wish Israel and Daniel were more like you...your pain is almost over. I can always rely on you, yes?"
"Of course..." Sergei said but was cut off as in a sudden twist, Tavit snapped his neck. This caused all three of Tavit's sons to reat with shock. Israel gasped like the bitch he was, Daniel's mouth dropped open and Narek cried out, "No!"
"He failed me. He has been loyal for years and was one of my best men. I should have done this to one of you but you are my sons no matter how useless you are. And no matter how useful he was to me, he is not a son. He failed me," He then looked at both Franklin and Sacha. "Sergei was like family to me. I caredfor him. But he failed. A man with an Assault Rifle and a grenade launcher on it should have been able to capture any gang member in LS County. And he couldn't handle a gunshot to his arm. I do not like the two of you. So word to the wise. Stay useful to me. I liked Sergei more than you."
He then looked at Franklin and said, "You got my sons out of harm's way. I'm going to wire some money to you. For your troubles. But your obligations are not over yet."
"That's cool but...damn you aint have to kill ya man like yall understaffed as it is."
"Sergei has lost his way. He was once one of my best men. He was excellent at killing Vagos and Marabunta. But with age he got softer. He is younger than me even if he is older than my sons. It's better they start to be groomed for taking over. I am hoping we can make our...family more well established in this city. Not just a minor gang. We need to have the same kind of power that the Aztecas, the Families and the Ballas have. We need to run this entire city."
"Man, good luck with that. Sincerely. After all this shit with getting Simeon's killers, I'm done. i'm out. But the brothers and the Ese's aint gonna roll over so easily you feel me and I know that in the pen you gotta rely on the Mexican Mob for protection. From the BGA and the AV."
"That is some of the sorry excuse for Armenians in North Vinewood's fault. We didn't ask for help when the Ottoman Empire tried to end us. Unlike the Jews in Europe, we fought our own battles. The slaughtering stopped because we stopped it. We are a self reliant people. We don't need help. And even if we did, the Russians are starting to come to this country, this state, more than before. We can't very well rely on the Aryan Vanguard for help the way two out of three of my sons the Russians, maybe we work something out. Break free from Onda. Others in our organization may bow down because they think we have to. But I say we are not with them."
He then looked Franklin in the eyes. "You say you want out of this life. I say to you...good luck with that. Sincerely...you're going to need it."
Michael
Lights Camera Action
Michael went to the desk and grabbed a pistol. It was an H&K VP70. Trevor had own on him. "WHO THE FUCK IS DISTURBING MY GODDAMN PORNO SHOOT?!" Several screams rang out as automatic fire sounded off. A round hit the drag queen in the face. Another burst hit the priest and another burst hit the two porn actors playing the gunmen. They were both hit with head shots. "SHIT! THOSE WERE MY FUCKING ACTORS!"
Four armed gunmen came in. Two security guards opened fire with Glock 40's on the masked gunmen. They at least one of the hitmen right away. The second was shot five times. "Solomon Richards, hell all of Vinewood aint safe if they're working for you!" Yelled a man in a wise guy accent. Trevor fired his own Glock at the men coming through hitting the first one in the right thigh with two rounds and the waist with three more. "FUCKERS!" He yelled. Michael yelled, "What the fuck?! Is the mob still pissed at me?! It's been a year!"
"Hijo de puta!" Yelled another with a Mexican accent as he riddled the next security guard with rounds from an M4
Three more men fired at them. Soon one of the security guards was hit with ten rounds in the throat from an MP5. Michael went prone but he let off six shots all of them landing three in the stomach one in the sternum and two in the head. "T! We need to take at least one of these assholes alive! i thought they were the same mobbed up assholes who were gunning for me before but now I aint so sure!"
Trevor fired in a fit of rag hitting the Mexican in the right knee. As he fell he shot him twice more in the dick. Several porn actors ran inside of where Michael and Trevor were as well as four more security guards. The guards took down the three hitmen from behind with head shots., Michael called to one of the guards, a Samoan named Tito. "Hey, I need you to keep these guys safe. Can you do that for me?" Tito, a man of six foot eight inches, with a body builders physic wearing a black suit from Ponsorby's and gold earrings in both ears nodded. "You got it, boss."
The second bodyguard was a huge man of Norwegian descent equal to Tito's size but much more slender. He had blonde curly hair almost white hair and blue eyes. The third bodyguard was a Caucasian with dark brown hair and tan skin of Greek descent. The fourth was Asian American, at six foot two and of Northern Chinese stock. Their names were Leif, Hermes and Luke, respectively.
Michael instructed the pornstars who were mostly women but a couple of men as well. "Jules, Asa, Marco, Remy, Diamond, Nina, Ron, Mercedes, if you want to ever shoot another scene or produce another scene you stay behind all of us at all times. These guys are Mexican cartel hitters."
"Mexican cartel ? I don't even understand. I'm Puerto Rican," One of the pornstars said. Tito dryly told her, "Then you're on the wrong coast."
Trevor told each of them, "SHUT UP! You straight porn actors are still alive but my fucking actors are in a pool of blood!"
"That's not fair," One of the Asian female pornstars said, "I'm bi sexual,"
"Me too," Chimed another.
"Same,"
"Yeah well were any of you doing a fucking Troy Duffy movie gay porn parody today?!"
The others were silent. "Exactly. Shut up! My art is fucking ruined! It would have been a master piece!" Ron Jeremy put a hand on Trevor's shoulder. "Trevor, buddy, we can always hire more actors. There's even some bi sexual male stars too. If you think about it a lot of the cocks in porn are bi sexual. You think any straight guy would spit roast a chick with his bro?"
Michael called out, "We got more shooters!" He had scooped up the M4 from one of the dead cartel goons and Trevor had grabbed an MP5. "After today, we're fucking having security carry automatics! I don't give a shit what kind of legal red tape it takes!"
A cartel goon wearing a black suit and a baklava came in firing an AK-47. He hit Leif with seven rounds in the chest. Tito and Hermes let him have it with handgun rounds and the goon took at least seven bullets to the abdomen.
They spotted another shooter as they moved down the hall of the studios. Michael instructed the porn actors and producers, "All right we're gonna clear a path and get you to your cars. T, you take them to the parking lot. Take John with you. I'll take Tito and Hermes and we're going to finish the rest of these cartel fucks!"
Michael spotted a hitman firing at him from about twenty five yards firing an M-16 with a suppressor on it. Michael rolled as soon as he saw the guy firing taking cover behind a wall. Leif was still alive by some miracle and he fired his Handgun at the goon in the red track suit. He hit the man twice in the left leg but he missed with the rest. The Scandinavian guard collapsed from blood loss.
Michael fired three rounds into the man's chest. He grabbed the man's mask and pulled it off after disarming him. The guy was an Italian American. "You aint with Madrazo. And I don't think you're from Liberty City. So who do you work for?"
The mafioso coughed blood up. "Your mother, asshole..."
Tito kicked him in the side. "You better tell him something!"
"Ah fuck it...I'm gonna die anyway..."
Hermes got in his face. "So go to God with a clear conscious, bro. Attacking people? What you did here aint cool. I aint a criminal like you. I'm just a bodyguard."
The Sicilian coughed laughing. "Do you think...do you know who you work for, asshole...? Let's say you're right...the guys you work for are just scumbag producers who kidnapped a man's wife to be...and...you're making porn...you aint making the world a better place..."
"Yeah and you work for a cartel thug. I didn't think mob guys would ever allow themselves to be Madrazo's bitch."
Tito added, "Leif had a wife and two kids. He's an honest worker and you killed him."
The mafioso coughed saying, "All right...all right...I work for Sal Madano. But we aint no fuckin bitches for that wetback prick!" He went for a sidearm but Michael fired a single round into his forehead.
Three more gunmen emerged from down the hall and Michael, Hermes and Tito engaged them.
Trevor
He unloaded the MP5 on the gunmen who had set up a barricade outside. He had the pornstars stay behind himself and John. "These fucking assholes don't know when to give up!" Yelled John. He uttered a curse in Chinese at the Mexican thugs. Trevor unloaded all thirty rounds on three goons, hitting the first, a man in a red and white t shirt and blue jeans plus cowboy boots in the chest with four rounds and two more hit him in the ass. The second, was a man in a fancier suit and Trevor hit him with five rounds in the right cheek. The third, he hit with ten rounds in the gut. The rest went wild but a stray hit a fourth goon.
John made short work of him unloading an MP5 that he had taken from a dead gunman. He unloaded into the fourth man who had taken a round in the right heel. Trevor spotted two dead security guards in uniform out front. "Jesus, we're gonna have to at least give the guys guarding the gates shotguns!" He growled. The Chinese American replied, "I couldn't agree more. Some Libertonian goons hit this place before and almost killed Solomon Richards. If it wasn't for Mr. De Santa and a couple of Dominicans, he might have been killed."
"That's whats wrong with today's generation! No respect for their elders!" They saw an opening and he shouted to the porn producers. "Go now! Go home! Get round the clock security! We'll clean this mess up here!"
They ran to their cars. A black Sentinel pulled up and two men got out firing silenced pistols at Trevor and John. Trevor had reloaded and he and John fired hitting the first guy. The second guy decided it wasn't worth it and got back in the car flooring it while Trevor fired twenty five rounds at the vehicle trying to hit him in the back of the head. The guy escaped. "Well at least he can go tell his boss he failed and they'll realize what happens whjen you fuck with us!"
"He'll probably be dead for failing,"
Trevor looked at him, "You used to be tong didn't you?"
The Asian admitted, "Back in Algonquin, yeah. But that was five years ago. That part of my life is over. New city, new start, honest living."
Trevor chuckled with sarcasm, "Well, you're working for the right guy. The fuck got you out of it? I thought Triads can't leave."
"My friend Huang Lee got killed. Shot by some Korean gangsters in Midtown. Revenge on him for something he'd done to them. He weakened them but they got him eventually. And i got them. But I knew if I stuck around it'd happen to me. I didn't want to die like that. But I don't have many other skills besides shooting."
"Yeah well, it's probably not gonna end well. If you end up in jail the Triads could have backed you up. Now you're probably screwed," Trevor said. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Don't mention it."
Trevor went back to where Michael was and Michael said, "Listen, we're gonna have to get rid of a lot of these bodies., I think we can try and convince the LSPD that the gunfire was from movies. But we've got to explain the deaths of Leif and Herb and Phil," These were the names of other guards killed. "These were Madrazos guys. Maybe he thought they would kill us successfully or kill one of us and capture the other to find out where Natalia is. But he's got mafia help."
"Anceolotti's?"
"No. The Los Santos mob. Old school guys going at least as far back as the 40's. There's not that many of them left. Most are senior citizens or in prison. The 'young guys' in their gang are closer to our age. But it looks like they're working for or with Madrazo. Only, I don't know if the Anceolotti's are in on this too. I need to find out. Amanda and the kids won't be happy but I'm gonna have to get them out of town somehow. Maybe...tell them that we're going on vacation."
"No don't do that. The last thing you want to do is run. We'll just find a way to apply the pressure to Madrazo Let him know we're not bullshitting. We set up this deal as soon as possible and this will all be over soon."
Joaquin
Mousy was finally living back at home and he had made sure Marabunta members were watcing the house when he wasn't away. He came outside to see a yellow lowrider parked in front of the house. Felipe was drinking with the older homeboys and took notice of the man inside. He approached the car. "Who you hear to see homes?"
The man inside said, "Culebra around? We';re old friends."
"De dondes eres?" Demanded the pee wee reaching in his pants for his pistol. An older Guanaco, a Salvadoran called to the teen. "Oye, Lipe! Who's this cabron?"
The gangster in the car told him, "They call me fuckin Stomper homes. Come on little homie I know your big homie. Don't be flexing on me."
The kid pulled his cuete and aimed at the Salvadoran. "Fuck this puto..."
Joaquin came out and whistled, "Oye, Lipe! Cut that shit out, cabron. He's cool..."
Mousy walked outside holding their son. "Joaquin, get these fools outta here, eh! Bad enough you got people outside our house hard enough getting sleep I don't want these mocosos waving fuscas around when we got ninos in the chante."
"Rosa, i'll take care of it. Just hold on, okay?"
Felipe looked at him. "You say he's cool? Orale, pues...but I don't got love for no Vagos. Puro Mara por vida."
Culebra told him, "Felipe shut the fuck up. Go to the store get some fucking swishers, huh?"
He crossed is arms with a glare at the Rancho gangster. "Que quieres?"
"Look, ese, I know there was bad blood between us carnal but I took my licks and you took yours. I wasn't even supposed to get hit que no? You don't see me bitching about it but shit, fatal was just my perro, que no? I came up with that fucker, man. Look most of all I' sorry the little homie busted on your old lady. That shit wasn't cool. I know."
"That doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"I just...wanted to know what we could do about getting payback for Fatal, bro. That shit was gacho. I want to pay Madrazo back. You know, his people been trying to keep it quiet but you know what happened? His ruca got snatched up. I don't know by who."
Culebra looked at him. "Holy shit you did it, didn't you? Holy shit, carnal..." He laughed at that. Joaquin gruffly told him, his voice booming, "Hey, I didn't say that and I don't know what you're talking about. Comprende?!"
"All right, man just rela. Listen...I know you were cool with Fatal too you got to know him for months. Would you be willing to help us pay those motherfuckers back?We could. I don't got anything fancy like snatching his bitch up but I was thinking you want to fuck with any ganmg, you go after their money."
Culebra looked at his car. "Let's not talk here. Let's take a ride. But did you check that shit for bugs?"
"Always. Toker makes sure of that. Vamos."
They got in the car and Stomper began to drive them out towards South LS. "All right look if you guys did snatch up Madrazo...I aint gonna say anything...and if hypothetically that was you, he probably knows about it anyway. I mean he's gotta know it was one of his enemies on the streets."
"Hypothetically, All right. Well ypothetically can you think of a reason why a cartel boss in probably one of the most powerful cartels in the world would be willing to pay 12 million for a puta?"
"That's a tough one. If I was at the top i'd say fuck her do what you want. Then again my ruca is firme I wouldn't need no Russian chocha to get off. I keep my cuca strictly Mexicana, Salvadoran, Honduran and Nicaraguan. Look, homes, just level with me."
"To my way of thinking, if he's willing to pay that much for a woman there must be somethning to her. I've heard about that bitch before. I've heard that he treated her better than he treats his wife. That vatos a snake. I heard he killed his own primo. Anyway, a bitch like that? She's probably privy to a lot of information."
Stomper asked, "So what do you want to do?" Culebra thought a moment. "Take us to El Burro Heights real quick. I got an idea."
"You know, because of the shit that's been going down Madrazo has been backing the black gangs up more. I can't say for sure. He might start pulling any support even for gangs that had nothing to do with what's been going on."
"I haven't heard of any complains from the vatos at the beach, "Joaquin told him. "I mean Left did voice some concern that this could cause a problem with Onda as far as the drug business and even they don't know about the kidnapping or at .least they don't know for sure any of us are behind it. A move like this we should have gotten their approval but they can't be knowing I did a job of that magnitude with a chavala. Even if we made peace with Trevor Phillips that's easy to do. He's a mom and pop store but Los Familias? They're big time. And there was no truce with them. Me, Left, we could get green lit for this. Even the whole varrio maybe if they found out how many know."
"Hey I won't say shit, carnal. You took it easier on me when you didn't have to."
"I know you won't Stomper. Because if you do, I'll kill you. Or if Onda does send some guys to clip me and Jose, I'll make sure they know you knew. And if you tell them, I'll be sure and tell them that you wdere in on it too. As payback for Fatal."
This angered the Salvadoran. "First off, motherfucker, I'm trying to make things right with you, with Lefty, with Onda. What do you think I'm some ranker that'll just try and get you guys green lit? Chale. Second, I want to get back at Madrazo myself. I want to cap that moitherfucker for killing Fatal which by the way, that shit happened after the fact."
"You think an apology makes us square? It's gonna take a lot more than that. If that little shit from your hood wasn't so young I'd kill him myself but I knew it's older fuckers like you that pumped him up to try and be hard and show out. Cause why else would he take a shot at us? And I'm just covering my ass. You want my trust again? It's gonna take some time. I'm not holding a grudge against Wicked or Angel but you and Angel can both kiss my ass. And what I ay may piss you off but I got a wife and kids to think of. If your little pee wee chavala had hit her, that would have been three lives lost. The only reason I didn't kill him before any deal was made is I used to be the same way. A knucklehead trying to earn stripas. Working for some asshole. But just remember, Stomps. You got a woman and kids too. So before you even get it in your head that fucking me over is the right thing to do, just remember they can get touched too. And they will if you cross me. Yo say you want to get payback for Fatal? That's great. Focus on that. I may not want war with you but we aint friends."
"You know what, puto? Get the fuck outta my car. It'd be one thing if you were saying this shit to me on neyuteral ground but this is my car. A car is an etenion of my house and you don't disrespect me in mi casa. So get the fuck out or we'll have more than just words," Culebra opened the car door and said, "Fine by me. I'm only a block away from where I need to be could have helped with what I was going to do but now you get no patrt of it."
He started to walk off. Stomper angrily glared at the back of te Ex Marine and started to slowly follow him up the street. Culebra watched his six but kept his hand on his cuete tucked under his shirt. Just in case the vato tripped. He went up to the abandoned house that had once been a meth house the homies in El Burro had used but had been closed down by the city.
He went inside and saw the Russian tied up. She tried yelling with the gag on but he grabbed some pliers off the table. "All right, bitch your man fucked up and I tink you know more about his operations than you let on. Little puta like you? Yeah you stayed at that nice ouse up in the hills and i remember going there after a job. I You don't remember me?"
She spat in his face. "Go fuck yourself! Martin will hang you from a meat hook!" He grinned saying, "That was a mistake."
Joaquin punched her in the face with about half of his strength into the still saw blood on her lip as he hit her. "You don't want to piss me off. If you annoy me you know whatll' happen? I'll bring you to Marin missing a few body parts and i'll still probably kill you. That's worst case scenario. I learned some pretty sick sit in the military and I've seen some pretty sick shit. I try to take as much of it home with me as possible. You know...you probably know about Marabunta's war with the skin heads as Vespucci. Well when I was going to college after I got home from the war, I tried to go back to being a civilian and all but I also went to War university. And since I was on the west side I was helping a carnal out there for the big homie back in the day."
He smirked as he remembered what he had done back wen he had fought other AV gangs including Casper's old crew back before when he had put that gavacho in a wheel chair. This was back before El Topo had run their varrio. Back when El Topo had an inlaw who was running the barrio. A Honduran named El Cabra. A ,man who in many ways was just as chaotic and violent as Joker who killed gang members and civilians alike but unlike Joker, was not a sexual preadator. Joker ad been shot later that day and had spent a week in the hospital but not before he had given Joaquin instructions on what to do.
2010
Aint This A Beach?
They were eating breakfast at a diner in Vespucci Beach. It wasn't dawn just yet. They didn't drop by as much as Joaquin used to just to go to school but they dropped in now and ten. All though te Vagos out here didn't get along with Marabunta in Vespucci, and yet throug his friendship with Esteban, had established some connection and friendly relations in the gang, this did not mean the Vagos got along with the Mareros in teir own backyard. It was easy to be friends with Marabunta members who lived on the other side of town who were in closer proximity to the Vagos in Blaco Cerca than to them.
But still, this did not mean that they could not be friendly with both the Vagos out here and their fellow gang members. Joaquin, Lefty, Joker, Indio, Morena, from Vespucci,Mousy, Amata, and Flaca were there. They were eating separate as the females of the cliques had their own shit to talk about. Before long, the ladies were finished and they paid theirbills saying, "We'll meet you guys at El Cabra's," Morena told them. Joaquin waved.
Joaquin then asked the waitress, a Caucasian brunette with reddish streaks for a refill of orange juice. "It costs extra for refills."
"That's fine," He told her, annoyed with the condescension as if maybe she thought he couldn't afford it. He didn't know for sure that was what she was saying but from is experience, white people never had good intentions. "Entonces, ¿cuál es el trato con estos blanquitos? Están sudando los homies?" The twenty two year old asked.
(So what's the deal with these white boys? They're sweating the homies?)
Joker nodded sipping his coffee. "Mataron a cuatro niños en dos semanas. Estos hijos de puta están armados hasta los dientes, pero muchos de ellos son simplemente campesinos sureños endogámicas. Fumar tanto la metanfetamina que no pueden disparar derecho."
(They killed four boys in two weeks. These motherfuckers are armed to the teeth but a lot of them are just inbred rednecks. Smoke so much meth they can't shoot straight. )
Joaquin listened as he ate his omlett which had sausage and cheese inside of it plus peppers, his link sausages and bacon, plus toast and pancakes. Lefty and others teased him asking him how he could ever eat that much. Lefty had called him a Bottomless Pitt in the past. He hadn't really mocked him ever being overweight but he had suggested that maybe the real reason he was taller than other Mexicans wasn't being half Mohawk but because he ate so much. Lefty asked, "¿Qué tipo de raza eran?"
(What kind of raza were they?)
Joker took a bite of hashbrowns as the waitress returned with a tall glass of orange juice. He watced her to make sure she didn't spit in it because he had heard about people doing that before. He would throw the juice in her face if she did. Joker answered, "Dos mexicanos, un hondureño y un nicaragüense. ¿Por qué?"
"Dos mexicanos. ¿No cree que le importaba. Teniendo en cuenta la cantidad de mierda que me diste cuando éramos más jóvenes por ser la mitad de México. A pesar de que hace más tiempo que no lo hice identidad con mis raíces mexicanas. Sólo para aplacar a los tipos como tú. A pesar de que mis padres me enseñaron dónde venimos y me dijeron ambos lados eran importantes. Que actuó como si fuera un Vago o un Azteca. Ahora que tienes un todo por una actitud? La carajo."
(Two Mexicans. Didn't think you would care. Given how much shit you gave me when we were younger for being half Mexican. Even though for the longest time I didn't identity with my Mexican roots. Just to placate guys like you. Even though both my parents taught me where we come from and told me both sides were important. You acted like I was a Vago or an Azteca. Now you got an all for one attitude? The fuck.)
"This isn't the time to dwell on the past," Joker growled. Joaquin mixed bacon, eggs, sausage and ten pancakes with strawberry syrup and toast wit strawberry jam a bit of each as he chewed. He washed it down with some Second Aids Orange Juice. "Siempre pensó que yo y Rosa fueron menos que tú. No tengo la culpa de los policías en México fueron pollas a los salvadoreños. Y que Aztecas y Vagos eran pollas a usted, a nosotros al principio. Esa no es mi culpa. Para los gavacos no hay diferencia."
(You always thought me and Rosa were less than you. It's not my fault the cops in Mexico were dicks to Salvadorans. And that Aztecas and Vagos were dicks to you, to us at first. That's not my fault. To the gavacos there is no difference.)
"That was the 80's mano. Different time. Move on," Joker warned. "What about Joaquin? He's half Mexicano and the other alf of him comes from the US and Canada. So you probably hate him more than you did me back in the day. You probably see him as either a dumb Indio or a dumb pocho right?"
"Lefty, tu calmate! We got more pressing business. These motherfuckers are trying to gun us all down. Like you said no matter what country we're from and more importantly, tey killed two Mareros."
Indio walked outside after leaving money for his own bill. He went to smoke so as not to listen to the argument. "Oh yeah, I, go outside way to back me up!" Lefty called to him with frustration. Culebra said, "Hey Jose maybe we should hear him 's the big homie."
"See? Respecto," Joker said crossing his arms. Soon the thrree of thm were the only ones in the diner besides the woman. "Culebra, you don't know what Joker was like when we were younger, homes. The shit he's ca;pable of."
"Enough," Joker growled. "We're going to the carnales in 5 minutes,"
"Tranquilo, Left. We're all hermanos here...these skinheads are fucking wit our people," He then grinned and said to Joker, "But rednecks, dog? This is San Andreas not Louisiana."
"Hey, don't let the super stylis state of San An fool you, bro. A lot of the gavachos that came out west looking for mining were white trash from the south. And whatever the north east didn't want too. Not the glorified glitzy types from Liberty. Places like New Hampshire."
He asked te waitress, "Two glasses of ice water with ice," She didn';t move initially so he repeated it. She did what he said and he wrote something down on a napkin and slid it to her. Joaquin frowned as he realized their peace was about to be disturbed. He whispered to Joker, "What was that? Joker just shook his head as if to make him not worry.
She held up the napkin. It had the words Back door beauty? written on a napkin. The question mark was emphasized. "What the hell is this?" He looked at her and said, "It's the name of a horse I used to own, m'aam."
She said, "I know what it means you goddamn fat pimp bastard! I gotta take a lot of shit in this place but I don't have to take it off no fat spic pimp!" She spat in his face and Joaquin started to raise up but Joker stopped him. He wiped his face off with the napkin. "Well anybody that knows anything knows that," Joker said calmly.
"Get of you. Get out."
Lefty moved out but Joker didn't. "Do you want me to call the cops?" Joker stabbed his steak knife into the counter his face turning hostile. "You want ME to call the cops?" The banging of the blade made her nearly jump out of her skin. She shriveled up in fear as he got up and grabbed the cord phone and cut it with the knife. "Go ahead. Call em," He said then handed her the useless disconnected phone.
Culebra turned to him saying, "J, let's get outta here, homes."
Joker said, "Hold on. How much for a piece of lemon meringue pie?"
She said, "2 dollars and eight cents,"
"No, hon, I meant for the whole pie."
He got out his wallet and started pulling out bills. "What, eighteen? Nineteen? Twenty?" She didn't answer. Joaquin could see she was frozen in fear. "Twenty," He said since she wouldn't name her price. He then stuck the twenty in her cleavage. He took the pie out of the cupbard and left. Joaquin paid his bill looking at the woman seeing she had a scar on her neck. She was in tears. The glazed look in her eyes said that she had her throat cut before in the past.
He left too. He almost felt sorry for her but she was a racist. Or maybe it was guys like Joker that gave the whole raza a bad name. Either way all he could do was just leave and hope she didn't snitch.
They laid low for several hours as it was almost sunup when they left the cafe. They were out by the Del Perro Pier. "Why do we gotta wait so long? We know where those putos hang."
"Cause they usually eat lunch around the same time," Joker replied.
Finally closer to noon, they headed to meet the Vespucci Beach veterano.
Joaquin approached the Honduran OG. He had dark brown skin and curly hair and stood at five foot five. He had short but greasy hair. On his left cheek was an M. On the right was a B. On his left eyelid he had a 1 and on is right a 3. He had a tattoo of the Virgin of Suyapa on his left bicep. He had tattoos disrespecting the Families, the Vagos, the Ballas and the Aztecas. Despite Onda's rulings, he was not a gang member that was with the peace and only practiced it in the pen and not the streets.
Then again he had only done two years in the pen and he had done more time in Honduras than the US and there, they had no truce. "Wat's up, brother?" Asked Joker and they made the devils horns symbol bumping horns. "This fucker...Chuckie, man. Racist motherfucker's hitting people up. I mean he aint really all that on the surface just seems like a wannabe. But they say he was the trigger man for one of the shootings. Honduran lady, mano. Let's make an example of them."
"What do you need us to do?"
"Those fucking jueros are over at the Slice N Dice."
Lefty sneered at that. "Yeah the pizzareia. What kind of low class shit is that? A place that serves burgers and pizza and hot dogs and donuts and ice cream? Are they trying to make this country as fat as possible?"
"Hey, I appreciate it. At least the inner gordo in me does," Joaquin said with a chuckle. "But I won't be able to stop off there for a while."
Mousy was wearing a black and blue plaid jacket over a white wife beater that usually cholos wore but he could still see her chi chis. She wore khakis and a dark blue pano. Morena had her curly hair back in a ponytail and she wore a Pounders cap and black lipstick. She wore a black wife beater and a denim jacket and denim jeans. Flaca wore a fedora and a blue tank top plus black chinos. Joker wore is typical Hawaiin shirt blue with white flowers, Lefty had on a black and white flannel jacket and black jeans. Culebra wore a Swingers hat backwards, a dark blue long t shirt and black dickies.
Indio wore a Salvadoran soccer jersey and his hair was about at neck length. Each of them put blue rags on and started to head out. Culebra, Lefty, Joker, and Indio rode in a truck up the street. They stopped off at the Vespucci Beach sidewalk. "I'm sure you got better at using these things overseas, right?" Joker asked. Culebra told him, "Sure but we didn't use AK's. We used M-16 variants. It was the Iraqis who had guns like these."
Joker snorted. "Pinche americanos. Orale...you still would have had to take a gun off of a dead raghead if you ran out right? So think of it like that. Back in the war we had hundreds of guys after me and Indio and our companeros at any given time but we stayed low and used what we could,"
"Yeah well seeing as tis is America, bro, I don't know what kind of steel these jueros are gonna be packing but if we were gotta face the cops or God forbid, the US military they use NATO weapons so if you're ever trying to use enemy resources wen you run out it's better if you have a Rifle that shoots 5.56 than 7.62."
Joker scowled but they went to get some weapons from the Vespucci Beach Marabunta stockpile. Culebra was handed an AK-74 and Joker took one as well. "Let's go compa. You got your sidearm?" Asked Jose.
Culebra responded, "Si mon. Siempre tengo el machete conmigo cuando puedo."
(Yeah. I always keep the machete with me when I can.)
Lefty shook his head. "Eres un Marero, hermanito. No importa lo Vagos o Aztecas dicen de nosotros ser más cobardes, el machete es nuestra primera arma y el cuete es nuestra arma.)
(You're a Marero, hermanito. No matter what Vagos or Aztecas say about us being more cowardly, the machete is our first weapon and the cuete is our sidearm.)
Joker grinned that he was bestowing this wisdom on him. Lefty had a Spas had an MP5, Morena had two Uzi's, Amata had two silenced pistols and Mousy had an M-16 set to semi automatic. Joker was given a truck to drive and Indio rode up front. Indio had a Remington shotgun. Joaquin, Mousy, Sad Eyes, Flaca, Morena and Lefty rode in the back. El Cabra drove in a Bobcat of his own with one up front, a Mexican male with a shaved head, in the back, a Salvadoran girl with brown hair but blonde streaks wearing a black midriff top under a light blue plaid button up plus tan khakis and she had a white bandanna over her head chola style and shades. The third Marabunta member was a Guatemalan male standing about five three but muscular all the same. The fourth was another Mexican from Sinaloa, a man with a crew cut and facial tattoos the number 666 on one side of his face and 13 on the other.
He wore a Swingers baseball jersey. The fifth was a Salvadoran female with penciled in eyebrows and lighter brown skin. She wore a brown blouse and a black jacket. Plus black jeans. "We're going in a little heavy for just a few skinheads, don't you think?" Asked Mousy. "Yeah but better safe than sorry, esa," Sad Eyes said.
They arrived at the pizza place. They put on their blue bandannas those that had them but others like Culebra and Lefty as well as El Cabra, put baklavas on. They went around the side of the building. Just then, they were spotted by a tweaker. The man was African American and scrawny as hell. "yo...yo...man...I aint seen shit...don't kill me..."
Joker aimed his AK and said, "You're about to not see anything ever again," Cabra aimed at the man's head too. "Si mon. Wrong place wrong time,"
The guy said, "come on it's morning man, how am I not gonna see ya'll?!"
Lefty told him, "Tranquilo. We're not duck hunting today. We're out for polar bears. We'll let you live if you just tell us how many skinheads are in there."
Culebra reached into his pocket and pulled out a crack vial. "It's a ten piece for free if you just tell us how many are in there."
"Man...wh...what you trying to say? You think all brothas smoke rocks? That's like saying all Mexi's are in gangs,"
"No, ot's because your teeth, your hair and you stink, dude," Mousy said. "I know a fiend when i see one."
"I'm saying though... says I aint got the money to buy my own?"
Culebra chuckled. "You're about five seconds from blowing me just for one hit. Thats the best deal you're going to get."
"All tright man, old up..." The junkie ran forward to see. He came back. "It's about ten of them in there...gimme da rock,"
Culebra gave it to him. Joker growled as the fiend left. "The fuck did you give him free shit for? What are you social services?" Culebra told him, "Calmate, homes. That's the rules of the game. First one comes free then they gotta pay."
"Don't tell me how the game..." He started to say. Just then the door burst open and a skinhead wearing levis came out yelling, "You better run fucking sambo! I'm tired of you begging for change every day! Why don't you go to Clucking Bell and ask to lick the grease off peoples fingers!" Just then the skinhead looked to see that he had several Marabunta members aiming at him all of whom had silencers on their weapons. "FUCK!" He cried before Mousy filled him fill of holes as she fired off nine rounds into his chest. He fell over gasping for air and she plugged another into his forehead.
Two skinheads came out opening fire from inside and El Cabra's soldados riddled both of them with bullets.
One skinhead fired from inside the resteraunt opening up with a 9mm and he hit the Mexican who had rode shotgun with Cabra twice in the stomach. The Salvadoran woman in the midriff top sprayed him with her Mac-11 and he took twenty two rounds in the chest, stomach and throat. The manager behhind the counter racked a shotgun and fired out hitting the MB member who was already wounded with a buckshot to the chest. The cholo fell over crawling and writing in pain as the glass from the door also shattered.
Culebra fired his AK-74 inside and he hit the manager with six rounds in the side the rounds barbecuing his left ribs. A blonde skinhead ran to the back trying to take cover as he fired back with his own Beretta. He nailed the MB female from Vespucci with the eyebrows with three rounds one in the left shoulder one in the right leg and one in the right shoulder. She returned fire and the skinhead took two rounds though most went wild. He stayed back in cover firing blindly.
A larger skinhead wearing a white t shirt and camoflauge jeans and a confederate flag do-rag fired a .357 and hit the chola in the stomach. Cabra unloaded on him with his Assault Rifle. "Hijo de puta!" He yelled as the rounds sawed through the man's neck folds revealing the bloody fat exposed by the ghastly gunshot wounds. Culebra fired at the skinhead who he realized wads Chuckie as the gangter found a table to duck behind. Patronsh ad ducked down at first but then ran out screaming. Amata, Flaca and Morena dropped three skinheads themselves. Lefty, Joker and Cabra finished the remaining ones off.
Culebra saw he had hit Chuckie in the side. He picked the skinhead up and carried him outside. Joker howled with laughter. "Hey what the fuck are you doing, ese?!" Two Caucasian patrons were cowering in the bathroom, one man and one woman about college age. Flaca and Sad Eyes sneered. "No please!" Flaca grinned, "No mercy," The two cholas shot the couple riddling them with rounds. Meanwhile, Chuckie cried out, "Let me go you fucking spic!"
Joker was howling and cackling like a maniac. "Guacha, Left! Look at him! He's giving him a piggy back, ese! Ahahahahahaha aye!" Chuckie had been disarmed and Culebra and he slammed him down on a picnic table with all of his strength. Chuckie screamed as he hit the table hard. He rolled off falling to the sand. He writhed like a bug that had been stepped on. The guy told him. "Just kill me you fucking wetback!" Culebra said, "I was planning to but now..." He kicked the man's already fucked up back. They headed to retreat to the truck. Two skinheads had come in a red Rebel to the front of the store and they had taken out all of Cabra's soldiers except for the Salvadoran woman and the Guatemalan man. The Mexican thug from Sinaloa had taken a blast from a 12 gauge as a skinhead wearing a red t shirt and black jeans.
The other skinhead who'd shot the other gang member, carried a .44 Magnum. He was a white man with red hair and gray eyes standing at six feet with a swastika tattoo on his right arm and an SS bolt on his left plus the iron cross on the left side of his neck. "Casper's gonna have you fucking chilli eating motherfuckers exterminated!"
Joaquin fired his AK-74 hitting the first man in the side on the right side and the rounds lodged into his kidneys, both of them and he fell and more rounds, at least four hit him in the back. Indio finished him with a head shot. The rest of his magazine was emptied into the second gangster but he didn't see how many rounds hit him. The man fell on one knee, and he had at least three rounds in his chest and one in his stomach. He was on the floor coughing up blood.
Culebra grabbed him and said, "I should let these guys get revenge on you. You killed their men."
The guy growled, "Fuck you!" With a surprising burst of strength, the skinhead tackled him knocking his Rifle to the ground. El Cabra was too busy trying to see if he could help his gang member who had been hit with the blast. "Stay with me, carnal..."
Culebra knew he had no time to try and let them get justice. The point was they wanted an example made and it was. Joaquin drove his knee into the man';s stomach. The man cried out but he had a stilleto knife and he stabbed Joaquin with it in the chest. Culebra cried out as he tried to stab him again. He hit him with an elbow to the face and the gangster staggered back. Joaquin hit him with the handle of his machete and kicked the knife out of his hand. He cut the side of his face with the machete running down the side of his face. He did the same on the other side of his face. He looked into the red headed Nazis eyes seeing his pupils. "So that's how you can take that many shots and still be alive. You're on crank."
The skinhead cried out in pain yelling, "FUCK YOU! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" He told the skinhead saying, "I'm already where I came from," Joaquin said. "You know what they say about meth heads? You feel like little bugs are crawling around inside your head. Cockroaches and all that...ear wigs. Let's see!" He peeled the skin in his face down using both his hand and the blade and the Neo Nazi shreiked like a baby lamb getting put in a grinder. He pulled the skin in his face off and revealed the meaty red mess and the grinning skull of his teeth as his face was revealed and blood gushed everywhere. "That's where the term red skin comes from," He told him as he collapsed shrieking and went into shock making no noise but his body twitched as he went into shock.
They got into the truck and sped off Joker was laughing too hard to drive so Indio drove. Mousy and Sad Eyes and Morena put pressure on Joaquin's stab wound and tried to use a bandanna to slow the bleeding. A van load of skinheads from Casper's gang sped up towards them opening fire wit Handguns at the car. Flaca and Lefty fired on the van the Spas 12 sent one of the skinheads crashing back in with a hole the size of a grape fruit in his chest.
Flaca let a female skinhead have it with rounds from her H&K hitting her with nine rounds into her shaved head hitting her in both eyes. Sad Eyes fired her silenced pistols six times eac and decorated the passenger in the front seat's brains all over the windshield and seat and the driver. She fired at the driver hitting him wit the entire magazine in both guns as multiple rounds hit him in the chest and two hit him in his front teeth from the side. Lefty's shotgun finished off the rest of the skinheads in the back.
Lefty told Joaquin, "Hey you're gonna stay off your feet a few days, compa...we'll have you good as new in no time."
Mousy looked at Joaquin with a bit of horror. "What was that back there...?"
"I don't know...just...I'll talk about it later...I'm...tired now..."
"Hey stay awake bro. We're gonna be back at Cabra's place. Indio told him, "You did what you had to. They've been attacking gente in the area. They had to be taught a lesson."
"What about that one puto Joaquin dropped on his back?" Asked Flaca. "I think we should have finished him off."
Culebra said, "He won't be a problem again...if he lives he won't walk..."
Present Day
He put a hand over where the scar had been. Stomper looked at im as did the Russian. El Cabra had been killed in a shootout with the Aztecas a year later. Then again, it wasn't like Marabunta at Vespucci was all one clique they had four cliques in one barrio. The Winos, chicos, locos and tokers. There'd been a time when El Topo only ran one clique but now he had control of all the cliques.
Stomper had entered the room while he was talking about that. "Vaya pues.."
(All right then)
"I told you to go home,"
Stomper shrugged. "Home might not be safe right now. If you've got a way to end this I'm doing it. Thing is you might have snatched this bitch up and you mght have gotten Madrazo to back off your varrio. But with me I don't know that puto aint gonna leave us alone. It's Rancho. Shit can happen any day. You can get killed in a heart beat and it's just what they say happens around there. So the cartel could easily blame somebody else. They might have been sloppy the first time around but they won't be again."
Culebra shrugged. "Maybe Madrazo's off his game. The fact that he would even negotiate for her makes me wonder. Is she the only one that'll touch his noodle? Is she the only mail order bride that will fuck him? Can't be all that good if he's got erectile dysfunction. What would make a puta like her so valuable to such a powerful man?"
"Maybe he lets her stick it in her butt. Who knows? Who cares?"
Culebra looked at her with a curiosity. "You know...on one hand Martin had some hitteres come for two out of four of us. I imagine I'm next I think we're going to hav to make an example of you. I won't kill you. Yet. But we have to let our sugar dady know we're not fucking around. The fact that he sent guys after us meant he thinks we're not serious or he just wants you back that badly. And I don't know why. So i'm going to see what you know."
He went to his Ifruit MP3 player and put it on full volume and it was the sound of a loud stereo. The song Bulls On Parade by Rage Against The Machines blasted and he took teh plyers to her toe nail. "Why does he want you back so bad?! What do you know?!" The white woman screamed, "FUCK YOU!"
"Have it your way," He clipped her left big toe off. She screamed in agony and luckily the music drowned it out mostly. Blood sprayed everywhere. Stomper'ds eyes went wide at this. She screamed, "YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"You got nine left, sister. If you want to keep them keep talking," She spit in his face. "Well, now I know whether you spit or swallow. We're gonna have to cauterize the wound!" He took his lighter to her wound and she shrieked like a banshee. Though she was tied up, Stomper hel;d her leg so she wouldn't kick as much. "What do you know?!" He demanded.
She cried out tears "GO TO HELL!" Culebra told her, "I probably know a lot of people got killed under my I'm not sure it's even worth it. But then I get to fuck up my enemies. And that always adds just a little bit of perspective. Besides, I hate cartels. I always have. Even if I worked for them a few times. I'll never do it again."
He held up the big toe. "This little piggie went to the market..." He started on her long toe and she yelled at the top of her lungs shaking. It was a good thing the Salvadoran was there. "This little piggy stayed home..."
He went to the middle toe. "THIS LITTLE PIGGY HAD ROAST BEEF!" She shreiked again her mouth looking like the muscles would rip if she screamed any harder her face contorting with agony. "ALL RIGHT! THERE IS STASH HOUSE OUT IN LA PUERTA!"He raised his eyebrows. "Address."
"Puerto Del Sol Yacht Club."
He cauterized the wound again and she let out another demonic howl. "We're going to see about that,"
He called Michael and Trevor up threeway. "What's up, kid?" Asked Trevor. "We got a situation. You know how they triedto hit you up, right? Well I think Madrazo will probably pay up but he's trying to be sneaky. He's agreeing to pay the ransom on the surrface but he's trying to undermine it to see if he can get his boys to get you guys first. He doesn't probably want to kill any of us or all of us. He'd want at least one of us alive to tell him where his ruca and horse are. Plus all those statues.Y"
Michael responded, "All right, J, what do you want us to do?"
"He's trying to put the squeeze on us all. I wouldn't be surprised if he tries me and my people and Franklin next. We need to make it clear that's not gonna fly. He's got a stash house at the Puerto Del Sol club. You guys should drop by and see about that. Make sure it's legit. If I have to, I'll put more pressure on Madrazo."
Trevor seemed all too eager. "I'll be glad to make this little fucker feel the heat!"
"All right...you've earned yourself a nap. Martin aint gonna be alive by the end ofthis but if you cooperate you might. In the mean time, you need some rest," With that, he punched the Eastern European in the face and knocked her out. Stomper asked, "Was that nessecary, homes?"
He wrapped her foot up and tied her back up and put the gag on but made sure she was breathing. said, "She's gonna be in a world of hurt when she wakes up. As long as she's out cold, she wont feel anything. Now we just wait."
Joaquin then turned to the cholo. "I thought you also wanted out of the game too?"
"Nah, ese. I might have thought about it before but fuck it. I got pride in my varrio.I don't want the same for mi hyna or my kids and I'll do my best to make sure they do better than me but as for me? It's too late to do anything else. I'm an OG too, man. As much work as I put in for the hood? You think anybody, Madrazos, Ballas, or Families would care if I said I was out? Chale. You are what you do, bro. I'm not proud of everything I did but my kids? I mean I can't move outta the hood but maybe one day they can. Whatever they choose to do, whether they wanna fix the barrio up or get outta Los Santos, hell even move to El Salvador, I support it as long as they do better than me. I know it sounds typical man but I really am doing this shit so that they won't have to."
"You come here during the civil war?"
"I was bor in Rancho but mi papa? He had us go down there when I was little. Missionary shit to help people impacted by the war. I saw how fucked up tings were down there. We had it easier up here than we did down there but it still wasn't easy. I lost my faith in God a long time ago too, man. I mean I try and get it back i try praying but I don't think he hears me. I had a homeboy like six years ago that got killed and I used to pray it'd be me instead of him. He had talent he could play ball too. He was five nine but i've heard of guys that size playing pro ball. Maybe he wouldn't have made it being Raza and shit they only want the tall Indios and even then there's not many in the NBA but this fucker could ball, man. But the Aztecas shot him in the back. So God either aint hearing me or he doesn't care."
"I hear you on that. If you don't mind me asking bro, why didn't you join Marabunta instead of Ranco Trece? You can be upfront with me I won't get mad about your answer. I mean I know you were too young to fight just a little kid and all that. I was a nino when the war ended myself only like four but the shit I don't get is why don't you join Mara? I mean you saw the civil war and shit was hardfor Guanacos up here."
"To be honest, bro, I mean Marabunta...look we're cool. It took years to realize some of you are okay but most of you aren't. There were days when I would have trusted an Azteca over one of you fuckers. At least they wouldn't slit my throat in my sleep with a machete. Besides, the way I see it we moved to Rancho and it was no Marabunta out here. And plus, I can understand Mara came out here, and they started yto protect us in the US. Then Raza killed raza as usual. But then as soon as Marabunta and Aztecas started showing up in El Salvador, the war may have ended with the government but the gangs were making shit bad again. At least with Rancho Trece, I know it's here but Los Vagos aren't down in El Salvador fucking the country up. Besides a lot of barrios let Guanacos kick it we just hadn't ever started our own until Mara. But they're too brutal. I would never gun down a bunch of innocents on a bus."
"Hey I',m from Mara and I wanted to kill those fuckers that did that too," Joaquin pointed out. "Remember that. I also killed Joker. It'sno secret. The streets know it. The cops know it too bt they can't prove it. And God help me if they ever do. But the point is Joker represented everything wrong with our cliqua. He's how it started being like that. I maybe can't stop these dumb pee wees from raping people and killing old people but it has to count for something killing the guy that started that legacy."
Stomper admitted, "It's not nothing. I'll give you that. Anyway, I don't want to get my kids killed and sometimes I think maybe it'd be better if my old lady and the kids just left me. That way at least maybe they don't get shot. I don't like teaching my kids how to duck down in a drive-by. But what's the other choice? A kid should have their dad, man. I might be a killer and a thief and a drug dealer but i do love my family. I'd die for them."
"You remind me of my homeboy, Arturo."
Stomper looked down with sadness in his dark eyes. "Fucked up thing is, Fatal would have died for my family, for me too. But instead he died over some bullshit. he didn't have to over money. And I might die for the same thing. I probably will just to provide for mi familia. But he didn't get to spend much ofthat money. At least if I die, my family will still be set. Fatal he didn'yt have nobody."
"That's how i felt when my boy Esteban died. I wasn't even on the outside but it was fucked. i'm a dad now too. It still hasn't really registered yet byut eventually I gotta hang this shit up. I can't gang bang forever and neither should you. I've worked honest jobs before too. I didn't like them but if I can manage to not get clipped, maybe it's worth it."
"Yea well before this is all ober you mark my words. I'm gonna feed Madrazo his own dick, homes. I heard he lost an ear or some shit that's nothing to what i'm gonna do to him. We should just parade his punk ass through the streets of Rancho, que no? For all the shit he did north and south of the border. They cover him in pitch and light a match. See i know i'm going to hell and I know I'm gonna die. Maybe today maybe next week maybe next year and I know when i do I'm going to hell but so log as my family goes to heaven i'm good with that. And if i can do only a little good by ending these maricones then so be it. Bad as Marabunta is he's been killing way more people. They're as far south as my country too."
"Well for that you'll have to get in line cause a lot of people want him dead."
"I know, wey but on the off chance that it aint me, I just hope whoever does kill him is at least creative que no? A bullet is too goodfor that cabron. It's not just that he killed Fatal either. We know he killed Patricia too. He might try and spin it a different way but I know what's up. That guy has no honor."
Franklin
Heavy Hitters
He was down in the hood with Lamar and Tavell. The two of them were playing ball at the BG Smith rereation center. They had a YG named Lil Ricky on their side while Skell, JT and Skell's son, Tyree played on the other team. "Come on, LD what you got, fool?!" Taunted the CGF OG as he crossed over and Lamar tried to slam down but he made the shot. Coco and Peahes were nearby too. "Why you aint playing, Franklin?"
"I was but Lamar sucks. So I thought I'd see if one of the lil homies would be able to outball Skell. That nigga got a savage crossover."
"Sho nuff," The darker younger black girl agreed. "So what you doing back round here I thought you was kiking it all high society with your lil breezy from Fame Or Shame."
"Man ya'll gotta stop hating i aint forget where I'm from and I'm trying to be here as muh as I can but she's a good girl just misunderstood. Besides, I might not live down here but for now I work down here. Sure as hell can't be working at Simeon';s old dealership. Especially with Sacha's bith ass inheriting that shit. It's funny he expects me to help him find the ese's that popped his uncle but he still won't get a brother his job back."
Lamar tossed the rock to Tavell and he yelled, "Man you sound like a ole bitch homie always complaining about that bitch ass job. Simeon was funny but it aint like he really had our best interests you heard? He's no different than Stretch."
Just then, they saw an African American woman of middle age with neat dreadloks wearing a brown dress suit. She looked at them. "Franklin Clinton is that you?" He recognized her. "Mrs. Anderson? It's been forever! How you doing?" She gave him a hug but said, "You're all sweaty!" He chuckled, "My bad."
She had been their teacher at Davis High School. She had known that the three boys had been gang members but she hadn't given up on them and had encouraged them to finish High School. Franklin and Tavell did graduate but Lamar had dropped out. "Franklin, I heard you had gotten out of the ghetto and you're here. I hope you're not messing up."
"Not at all, ma'am. I'm legit. I started working for a man from Rockford Hills. Got me my own pad out there."
"That's good to hear. You always were too smart to get involved in that gang bang nonsense. Tavell too. I thought he left for Liberty City?"
"He did but he came back. He lived in kind of a rough Jamaican hood out there too. One ghetto to another aint really much change. I tried to talk him into moving into my place with me..."
Tavell came up saying, "Hold up. Time out. Mrs. A! Whaaaaaaaaat..." He came up to her and she said, "How you doing young man?"
"I aint seen you in forever, Mrs. A! You still teaching them lil scrubs at the school?" She smiled. "Always. How about you? Franklin tells me you were in Liberty and just got home and that he was trying to get you to move in. Family is everything."
"Yeah fo sho I know that ma'am," The OG said showing respect to his elder. "But Frank got a girlfriend you know and I can't be living up in there when he got a lady he supposed to be getting to move in feel me?"
"You should wait until you're married to move in," Scolded the blak woman. "Aww come on Mrs A. We aint with that holy roller nonsense. Wel I mean Frank might be but I aint. That's white folks religion."
"I'll let that one go. But even if you aint living Christian it's still a good practice. Most black fold don't marry before having kids. It's one thing to not even keep it in your pants till marriage but it's another to get a sista pregnant without putting a ring on it. That's how so many Davis High teens ended up dropping out."
Lamar and the others had came over to say greeted Lamar. The other ball players came up and Skell hugged her too. Despite the OG being in his forties even he had been one of her students back in the day.
Tavell chuckled. "Like LD's ole lanky butt,""He said trying to not curse around her. "Shut up, fool. Don't be telling my business."
"Yeah well you had a CD average, dog. You could have been president," The group of blacks howled. "Man, fuck you, T," Skell growled. "Hey boy watch your mouth round elders. And my son."
The teacher also said, "And it was a D average," This got Franklin and Tavell to howl with laughter. Lamar frowned but she hugged him pulling him to her bosoms saying, "It's okay boy you know I love ya anyway."
"Yeah but you know...too many women be out for the paper only. I aint with that. If a woman aint willing to ride or die for me when I aint got nathin then she don't deserve me when I got the paper to spoil her."
Skell chucked squeezing his sons shoulders. "Listen up young buck, schools in session," Tyree complained, "Pop i get school five days a week though."
"Yeah but Mrs Anderson's a good teacher. She helped your daddy when he was failing algebra and that's real spit," Skell told him.
Skell then turned to JT saying. "Then you got this knucklehead he aint even got a GED. What i'm gonna do with you?"
"Man later with that," The dark skinned Families banger said. "You pretty much the worst role model out of all of us, dog. You at the top. We both know how you had to get up here."
Skell told Tyree, "Hey go pratice with Lil Ricky. As soon as his son was out of ear shot, Skell took JT over away from the others so he was out of ear shot. "Hey don't you fucking ever disrespect me in front of my lil man, you feel me? I'll knock the black off your ass. And you blacker than me so you know I'ma have to thump your ass hard for that."
"I'm saying though blood why you gotta bag on me in front of Mrs A? I get my own money I don't need no diploma or GED. That's the crackers education system I aint with it. Most the shit they teach you is worthless. The fuck I'm supposed to do with world history, dog? I aint tryna be a teacher so that's not relevant. It's boring."
"You think learning about Malcolm X and Marcus Garvey and Huey Newton is boring? The fuck is wrong with you?" The CGF YG replied, "Man, but can't we learn about something besides just black people though shit i know where I come from. Why not tell me about some shit i don't already know about. Maybe I want to learn about Iraq's history or something you feel me? And as for math I can lean that shit hustling. Shiiiit. I been a math whiz since I was little my nigga and I aint pick that up in no class room. I got love for Mrs Anderson but she's the only teacher up in there I got love for. The teachers at Davis High has to many fucking wetbacks."
The teacher heard. "Those teachers are just as concerned about you kids as I am. We need to heal the wounds between black and brown. There's Vagos at the school too. Education is what can change things."
"Those spics aint brown, Mrs A. We're brown. I aint black. Outter space is black. Those Messicans are a puke colored shade of beige,"
Skell walked up again saying, "Look, it's niggas like you that messed things up in the riots, mayne. Excuse my language, Mrs Anderson. Before this race war jumped off it was Families and Ballas and Ese's working together against police brutality. you wanna come at me funny about where I stand on the set that's cool but at least i believe in trying to keep the peace. It aint always going like that but I'm trying. All you care about is your rep and your paper, dog. You don't care about nothing real."
"Man, it's bad enough you want to be cool with the Ballas but the Ese's too? Really?"
Franklin stepped up. "Look ya'll stop that!"
Mrs Anderson same around with them. "That noise...lawd...I don't miss that. Rashad always was smart he just ran with the wrong crowd. But he at least is trying., Even if it's from within."
"Yeah well I'm trying to change for the better too. I'm getting involved in Vinewood to. I don't know if I told you but...you know who Carl Johnson is?"
"Yeah of course I do. He was a student of mine."
"He's my dad..."
"I thought your father..."
"Long story... he never knew I existed" Her eyes were wide with bewilderment. "There;s a ghetto superstar if I ever saw one. I hope he's giving you the fatherly advice."
"He is. You know...in a way...you were like a mom to me. My own mom died...and my Aunt wasn;t always there for me. I feel like you cared...I meant to come by the school just to say hi..."
"I know, child. You got your own life to live. But you know you're always in my heart too. I..." She was cut off and Franklin's heart skipped a beat as the deafening sound of a shotgun filled the air followed by automatic fire. Skell yelled, "Tyree get down!" He dove onto the boy shielding his body. Lamar, Tavell, and JT returned fire with pistols. Franklin got down next to the black woman, her eyes were still open. "NO!" He cried out looking at the life went out of her eyes having taken twelve rounds in the back plus one shotgun blast and three more rounds in the back of the head. Franklin looked up to see a teal Glendale rolling by. Two CGF members near the BJ Smith center were also mowed down.
They also squeezed off at two teenagers who were on their way to play ball. One of the shooters had a shotgun, one had an SMG and one had an Assault Rifle. "Motherfuckers!" He yelled.
"Shit!" Yelled Skell. "Frank! They're going to the hood. I gotta take my son to his mamas house. I'll meet you back there as soon as I can. Ya';ll go after them!"
Tavell broke down collapsing next to Mrs Anderson. "The fuck happened, man?!" Franklin closed his eyes in frustration, "We gotta go back to the Hills, dog. Come on!"
"Man, she was like family, to me, F! I can't just leave her here."
Lamar yelled, "Then stay here and get booked, fool! Me and F are going after these bitches!" They got into Franklin's buffalo and JT did too. "Told you those fuckin beaners can't be trusted..."
"We killed a gang of them too, what did you think was gonna happen?!" Franklin yelled. "Oh excuse me motherfucker you wanna wear blue instead of green?" Yelled JT. They pulled up to see muzzle flashes and he saw several vehicles parked up in front of the projects. There was at least a dozen Aztecas firing at CGF members. Franklin spotted Queenie and Coco firing at them. Franklin fired his Glock 17 hitting an Aztea in a white and blue striped shirt and brown khaki shorts. He hit the man in the back of the head. JT was also firing his 9mm and he hit an Azteca wearing a dark blue flannel checkered shirt and black jeans five times in the ribs on his right side. A sixth round hit him in the liver.
Coco and Queenie had heavier weapons. Queenie had a MP5 and Coco had an AK-74 and they dropped three more Aztecas. "Where's the Glendale?" Asked Franklin?" As they joined the two black women in cover. They had a green Bucccaneer's trunk open. They were trying to not stand up so they pulled weapons to the ground. Queenie handed Franklin a M-16 with a was given an AK-47, JT was given two Uzi's. They saw the Aztecas who had shot Mrs Anderson. JT looked and said, "Hey aint that those bitches from before that killed Brenda?"
A cholo wearing a blue jersey with the number 13 and black baggy jeans was firing an MP7 at them. He dropped three CGF members. So far, six CGF members had already been killed. Three bystanders had also been killed. Franklin aimed at a cholo wearing a dark blue bandanna over the bottom of his face and a teal bandanna over the top of his face. He lined up six rounds in his chest hitting him in the heart. The gangster fell over dropping his shotgun.
Franklin was trying to make his way over to the four Aztecas that had driven the Glendale as he knew they were the ones who killed Mrs Anderson. "Get the fuck back to your barrio, bitch! This our hood!" Yelled Lamar as he shredded an Azteca with rounds to the chest and forehead. JT took two shots in the right side of the chest from an Azteca in a Pounders jersey firing two pistols. Queenie yelled, "They keep coming! We can't keep holding these motherfuckers back!"
"The hell with that! They on our home turf! Let's run em out!" Yelled JT despite his wounds, adrenaline keeping the black thug going but he ducked into cover behind a green Felon. "Fuck all ya'll!" He yelled firing one Uzi from cover. "I'm taking you border hoppers with me before I go down!" Coco yelled, "Less talk more popping, nigga! They hitting us from all sides!"
Coco let a chola have it with nine rounds in both breasts. Two CGF members that were firing Handguns as that was all they had, one wearing a green and white varsity jacket standing at five ten with cornrows and blue jeans, the other wore a green do-rag and a black wife beater, took rounds from an Azteca with a M4. "FK, puto! ¡Malditos negros siempre empiezan a mierda!" Yelled an Azteca as he unloaded a Mac-10 at a CGF YG of about twenty years shredding the poor scrawny bastard. "We're gonna burn Chamberlain Hills to the ground!"
The Azteca in the blue jersey almost hit Queenie with a headshot but she ducked down. "You shouldn't have started it with us, motherfuckers!"
A heavy set light skinned Mexican gangster with a blue cap on and a mustache and goatee plus a Pounders jersey and blue jeans unloaded a G36 at the Families., He mowed two male members plus a female. "You fucked with our varrio we fuck with yours!"
"This aint the barrio!" Yelled Lamar. "This is the jungles NYIGGA!" He tried to drop the Azteca veterano but a different cholo got in the way. "Hey, that's that motherfucker Helgada, dog we gotta dump on that bitch," Announced JT.
He stood up to try and fire at him only to catch another slug in the left leg. He fell. The bald Azteca was still firing. Franklin emptied his magazine in that man's direction. He hit the Chicano banger with four rounds in the left side and two in the right as he fell. Just then, Skell's ride pulled up and Tavell came out carrying an AK-12 and Skell was carrying a Remington and the two started blasting away at the Aztecas. Tavell hit the cholo who Franklin had already hit blasting him from behind. More Family thugs were descending on the hood both CGF and Forum and the Aztecas were starting to thin out. Only four remained and they retreated to their vehicles still firing over their heads.
Skell approached the wounded gangster with the Rifle in his face. He kicked him. "You motherfucker! You killed our teacher, dog! She was innocent! She didn't just care about us she cared about bitches like you!"
The cholo coughed. "Wrong place wrong time...bitch was too fat and she was in the way. I was trying to hit him..." He beckoned to Franklin with his face. Franklin removed the cholos shades. "Well here I am motherfucker. What you gotta say now?"
The gangster coughed more blood on himself. "Yeah not so hard now without your homies. This little revenge plan backfired on you."
"You think this is it? My homies will be back for you...we took plenty of you bitches when you hit us...and I see a lot of snot rags dead now too...we'll be back."
Tavell shook his head. "They might be back. But you won't."
He and Franklin both unloaded into his face turning his skull into red mulch.
Coco and Queenie were back over at JT's side. "We gotta get him some help."
JT was helped to his feet by Lamar. "Look...I don't wanna die but if I do...shit...it's better than going back to jail I aint never tryna go back..."
"You aint going to jail and you aint dying," Skell assured him. JT coughed. "Mrs A shouldn't have died either..."
Meanwhile in the Glendale, Memo cursed. "Man, those fuckin Tranny's killed Buitre, perro! The fuck we running for?" Helgada told him, "We had to be smart, homes. They were readier than we thought they'd be. I thought we'd be dealing with a few tintos with Glocks at most but those two hood rats back there had a trunk full of cuetes."
"I'm gonna kill all those motherfuckers!" Yelled Payasa. "First chance I get! ¡Están todos muertos!"
Blanquita reloaded her weapon saying, "i aint going to sleep tonight. These levas might roll on us. I'm sleeping with the fusca and in a vest. They act like we started this shit. I'm down for whatever's fuckin clever, ese. Even if it means cutting their hynas throats while their babies in the other room."
"That's pretty cool, mija," Memo said with a chuckle. "Yeah that is," Helgada agreed. "You're a mom too, eh."
She shrugged. "I don't give a fuck, eh. Aint my babies."
Payasa was in silent tears over the death of El Buitre. Blanquita saw this but said nothing in case the homeboys might ridicule her as soft. They hadn't been lover but they had been friends with benefits and even if they hadn't been they were still homies. "Don't worry about this shit. We sent a message that we know where they sleep. See our hood aint a fortress like theirs but we still stormed their asses just like they did us. Skell made an apperannce in my hood too, eh. I respect that so I did the same. We'll put the hood on alert."
"I still didn't want to run, bro," Memo told him. "You'd be dead if you didn't," Blanquita told him. "We aint cowards for that eh," The OG added. "There was more Tranny's still alive when they hit our varrio up and they still ran off when it was time to. This aint coward shit mano it's hit and run tactics que no? Just like the Maras from Salvador. It was down to four of us before we retreated."
Payasa brushed her tears away sniffing then said, "That's true. I recognized the voices of a few of them. There was what, five or six of them and they still ran from us and we didn't have the cover of projects right?"
"That's right. And they stole our shit. So they made off easy. We had to spank them. Next thing we gotta do is make a call get a new shipment ask for more cuetes. See if the big man still has contacts in Merryweather that'd be willing to drop a few crates by air in the barrio."
"What you thinking, Helgada?" Asked Memo. The veterano stated, "I'm thinking RPG's. Rocket launchers. Heat seeking missiles. The Mara cacas hit the Families in their own projects last year lighting buildings on fire. Ruthless cold blooded shit. We need to think bigger than that cause CGF is the biggest Families set. Aim a couple of LAW's at the buildings and just level their fucking hoods.,"
"We do that we bring the national guard on us," Payasa warned. Memo grinned. "Not if we blame somebody else for it. Take your pick. Ball Sacks, Mierda Putas, even Carson Ave. The point is not to get caught. Sabes, Helgada, that's a firme plan bro. Count me in. I want to make some fireworks happen."
Joaquin
He was chilling in East Los Santos again. He spotted Arturo. "Where you headed bro?" The cholo said, "Gonna see my old lady y my ninos. I think it's finally safe to bring them home. Hey what about you, perro? You got anything planned for that birthday coming up?"
"No. Not really," Joaquin said.
He wondered about that. He knew that the barrio would want to throw a party for him. He also figured Trevor, Michael and Franklin might want to hang. At the same time, he wanted some time with Rosa. "Hey well we should kick it that day, bro. Hey listen, I'm gonna go and see my great grandpa again in a couple days. I get a kick outta his stories. You wanna come with? I know you didn't really know your abuelo so you didn't get to know his papa and that aint fair and yoy barely got enough time with your own parents and to me you're my hermano. So to me he's your abuelo too que no?"
Culebra grinned. "I appreciate that brother. We'll see. These days we gotta worry more about the cartels than the jueros but you hjaven't done anything to piss Madrazo off. I'll make sure your familia is safe."
"Orale," He dapped him. He went inside to see Mousy holding a baby on each knee. She smiled upon seeing him. "Want me to take em off your hands? You look like you need some rest."
"I thought you'd never ask,"
That's it for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed so since this story is as long as it is and I don't wanna drag it forever and yet I still have so much left to do for it, I'm gonna have to make a sequel to this. So in a few chapters this story will end but rest assured there will be another chapter. Don't worry I'm still gonna wrap this up i just know my audience and I might lose you if I kept this going 80 or more chapters. And I see others do it. So obviously I'll have to end this story on a cliff hanger too.
Also feel free to check the other gta stories if you're tired of me writing LS GTA fanfics check out Waston that is based on the city of Boston.
So Mrs Anderson had a brief introduction and a sad end, as she was a teacher that taught a lot of generations. She is visually based on actress Loretta Devine from First Sunday and Waiting To Exhale.
Helgada is visually based on Kid Frost. He's the antagonist and leader of the Aztecas. I wanted to humanize Tavell more so I wanted him to be even more broken up over her and be the one to avenge her.
As for Joaquin attacking Casper's gang in the flashback, that was to show how the skinhead Chuckie from a previous chapter was put in a chair. Him skinning a Neo Nazis face was kind of based on Hostel III. I wanted joaquin to more embody an MS-13 member in brutality because so far he feels more like an older school Sureno from any given barrio. Frankly he seems like e belongs to White Fence or Florencia more. But with that, plus him torturing Natalia, we see his darker side. Since I've been told Neto from Concrete Jungle is more like MS than Joaquin even though he's an Azteca my reasoning behind Neto is he was also in the cartel too. So that woulkd explain brutality just as much if not more than MS. But still do you honestly care? I don't think it bothers you he killed a skinhead. Mrs Anderson's death should be more bothersome obviously.
As for the remark JT made about blacks not being black and Mexicans not being brown I've heard actual black supremacist say this but the problem is if you're gonna say you're brown i mean historically i know you weren't called that so in a way black was what you were called but if you felt you were really brown you should have said brown power in the 60's rather than black power. If you're talking about self defining i mean.
As for Tyree, Skell's son he is visually based on Michael Rainey Jr. from Orange Is The New Black and Power.
Next chapter you'll see Trevor and Michael hit up the stash house and so now we see that Madrazo has reached out to the Los Santos mafia (Los Angels Crime Family) to go after Michael and Trevor despite being told not to try anything. Question is do you think Madrazo has also made a deal with the Anceolotti's as well since they are now enemies to Michael? Stay tuned.
