Grand Theft Auto: Waston

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

5 different criminals find themselves in Waston. One is ex-Mossad looking to escape his past & find a new life, a Southie towing the line between cop and criminal,A Tong gang member looking to establish himself in town, an ex Air Force pilot trying to reunite with her deported parents & a former kingpin fresh out of prison seeking revenge. How will their paths cross? M for content

10. Intimidate Those Who Intimidate Others

West Bank, Area B

1999

Ezra was in deep behind enemy lines. They were in a safehouse. Just to even be here they had to masquerade as Arabs.

"If you think the fundamentalists have come after the Americans hard, you haven't seen anything. They've hated us far longer..." Stated his handler , Levi Dahan. Levi Dahan was an Isreali with tan skin and thick jet black hair and imposing facial features. He stood six foot one and had very large teeth. "

"Yes, I know. Ever since the 67 day war..."

"Correct, corporal . Do you know the story of Eli Cohen?"

"Yes. The man who infiltrated the Syrian government at the highest level. He was executed and he died for our country. He is a personal hero to me."

"Correct. He paid the ultimate price to keep us safe from the jihadists. Hasham has punished us all these years with the goyim in our land persecuting us. We had a chance to stop Christianity when they were just a small sect. But we did not and we have suffered and their modern descendants are thoe descended from Rome. And the children of Ishmel? If we had only our duty when Saul was king and butchered all the Canaanites then the entire area we know as the Middle East could be ours. We fight for the right just to even have our own country when it was intended for us to rule over all the land bordering Asia and Africa."

"What about the prophecy of the Messiac? That he is supposed to bring about the era to come? That Israel is not supposed to exist again until he returns?"

The Captain gave an intense stare into Ezra's eyes. "We cannot let our existence be dictated by the Torah. It is true that is our culture but what if we are wrong? Either way we must secure an existance for our people. What is the alternative? Do we allow ourselves to live in the land of our enemies? To be at their mercy for the next Shoah? No...the goyim whether they believe in their Christ or not, still know that having your own country is everything and without Israel that would make us the only faith without its own country!"

"It's just aa lot to take in, sir."

"Ezra, before our country was restored, there were many who died in the Shoah and many also who fought back against Hitler. We honor them by continuing our own fight our struggle against those who want us gone. In the 40's it was the SS who wanted us gone. Now it is the Palestinians. We must not give them the satisfaction either!"

(Present Day)

He awakened to the sound of Archie and Gideon arguing."I don't get why these Scvatzahs are so Anti Semitic. We didn't do anything to them!" Gideon complained.

"Why do you gotta be racist?!" Archie demanded. "It was one fuckin guy! The term Scvatzah is not a good word!"

"I aint racist but you ever notice that about the goyim? They always act in violence towards us, the most we ever do is talk shit. Vent...what right did that asshole have to try and kill him?!"

"That's bullshit..." Ezra stated.

"What?" Gideon looked and saw the Isreali had woken up.

"When I was in Israel...there was this little Ethiopian girl about nine years old or so...she was in an Orthodox neighborhood. This older man in his forties started slapping her around. He was stopped and people explained to him that he was beating up on a Jewish child. He apologized to the girl anfd her parents stating that he didn't know she was Jewish."

"Yeah..I know the way the Beta Jews get treated is bad..." Gideon stated.

"To even call them Beta Jews is to imply they're not Jewish enough. If they practice the faith, that should be all there is to it...besides...that asshole implied that if she wasn't Jewish it would be all right to assault her because of her black skin. He was an Ashekanazi too...of course..."

Ezra sat a moment then said, "I made sure..that he never did that again. I went into his house that night and broke both arms and legs. And his jaw. I could have been arrested that night for it but I never was. I told him I could find him any time I wanted since he had been stupid enough to assault the girl in front of his home. In the end he did not say a word against me even after he healed. He said some Palestinians beat him and tried to rob him."

"Fuck man...a bronze skinned Sephardi Jew that beat up a white Ashkenazi Jew defending a black Jew just to have him blame Arabs? That sounds like the plot of a movie to me..." Archie remarked.

He then chuckled and said, "Well I know of at least two of our heroes that did have a thing for black girls. Moses and Solomon. Somon had an Ethiopian wife so did Moses. Ethiopian chicks are wicked hot. It's like they look black but they look Arab too."

"Ezzy...you don't even know what happened to us while you were laid out in the hospital do ya?" Gideon asked. Ezra shook his head. "No. What was it?"

"A couple of that guy's friends came after us..." Explained Gideon. In my house. I shot one of them ya know? They carried the bastard off with a blown out right knee cap. But whoever it is that you're mixed up with...ah who am I kidding I know who you're mixed up with. It's that fuckin Irish psychopath...his enemies know were I live."

"How do you know the two were related?" Asked Ezra.

"Because they both had ties to Rockford and both of those guys were 5 too. Ezra...why don't you come with us to Temple when you're better? This sounds like a warning sign from Hasham..."

"Why should I, Gideon? You know when I was over there I did attend almost every Saturday. But it didn't stop me from losing friends. And I prayed that when we went against the Palistinians all of us would go home safe. It didn't go that way."

"What you're telling me the Defense Forces took losses every time?!" Gideon asked with a skeptical look.

"No but I prayed every time we went on a mission for our brothers in arms to survive. After all we're God's chosen people, right? And these Palistinians sare descended from our Philistine enemies and the Canaanites we didn't finish. In the bible Hasham was alays giving victory to the Isrealites you would almost think we didn't have to do the work ourselves. Then when we'd be disobediant we'd be punished. The way tis sounds it seems as though God was involved on way or another in all of our fights. We were too weak to win without divine interention. How can we truly be warriors in our own right if we always need help?"

"All right you lost me there, buddy I don't get what you're saying..." Stated Archie.

"My point is that it seems if this is true then only when gentiles fight each other is their merit truly tested. Because God doesn't care one way or another which kind of gentile wins, yes? "

"I think he does..." Stated Gideon. "The good ones prevail over the evil ones. Notice how every time a movement, a leader or whoever tries to wipe us out that's when they sign their own death warrant and it leads to their downfall? From old Pharoh to the Romans to Hitler. It never goes good for them."

"That's not true, Gideon..." Growled Ezra. "Stalin killed a lot of our people and he did not meet a violent end. He just died."

Archie then lightened the mood and said with a chuckle, "It's too bad you got shot when ya did, buddy. You know ya got matches on all three of the broads you asked for a date with on Lovemeet?"

Ezra's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. "Really?" Archie nodded. "And you snooped on my account?"

"I'm the motherfucker that made it for ya remember?"

"All of them look like shiskas..." Gideon stated observing the woman of Irish, descent as well as the African American and Puerto Rican woman. He had follow up messages from each of them."

"He doesn't have to just date a Jewish girl, Gid this is fuckin Waston. How many Sephardis or Ashkenazis do you expect him to find, man? There's more black girls, more Hispanics and fuck everyone's Irish!"

"Buddy, you gotta get on that shit before they move on..." Insisted Archie.

Ezra sent a message to each of them about dating them.

"What about this asshole Milky Malone?" Demanded Gideon. "You guys both work for him now. That should come with certain protections. He should have his men take care of the bastard who shot you. He has to have people on the inside that works for him!"

"Leave it alone, Gideon..." Ezra warned. "I would much rather deal with him myself when he gets out of prison. Assuming he survives."

"But that'll be years from now!" Archie stated. "Come on, guys let's go get some breakfast. They got your discharge ready we're allowed to take you home, cuz."

"All right...sure..." Ezra stated.

Just then as they got their discharge and Ezra was wheeled out, he noticed a man of Moroccan ancestry. "Ezra my old friend..." He was a Morrican Jew with beige colored skin and a black mustache and five o'clock shadow along with a goatee. "Who's that, Ez?"

"That..."Ezra stated. "Is Yosie Abehsera. Head of theAbehsera crime family originally from Israel via Morroco. And they're now in Los Santos."

"This isn't Los Santos. This is Waston. Your family may have had power back in the west coast but you do not here. Malone runs this city. He has crooked police on his payroll. On top of this, they have warring factions here in the city all killing each other for the same piece of the pie."

"Yes, I've heard of your solitary ambitions in this town. You still work for me and we can still get rid of that swine, Malone. Or at least become a force to be reckoned with on our own."

"We aren't supposed to be involved in criminal activities...it goes against the Torah."

"That and the days of the Jewish Mafia are done..." Ezra insisted. "We were never a people with that many rivals other than each other. We competed with the Italians but we never fought against them."

"The truth is my family is on the run from the law. Two of my brothers are back on their way to Israel. Your brother helped me four years ago. Now I ask his help again but this time we may take over. We may take over this city."

Ezra asked Gideon, "Can you give us a moment? It's like he said. We go way back. Back to the motherland. Once we're done catching up we can go home."

Gideon and Archie were reluctant but they stepped out of ear shot. "What the fuck do you want, Yosie? I am not even fresh out of the hospital and already you come looking for me."

"You are not in a good place, Ezra. Look at where you live. Waston. Hardly a good American city for a Jew. You should have gone to Liberty City. Or Vice City. Even Los Santos like we have. Those Latinos out there they think they run that city. It is us who runs that city."

"What do you want, Yosie?"

"With law enforcement on my trail, I have to lay low. They've arrested a lot of us in Los Santos. Those ungrateful son of bitch! Do they not know that Isrealis have been also giving America cocaine? At least for the rich and famous in the 80's we did. Now the homeland wants to deny me. They want to lock me up like I' some type of Arab!"

"You are an Arab, idiot. You are an Arabic Jew."

"Yes but I worship Yahweh not Allah. Or at least I was raised to. This city is ripe for the taking. I do not need that many men in Los Santos to maintain operations but that city is too big. Too much competition. Here, not so much here it is a quaint large American city with a small town feel. This Milky Malone that so many are afraid of could easily be taken out by men such as us."

"You are full of shit, Yosie. Even a man like you. With millions of dollars that he can't touch and who can still afford to pay new hitmen would still never be able to get near him."

"It only takes one man with an IMI Galil and that would be the end of that fat Irish pig. Why should one man run all of Waston? I think I like it here. It's more quiet than LS...the law enforcement are far less dangerous than Isreali police. No Mossad."

"Do you know who you are talking to, Yosie?"

"Yes. I know you were Mossad but even you could not condone what you have seen and what you have done over there. Every man has his limits. And you know it's a bad day in paradise when even gangsters have more morals than the secret police, no?"

"What do you want from me, man? I am not truly an Isreali citizen I was born in America. Yes, I lived there but there is too much wrong out there and my family is here."

"I want you to help me. Use your skills. You know...when you dealt with those AV members and those Onda members there was a lot of heat from that. People suspected Nuestra Syndicato. And the BGA. Some even thought the Ballas or Families did it."

"I don't know if anybody would buy that..." Ezra stated. "The Ballas and Families are just street gangs. Most of them would just handle it themselves they wouldn't outsource it and even if they did it would never be for a job like that. I was only in Los Santos for a time but that is what I noticed. I spent some time in Chamberlain Hills, and in Davis. They thought I was Armenian so they didn't give me too much shit."

"It wasn't them but we just needed them to thjinkl so. The problem is...one of my men did snitch against my brother. I escaped. But he locked up my two coward...was afraid to go to prison because of the Vagos being in prison."

"To be fair...someone like you or me if we were in a San Andrean prison we would not have much in the way of protection as it is. Men like us usually run under the AV as crazy as that sounds and if we warred with Onda we war with them. Besides...after what I did...if they knew what I did.." He glared. "You have too much heat if the feds are after you. Too much to do anything in this city and too much to be around me."

"I can get myself a cheat motel room. I've lived in Isreali and Morrocan slums so an American motel is still better than there. I do not need much in the way of accomodations and I have men on their way to this city. I would of course stay indoors so as not to draw the attention of the law. The question is..can I count on you to help me?"

"We were never friends..." Ezra spat. "It was just business,"

"I am not short on funds. And you will most likely need money for medical bills. If not for this shooting then possibly the next. These schvatzahs will try and kill you again."

"You know I was just discussing use of that word. It is funny how you use this word but you ally with them."

"I do not ally with them. I allied against their enemies. There is a difference. In fact, Nuestra Syndicato and BGA are being blamed for this. They had retaliation against Rifas as well as the Ballas and Familes."

Ezra told him, "Fuck you. I don't work for you anymore. I am a free agent..." The Morrocan national stepped in front of him and went to hug him and Ezra went to use his martial arts to get him off and it looked like the Morrocan was hugging him but he was pressing a .50 Desert Eagle against his groin. "The truth is...I would rather not do this Ezra but I cold blow your balls off all over this hospital parking lot and be out of the country by tonight. But I do not want to. I want to return to Israel with more money that I can access at any time! Not just all this offshore shit a stash here a stash there. A true king does not hide."

Ezra glared at him knowing he had him by the balls. Literally. "You ever point a gun at me again you better shoot especially if you oiint it there. Because if you don't it will go up your ass..." Ezra warned. "In fact..." He grinned. "I'll make you pick the gun up with your anus."

Archie and Gideon stepped forward like they were concerned. They were concerned and were not sure what was going on with them. Ezra was still incapacitated and would be on crutches for a few more weeks so he couldn't exactly fight. Archie was one of those people that did fight but often lost even when he might get in some good punches he always ended up losing. Ezra attributed it to him being clumsy.

Gideon, despite not being a gangster or a killer was somebody who could fight if he had to. Years of getting beat up by gentile neighborhood kids on the way to Hebrew school had toughened him up. But he didn't think he would be a match for Yossi, a hardened killer. Not with the gun or without it.

He walked away but said, "I am staying at a house in Newberry. It is just west of Rockford. 7 miles west of downtown. The address is 2048 Whitaker Avenue. Come and see me. And we can take over this town togewther. But I am not asking...'" He then walked away and said, "Shalom!" To Gideon and Archie.

"It's always good to see another one of us..." Gideon observed.

"He's no good, Gid. He's a piece of shit that soils his hands with the blood of innocent people back in the old country..." They got in Gideon's car as they drove back. "To be honest, Ezzy can anybody say any different about you? You killed people. And not just for your country back there. I mean people on the streets here..."

"I killed other wolves like myself. Even when I fought the Palistinians I killed men who were trying to kill me..." In his head however he thought, Usually...

He then sighed. "It's not even about the killing. It's the fact that he enjoys it. I think of the men i've killed and I wonder about their families. But Yossi? He just kills people and then has a party!"

"So what did he want from you?" Archie asked. Despite being a former intelligence agent he did not want to leave them in the dark entirely. He wou;ld tell them a half truth. "He wanted me to come work for him. He's fucking insane. He thinks he's going to take on Milky Malone."

"Are ya gonna do it?" Asked Gideon. Ezra shot him a look of anger. "You just heard me say he was delusional. Do I look delusional? I'll be honest with you both. I told him that he could never even get near him. He could kill many of his men with his men but they would lose. Even the people that are not members of Milky's crew he still has other people..newcomers wannabes that he can pay to do bloody jobs. He can toss a wad of cash anywhere from Eastie to Rockford and back to South Waston and have gunmen do a job for him. But if it was just me I could get through his men one by one and slit his throat personally. But that was back when I was by myself in Tel Aviv. Here? I have yo two too worry about. Plus the rest of the family. Your wife...my aunts and uncles I would never endanger them just for that."

He was lying to them for their ow n protection. He would end up doing work work for them he knew he needed to at least to buy them some time before he could manipulate the situation to his own favor but he took solace in knowing he didn't have to do anything for Yossi until he was healed up fully.

---

Cameron

Badge Of Honor

His partner today was Gilberto Dominguez a man of Puerto Rican ancestry with a jet black crewcut who stood five nine and had brow eyes and a goatee but not mustache. He had almond colored skin. He was from Aldeney City. "This reminds me of my old barrio..." He observed as they drove.

"Yeah, Alderney City?" Cameron chuckled. "That fuckin shit hole that couldn't cut it as Liberty City. What was Broker or Bohan taken up?"

"Hey fuck you man case you know what? You know what living in the capitol taught me after I moved here to Waston man? You know what I realized about Waston?"

'

"What's that smart guy?"

"It's fuckin Alderney City with clam chowdah..." The Alderney born cop said mocking the Waston accent.

"All right asshole if Alderney City is such hot shit why aint you a cop out there no more why you out here?"

"Don't get me wrong, the streets of AC are rough. There were a lot more bodies and a lot more gangs. And it was more dangerous for cops you know Alderney City has one of the highest homicide rates in the country right?"

"Quit bragging..." Cameron sneered as he steered the car.

"Well mi novia is from East Waston. She got accepted to a college over here. But then she also got accepted later into Hardwood and she wanted to move closer to home. She knows being a cop is my life so we moved here. I miss the guys at the old precinct from before but it aint like I got any familia left. My cousins are all in Puerto Rico or Bohan and I aint looking to live in no expensive ass apartment that's meant for like one or two people when I got a wife and three little ones."

"I get it...'

They got out. A white male with curly blonde hair and gray eyes standing 5'11 shot them a glance. "I'm Thomas Sheridan, Homicide. You my backup?"

Cameron nodded. "Moriarty and Dominguez C6 division."

"We got the victim Jonah Brennan, black male bagged up and on his way to the morgue. Give it your best shot. I'm not expecting any miracles. Guy was a low life.

"And if we recover the weapon?"

"Bag it and return it to technical services..." Stated Sheridan. "Come on, Cameron you've done this before."

"Yeah, we both have, Detective. We just don't expect to find a pistola at the scene..." Stated Dominguez.

"Like I said I aint expecting no miracle."

"This is a fist hump..." Stated Dominguez. "Just going through the motions. It's fuckin night time I'd rather be at home asleep."

"You're probably right. Let's just get it over and done..." Cameron suggested as the latter cop shined the flashlight down the alley.

"We'll search up to the back wall. If you don't find anything come find me and we'll talk it out. Two heads are better than one."

They moved to the back and Cameron was asked, "What do you got, Moriarty? Anything?" He spotted a door on the building the back wall was at and he saw a bloodstain all over it. "I'm telling you I'm jynxed hermano. I always get stuck with this shit."

"He was put up against the wall and he blew his brains out..." Cameron observed. "Hell of a way to go."

"Doesn't matter how you go once you're gone..." Replied the Puerto Rican. "So what are you thinking? Gang shit? The Irish?"

"Just cause it's South Waston? What two junkies can't have a fight over who did it?"

"I'm just saying.'

He noticed a window open and he saw a revolver in the window. He shined it up there. "Looks like it might be our weapon."

"How the hell did you see that?"

"Reflection in the window..." Replied Cameron. "Gonna see if I can find a way up there."

He found a dreain pipe and began to climb up. He got to the weapon. He picked it up. "Smith & Wesson. Serial 571893..." He ejected the chamber. "Two slugs fired and instead of tossing it down a drain our guy hoists it up here. Interesting guy."

"We should follow up on this before the asshole tries to leave town."

"We should take it back to the station. We can get a commendation."

"Let's show some initiative. You know the local gun store?"

"Yeah the place down the block..."

They began to walk. "You sure this is worth our time?"

"It can't hurt to look."

"You're acting like a boy scout, Cam. You can't wait to get outta that uniform can ya.?"

"You'd rather arrest drunks and help old ladies across the street?"

"I'd rather get through the day without the captain's foot up my ass. Plus I don't gotta see dead bodies every day on the beat. Sometimes it's a streaker sometimes it's a hooker sometimes it's a noise complain. I like more variety. Back in AC it was always dead bodies."

"It'll be fine. You worry too much."

They reached the gun store. A man in a brown and black checkered shirt with a brown beard and blue eyes and pink skin standing six feet was behind the counter, maybe in his forties. "Officers Moriarty and Dominguez. Can you tell us anything about this gun?" He asked. Dominguez rattled off the serial number. It had been bagged up but he could still see it.

"Smith & Wesson M27 registered Magnum. Chambered for .357 nickle plated with pearl grips. Same gun used by General patton."

"You're not suggesting he's the owner?" Chuckled Cameron.

"No."

"You seem to know a lot about this piece..." Stated Dominguez.

"I ought to. I sold it. This thing will stop a rhino. They're only available special order."

"You mind if we take a look at the special order list?'

"Go right ahead. This is about something bad right?"

Cameron looked through it. He looked through the names until he found a name matching the type of gun. "We're in luck. Marion Dewtitt. 203 Bronson Avenue. Ordered the gun in Feburary '08."

"Thanks you been a big help..." Stated Dominguez.

"Any time. Always happy to help the WPD!"

"Should we call it in?" The Alderney born man asked.

"Let's see if he's home. Just cause he owned the gun doesn't mean he pulled the trigger."

"We really should see if he reported it stolen..."

"We can do that on the computer on the way over there. And by we I mean you..." Cameron chuckled.

The weapon had not been reported stolen so they began to drive to Dewitt's apartment. "White male mid forties brown hair gray eyes. I gotta admit I wasn't expecting it to be a white boy but I aint surprised either."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Asked Cameron.

"Just that blanquitos kill people of color all the time, hermano."

"Everybody kills everybody in this city..." Cameron responded.

"Yeah but mano this shit goes back into history."

"Yeah we all know what went on the 60's. Shit even the 70's. But nowadays a white guy is more likely to get assaulted or killed by a black guy than the other way around. Same with sexual assault. That's not me being a bigot, pal that's just good old fashioned statistics."

"So what are you saying manito? You trying to say morenos are more likely to be thugs?"

"Think about it. In the segregation days it was another story. They would have been afraid to do anything like that but they aint gotta worry about getting lynched like in the past. True, us cops don't have the best track record with African Americans but the WPD is making an effort. They're bolder now though. Maybe it's revenge for what their grandpa told them happened to them when they was then the guys from Rockford and South Waston know to stay out of each other's neighborhoods. At least that's how it was when I was a kid. Some things change but not everything does."

"But when integration happens there's a lot of pent up frustration so people start lashing out. For the first time it's supposed to be equal but you goit these guys that have been kept down for so many years and they decide to get even. Or at least not take shit from the blanquitos. I know about the statistics, hermano. It's the reason why us Hispanics are more likely to attack a blanquito than they are us too. But then when old school lynch mobs couldn't do shit they just rely on the cops to crack skulls for em."

"Well i aint some fuckin strike breaking bootlicker for bosses all right? I serve the commonwealth of Narragansetts not whatever asshole wants me to beat down people they're too big a pussy to fight themselves. See if any of these pricks from Rockford wants to fight me cause I'm a Southie they better not start shit while I'm on duty bujt they ever wanna box when I'm off duty all they gotta do is find me."

They pulled up to the address. They looked at the mailboxes on the outside. "Dewitt. Apartment two..." Cameron stated.

They knocked on the door. He answered in an ugly Christmas sweater type of sweater. "What do you guys want?" He demanded.

"I'm Officer Cameron Moriarty this is Officer Gilberto Dominguez, C6 division. Are you the owner of an M27 nickle plated with peark grips?"

"I might be. What about it?" Answered Dewitt.

"Then you'll be surprised to know that Jonah Brennan was murdered tonight with your firearm."

"Jonah? That can't be he works for me...I have that gun here in my drawer..."

He went to the drawer and opened it only to find the gun wasn't there. "What the fuck is going on?!" He asked in seemingly genuine surprise. "Mr. Dewitt you're under arrest for the murder of Jonah Brennan. Hands behind your back!" Cameron ordered. "No way! You aint taking me down for this!" Gilberto had started to cuff him but Dewitt hit him with a hard right hook. Cameron put his dukes up as the man tried to swing on him. "That was a very bad move, Dewitt!" He caught a left hook and followed up with a punch. Dewitt hit Cameron in the face with a right hook.

Cameron hit him with a hard left drawing blood. Then he hit him with a right to the nose. He followed with a left to the jaw and a right to his left hit him in the stomach earning a grunt from the Irishman. Gilberto wiped the blood from his lip and watched as the two unleashed the beast and drove a left knee into his groin and followed up with a head butt and he threw a hard right knocking him to the ground. He cuffed him and asked, "You all right, Gil?"

"Yeah this bitch just caught me off guard is all..." Gilberto kicked him in the ribs. Cameron did not object. He simply said, "Keep an eye on him I'm gonna have a look around."

Gilberto snarled at the downed murder suspect, "You know innocent men don't take swings at cops. So now you're looking at murder plus assaulting two officers, asshole! I hope you're proud!"

He looked in the drawer and found a notebook. "List of names and a series of numbers. Detective Hart's name is in this..."

"We can come out of this squeaky clean and get an accomodation or we can stick our dicks in a hornets nest, Cam. Put the book back where you found it and call it in partner."

Cameron reluctantly did as he was told.

"No, man! Get that book! I think i know who set me up!" Insisted Dewitt.

"Tell it to the judge, Mr. Dewitt."

They got him to the station. "All right...take him to interview room two..."

After they were finished they began to head back on the road. ""We got a 415 on East Walnut Street..."

"Show us responding..." Cameron replied.

12 Hours Later

Milky grinned as he smoked a cigar. 'So kid...how was work?"

"I had a chance to uh...turn in what I think was a dirty detective and I didn't..."

"Thin blue line? Good fah you."

"I'm starting to regret it. Putting a man that didn't probably commit a crime behind bars...this aint my real job, Frank and I'd be lying if i said that shit didn't bother me."

"You gonna cry princess?" Milky sneered. He then patted him on the back. "You'll get it right next time. Truth be told you wanna know what the right thing to do was? Especially if you want to do teh job right for us? For me? You should go and get that little book."

"How? Since I arrested him he's sitting there waiting to hear from his attorney. I'm pretty sure one of the badges already got the book..."

"On the off chance they haven't you should go get it."

"I will but uh...I got a date tonight."

"Still seeing that redhead?" Milky asked with a crude grin.

Cameron nodded.

"Hey is she Irish?" Asked Danny.

"I think so, pal. With some other cultures. I don't know what part of her gave her such a nice ass though she's got a black girl's ass."

"At least she's not a Jew..." Stated Mr. French. "Can you imagine fucking Fran Drescher every night?"

Danny snickered. "How the fuck would you know, French? You never been with one."

He chuckled at the Southie local. "I gotta admit I woldn't mind sticking my prick in one of those broads. Just the forbidden aspect of it ya know? They aint supposed to take uncut dick."

"You're uncicumsised. Forget about that..." Milky stated. "Those Jew broads don't do uncut cock."

"Some will..." Stated Danny. "They like the taboo side of it just as much as we do. We need to make gentiles and Jews a little bit closer."

"I wouldn't trust a kike with that. They're not used to dealing with the skin. They won't know what to do with it no matter how good they may be at blowing the other kind."

"Isn't it funny how we can have our foreskins as Christians but Jews and Muslims can't?"

"I got cut. It's what they did in my day. Just one more thing to blame my old man fah..." Stated Milky. "But not cause of faith. They said it was for cleanliness. Then I find out later that was all bullshit. Go figure."

"I don't know why.." Shrugged Danny. "But Jesus said it was all right for us but the Jews gotta be Jews..." He then took a pull on the blackberry milkshake he had with the burger and fries and Sprunk and said, "You wanna fuck one though you gotta get those secular jews. Non orthodox. Either that or you gotta convert."

"Then how do you explain the ragheads?" Asked the Irish born gangster.

"They're a false religion..." Stated Milky. "They follow the Torah and bible but they act like that pedophile cocksucker Muhammad was the last prophet. And they don't think Christ is the son of God."

"Yeah well that Rockie he was one of them too..." Cameron stated. Milky nodded. "Yeah...and that's why I don't trust him 100%. See somebody like who he was before he went to prison? He would have been a good business partner to a point. Somebody that understands the way the world works. He knew he had to expand beyond that shit hole ghetto he grew up in. So he did business with the Colombians."

"Yeah and doing sixteen years of fed time..." Cameron shook his head. "That's no small change. That much time in the can...most of the 90's and pretty much all of the first ten years of the new millennium. And his kid gets wasted?"

"Tough break,..." Stated Milky. "But Waston still hasn't been tamed."

With that, he got a shower and got changed. He drove out to the university. He finally arrived and pulled up to see her. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a brownish leather jacket and a white blouse under it and she had her hair tied back in a ponytail. He opened the car door for her going the extra mile. "Hiiiii..." She said with a smile. He gave her a kiss.

"You're dressed nice and actually perfect for where we're going..." She smiled wider and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You like to dance?" She nodded. "I love to! I haven't had much chances too lately though. What about you? How've you been? How's work?"

He sighed deciding to confide in her. "Ya know...I had this issue on my last shift...I'm not sure what I should have done."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He sighed. "There...there was a murder suspect. Guy got shot in an alleyway. We find the gun we track it to the gunshop it was bought from which was just up the block. Then we find out the owner of the gun...oh and get this the murder weapon was up on the rooftop. I had to climb a freaking drain pipe. So we get there to this guy's house and he is genuinly surprised that his gun was missing from the desk drawer. I'd like to think that I can spot a liar a mile away but he didn't seem like he was lying. He took a swing at my partnah though so I had to put him down..."

"You shot him?" He shot her a look at that and chuckled. "No, sweethawt I didn't shoot him I had to physically bring him down. So I find this notebook in the drawer there and I find the name of the homicide detective that was on the scene. My parthnah tells me to just leave it alone. Don't rock the boat. So I do. Only now...I'm thinking what if I fucked up?"

"You're still pretty new at this job, right? I don't know if you did the right thing or not. It's definitely worth looking into but...maybe it's true you don't want to rock the boat...I don't know I feel like people will find that book of his anyway right? That sort of thing should get sorted out when he goes to trial."

"Yeah...I hope so..."

He turned to her. "What is it you want to do anyway? For a living?"

"Crazy thing? I've been thinking about going into the FIB. Or some kind of law enforcement. But the FIB it seems to challenge you more..."

She caught him staring at her. "Oh god I didn't mean it like that..."

"I know what you mean..." He said looking straight ahead and she frowned thinking she had hurt his feelings but he turned to her and said, "Besides the FIB is about as close to a national police service as we'll ever get. If some asshole is a fugitive and he leaves the state and goes to Liberty City or Vice City it'd be up to you to find him."

They pulled up to the night club and they got in. He bought her a drink and the club was very loud. A Nelly song was playing. She had a Martini while he got a Scotch. As they sipped theitr drinks she smiled brightly looking at some of the people dancing. "So ya wanna dance?" He asked her. She nodded. He held out his hand and took her to the dance floor.

The song Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado featuring Timberland played. She tied her shirt in a knot and shot him a look batting her eyelashes and they began to dance. She started to move to the beat just like Nelly Furtado did in the song. Cameron asked, "You do her words I do Timbalands?!'" He asked flashing her a charming smile.

She nodded. "How you doin' young lady?That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazyYou don't have to play about the jokeI was at a loss of words first time that we spoke..."

She parted her pink lip glossed lips and sang, "You lookin' for a girl that'll treat you right you lookin' for her in the daytime with the light..."

He moved close watching her rhythm and checking out her toned abdomen moving with such ease to the beat.

"You might be the type if I play my cards right I'll find out by the end of the night..." He said as he grined against her and he felt the back of her jeans touch his crotch. She mouthed with a smile as she shook her ass at him, "You expect me to just let you hit it but will you still respect me if you get it?"

Now she was wioggling her stomach almost in a belly dancer type of way. "All I can do is try, give me one 's the problem? I don't see no ring on your hand.I be the first to admit it I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent..."

"You wanna get in my world, get lost in it boy I'm tired of running, let's walk for a minute..." Now she was back against him and he smelled her hair. "Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I'm all alone And it's you that I want..."

"Promiscuous boy..You already know That I'm all yours What you waiting for?" She wiggled her hips but was a few inches from him.

"Promiscuous girl You're teasing know what I want And I got what you need..." She moved her hips and ass again and this time her hair was against him and he put his nose against the nape of her neck. She didn't mind in the slightest. He moved his hand to her stomach as they moved and it was very sensual. "Promiscuous boy Let's get to the pointCause we're on a you ready?"

"Roses are red. Some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead But you're still kind of cute..."

"Hey, I can't keep my mind off you

Where you at, do you mind if I come through?"

"'I'M out of this world, come with me to my you on my level do you think that you can handle it?"

"They call me Thomas. Last name game.I'm a lay mine's down."

"I'm a big girlI can handle myself But if I get lonely I'mma need your help. Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health..." She put her elbows out and put her hands on her head as she moved and then put a hand tugging at the front of her jeans. "I want you on my team..." He said with the song.

"So does everybody else..."

"Shh, baby we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know If you with it girl, I know a place we can go..."

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" They moved in with their faces right near each other and before long she was back in front of him teasing him. His nose smelled her shoulder and she let out a gasp.

"Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I'm all alone And it's you that I want.."

"Promiscuous boy..you already know that I'm all yours What you waiting for?"

"Promiscuous girl You're teasing know what I I got what you need,..."

"Promiscuous 's get to the point Cause we're on a roll Are you ready?"

Wait... I don't mean no harm I can see you with my t-shirt on..." He whispered the lyrics into her ear sending goosebumps up her arm. "I can see you with nothing on

Feeling on me before you bring that on..." She beckoned to her chest feeling it as she moved back against him.

"Bring that on?"

"You know what I mean..."

"Girl I'm a freak you shouldn't say those things..." He whispered back into her ear."

She turned to face him putting her hands on his shoulders. "I'm only trying to get inside your see if you can work me the way you say..." She made a frontward humping motion and he was behind her again in her ear.

"It's okay, it's alright I got something that you gon' like..."

"Is that the truth or are you talking trash? Is your game MVP like Steve Nash?" She went back to shaking her ass.

"Promiscuous girl...Wherever you are...I'm all alone And it's you that I want..."

"Promiscuous boy. I'm calling your you're driving me way you're making me wait..."

They were grinding against each other now and it was all Cameron could do to not pitch a full tent in the middle of the dance floor and fuck the shit out of her then and there. She moved back after grinding in pelvic trust shaking her ass again. "Promiscuous boy. We're one in the we don't gotta play games no more."

She moved her stomach in a circular motion before then moving her ass in the same way. He kissed her and she kissed him with a smile Before long they were dancing to Say It Right by Nelly Furtado. Then they were dancing to I Wanna Fuck You by Akon featuring Snoop Dogg and Cameron was definitely in that mood. Then they danced slow to Mad by Ne-yo. She stared into his eyes the entire time.

Finally after a long time of dancing he began to drive her home. As they drove he grinned, "I had fun...did you?"

"Yeah...you're a really good dancer..." She smiled. He raised his eyebrows. "I gotta say you are too. You danced my socks off..."

She turned to him. "Can I ask you something, Cameron?" He nodded. "Yeah?"

"The way you reacted to the FIB thing...I know what your dad did...and I know..I understand if you don';t want to talk about it but..."

He sighed. "Yeah look...he did do what he did and somehow Milky got out of it alive. He did only a little bit of time. But my father? He gets arrested for doing something on Milky's behalf only it was one of his lieutenants and that guy denied that Milky knew anything. So my dad's in prison for the rest of his life. I aint saying all FIB agents are crooks, Alison. I'm just saying the one I knew best was and when your example is your dad/...it's hard to look past it."

"What prison is he in...? If you don't mind me asking?"

"He's down in Florida. They gave him forty years, Ali..."

"I'm sorry...that must have been tough on you..."

They got back to her place and she said, "I really had a good time tonight..." He kissed her and she kissed him back her mouth melting into his and their tongues briefly touched and he trailed his hand up her sides. She moaned but she said, "Not tonight...please...I'm not ready..."

He felt annoyed especially because of the way they had been dancing but he played it cool. "I understand...and it is only the second date..."

"Can I call you...? Tonight?"

"Of course..." He hugged her and gave her a peck on the lips which she returned. "It's not that I don't want to...we'll get there..." She said with a smile.

He left after bidding farewell and he began to look through his phone.

Ramona

Barrio Bravado

"So what South American chicas would you marry if you could?"

"Marriage is for fag these days, bro..." Hector stated. "That's who wants it and straight people? Stupid, man. If we keep doing this shit when the divorce rate is what it is we're stupid but I like Peruvian women like I said. Colombian bitches are only good to be putas none of them are good for being housewives. I once said Colombian Americanas aint shit? Same goes for the paisas. All those putas are superficial as fuck. They know I've got money and that's why they like me. All I'm saying is Colombian men got something to be proud of we're the ones that make shit happen. Women? Hell no."

"You're Colombian though it just sounds dumb when you say that..." Ramona said overhearing it.

"How do you think I feel? I'm the one from a culture I'm proud of but with shit for women! A lot of Colombianas been with gringos for the money or morenos for a good time..."

El Carbon said, "Soy una colombiana negra. Entonces, ¿qué es lo que estás diciendo?"

(I am a black Colombian so what are you saying?)

"No offense homie but the way a Colombiana thinks even one that likes morenos? She'll only like the light skinned ones."

"You're a light skinned mestizo. Wouldn't you say that's why they like you?" Asked Ramona.

"Yeah part of it. But I dog them cause I know they're nada..." He turned to his friend. "Truth be tol I like Central American women. Salvadoran women...they aint exactly traditional but they're tough as shit. Guatemalan women are the opposite. Not that tough but traditional. I see a lot of Ecuadoran and Peruvian women. I like the Ecuadoran women."

"Hey but what if you were an Ecuadoran man? Or Peruvian?"

"Then...i don't know I'd probably try and live a law abiding life. Pero somos Colombianos! We're natural born outlaws. Peruvians they put cocaine on the map. Maybe even freebasing too and they get respect from me for that same with Bolivia, homie. But nobody remembers that shit that wasn't around! Anybody that knows anything knows it's down to Mexicans and Colombians on that shit. And Puerto Ricans...they aint shit. We gotta go make them pay for some of the shit they pulled."

"We're not going after the Lords today hermanito..." Informed El Buho. "Your Salvadoran friends are causing problems."

"Hey...I went to school with some of those motherfuckers from Marabunta before they got cliqued up I never said we were still boys. I like their chicas. They got big fat asses. They can hide my sausage up there. But the hombres from Mara cuca? They hide machetes up their culos. Or maybe dildos for when they hit the pen and need training."

This earned laughter from the various Parceros and Parceras. Franco insisted, "We will be doing a big job today. A job that was Buho's idea. And better nws for you. It will wipe out your debt and still leave you with a decent amount of pcket change.

"What are we doing?" Ramona asked. Franco replied, "The Salvadorans are operating out of an apartment complex in East Waston. The Case de Caligula apartments. Their boys have been moving major weight out of those places and the junkies in that area are nice and happy. But my sources in the Waston Police Department tell me that they just got a new shipment very recently. They met with the Mexicans under Martin Madrazo not too far away from Mary's Vineyard. Some men from Sinaloa. We are going to intercept their shipment."

Ramona got into a dark blue Burrito with Franco and Buho and Hector. A few of the homegirls were coming as well. They began to change into black pants and sweaters, every last one of them. Ramona noticed a tattoo on her brother's chest. "What the fuck is that?!" She demanded.

"It says 'Trust no bitch' didn't they teach you how to read in the Air Force?"

"What kinda shit is that, Hector? Pendejo!"

"I got it on me before you got here. Nothing's changed. Most women are bitches. I don't got no use for most of em. Or any of em. I aint like you, Mona. I don't want kids and I don't want a wife."

"You're too much of an asshole to be boyfriend material, cabron..." Stated El Tramposo.

"That's fine by me, faggot," Hector stated. "Let me tell you something homie. You chase women you'll lose plata. You chase plata and the putas always chase you."

"I just don't get how you became a sexist little fucker just in the few years I've been gone, Hector...what would mama say?"

"Mama's from a different generation. They didn't run around like little putas in her day. Women were home at a decent hour."

"But it's all right for you to fuck every muchacha in the neighborhood, right?" Ramona rolled her eyes. "Tu lógica debería ser más promiscua que tú, pero yo no. Si odias tanto a las mujeres, entonces no las folles. A la mierda los hombres. ¡Es Waston después de todo!"

(I should be more promiscuous than you by your logic but I'm not. If you hate women that much then don't fuck them. Fuck the men. It's Waston after all!)

"Puede que seas mayor pero no lo sabes todo. Una puerta desbloqueada por cualquier llave no sirve para nada, ¡pero la llave que desbloquea cualquier puerta es la mejor llave!"Hector stated.

(You may be older but you don't know everything. A door unlocked by any key is useless, but the key that unlocks any door is the best key!)

"Ah, sí, ¿y qué llave crees que estás desbloqueando? Podrías estar mintiendo sobre todas tus conquistas."

Oh yeah and what key do you think you're unlocking? You could be bullshitting about all your conquests."

He turned to Aleida, Theresa and Athena. "Those three for starters..."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Hector?!" Growled Aleida. The scrawny Colombian gangster chuckled. "What you expected me to be silent on that shit, mija?"

"Yeah motherfucker! Haven't you heard about gentlemen not bragging? You aint getting none again..." She growled.

"You're the one that's the bitch cause you wanted to keep it hush hush. I mean this from the bottom of my heart. Fuck you."

"I don't care..." Athena said. "It's just sex. Aint like I love you."

"The kid has a point, Ramona. We need women to visit us and bring us things in prison. They can't do that if they're doing the same thing as us..." Stated the leader.

El Cerebro and El Tramposo were loading up Uzis. "We could all go away for life just for having these fuckin things, hermano. I don't wanna go to prison. Fuckin hate the gun laws in this state... " El Cerebro.

"Pretty sure it's illegal to scratch the fuckin serial numbers off a gun no matter what state you're in, man!" Hector said.

El Cerebro noticed El Carbon was quiet. "Que tal, cerote?"

(What's up, dude?)

The black Colombian turned to the half Colombian half Guatemalan. "Solo sigo perdiendo mi barco en casa. La mierda era más peligrosa ahí atrás. Contrabando a lo largo del río arriba y abajo hacia Panamá. Más aún, fue genial atravesar la selva amazónica. Cuando pasé por allí vi gente mirándome. Ellos no me mataron. Supongo que deberían haberlo hecho si hubieran sabido que estaba contrabandeando cocaína, pero la verdad es que no creo que supieran o les importara lo que pasaba en las ciudades. Están derribando ese bosque. Puede que no sea de allí, pero lo siento por esas personas. Realmente extraño mi hogar. Incluso si la policía era mucho peor, al menos conocíamos a todos allí. Aquí ... hay gente del viejo país pero no es lo mismo que todavía estamos en una tierra extraña. Todavía no me he acostumbrado al hecho de que hace frío en diciembre."

(Just still missing my boat back home. Shit was more dangerous back there. Smuggling along the river up and down into Panama. Even more it was cool to go through the Amazon jungle. When I went through there I saw people looking at me. They didn't kill me. I guess they should have if they had known I was smuggling cocaine but the truth is I don't think they knew or cared what went on in the cities. They're tearing down that forrest. I may not be from there but I feel for those people. I just really miss home. Even if the police were a lot worse, at least we knew everybody there. Here...there are people from the old country but it's not the same we're still in a strange land. I still haven't gotten used to the fact that it's cold in December.)

This made Ramona remember the fact that it was indeed hot in the months that it was cold in the northern hemisphere and cold when it was hot in the northern hemisphere. People in North America didn't seem to be aware of the fact that the winter months were at different times in South America than it was in the northern hemisphere. Ramona understood this even thogh she had beeen in America most of her life save for going to war.

She also believed that while Mexicans and Central Americans had a difficult time adjusting to life in America, she believed whole heartedly that it was harder for South Americans just based on this fact alone with

Hector trained his weapon on on the Marabunta member. "Get outta the car, puto! Nobody wants you mierdas out here! This is Dubtown!"

"The fck you talking about, fool? You Colombianos are first generation in this fuckin city like us! Don't act like you been here from day one! You aint Puerto Rican!

Ramona pointed her Glock 18 in the Salvadoran's face as well. "Get the fuck in the van, pendejo...before I ruin those tattoos... Es una pena desperdiciar toda esa tinta."

(Shame to waste all that ink)

They both got in and Cerebro and Tramposo duct taped their hands and feet and their mouths and Ramona took the keys to the Navy blue Stallion that the two had been in. "I can't wait to get rid of these fuckin mierda buntas, hermano..." Glared Tramposo. "Can't stand these fuckin pussies man. They love killing innocent people. Never come after a real man..."

Ramona drove forward with Buho in tow. There was three Salvadoran gangsters nearby. "Hey, Chuy what the fuck, cabron?! Whatchu doing back so soon? You know Casper doesn't want you anywhere near this shit, man! You were supposed to kick back and stay off the streets!

" Buho came out firing his silenced 9mm strikking the bald gangster in the chest four times before he could do anything and the other two scattered but he fired hitting the next in the left ribcage twice and the third he struck in the center of the forehead.

The other Parceros pulled the van up and parked facing the street so they could make a clean getaway. They all put on ski masks. A Marabunta female wearing a white wife beater and black khakis and a dark blue bandanna around her head was smoking a cigarette. She let out a gurgling sound as Tramposo grabbed her from behind and using his pocket knife, he slit her throat and blood decorated her white wife beater as well as her khakis and the bandanna

They opened the door to the building and they made their way into the lobby. They spotted two Madrazo goons who were wearing designer suits. Ramona let the fiirst one have it striking hin three times in the chest and she turned it on the other before he could draw his iron and she hit him between the eyes.

El Cerebro hit two Salvadoran gangsters with his Uzi killing one with rounds to the back riddling the man with rounds shaking his body while the next was hit in both legs but in the right leg five rounds came from the back of his leg and exited his knee and the man howled in agony. Ramona finished the Sicario she'd hit in the chest with a quick round to the throat.

Hector fired loghting one up. "Vete pa'l carajo! ¡Ustedes los sinaloenses no están manejando las cosas aquí!"

(Go fuck yourself! You Sinaloans aren't running things here!)

The weight was dropped and Ramona was going to try and get to it but there were four Marabunta members and two more Sinaloan cartel members. They fired at her and she took three rounds in the chest but luckily had kevlar on. She stayed in cover as they fired at Franco and Buho who were also in cover. Buho grabbed a woman of Salvadoran descent and Franco grabbed a man of Salvadoran descent as human shields.

Ramona expected Franco to do something like that but was surprised Buho did but even as she didn't like it, she understood it. The man that Franco held was riddled with rounds as the Marabunta members had no regard for his life and Franco, taking a round in the right hip and another in the right shoulder, had to retreat to cover as one Uzi round had gone through the shoulder while the hip round was from a handgun.

Ramona and Hectot both fired and they managed to take down one of the sicarios an two Marabunta members. Aleida and Athena came in flanking them with Athena hitting one in the back while Aleida hit the other in the side. Soon it was just down to the Sinaloan. He fired a quick flurry of rounds from his silenced pistol and he hit Aleida twice, once in the stomach and once in the left leg. Hector saw her go down. "Shit!' Ramona knew that he had been rude to her but that told he didn't want her to die, despite his issues with Colombian women.

The sicario grabbed a Salvadoran man for a human shield too and she fired at her. She waited for him to reload. She growled, ""¡Ese caremonda me está poniendo de los nervios!"

(This dickhead is getting on my nerves!)

Ramona finally managed to get him with a headshot. "Orinar malvado!" Cried out Hector.

(Wicked pisser!)

Ramona grabbed the drugs from the spilled suitcase that the Madrazo goons had forked over. The Marabunta member with the money took off running with the briefcase firing a Mac-10 behind him. He hit El Cerebro in the chest. Ramona zipped up the briefcase and she handed it off to Buho who ran it back to the van. Franco yelled, "Go after that hijo de puta!"

The Salvadoran ducked into a dark blue Phoenix and the driver sped off. Ramona got into a teal Hermes and she hotwired it. Hector took the Uzi off one of the deceased Marabunta members. "You drive I'll shoot!" The Marabunta member fired back at them and six rounds hit the van that Franco and the others were getting into caught three rounds going through her vest. "Fuck!" Buho yelled as he got her in and Cassandra got behind the wheel of the van and they took off. Theresa cried out in pain. "We're gonna get you help, mija just hang in there!" Athena promised.

Hector sprayed the Uzi at the back of the car and the windshield spider webbed as he did and he held his fire and called to Ramona, "Get me alongside these punk bitches!' She did but their car was faster but he fired as best as he could and she saw blood and the car swerved as though it were about to crash. "You got him, Hec!" Ramona cried. Even as the car swerved it didn't crash. The shooter took the steering wheel and to their surprise the body of the driver was thrown out as the shooter took the steering wheel.

Ramona ran over the fallen body and she cried out, "Carajo! Those Mareros don't even care about their own companeros!" Hector almost had the shooter in his sights but running over the body caused him to miss. "Shit! I almost had him!"

"We can still take this pendejo out!" Cried Ramona. She floored it and he was ready and he fired the remaining rounds a short burst. He missed all the fatal shots but he saw one round hit the driver in the left elbow and the car almost crashed but he swerved regaining control and got away.

"Shit...we need to get back to the barrio..." Ramona stated turning around. "I'll drop you off and get rid of this thing."

He shook his head. "I can't believe I missed that maricon. I can't stand these faggots with facial tattoos. That shit looks so gay..." He let out a sigh. "And they hit Theresa."

"So you care after all, huh?" He growled, "Shut the fuck up. Besides you saw how she got shot right? We don't know if she's gonna live..."

"We got a doctor on call asurgeron well Franco does. They'll do what they can for her."

"Yeah but you saw that shit, right?"

"What are you talking about, Hec?"

"The Mara Cucas. They got better guns than we do. The Madrazos I wouldn't care about that they're a Mexican cartel they're gonna have better heat than us. But the Cucas? In our own city? These LS dick suckers..." He then sighed. "Even wih the cartel it didn't used to be that way either we ran shit not Sinaloa. Franco told me how it used to be."

"Hector, maybe you should stop listening to rap songs that glorify cartels on top of gangs..."

"I'm in a gang though or a familia but what they call agang so whatchu mean?"

"What these rappers...shit even these idiotas like Franco don't get is those were not easy times for the cartel in Colombia. Not in Meddelin or Cali. It was bad there was a lot of blood spilled in Colombia and the streets of America. Eyefind Cocaine Cowboys sometime and look up how that was in Vice City. Bombs were goming off even in planes. And the biggest cartel leader to ever live in Colombia got gunned down by la policia. So this life doesn't have the ending you think. Even these gente in the barrio that think I'm a Parcera? I'm not. I'm a Parcera in the way it means homie and that I'm Colombiana but I just work with the crew I'm not part of it."

"That's what you tell yourself?" He asked shaking his head with a chuckle and a sneer. "You do enough work with us you're part of it whether you want to be or not...and you know I'm right. How many automatics do we really got in the hood? We pretty much share an AK or an M4 and that's how it's been for us. Those Mara Cucas got more guns and more money. That aint right..."

"Hector...I'm starting college soon my GI bill pays for it. We got enough plata for you to go too. This life isn't for you. It aint for anybody but people like Buho he did some time for it already..."

"Go to college? I hated school as it is!"

"Shut up..." She told him. "You are gonna think about it and we're gonna talk about it again. I don't want you to be a part of Los Parceros. But if I can't talk you out of it you're at least gonna go to school while you fuck around. Cause I'm trying to make it so that our parents can come live with us again and it looks better if we're law abiding citizens."

3 Days Later

She had come inside that night and he had answered the door. They had drank some alcohol just a few shots and then watched Republican Space Rangers. Before long, he looked at her with a sexy look in his eyes. "You wanna fuck, mami?"

She got offended. "Que? Is that how you speak to a lady?" He kissed her and she slapped him. She breathed hard but she didn't pull away and she looked into his eyes.

Ranona and Buho kissed and she found herself in his lap sitting on his lap as he sat down on the couch sliding his hands up her back.

He kissed her the neck of her nape was soft and warm against his pressing lips as he cupped her left breast and the two sat on the couch. Her measurments being 34C - 23 - 40.She kissed him and she smiled asking, "Let's take this to the bedroom, papi..."

He followed her taking his shirt off and he saw that she had disrobed to her bra and panties. Her bra was royal blue but it also had black lace fabric. Her panties were just a blue g string. She crawled toward him with her ass in the air and he bent down to kiss her with a grin. He put his hand on her throat as he did raising her up a bit on the bed just to bring her to his height and he ran his hand through her hair kissing her all the more.

His lips skimmed down her neck, "Oh yeah..." She breathed as he kissed her and he kissed down to her cleavage making his lips touch it and then the fabric of her bra. He then moved his lips down to her stomach kissing down the sensitive brown skin sending goosebups to her breasts and up her arms as his lips kissed her navel. "Ohhhhhhhhhh..." She gasped with more air than voice as she put her right hand in his gelled hair and she let out a hissing sound as he moved back up hetr stomach kissing diagonally from the center up the left side and his face was back at her eye level but he put his hand down her panties and she ran her left hand down his abdomen.

They kissed again their lips meeting but then they parted and she let out a gasp as his lips kissed her neck on the right side. "Oh my God..." She whispered as he started to finger her. He brought his right hand back up to her throat. "We should have done this a long time ago, chico..." She said with a giggle.

He slid off the cup on her right breast pulling the bra strap from her shoulder and before long he took the other off and she was bare breasted and he rubbed his right hand up to her right breast cupping it briefly. "Uhhh..."

He took her supple breast in his mouth. "Mmmm..." He groaned on it and she let out a breath of air as she lay there her eyes rolling back clad now only in her underwear. She got him down to his boxers and pulled out his manhood.

Though she had actually done this with him before, they'd been drunk every time they had. Not past the point of consent but she hadn't remembered much.

He was circumcised and Ramona prefverred intact men unlike a lot in America, uin the Latin American community it was often the other way but she did know that in the old days the Incas circumcised their boys as did the Mayans and Aztecs. While she did prefer uncut cock, just like she thought those bitches that hated on intact dick were fucked up and didn't deserve any dick, she didn't believe in judging a man for having a circumsiscion as a baby something they had no say over. She just decided she would have to use extra lube from her mouth and pussy.

She began to suck him. She made sounds as though she was kissing his manhood and she was. "Mmmhwaahhh..." She cooed as she hummed on his fallace. She pumped him being sure to use extra saliva so as to not hurt him. She let out a choking sound as she gagged. "Ahhh...mmhhh mhh,m hmm hmmm..." She said with a laughing home as she popped his dick in and out of her mouth.

Before long her mouth already had white on her tongue but she licked the left side of the shaft all the way to the right side after her tongue massaged the tip. She was driving Buho crazy. She looked him in the eye with her tongue swirling on the tip with a grin before putting the dick back in her mouth. Slower pumps this time, she still moaned against his manhood. She made a slurping sound as she sucked back up to the tip maintaining eye contact the entire time.

'

She closed her eyes polishing the left side of his cock like a corn on the cob before opening her got back to the tip and made like she was going to kiss it before actually just gobbling it down and surprising him as he grunted with anticipation.'

'Her eyes dissapeared behind her bangs as she sucked further down on his manhood. The truth was she had wanted to do this with him for a long soeber and for real. She counted this as their first time.

Though she had actually done this with him before, they'd been drunk every time they had. Not past the point of consent but she hadn't remembered sat on his cock reverse cowgirl style and began to grind on him. "Oh fuck...ohhh...ohhhh yeah...mmm mmmmm...ahhh ...oh!" She moaned as her big butt began to bounce up and down on him. He gave her ass a slap as she breathed and moaned gasping. "Ohhhh baby..." She whimpered as she fucked him.

He put her in doggystyle and began to drive into him. She doubted he could last in that position and t wasn't a smart position for a guy gto start. "Aye...aye...aye ...ayeeeeee papi si!'" She squealed as he began to drive it home. She smiled as she had her ass in the air and he drove into switched back to reverse cowgirl.

"Aye...Aye...AYE!" She squealed as he drove up into stroked her womanhood as she rode him thrusting her hips. "Carajo..." He growle as he thrusted up and he was beginning to sweat. "Si si si...sisisisisisisisis!" She began to screech in a rapid speed as her voice got higher. "Oh! Oh! MMMH! SI SI! AYE SI! AYEEEEE SI...OH!" She breathed hard catching her breath and he slowed down for her momentarily before continuing. He slowed it down but tried deeper slower thrusts and she slowed her moans down.

She got down to his groin and took him in her mouth. "Mmmmh...mmh...mmmmwahhhh..." She moaned as she sucked him again tasting her own juices. She licked the side of the dick and gave it another kiss. She closed her eyes as she sucked him closing her mouth around him. She then licked a swirl around the tip and made a sound as though she was sticking her tongue out in the normal context. Still pumping him, she took him down as far as she could take him.

This time she faced him and mounted on him and began to ride him. "Ahh...aye..! Oh! OHHHHHHAAHHHHH!" She cried as he stroked her clit with his thumb. "Si si si ..ohhh! Ohhhhhhh..." With bond hands on her ass he thrustyed deeper into her driving her crazy. Her voice got gutteral as she screamed.

He slowed to a slower pace and she had been close but the sensation had pulled away but he still thrust up into her. He began to increase the speed again earning more moans from her.

"AYE! FUCK!" She roared. "Oh yeah yeah yeah..."

She began to breath harder and faster again and he pulled on her jet black hair with his right arm reaching behind her to do it as his left hand smacked her ass as he drove up into her. He then positioned her on her side and began to drive into her that was taking a breather as he stopped momentarily and she tried to catch her breath. "Si...so...oooh...ooohhhh aye..."

She gritted her teeth as she rubbed her clitoris and breathed hard. Her voice and face almost looked and sounded like she would start crying but she didn't it was just the look she had from the sex./

She moaned and panted softer each time his strokes slowed rolled her onto her back and began to drive into her and the two kissed their moths melting as one but then she had to pull; her head back panting as he began to rock the bed. "Fuck...fuck...ahhhh haaaaaaaa..."

He gave that ass a slap as he drove deeper inside her and began to increase the speed. He brought her lips to him again as they kissed and she threw her ass back at him thrusting her hips and rolling them. He played with her clit as he plowed into her enjoying every sensation. She could feel her chest getting hotter as he took her and he grabbed her left breast taking it into his mouth as he slid in and out of her. He bit down on her breast taking the brown nipple in and savoring her taste,her scent with his eyes closed.

He grabbed her ass rubbing it as he pounded into her. "AHHH!' She wailed as he fucked her. He licked her areola as their hips rotated in rhythm with each other. "Con cuidado, Papi! Eres enorme..."

She took his manhood and began to suck her own juices off of him. She knew that it was risky to have nprotected sex but she had done it before the war and she enjoyed it if there was one thing that circumsised guys often complained about was having to wear condoms because in their minds they were even more desensitized. She took him in her mouth but only sucked the back end of it earning a moan from the Colombian American before putting it all the way back in her mouth sucking him up and down. Her mouth bobbed up and down on him once, twice, three times before she took him out with a slurping sond saying, "I've wanted to do this a long time..."

She beamed as she licked the shaft saying, "It's much bigger than I thought it was gonna be..." She licked the tip and then around the helmet of his cock. She took his length down again three more times and he groaned, "Fuck yeah...that feels so good..." As he had his hand on her hair.

She polished off the side again as she moved it up and down on the side before taking it back up again and putting it fully in her mouth. She began to deep throat him until she gagged and he gritted his teeth as she did. Blinking back tears, she pulled him out of her mouth again and he repositioned her on her back spread eagle style.

As he pounded down into her he stroked her folds around the entrance as he drove into her and began to increase the speed and friction sliding in and out of her tight hole. The two came in close again for a kiss as she moaned against his mouth. "Uhhh...! Fuck...yeah...!'" She cried as his hand increased friction on her womanhood as he thrust into her. He put his hand on her throat but he kissed her again their lips and tongues clashing feverishly.

He growled as he poked her harder he could see the precum on her lips and she started rubibing herself to get more stimulation going as they fucked. He rubbed her left leg as he fucked her and brought her foot up to him kissing it and then kissed her and they increased the speed again as she thrust her hips up and he held her left leg pulling it a bit and causing sensation from that.

He held his finger out in front of her and she sucked it. She then threw her head back, "Uhhhhhh huhhh huuuu huhhhhhhhhh..." She began to cry out more as he put more pressure down on her area and fingered her while with his right hand he put pressure just below her stomach as his left index finger and middle finger tapped against her G spot. "Uh...yeah...yeah...! Yes...! Ahhhhh...fuck...! Uhh...yea...uhhh!" She squealed her voice raising up an octave as she suddenly squirted all over the bed and on his cock. He fingered her faster and did so in a motion with his right hand rubbing the folds fast and she screamed and before her gasping moans could subside and she could race herself, he stuck himself back into her.

"Oh my god...yes...MMMHHHHHHHH!" She growled in a gutteral sound as she kissed him. "Ahhhhh!" She squealed as he plowed into her her clit still swollen and sensitive from orgasm as he fucked her. He pulled out momentarily to put his mouth on her licking her sensitie area before throwing her off by putting it back in.

She finll breathed exhaling getting a second to rest but he still fucked her and he put his hand around her throat again as he pumped her. She gasped saying, "Nadie me lo das como tu."

He brought his thumb to her mouth and she sucked it and then he tried to bring his fingers to her but then he pulled them away when she tried to suck them and her moth her tongue tried to lean forward to chase them.

"Ahhhhh...! Oh fuck!" She cried as he rammed her g spot. "Ahhh..ahhh! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" She wailed closing her eyes as her mouth hung open as he poked her. Her eyes became little brown slits and she whispered, "As lo que quieras. ..."

He turned her sideways thrusting into her cunt but he only put her legs off to the side, to the fight. He was able to kiss her easier. "Ahhh uh...! Shit..! Shiiiiiiit! Fuuuckk..." She panted. "Goddamn it..."

He spun her around and began to take her doggystyle. She shivered as her knees knocked together as he drove into her from behind and she felt initially a bit of stabbing pain from his size but it began to turn to pleasure as he kept going. Her ass bounced in front of him as he fucked her.

He got behind her right ear kissing it and biting her ear lobe. "Fuck...it's so good mama..." He breathed against her neck. "AHHH!" She wailed turned on by his hot breath and the pulsating throbbing cock inside her and she threw her hips back into him. He grabbed her hair with his right hand and her left shoulder with his left and this made Ramona wetter as she fucked him.

"Uhhh..fuuuuuuuck.. nuhhhhhhhhh!" She cried as he stroked her folds from ehind instead of around the front. He then took her right arm pinning it behind her back as he pulled on her hair with the left hand. "Uhhhhh yeah..." She panted. He then pulled out of her and sat her in front of him and began to furiously finger her gave her his left hand with fingers to suck on while his right hand fucked her.

She hummed against his fingers as his other hand rubbed her folds at insane speed and her pussy moistened as he did and he could see it. "EAAHHHHHHHH!" She howled and she squirted again but not as much. He took his fingers up to her and put them in her mouth and she sucked them clean but growled, "You fuck..."

She laid her head back in exaustion at the second orgasm and ejaculation and he put his cock in her mouth catching her by surprise but she willingly sucked her juices off of him. She loved the way her juices mixed with his own natural taste and scent mingled. She sucked him from a sideways position but still with her head back.

"Mmmmh...mhh hmmmm!' She grunted against his manhood in approval but that second orgas had left her dying for more. She began to stroke herself as she sucked him off as she was now greedy to come again but she also wasturned on by his daring behavior.

She polished off the under side of his dick as she penetrated her own hole her fingers soaked as she did. She gave the cock a kiss as she finished the sucking but then trned her attention back to her cunt and still fingered herself and he began to do it for her fingering her the same way he had before and she moaned more against his cock and he threw his head back and she could tell he loved when she did that.

She growled against his tip as she sucked the first few inches as he fingered her and her growl was gutteral and animal finally took him out of his mouth and she stopped fingering too but she whined, "Fuuuuuck!" As she felt sensations still even after she had stopped.

She had to admit something to herself that a lot of other women didn't. Even thogh she could nt orgasm from giving men head it did turn her on. "Nobody's ever made me feel like this before..." She whispered in a hushed breath earning a grin from the Colombian American gangster.

This time she mounted him cowgirl and gbegan to ride him. With his left hand on her back and his right squeezing her right breast she moaned and her mouth dropped open as her big ass began to bonce up and down on was riding him at first but she grew impatient and began bouncing on his cock. Her ass bounced as did his balls as they swatted her ass twice. She got a look at the clock. It had only been a little under fifteen minutes but she was breaking a sweat as was he.

"Yeah...! Mmm mm mmmh!" She growled. "Uhhh...! Shit! Eehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oh my god...OHHH! AHH... ..!" He swatted her ass with both hands this time as he fucked her and he moved her butt cheeks as they were already clapping. He hooked his right index finger into her mouth as she sucked it while his other hand was on her ass. She looked back at her own fat ass bouncing on him and she closed her eyes at the sensation. "Oooohh...shit!" She cried.

"Voy a venir! Dame esa leche! Ven conmigo..."

She went back to more deep and slow rides on his cock but he was spurred by her noises and began to thrust up into her. She squealed as the dick went deeper and he penetrated faster. He finally turned her around and began to fuck her reverse cowgirl style. "Fuck...AHHH!" She squealed as he grabbed both breasts. "Ahh yeah..."

He stroked her folds once again and she cried, "Yeah..yeah...yeah..." She let him do his thing with his talented fingers. "Ahhh..FUCK!" She cried as she ejaculated once again and the fluid pushed his manhood out. He finally lost it as he turned her onto her back and after a few strokes he came exploding on her stomach and breasts. She dipped her fingers in the seed and brought it to her mouth swallowing it.

The two lay on the bed in the nude looking at each other. "Vincente..." She said rubbing a hand on his chest. "I do appreciate you looking out for Hector. I worry about him a lot. But I think you did better with him than Franco could. I don't trust him."

"Franco's a businessman, hermosa..but he has looked out for gente in this city. And Liberty City. Without him we'd be defenseless against other gangs..."

"That's the thing that doesn't make sense to me though...it's like are we a cartel or a street gang?"

"The Parceros...it's like we're an American crew that's fronting as a street gang but the truth is we're foot soldiers for the real leaders in Colombia and Liberty City. I shouldn't be telling you this really but the reason Franco's here and not in LC is he fucked up. But still we're Sur Americans you know? The Puerto Ricans, Mexicanos, Salvadorans they got it out for us out here cause it aint like Liberty City where the cartel had clout this is quiet city Waston..."

"It hasn't been that quiet to me since I got back..." She remarked.

"Well compared to LC LS, VC it is. This is home to me though and I wouldn't want to live nowhere else not even Colombia. Visit? Sure but not live here."

He then brushed the hair out of her face and leaned in kissing her. "Ramona..." He said with his finger tips gently touching her right cheek. "Your hermano is gonna be fine..."

Ali

Losing Favor

He began to drive with Midnight as the man had texted him. "So this is what it's come down to, huh?" Asked Ali. "And just the two of us at that! Why we leavin the youngsters behind, Night? We took em with damn near every time you had me along. You notice that? It hasn't been the two of us riding like the old days yet."

"We used to be all we needed brotha. I feel you. Sometimes you gotta bring the lil homies along show them niggas the ropes you know...but this shit is a bit more delicate and I think they could fuck it up make too much noise just kick shit off in a way I don't want it. Look they good soldiers don't get me wrong but they don't really do subtle. These young niggas are on some bullshit."

"So what is this business?" Ali asked. "You said it was an old friend."

"Yeah. Remember that white boy that used to come around the hood? '91 and '92? Was always buying crack? I was surprised that was the first time I ever saw a white dude hit the glass dick."

"Yeah, Kyle. He was also a small time dealer. I always used to tell him don't get high off your own supply."

"Aight bet that aint even the thing though, A. So after you got busted I kinda used to work with him you know to sort of have him be a middle man more towards the suburban areas right? And we agreed we'd split the college campus's around the city. It don't matter if it's a state universeity or a motherfuckin community college. Like just like you didn't care abot him taking some of what he made back to where he stayed at right?"

"No, I didn't care. He was never going to be some big shot kingpin like Milky Malone. What's your point?"

"He moved in and just took all my customers at Waston U! They used to risk coming to the hood a few of em I told em nah don't do that cause I can control my soldiers but other crews in the Rock aint listening to me. Them Cherry Ball Sack niggas could still punk them. So we just made it so we was the only ones really selling that hard shit on Waston U campus. But I did a bid too just like you. Not as long but still. Next thing I know this motherfucker he don't even touch the shit no more so I think okay that's cool but that motherfucker been buying up product from the hood anyway."

"That's just like he always did. I don't see what your problem is, my brother..." Ali told him as he steered the Emperor past the Waston Commons.

"When I tried to get back at my customers they wasn't fuckin with me and then on top of that he had a new generation strung out on the powder not even the rock the powder! Now he got himself some bitch and they moved on out to Front Bay! He got a bunch of hustlers under him. So yeah he may not be like Milky Malone status and he aint got it like we got it in the hood aint nobody killing for this bitch but he making money the way niggas in the game was supposed to be doing know? No bodies no police meanwhile WPD up our asses for trying to eat while he makes a killing off of what was supposed to be a partnership! This is why we can't trust crackers, man! Not him not Malone and not the Italians in the north end."

"So you want to kill him because he's playing the game it was meant to be played? Let me tell you something. There used to be this little crew out in North Carolina. They were making money selling their drugs and the police were none the wiser. It may be true that men of color will be treated more harshly by judges when caught. I studied this for years in prison. But that's an excuse a lot of us use and it's a defeatist attitude and it'd why we keep going back because we expect to go back and we haven't manipulated the system the way Milky has."

"What the fuck a bunch of country niggas down south got to do with us, bruh? We're in the Town! When our peoples got dragged here on boats it wasn't even in the south niggas touched down in Waston too and been here since the 1700's. Longer than them southern fools that came later than that a bunch of Johnny Come Lately's that's why they was the last niggas to be free too."

"You're missing the point, Midnight."

"What is your point dog?You aint laid it on me all you done is talk about some country niggas."

"When they got locked up for the murders they started to do when they had enemies the police in their city.. they warred with th Families and the Ballas...redneck country cops..they had no idea the dope was beng sold and they wouldn't have cared if the bodies hadn't started dropping. They could have been making money all along and nobody had to die."

"Yeah but Kyle is the competition now, dog. If we don't smoke his ass how's that make us look?"

"Me and him do go back..." Ford mentioned. "Maybe he can be persuaded..." He kept driving as Night told him where to go.

"I don't know about all that, Ali. He took my motherfuckin business and when you was locked up that was money out yo pocket too!"

"When I got locked up..." Began Ali. "I was looking at twenty years for that cocaine I got off the cartel. And it wasn't even as much as I was already setting on bricks wise. The shit they caught me with was just one key. Just one little key. The Colombians were holding the rest. So when I was facing all that time...Kyle Lockheart was the last thing on my mind. If he could be turned to our side he might be a good ally against Malone."

"I feel you on that but...it's just as much as I hate that mothafucka Malone he aint even tripping on us now. He don't like niggas or at least don't care about us but even he and his boys know to stay the fuck up outta Rockford. Maybe we just stay outta that motherfuckas way and he stay outta ours."

"You know he's a crooked man with cops on his side..." Ali stated. "He thinks he's got the game figured out just because he uses the feds on his enemies. And now there's this little coilition with that meeting we did. I'm not with it, brother. It's already sketchy enough dealing with those Triads. That old man gave me the creeps but Milky? He's evil. He kills women."

"Hold up...out of all the people you done killed you aint never capped a female before?" His best friend stared at him in disbelief.

Ali confirmed it with a nod. "It's true. None of the people I ever shot were women. Women generally don't do things that get them killed. Milky has no problem ordering hits on just the wives of men he has issues with if they're not there..." Ali sighed as they drove and added, "Let's get back to Kyle . He was a crackhead this is true but he did get clean. He may have been using when I knew him but he never did business with me when he was high. Even though I did reiterate that he should not be using at all."

"I'm just saying, Ali. We was both in the pen while that motherfucker had money and he probably had bitches just cause of the money with his punk ass. Why he don't have to go to prison? He was moving rocks. It don't matter if he got clean to me once a fiend always a fiend bro."

"That';s not true. You know people get clean, Clarence..." Ali stated addressing him by his birth name, something almost nobody else in the hood had the heart to do. Everybody either called him Midnight or G Night. To G Night it was the same because he murdered people in the night at midnight and so when he killed people he was saying good night to them. The final goodnight.

"Yeah they might stop smoking crack but there's a part of them..something you can't even explain that's always gonna be a cluck, bro. It's like every now and then they still be fiending for the shit so the lie or they steal when they do it."

"Do you ever think about the morality of what we do? Me and you?" Asked Ali.

"What on some good versus evil shit? it don't even matter homie cause teh ghetto is all about surviving. I do what I gotta do. If somebody gotta get jacked or shot it is what it is. What about you? thought you was done with Allah."

"I am. But that doesn't mean i can't think of it all. We are who we are. Nothing can change that. But if we're gonna be lords of the underworld we need to do shit a bit better. I know my pops wouldn't be proud of what I've done to our neighborhood.

He finally pulled up to an apartment complex a very upscale apartment. They buzzed the buzzer. A voice answered, female. "Hello?"

G Night leaned in. "Yeah hi we're friends of Kyle from college. Is he there?" He heard some background noise and then a male voice came to the speaker. "Hello?"

"Kyle do you remember me? It's Ali Ford. I'm here with Clarence. Could we talk to you?"

He buzzwd them in saying, "Yeah, come on up! Shit!" He opened the door to reveal an Asian woman of possibly Vietnamese descent. Kyle appeared at the door and gave a welcoming hug and pat on the back for Ali. G Nite was more reserved but agreed to dap the man. He was a Caucasian with sandy colored hair and pink skin standing about five nine. "I haven't seen this guy in ages! Honey come here! Guys this is my better half, Kira."

She was attractive about average height for a woman with golden brown skin and jet black hair. "Honey these are two old friends of mine from college! That's Ali Ford and this is Clarence. They used to call him G Nite."

G Nite chuckled. "Still do..."

"Well we were just sitting down to dinner uh.."

"If this is a bad time we can always come back..." Ali started to say but Kyle shook his head. "No there's plenty of food. You like spaghetti?"

Kira nodded with a smile. "I'd be happy to make each of you a plate. I already know what Kyle does for a living it's no secret and a friend of his is a friend of mine."

"We wouldn't want to impose..." Ali stated.

"Are you kidding? I haven't seen you since the 90's, man! We got some catching up to do!" He then frowned saying, "I'd heard about Jerome, man. It sucks he was a good kid."

"Yeah...our condolences..." Stated the Asian American woman.

"Yeah..it hasn't been easy but we take it one day at a time..."

Before long the four of them were all eating spaghetti. "My compliments to the chef. This is amazing..." Ali stated.

"Yeah, Kira's the best..." Beamed Kyle.

"So you all knew each other in college?" Asked Kira.

"More or less..." Kyle stated. "These guys used to sell to me back in my you know...unenlightened days. It's kinda funny how we came full circle. I got clean off the crack but I never really got drug free all together."

"Well that takes an honest man to admit that to himself, Kyle..." Ali said with admiration as he lifted his wine glass. "To sell drugs is the same as using them."

"Not that we're complaining about that either way...look homie you and I well we all go way back. We just want to get back to that partnership we had before."

"Look, buddy I love you guys but the game has changed. This isn't the 90's anymore. I mean no offense but it's a little different now. Kids aren't even into the rock anymore. Remember when we were growing up in the 80's and 90's how that was the thing to do? I mean everyone was doing it. Now these kids today are all on E."

"It aint my main hustle, K but I have moved some of that shit too. My boys that be in the clubs. We don't just do business in Rockford, dog we can expand to other horizons same as you. And we aint asking for no hand out. We asking for a hand up. I mean...not to be that dude but we are the ones that put you on."

"And I appreciate that. And look I'll do what I can to help you out but you're kinda hot right now. I can help you out on a person to person basis but we can't be seen together in the streets you understand that right?"

"Oh I get it some hood niggas make you look bad right?" G Nite asked as he took a bite of spaghetti.

"No! It's not that at all. Look, Ali I don';t mean to judge and I aint but I'm just being real honest about things here. You were dealing with the Colombians before and that's heavier than anything I would have ever done. Colombian level of deals means feds. I mean we saw what happened to you guys. I could have been on that bus to the federal pen too if I'd have come out of state with you that day. And I'll be the first to admit that my reasoning why I didn't wasn't good. I was in a motel cracked outta my head. I probably deserved to go to prison."

"Yeah you might have a point about Ali and I've thought about that myself, man but he's still my boy and him being a Muslim well that bought him a little bit of breathing room from the feds. They might not like the Muslim thing but they at least know somebody like that aint in the game anymore. Usually."

"What about that gang leader out in Carcer City? Guy used to use mosques to hide his criminal activity?" Asked Kira.

Ali and G Nite both laughed at that. "Well, I have to admit that was a bit clever. Before my own decline in faith I would have found that distasteful. In fact I did. I understand your apprehension of wanting to work with me in that case but the cops have been aware of my presence on the streets since I've been back and so far I haven't had any contact with police. I've been lucky in that regard. But even somebody like you is still vulnerable, Kyle. All it takes is one snitch and it's a wrap. So what i'm thinking is...we have one thing you don't and that is a mosque. If you partnered with us we could use that to keep product. Arrange our meetings. Not even Milky Malone is doing that."

Kira chuckled at that. "If he is he's probably doing that in a cathedral not a mosque I wouldn't put that past him at all."

"But that is my point. Low profile as you may be, selective with your dealers and clients as you might be you're still vulnerable. Now that man in Carcer you speak of is doing life in prison so not even that is completely fool proof but there were a number of reasons why his operations were undone. That hasn't really been done out here though to my knowledge. This is a way you coul;d pay back G Nite for the time he did in prison. And me all thogh I wasn't worried about the net loss I took. I was separated from my family. But we're really here on G's behalf. He's still got soldiers of his own to feed."

"Hey and I get that man...i do but it's just..you bring up Milky...that's the fucked up thing...I didn't want to but well everybody has to kick up to somebody. He got wise to me and now he's putting the squeeze on me..." Ali could see a flash of anger in G Nite's eyes but Ali gave his shoulder a squeeze to calm down.

"I understand..." Ali stated. "But with a man like that...even with whatever measures he takes if you're worried about me being too hot...that's somebody you could really be in trouble with. He's volatile, he does get high off either his own supply or somebody else's."

"Yeah but he's got the cops on his payroll. He's untouchable..." Kyle said with a chuckle. "Lucky bastard."

"I don't know why you say he's lucky..." Stated G Nite. "Even he's done time in prison..." He said with a hard stare.

"Hey, you can't knock me for playing the game perfectly, right? That's what you guys would want for you too. It aint right that it didn't go that way for ya either. Look I admit it I been lucky. Luckier than both of you. But G Nite was luckier than Ali and Ali you had it hardest. My heart goes out to you it really does. And I'll think about it but I'm not sure yet. I mean if you want to go against Milky it needs to be a solid foundation..."

"Well that part we're still working on..." Ali admitted.

"Well when it's worked on, please by all means keep me in mind! For ol;d times sake. I'd love to help out a friend. It's just that look even with somebody like G Nite being...high profile on a college campus..it's different. You guys act like I got all this extra advantage but if somebody does rip off my guys truth is I got a gun but I don't think I could use it. Neither could most of the guys under me. We're not from the streets. We aint built for that. So I might need protection from somebody like Malone."

"On the real..." G Nite stated, "This is really good, miss. My hats off to you..." The OG stated to Kira.

"No problem. You'e a guest and an old friend. It's always nice to know some of Kyle's old friends. I'm sure you got a lot of stories about the old days. And it's good for people to be in a good state of mind when eating. It's good for digestion. Same with music. You mind if I put some music on?"

"We COULD have some music..." the ex Muslim agreed.

The Asian American departed to put some on. The song Dance Hall Days by Wang Chung played. The preppy drug dealer replied, "Babe, some white boy music? Really?" She stared back at him as if he had no self awareness at having said that plus in her mind music was universal. Ali chuckled. "What you think brothers are not down with Wang Chung?" He began to sing along to it. "Take your baby by the hand..."

She smiled and said, "See? He knows it."

"And make her do a high handstand..come on sing it with me!"

The interracial couple joined in. All the while, G Nite gawked at Ali like he was from outter space. "And take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel..."

He stood up and danced as did the drunken Asian woman.

We were so in vies
In our dance hall days
We were cool on cries
When all you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true

Kyle sensed something was had his cane in hand and he unsheathed the end of it to reveal the blade. He Kira to the blonde prep. "Kyle...this isn't personal..." He slashed him across his collar bone area and blood sprayed from the wound as the man fell. G Nite grabbed Angie. He had his arm around her neck with the .357 to her temple as she screamed at her husband being attacked. Ali continued to slash this time at the man's chest. He then began to stomp his face in. After the fourth stomp with the man's nose broken as his eyes were swollen and his eye sockets were broken, Ali roared, "IN OUR DANCE...HALL...DAYS!" Emphasizing each word with a stomp.

Kira drove an elbow into G Nite's face and he cried out his head snapping back. "BITCH!" She ran into Ali trying to get past him to grab a knife. He kissed her on the lips and this caused her to squirm but just as soon as she had done that, he bit her left ear off with a tear of flesh and bright red coated her beautiful black hair. She screamed as her own blood smeared her cheek and she was in shock as it happened so fast that she didn't really have time to process what happened. He threw her back into G Nite's arms and the Vespucci Point Dogz leader made his move of revenge. He broke the young woman's neck.

They made a call and they waited 45 and Bulldog arrived.

"Shit! That was...what the fuck, yall..." Bulldog muttered. He and Kenard both had their pistols drawn. "There's no need for firearms, gentlemen. We'll leave Kyle here as an example. But the girl needs to vanish."

"You don't think motherfuckers is gonna look for her?"

Ali replied, "Last time i checked she's Asian. I'm not saying they're as low priority as black or Latin women gone missing...but they sure won't draw the concern that a missing blue eyed blonde named Betty would either..." They grabbed the bleach from under the sink and began to use it on everything they'd touched except the plates. "We're not done just yet but you two are. Since you didn't help us...you get to bag the girl up and make her vanish. Me and G will head back to the neighborhood. You two get to wait here and then get rid of them. It's only 10:00 at night. So the two of you will stay here and wait until after midnight. Everybody here should be asleep."

"I'm saying..." Bulldog protested. "How we 'posed to get up outta here when you and G taking the whip?"

"We'll make sure one of our soldiers brings you a car. A stolen and cheap piece of shit. Then you two will take the girl out of the city. The more rural, the better."

"You know homie you could have done shit a lil more low key, dog. You aint have to murk both of them. Ya mean? Could have just roughed em up a lil. You lost your shit just like Tamir did a lot..."

"It's NOT the same thing...I've turned my guns on a lot of people. But I aint never hit a child. And I never will. If he wasn't my last son I'd want him locked up for it. After all the time I did I didn't get off easy."

"Yeah but we can't serve him up we don't throw nobody to the pigs, Ali. That aint the way the streets be. Your son just needs that good old fashioned discipline. I tried to teach him right from wrong on these streets but the problem is lookibg up to a big homie instead of me like just a boss it makes it seem like we're ujust friends. With you being flesh and blood you can set him straight..." Stated G Nite.

"I haven't told his mama a thing..." Ali stated as they drove. "Not about what he did at the ball court. I can't. I can't even look at him the same way now.

Two Days Later

Ali drove the dark gray Tahoma as he and Midnight pulled up. "What's up, youngin?" Asked Midnight as Ali's son was talking with a dark skinned black girl who now went down the street. "Who's that a new girlfriend or what?" Chuckled the OG.

"Nah I mean I smashed but it aint nothing like that."

"Don't like em that dark, man? Shit. Like father like son."

"Hey..." Ali stated in a warning tone. "I've dated plenty of darker sisters."

"Yeah but aint like you ended up marrying one, pop. Moms is so am I!"

Kenard chuckled. "Man, i aint never fuckin with no bitch darker than a yella bone. They don't even be feminine like that. They always got the nappiest hair too."

"When you look in teh mirror do you hate what you see? You also dislike the Hispanics too but most of them are lighter than us. Some are black. I consider myself a black Latino but I'm an African first and foremost. So if you're against them and they're lighter why aren't you also in favor of sisters? Melinated sisters?"

"Hell naw! I mean yeah we funk with the 'Puerto Ricans but some of their bitches are bad but you gotta look at they moms to see how they gonna age cause a lot of them be getting too big when they have kids."

Bulldog laughed dapping his homie. "I know that's real, nigga!" He chuckled.

"Oh what you gonna look down on me big homie? Cause you a Muslim or some shit? Fuck that!" Shouted Kenard. "You been locked up too long you aint had to deal with these hood rats."

"Hey K, you better muzzle that shit for you get chin checked disrespecting a boss nigga..." G Nite stated.

His son, however shook his head. "Don't matter what you say pop mama is lighter."

"That's because of love son. I did prefer darker sistas. 2pac had it right in Keep Ya Head Up. But sometimes a woman..a good black woman whatever color she is she just makes yo say fuck all that."

"Yeah and when he died he ended up with a bitch with a white mama so he still went against his own shit and got with a yella. He even did that after he was calling Quincy Jones a uncle tom at first but soon as the bitch throw a little pussy his way he goes against his own word like a simp. Fuck Tupac nigga this Biggie's coast out here!" Bulldog stated.

"That ass was bussin though..." Stated Bulldog with a grin.

"Yeah but them dark ashy bitches be burning though..." Kenard stated.

Midnight turned to Ali. "Why don't you school these youngins, High Power? Let em know what you learned!"

"First of all to all of you just because the mother of my children is a mixed black woman doesn't mean I don't like them my complexion. It was love. And the way ya'll talk about women makes me think you've never been in it."

"There he go with that..." Kenard snickered. G Nite warned, "Shut the fuck up and listen, dog."

"Colorism is a plague in the black community. Dark skinned men overvalue light skinned women and women of other cultures. Most of them are jealous of light skinned men but disguise it as joking calling light skinned brothers emotional for example. The envy comes from false perceptions of preferential treatment from women and police but we see with cases like Emitt Till that's not true. Dark skinned women are perceived as unattractive or many by dark men. This creates self doubt self hate and animosity towards dark men and light skinned as a result dark skinned females tend to prefer light skinned men to have babies with."

"I aint like that I regulate any shade of that ass in the words of Big Pun..." G Nite stated.

"On the other hand...light skinned men have a false perception of being house Negros they're not 100% accepted by dark skinned black men and yet they're also despised by white and go the extra mile to prove their blackness. Malcolm X, Muhammad Ali, Huey Newton only to get bashed publicly or only halfway supported by the black community. Light skinned women get bullied due to self hatred from fully black women. This in turn creates arrogance, animosity and a false sense of superiority into a adulthood."

"That's all well and good but I'm saying even if we all was to listen to that high power shit and love the skin we in it don't matter! We still at war with Cherry Park! Plus now Ballas are trying to set up in our hood too! So we could alll love ourselves but they still some niggas we beef with and all I wanna do is murk em all. Fuck any of these niggas on that LS shit."

"Say dat!" Bulldog nodded and they dapped again. "We gotta show niggas around the hood that if you try and dick ride another city and aint about the townit's a wrap."

Kenard agreed. "Yep. We gotta dead all them motherfuckas."

"Well we can deal with our rivals, Kenard but eventually there;s going to be a call for peace. We can't wipe out an entire hood. We have to be realistic. This isn't San Andreas. We can't drop bodies on the level they have. That day is done. Even the days when this city was a lot more rough than it is now..that's done and it isn't coming back. We could just cripple our enemies. We don't have to kill them all. We can put them out of business."

"Why you so against busting on niggas,pop?" Asked his son. "I mean this is me you talking to, I'm about that life now too. And you been about it since I was a motherfuckin baby asnd before that. I might not hae known shit even when we came to see you in prison but once I found out what you was really doing and how you was still paying them bills from behind bars? That's when I started thinking back."

"I don't know what you think you know..." Ali growled. "But watch what you say to me."

He then turned to the others. "Can you give us a minute?" They stopped at the soda machine and his son bought a sprunk. Ali didn't like to drink or eat unhealthy tings but he bought an E Cola. They cracked it open. "What are you really trying to say to me?"

"Think about it, pops! Remember that christmas when I was six years old? I was tripping out cause you converted to Islam too later and you still kept us having a better Christmas than most niggas in the hood."

"I did what I had to. I didn';t have a normal childhood and neither did you but I TRIED. I was raised in the turmoil of the 70's. You know who my father was. I can't help what happened to him. It fucked me up and I had to pick up the pieces. The destruction you see in Waston in Rockford? It started long before I was born but when I was young that's when it started to get really bad."

"Nigga, Malcolm X was running ho's on these streets with his main man Shorty. It aint like niggas back in the 60's wasn't hustling!"

Tamir turned to his father. "We do what we gotta to survive."

"The sixties were not a time you would have wanted to live in. Malcolm X isn't known for his hustling days it's what he did after that."

"So what, you Malcolm X now?"

"No but we can try and adhere to his message."

"Add who?"

"Adhere. Follow his ways."

"Nah, fuck that. I aint no follower."

"Oh but you are, boy..." Ali said with venom in his tone as he spat his words. "You follow G Nite and Kenard and Bulldog like a bitch in heat...G Nite didn't want this for you but he didn't see life in the projects playing out any other way. He was wrong to take you under his wing this way but he figured it was better under his guidance than not with it. You WILL mind your father. I am out now. I brought you in this world...I can take you out."

"But you won't...not with Jerome dead. Otherwise you only got a daughter. Be real, pops! You got more love for her than me. Cause she live up at Mary's Vineyard. She's the 'good' child right?"

"Rather than taking the death of Jerome as a motivation to rurn around, better yet to look at my life as an example of what not to follow you insist on this road/. Why?"

"Cause unlike you I wanna body the niggas that killed him. I been out here with him more than you have. He's more of my brother than he was your son. I want revenge. You just wanna what? Sell bean pies?"

"That's the Nation of Islam I was a Sunni."

"WAS. Now you not. You come back and you decide to be a thug so be in it all the way or not at all. I know I'm a disappointment to mama but so are you."

"Yes but I play the game much smarter than you. Keep it up, Tamir. At this rate you'll be joining Jerome in the grave As far as his death that will be avenged. But that's grown man business. You're just a boy."

South Waston

The night was foggy. "So you got me out here to do what, homie?"Asked Tramposo. The two Afro Colombian brothers were also present the two of them in the back of the Bobcat having their own independent conversation while Hector and Tramposo were up front. "What we doing here again, dog?"

"I told you hermano...that gringa. She was looking for a contract out on her husband. She's offering fifteen K now and fifteen when it's done. Between the four of us that's 5 g's each...plus...I'm gonna give the remaining five to Ramona. She's helped me out she's helped the barrio out."

"So whats the job?" He asked.

"You three are just gonna wait out here and be my backup. This is an Irish hood so we're outta the way out here man but in case there's any mobsters out here ya'll are my backup. I'm just gonna go in and put a bullet in this motherfucker..." He showed him a picture of the man he was meant to kill. A tall blonde haired white male with a handle bar mustache of Irish and German descent.

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah I'm sure and we need the plata. I don't want Los Parceros to be seen as small time no more. Franco's got ties to Colombia man and we're working under the cartel from out there anyway we need to be bigger time than this. This is a start to get us on our way."

Tramposo sighed. "Yeah but...they just deported a shit ton of the homies yesterday, man. We're losing people and it aint even to no street beef! I'd have thought Mara Cuca was gonna hit us back for that shit but instead it was fuckin INS."

"Just like my parents bro this is old news. We gotta have plata if we wanna fight back any way.'

"So you're just gonna go in there and kill him by yourself?"

"Yeah. He's gonna be getting off work in like ten minutes. It'll give me enough time to wait for his ass and take care of him and jet. I gotta go deal with his security system. Just keep the engine running.'

"All right but one more thing homie. Who is this dude you're about to smoke?"

Hector shrugged. "Just some mechanic."

He got out and went to take care of the alarm system. He disabled it without a hitch and went in through the back door. He found himself a closet down the main hallway near some bedrooms and tried to shut the closet door but it wouldn't shut all the way. It would prop open ever so slightly no matter what he did. He had gloves on and a red bandanna. Finally, he saw the headlights of a rebel pull in. He pilled the slide back on the .45 Handgun and got ready for action but he heard several voices.

They sounded drunk. There was five of them in all all of them white guys and even from in the closet as they came in he could smell the beer. "You're the fuckin man, Herb."

"Shit I wish...you know what the old ball and chain tried to say to me today, man? She said that we should have 'talked' about things before I bought this TV...fuckin bitch. How does she expect me to watch the game?" He knew he would need to wait for his friends to leave before he could do this but now he wasn't even sure that he should try anything. The .45 had seven rounds in it. Sure, it was technically enough to get them all and he wasn't the worst shot and they were drunk but on the off chance he missed a few he would be fucked. All that really mattered was getting the husband.

"You guys wanna see something cool?" He walked into the back bedroom and returned with two cases. Then he went back and came back for two more. He opened the cases to reveal AK-47's. He loaded up the magazines into each one and then handed each of his boys one to check out. He went in the back and came back with one as well. "Damn, bro where'd you get this?!"

"I could tell ya but I'd have to kill ya! Pretty fuckin cool, huh?'

"Yeah..." Stated one of his friends, a guy wearing a baseball hat advertising the city's team plus a blacj t shirt and gray jeans. "And illegal as hell."

"Ah man who gives a fuck about that? Ultimate gun rights bill is the bill of rights. It didn't say shit about not having automatics."

"That's because they didn't exist back then..."

"Yeah but if they did you think the founding fathers would have said we shouldn't have em?! Hell no! They would have wiped up the British in one afternoon!"

Just then, Hector's heartbeat began to pound as he saw a white cat sitting in front of him in teh closet. It was staring right at him. Hector held completely still but he knew the cat could see him. Could smell him. He was afraid now. Sure, these guys were all drunk but five drunken men with Assault Rifles were still not a chance he wanted to take. He wouldn't come out blazing unless he was absolutely forced to.

"Hey Skippy! Here kitty kitty!" The husband called to him but the cat just kept staring at Hector. Hector could see the cat and he could see the five drunken men all holding AK's like some would be Jack Howitzer's all casually but luckily they couldn't see him. He was pissed. Tramposo was supposed to honk if there was trouble and he considered it to be trouble that there had been five guys instead of just one. As he sat there he pondered why they didn't honk.

The cat didn't come and eventually the drunken owner gave up. Finally, after some discussion as the men ran out of beer they opted to go get more beer and also stop by the liqour store. With that, they left. Once it was clear he ran out to the truck and rapped on the window. "What the fuck cabrones?! You were supposed to come and get me! That truck pulled up and they had AK's."

"Shit man lo siento but we couldn't see shit it's foggier than a motherfucker out here!" Protested Tramposo.

"Look fuck that...we're gonna have to get the gringo another time, man. But I found something that'll be good for us..." They went intpo the house and searched until they found the cases where the AK's were kept and the ammunition for it.

Tramposo remarked, "You know what bro? You didn't get him but this wasn't a bad haul, dude. Not bad at all. Let's get these back to the hood."

Downtown Waston

3:30 PM

Alison had just gotten lunch and was walking back to her car. She crossed in front of two buildings which had an alley way in it. A black SUV pulled up and a young black male leaned out of it. He had light skin and curly hair and he looked no more than twenty or so. "Hey baby where you headed?"

"Just to campus."

"Ah that's whats up baby you got a boyfriend?" She smiled and tried to brush him off. "I really gotta go..."

"Come on let me take you out to dinner. I hate to see a pretty girl like you out here alone like this..." She started to get into the car but a door opened in the SUV and she was grabbed and pulled in with a hand over her mouth. She screamed against his hand but the man a large black male of about six five with a shaved head and dark skin and sunglasses slapped her. "Bitch shut the fuck up!" The younger guy got out and helped subdue her and they pulled her into the alley way.

Alison kicked and flailed and couldn't believe nobody had seen it. The younger man slid his hand up her shirt and unbuttoned her pants and her cupped her left breast out of her bra. "Yeah./..that looks real nice that tender white meat...we gone make a lot off you, girl..." Just then a voice called out, "Let her go!"

They turned to face who it was.

Ramona

She had seen across the street what was going on and she rushed in after them. She told the two men to let go of the woman. The lighter skinned one did but the bigger one held on. She had a .32 pistol pointed at the two of them. "You heard what I said, asshole! Let her go!"

"Or what bitch? You finna shoot me?" The door opened and she turned the gun to the driver and the younger man grabbed a trash can lid and flung it at Ramona. Ramona barely dodged but it was enough time for the younger man to tackle her. She kept him back with a kick however and she retrieved the pistol off of the ground. She fired hitting him twice in the chest. The bigger man let go of Allison and tried to run but she fired a shot into the man's right butt cheek and he fell over crying out and screaming in agony.

She saw the driver coming out with a .380 so she fired striking him in the right side of the head and he fell out of the vehicle onto the ground. "You stupid ass bitch...you shot me...!" She in truth did not have that .32 legally and all though she was a decorated pilot she wouldn't be able to explain her prints on it. She tossed the gun to the younger man and he was surprised at this. She went for the other gun and she pulled Alison down knowing that the younger thug was going to try and shoot at them which he did but he only got the vehicle. He coughed up blood as he writhed in pain.

"The fuck did you give me the gun for...?!" He demanded. She took the .380 and kept it trained on him. "Call 911..." Ramona instructed Alison.

She did and she was in tears her voice shaking. "Nothing's gonna happen..." Ramona insisted. "i got you here..."

The man tossed the empty to the ground. "Now that your prints are on it and gun shot residue...it';l be a lot easier to convince the police that you three fuckers tried to kidnap both of us. Two of you had guns but I was just woman enough to take the gun away from you..."

Before long the police arrived and she gave her statement as did Alison. Alison backed up Ramona's version of things while the two would be rapists tried to say what really happened but as it turned out they both had priors and the man who had initially called out to Alison had raped at least one woman that the WPD knew of. Some poor lady in Rockford.

The paramedics whisked the two wounded men plus their dead friend away but they would be going to prison and since the gun had been fired and he did have gunshot residue on his hands he was looking at an attempted murder charge on top of attempted kidnapping, illegal possession of a firearm and assault.

Ramona saw that one of the men on the scene a young cop seemed to recognize Allison. "Ali? What..oh my God..." He hugged her. Ramona surmised that he was her boyfriend. He asked Ramona what happened as well and while normally a cop close to a case like this wasn't supposed to be on the scene, he had not known she was the one they had attempted to rape. She sobbed into his chest and Cameron put a hand on her hair, " 's gonna be all right...they can't hurt you now..."

He turned to the Colombian American of Wayuu and Quechan descent. "What did you say your name was again?"

"Ramona Barrera..."

"Well I owe you one, Ramona..." He handed her his card which she found strange. "You ever need anything any help that's my direct line..."

Alison looked at Cameron with red eyes. "Can I...can I stay with you? I'm afraid to be alone..."

"Yeah..yeah of course...you can take my bed i'll take the couch..."

She shook her head. "I don't want to be alone even then...just hold me...please..."

He told her he would. In his mind, he was thinking about the fact that they would now be closer because of this. It was an unusual request and yet not. He wouldn't make a move on her just because she was to be staying with him. He knew it was the decent thing to do to help her get through this.

Later That Night

He had priomised to be a gentlemen but she did want to sleep in the same bed. It was a bit sudden for both of them but these were extreme circumstances. It was a test of one's character as it was to just cuddle and sleep with a woman but not do anything sexually. He wasn't glad that this happened to her but he was glad nothing serious had been done and he was glad that in a way, this made them closer in that she trusted him more now. In a way, this incident had expedited them getting to know each other. He saw that she had fallen asleep and she had cuddled with him. He briefly snuck out to the balcony.

He got on his burner phone and called Milky. "Hey dad...I need a favor..there's a couple of shit heads that just tried to violate my fuckin girlfriend today...I'm gonna find out what prison or better yet what jail they're gonna be held at. Can we put something together?"

Jin Lao

He wasn't enthusiastic about having to work with the Irish American who was a Triad again but the Dai Dai Lo insisted upon it. Adrian Momohan aKA Gweilo Mo had somehow earned the respect of the Triads in Chinatown, Waston. It wasn't that he hadn't heard of other gangs adopting whites in especially black and Latin gangs but he had always thought Asians had a little more pride than that. He was by no means a racist but he just thought the Triads should stay Chinese since that was where it started and as far as Tongs in America went that too, was uniquely a Chinese American thing.

It wasn't just that that pissed him off. It was the fact that even though he was a San Fierro Triad, albeit a different tong, he was still of the same heritage and yet even though both he and Gweilo Mo were seen as outsiders to a point, Gweilo Mo still had more clout in this city even as a cultural outsider than Jin Lao did simply as a west coast Triad who was still Chinese.

They were sitting at a Restaurant called Ding Hao's. Jin Lao was eating Mongolian beef with a side of sweet and sour chicken plus rice and a side of BBQ pork. He was also sipping a Sprunk. Gweilo. He didn't care what the others were eating. "Why do you drink that American crap?" Demanded Sun Wu. "Sprunk is bad for you."

"I am also drinking the tea, Dai Dai Lo..."

"Well tea and water should be good enough, man..." Stated Gweilo Mo.

"I don't remember asking you a goddamn thing!" Jin Lao growled.

"Do you got a fuckin probnlem with me, man?"

"Yeah I got a problem. This fuckin gwaijai thinks jut cause he's from Waston I gotta listen to him."

"You have to listen to him because he outranks you. Show some respect..." Growled the Dai Dai Lo.

"Dai Dai Lo. I wouldn't be able to join Milky Malone's crew. Or any Aryan gang. Why should he get to join us?"

"If you understood just what he has done for us you would understand why..." The crash of automatic fire filled the resterayunt and Jin Lao tackled Sun Wu and the Triads took cover under the table. A black Rumpo had rolled by with several gang members inside but a silver peyote also pulled up and two gang members wearing gray bandannas came out. "You motherfuckers are dead!" Screamed a gang member carrying a Mac-10.

Jin Lao already had his Glock 18 drawn and he drew down firing five shots at the man with the Mac and he hit him with each shot all of them hitting the man in the neck. Gweilo Mo also had retrieved his .45 and was unloading at the other gang member. Bao Zhi tackled his uncle to cover him but the old man had taken one round in the right shoulder. "They shot him! Jin Lao they fuckin shot him!"

As the gangster that Mo had shot was trying to cover despite the body armor a few rounds had gotten through and Gweilo Mo put the last round from his magazine into the man's forehead. "I gotta get my uncle some help! Jin! Mo! Go after those Cambodian idiots!"

"I'm not going to die..." Growled the old man. "Wǒ bù huì sǐ yú jiǎnpǔzhài rén. Rúguǒ wǒ sǐle, nà jiāng shì yīgè zhídé shā wǒ de rén! Bùshì yàzhōu de gāngà!"

(I am not going to die from Cambodians. If I die it will be from a people worthy to kill me! Not Asia's embarrassment!)

As Jin got into the car that the Dai Dai Lo had arrived in which Bhao had driven, Gweilo growled, "What the fuck makes you think you're driving rookie?!"

"White guys don't belong in the Triads and Asians don't belong behind the wheel of a car when there's somebody else who can drive. Today's opposite day so get your ass in the car. We'll just do the best we can today..."

They sped after them into oncoming traffic. "Hey...I say we tail these assholes back to where they lay their head rather than take em out here..." Gweilo Mo stated.

"Fine by me. But we'll really need to hang back. Especially if they have more weapons like that where they are. We may need to call in backup."

"They're just TPG's, Jin. They're not organized like another Tong."

"I guess Dai Dai Lo didn't tell you what I did to some of them did he?"

"Why what did you do?" Asked Mo.

"We fed them to some of their friends..."

The older Triad member shook his head. "yeah..you definitly need to be the one to help clean this mess up. Jesus and people think i'm a sick bastard!"

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All right that's it for this chapter ended it on a bit of a cliffhanger and I was gonna skip anything to do with Jin Lao cause this chapter is already long enough but I decided we'll allude to something in the next chapter and it seems the Psychos who are the same gang from my Concrete Jungle story who are based on the Tiny Raskals, are back with a vengance.

If you're wondering why I called G Nite also Midnight it's cause he goes by both but I'll refer to him as G Nite for simplicity.

That story Ezra told was something I saw in a thread where Jewish Americans denied that Jews ever really do anything against non Jews hate wise beyond words and the story about the older jewish man assaulting a black jewish girl was told as a rebuttal to that. I thought it would make it interesting to play it out that way.

As for Yossi he is based on the Abergil Crime Family as is his organization now I know that normally they are based in Los Angeles and internationally but this is sort of a Sonny Forellli/Tommy Vercetti style dynamic with Ezra and him in that they can kinda set up in Waston and try to expand and there will be somewhat of enogh of them to be a threat to Ezra if he doesn't work with them but they won't have anywhere near the power that Tommy did in Vice City.

As far as Alison's bit with Ramona i told Zilla 2000 i was going to allude to something that he kind of implied in the start of hos story and then later on. Ramona and Alison will become friends and in a way her story about her parents being deported is why she has such heavy empathy for undocumented people as Ramona will be the first one she knows who first hand had parents deported. It's also this incident that somewhat gave Alison some fear when she saw Mark at first.

As far as Hector he is still being an asshole but you have to admit that when it came to stealing those AK's he made the right choice instead of coming out guns blazing. That story is actually based on a true story about an Eme member who was supposed to do a contract murder on some white guy in the 70's actually I think Mundo Mendoza was part of this too. Somebody hit in a closet and the cat saw the Eme member while the murder target and his friends were drunk and he was showing off several AK's.

As for Ali killing that guy to Dance Hall Days it's from a scene in some movie with Michael Jai White and it's honestly funny because Eamon Walker is the basis for Al and he is heavily influenced off Kareem Said in Oz but he's also based a bit off of that character in that movie who was the villain and the way he killed dude to Dance Hall Days was a more charasmatic and funny way to kill somebody than I';ve ever seen that actor do before.

And that discussion he had with the other Vespucci Point Dogz about colorism is based on a youtube comment I saw in a DJ Vlad video and let me just point out I despise DJ Vlad as a person I also hate Lord Jamar, Godfrey, DL Hughley pretty much all of those afrocentric retards. But he has had some other good guests on the show. I thoght the point made about lighter skinned men being seen as more emotional kinda doesn't make sense unless it's to say they're more feminine.

Anyway, and yes we got our first lemon of this story was originally gonna be two but I decided it's too early on for Cameron and Allison. Oh and also to remedy her being nicknamed Ali for short and Ali being his whole name I think I can just have people call him Al. Especially since it means The in Arabic plus it doubles as a guys name.

That being said I wanted that dance scene with Cameron and Alison to show that they do have sexual chemistry and they were pretty sensual that music video is and so I kind of had Alison's moves be based on Nelly Furtado's moves in that video while Cameron's was based on Timberland';s.

And yes it goes without saying that the murder he "Solved" is based off the first mission in La Noire. To be honest I'm gonna e taking some more missions off that it's the only Rockstar game where you're a cop.

As for Ezra we didn't see action with him but that story that he told about a Jewish man assaulting a little girl and then saying he didn't know she was Jewish is based on something that really did happen I think it actually happened in Brooklyn but in this instance it happened here.

Also that guy that Ramona shot who was the one to call out to Alison is visually based on Andre from Power just to make you hate him more plus I did see a movie with Cole Hauser where he kidnapped a girl and actually did turn her out by pretending to be mr charming.

I haven't decided on a visual basis for Gilberto yet but as far as the women that Ezra will be dating one is based on Jennifer Connely another on Rosalyn Sanchez, and a third is based on Osa Lovely.

For some reason they didn't end up stealing the AK's once they went out to get more beer and that bothered me so I fixed it here. It's still not a bad score to walk away with five AK;s.

Now for a bit of Boston slang.

Say dat is Boston hood slang for saying bet

Cooling you probably heard before

Blaze that means you fucked somebody

You can expect there to be some payback next chapter because of what Ramona and co did. There may be a character death we'll see.

Anyway that's all for now.