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

11. Four Kings & A Queen

Genghis Cohen.

The shots rang back at them as the mbsters took cover behind pews. They returned fire and Fitzy took three shots in the chest and he fell over and hit his head against the side of a pew. He had a vest on but the head injury had him dazed and bleedikng.

"What kinda fuckin mick shoots up a cathedral?! Milky's gone too far this time!" Barked one of the Paganelli goons.

"It's not their idea!" Ezra shouted. "I got a problem with the Vatican!"Barked Ezra as he hit the made man with twelve rounds in the chest and stomach.

An Italian American wearing a brown leather jacket and black jeans fired back at Ezra and he hit him three times in the stomach. Luckily, Ezra had a vest on as well. Danny spotted a gunman taking cover behind the pulpit. "We want some of that tax free money, asshole! You want to operate in our town you render unto Cesar not God!"

"Cesar was an Italian ya fuckin bog trotting leprachaun! Go get your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if you need more drinking money!"

Danny let a barrage of rounds hitting the man in the right arm and two more found the man's right shoulder. Mr French simply had his .45 out and started finishing off any wounded stragglers. Ezra stumbled onto the collection plate and spotted that there were thousands f dollars in it. "Mr Malone might want us to take this!"

Mr French looked at the money and chuckled, "It's funny. I aint been to mass in years but I still remember the gist of it but even I didn't knw where the collection plate would be. But the Jew finds it his first time entering church. God's got a strange sense of humor."

"Yes because unlike you I'm here for business. I don't care about the mafia one way or another."

"Yeah? You forget who you tuned up on that store? If you were a guinea you'd be shitting your pants after attacking two made guys.

The bloodshed over previous months and weeks went back in his sub showed up at Gideon's house. He had been putting it off and the one thing he didn't want to do was indulge in any of the traditions of his faith. He had a deep seated guilt from what he had done over there. Gideon of course put Israel on a pedestal. Gideon's wife, Liora was there.

He had not been ready to meet her when he had first got to town. Gideon had not understood why. Her name was Liora Cohen as of her marriage to him. Liora was a black haired beauty with brown eyes. She was a Morrocan could easily pass for an Arab, however or even an Italian or Greek.

"This is my cynical cousin, Ezra. Ezra, this is my wife. And this is Esther and Joshua."

Ezra smiled kissing Liora's hand and she let out a giggle. Joshua was twelve and resembled his father more while fourteen year old Esther looked more like Liora.

Uncle Harvey was there as well. They'd beeen vacationing so far when Ezra got to the United States. He'd been vacationing down in Ocean Beach but now he was back. The dinner was all there.

.Zeroah, a lamb's shankbone symbolizing the ancient Passover sacrifice Beitzah, a roasted egg symbolizing the temple sacrifice and the continuing cycle of life Haroset, a paste of fruit and nuts symbolizing the mortar used to build the pyramid of the pharaohs M ar'or, a bitter herb like horseradish to represent the bitterness of slavery Karpas, a green vegetable usually parsley representing spring A bowl of salt water to dip the karpas symbolizing the slaves' tears

Some traditions also include chazeret, a second bitter herb, usually the roots of romaine lettuce. Also necessary are three matzos unleavened bread, symbolizing the haste of the flight from Egypt — there was no time for the bread to rise either wrapped in cloth or covered, and broken and eaten at set points throughout the evening.

The actual Seder meal could be also quite variable. Traditions among Ashkenazi Jews generally include gefilte fish poached fish dumplings, matzo ball soup, brisket or roast chicken, potato kugel somewhat like a casserole and tzimmes, a stew of carrots and prunes, sometimes including potatoes or sweet potatoes.

This all sat in front of them as they ate.

"The crusades aren't that simple. here you are saying that the Christians are in the right in the crusades and because of Jewish persecution in Muslim countries and the way they attacked European cities you might see it being justified that the crusaders struck back after so many years but our ancestor fought alongside Muslims against the crusaders in 1099. We lost that battle but our forefather fought bravely until he was wounded captured and ransomed back.'

Uncle replied, "That's true but the Christians had already kicked out by that point. The Muslims were afraid they would throw in their lot with the crusaders. Usually that's the way it does go even nowadays but better them than the Ishmaelites who want to kill us."

"Dad what the fuck is an Ishmaelite?' Asked Archie.

"Language! Can't you act civilized for once?'

"Ishmael is the father of all Arabs ya putz. He was Issacs's older brother. You'd know that if you went to temple."

"What if in a way...remember how Sarah had let Abraham...'know her' the servant because she couldn't get pregnant or she thought she couldn't but then she did and she wanted them to give up the baby Ismael? Most Jews see that as the right thing to do especially since the descendants of Ismael make war with us to this day. But I wonder if even though we are the chosen people, if God did not like the way Sarah behaved. So he let the slave descendants become a thorn in our side. Even chosen people are still people and we can be wrong."

"Dad , you see what I been dealing with? We got Archie being an atheist and Ezra being on too."

"I aint atheist. I'm agnostic. There's a difference," Corrected Archie. "And what kinda garbage is that? Because I'm Jewish by ethnicity I have to believe what the Torah says? If thats true there shouldn't be any Asian or black atheists. But there are."

"Archie, only one in three of us practice the faith. If you had been out there in the desert you would have wandered forty years and died."

"I gotta tell you, Gideon. I've been to Israel. Lived there more than I ever lived in Liberty City. I think the people that got off easy are the ones that wandered forty years," Ezra stated.

'Hey, I been to Israel five times and had a wonderful time. It aint all bad..." Stated Uncle Harvey.

"I know. But because my whole life was over there and that was where mom and dad died...that was..."

"Jesus, you gotta be so negative here?" Asked Gideon. "We get it. You went to war you hate Israel."

"Hey, Ezzy is still family, Gideon. Family should be able to talk. We don't have to agree on everything. I think Gd would be in favor of us having these discussions./ We can make it about faith if we want but the truth is there's just as much politics and capitalism behind all this as religion. I support the right for both countries to exist."

"So do I. And just even stating that I would lose my job back home for saying it. Unless it was my job TO say it. But it isn't. But we have a military with a high budget and they don't. Every battle we win with them is a loss on their side but they still refuse to surrender. That's part of what made me realize we were in the wrong. We were throwing everything at these people. And they still won't give up."

"Ezra you said you supported a two state solution...putting aside the Covenant and everything that comes with that, if you support Palestine's right to exist, you support Israel too if you're really for that.'

"I'm not an American. Not at heart. I haven't been for a long time. I don't say things I don't mean."

"Well that is the point, Ezra. We only have one Jewish majority nation and we're only ever gonna get that. I mean look at Latinos they get all those countries south of the border, the Indians? They get the US and Canada. Their religion has lost a lost of asses in seats but so has ours. There's Europe, Africa, Asia all these different cultures. But there's only one Israel. We can't let people take it."

"Not letting the PLO or Hamas take it is one thing. We can still be a pluralistic democracy like the United States is. We allow gay rights just like the States does. And religious freedom. People CAN be Muslim in our cities they just have to respect the law. But then whenever there's a skirmish and there's security risks anywhere with travel it aint us Isrealis that suffer for it. Palestinians don't have passports, Gideon. Israel meanwhile has a passport recognized by hundreds of countries. We don't need people doing...what I did. Not to the degree of what we did."

"Some of what you did out there had to be done back in the 60's I knew some homosexuals who could not be themselves until the sexual revolution in the 60's. I was raised with the Torah and taught that those people should be executed. I talked to them at great lengths during the protests including Woodstock. I abhor violence but I fear God and the Torah commands us to kill them. But I don't think this is the right way to be. Even if you take the morality of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah the sin was not homosexuality but those willing to rape angels.'

"Yes. Where are you going with this, Uncle Harvey?"

"In a place like Palestine they don't allow rights for the kill them. The great beauty in our faith and heritage is that we can modernize as need be."

"You can only modernize so much and there are plenty on the Christian right in America who feel that Isrealis are not harsh enough on them in accordance with the law. So they would agree with Palestine killing gay people but they still support Israel because they know it's the better option."

"Doesn't the Torah say fags have to die?" Asked Joshua.

"Language!" Liora warned. "We don't use slurs."

"Listen to your mother, Josh. If we behave like Palestinians we're no better than they are."

"Tara Hightower said that Israelis killed Palestinians because the Israelis are white and Palestinians are brown...is that true?" Asked Esther.

"Np! of course not!" Gideon scoffed. "Look at Uncle Ezra! Besides the 1948 founding in Israel were a bunch of tribal militias fighting back against the Palestinians. They looked just like Ezra. Some Jewish people, Ashkenazi are more white but then look at Sacha Baron Cohen."

Joshua giggled. "Yeah, Borat and Bruno is funny!"

"Oy vey we're having a nice sedar dinner and you bring up that filth? This is a holy thing. Don't bring that garbage to this table."

"Dads old school, kids..." Gideon chuckled. "He's more of a Seinfeld kind of Jew than Sasha."

'

"So...d you play any sports?" Asked Ezra turning to Joshua hoping to change subjects.

He got a text message unbeknownst to him from Milky Malone demanding he get to South Waston. He would not be able to check it until after dinner. He knew that Harvey, Gideon,Liora, Joshu and Esther would honor the no technology rule but he knew Archie would not honor it. As soon as he got home would probably get stoned and watch TV and maybe surf the internet for porn and get a pizza with some form of swine on it. Ezra just wanted to surf the internet and sit in front of the couch too.

He loved Gideon but he knew he was going to try and get Ezra immersed in Waston's Jewish community and Ezra did not feel very social coming from a war zone. Signing up for Love Meet was one thing and he had a date scheduled soon but to be forced into this when he had just come from religious feuding back east was not appealing to him.

He didn't think of himself as an American even though he was a US citizen but he had snuck back in illegally but he just wanted to get through the dinner and go home. He was grateful to meet Gideon's family which was his family technically too but that was the extent of how much he wanted to be involved in community. If he had to be part of a larger community it could be Southie if they ever accepted him and Archie.

Archie acted like a local even having traded in his Liberty City sports teams for Waston sports teams but his cowardly nature didn't win him a lot of respect as a drug dealer or as a Southie resident. People liked him as the man that they could get fronted drugs from in the past but that was before he started working for Milky. Before when somebody held out on him he didn't have a way to make them pay up.

'It was dangerous working with the Irish mob even as an associate but at least they had made it so that people didn't try and screw Archie over at least not as much but now Ezra was here and he was nothing if not a one man army and he would try and encourage Archie to get out from under Malone and see to it that he could still operate independently. Maybe he could move to Gideon's neighborhood rather than South Waston.

Archie didn't need to be a big time dealer but he needed some enforcement.

16 Hours Later

He met up with the first woman he was ging to be dating. "I'm Danielle. Danielle Green."

"Ezra..." He said shaking her hand.

"I like this car..." She observed. "The color."

"Thanks. It's mhy first time having a car this new."

It was a mint colored '08 Cognesetti.

"You don't mind me asking you're not from around here right? You got an accent."

"I was born in Liberty City. But I haven't been back since '88. I moved to Israel wih my parents. Haven't been back to the United States much except for a few jobs here and there in Los Santos but mostly I stayed in Israel."

"Really? What's it like over there? Everything I know about it is from the bible and the news but I don't know that much about what it's slike. Have you been to all the major spots?"

"Yes. Both for Judaism and Christianity. I've been to where Solomon's Temple was, and Golgotha where they say they executed Jesus. His tomb is a tourist attraction.I've also floated in the Dead Sea. It's quite relaxing. I don't think there's any places like this in America except Utah."

"Wow. And here I thought Cape Coq and Mary's Vineyard was exotic."

"What about you? Do you like being a mechanic?"

"Yeah, I do. My dad raised me to be a gearhead and he taught me everything he knew. Family trade. I grew up in a household full of brothers but they all wanted to either be musicians or play sports. I was the only one intersted in the family business. I don't know...I don't get to date much but I figured if nothing else in my experience with dating, too many women will ask a man to fix their car and they'll b waiting around. My dad raised me so that I dn't have to rely on a man or on a repair shop to fix mine cause I am my own repair shop."

She took a look at his clothing. He had on a Brown leather peacoat with a white dress shirt underneath, with a blue tie tucked under it. "I like the threads real styling!"

They had discussed where they would go on a date through correspondence on Love Meet. She had never seen teh comedian Loius CK. It was a quick drive from there to a South Waston comedy club called Giggles. They went and got some drinks and sat down as they saw him.

"Ho everybody. Hello. Hello faggot..." This earned a laugh of shock from the audience. "I miss that word. it never meant gay when I was a kid.'

"Faggot didn't mean gay when I was a kid, you called somebody a faggot because they were being a faggot. I would never call a gay guy a faggot, unless he was being a faggot, but not because he's gay. Like, if I saw two guys blowing each other, I don't know why I'm watching them do it... I don't know, I stumbled upon a couple of fellas blowing one another on their respective penesia..." This caused Ezra to snort laugh.

"That's plural for penis that invented today. I would be respectful to them, "Hello, gentlemen." But if one of them took the dick out of his mouth and started acting all faggy and saying annoying faggy things, "You know, people from Phoenix are Phonecians" or something like that. I'd be like, "Hey, shut up, faggot. FAGGOT! Quit being a faggot and suck that dick!"

"So faggot there;s a lot of words that are not bad words no wotd are bad some words are used to hurt other people and they become bad. There's words that I love that I casn't use because other people use that word to hurt other people. Like, the word "cunt", is a beautiful word. To me, there's just beauty in that word. And I don't - I mean aesthetically. It has - It's like, chocolatey, and round on the ends! I just like the - "CUNT" - I just like the way it sounds! And I don't use it as an insult. I'm, like alone in the laundry. I'm like "Cunt! Cuuuunt!" I just like saying it! I would never call a woman a cunt. Except for my mom, because she likes it for some weird reason..."

This had Ezra in tears. It also had Danielle in stitches. .

"But... It's a very misused word. It's supposed to mean "vagina", which I don't think works at all. Because vaginas are so sweet! They're little pretty things! With little flower petal-y lips! I hear a piccolo in my head every time I see a vagina! Doodle-doodle-doo, doodle-doo! Even "vagina" is too harsh! They should be called, like, a "falalalalala!" This earnned laughter from Danielle.

"There should be a butterfly fluttering around every vagina all the time! Just all the time! A little butterfly. You go to the doctor, and he's like, "Well, the butterfly looks good, so we're in good shape." Good color to the butterfly. How do you look at something that pretty and say "That's a CUNT!"? It doesn't fit at all. Maybe if it was a giant vagina that was attacking a town. And throwing buses around and knocking over telephone poles. Then you could say, "Hey, somebody shoot that cunt with a bazooka!" It's gonna step on the candy store!"

"So faggot cunt eerybody has different words that offend them that they get offended by. To me the thing that I got offended by is every time i hear the N word. Not nigger by the way. I mean The 'N word' every time a white news lady on CNT say the N word that;s jus t white people getting away with saying nigger!"

Ezra had an eye on her to see how she would react because he did not know Loius CK was going to pic this topic and she was African American but she was laughing. "It's bullshit because when you say the n word you put the word nigger in the listeners head. That's what saying a word is. You say the N Word and I say she ,means nigger you're making me say it instead! Why don't you say it and take responsibility for the shitty things you want to say. Just say it! Don't hide behind the first letter like a FAGGOT. Just say nigger you stupid cunt!"

"All this shit goes on in my head. I thought the word nigger the other day let me tell ytou what happened I went to a coffee place and it was a cool indie place I don't like Bean Machine cause they don't care anymore they just press a button and some old lady's diarrea comes out. S I go to a hip cool young place with my bands playing notices on the wall and it's called like the Howling Do Whatever Thing and the dude behind the counter is like hey what's up man nhe's got on a t shirt and ponytail and i said hey can i get a cappachino and he's like yeah! Right on!LKike he's amazed he can help me I got all the stuff right here thats awesme!'

"So he starts making my coffee and he ground the beans just that one cup and tamped them with this old thing and he clickity clacked it and he took the milk and he frothed it for like an hour and then he banged it on the counter he scooped it in and put a little coco in it and i was blown away and for some reason in my mind I thought 'That nigger made the shit out of my coffee! He wasn't black! It's just what was in my heart for some reason."

"That was funny! I never saw him before. I know about Bill Burr but I never heard him before.

After that, they went to dinner. They went to a diner. He ordered a bacon cheeseburgere fries and chicken tenders with an E Cola while Danielle ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with fries and swiss cheese on the sandwich on wheat bread. She ordered a rasberry lemonade. They had talked a bit about what they did for a living. He tolkd her he worked at Gideon's resteraunt. It was the truth. "I have a lot of respect for people in the food service industry. So you're like a chef in a way."

"I don't knw about all of that. I work at a restaurant sure but I'm just a cook."

"Yeah I know but food is art in its own way and this might not be a big time resteraunt you work at and I'm nt a mechanic to the stars in Vinewood either but if you make people's days a little easier and you like what you do it's gtta be good right?"

"In a way, it's a lot easier than what I did overseas.'

"What did you do overseas?"

"I was in the Isreali Defense Forces."

He was not about to confide in her about being a Mossad agent otr any of the work he had done with criminals over there or what he did now but there was no harm in being honest here about his military service. "That's..." She paused. "Intense..."

"It's required by all boys when we turn eighteen to register."

"I..well...Israel is one of our best allies. And I voted for Joe Lawton Jr. I think he did a good did the best he could given the circumstances. We were Israel's our ownly friend in the region."

Oh great. Another American that thinks they understand what's going on over there. He thought with dread but he smiled keeping his peace.

He was surprised she was more conservative in a liberal city like Waston.

As they ate they came to other topics including the comedy show. "He was funny. I had to admit he had a point about the 'N Word' but I never thought of it that way I thught they were just treading lightly but its funny."

"Well he's a New Englander too..." He then asked with a smile, "So what does a typical saturday night look like for Danielle Green?" He asked.

"Well...smetimes I like to go out dancing with my girlfriends but it just depends on what i got going on. It's odd hours at work. Sometimes, I don't want to cook if Ibeen out there all day too so i eat out a lot. I like home cooked meals but I don't have time to make them that often."

"Well...if all goes well maybe Chef Ezra will have to give you a demonstration of the good life..." He chuckled. She smiled covering her mouth wih a napkin before wiping her lips and said, "I'd like that..." She said touching his left arm with a wink.

Later as he took her back he looked at her and said, "Well I want to be a gentleman but I'd hate for you to have put on all that lipstick just for you not to have smeared it a little. What does it taste like?" Though not the smoothest line, he made it so with his pearly whites and the gleam in his eyes of confidence. "You just want a taste of sugar? Aight but we're leaving it at a kiss."

They kissed briefly closing their eyes and he breathed in her scent. He hadn't been with a woman since being back in Israel. She smiled. "I like the smell of your aftershave."

He got the door for her and she hugged him giving him a peck on the cheek. "I had fun tonight. Call me!" She smiled.

"If I can;t I'll send a raven..." He chuckled. She smacked him playfully on the shoulder.

Ramona

No Des papaya.

Hector was fuming about not having killed the man he had been after. Cassandra, Aleida and Theresa were passing a blunt around as was El Cerebro and El Tramposo. "Hec...chill and take a hit! You need to loosen up, chico..." Stated Athena. Hector, just shookk his head. "Put that shit out, pendeja. There's narcs on the calles. What are you doing smoking?"

Athena shook her head both as his order and at what he said. "You act like la policia can't just fuck with us just walking down the street."

El Tramposo nodded. "Man, fuck that gringo, bro. We made out like thieves with those AK's man. We don't have to keep sharing the same Rifle all the time. Mara Cucas roll up or the Asstecas and we'll be ready for em. They're wicked deep so we better be ready."

"You can get him next time, Hector..." Stated Ramona as she saw sharing the blunt. Franco walked up and ordered, "Put the blunt out. We don't need the police to give us any more attention than we already got./'

"Where you headed?" Asked Ramona. The gang boss smirked. "Normally, I would be conducting there's a football game on today. I'm going to watch it."

"Want company, hermano?" Asked Buho. Franco shook his head. "Not this time. I just want a beer and to watch the game in peace. We're playing Mexico. We need a win..."

Franco went into his house. "Asshole..." Buho growled an d the others chuckled. Just then they noticed Santiago a curly haired Colombian male with light brown yellowish skin wearing a Colombian soccer jersey approached. He stood at five seven and was a mestizo with almond shaped hazel eyes. His nose was slightly wide but not completely.

"Why don't you hit this, Cuervo?" Asked Cassandra. He shook his head. "No. Not this time. Maybe later."

"When do you ever turn down a joint?"

They noticed a dark blue Cavalcade rolling by. The front and back right side window rolled down and two pistols were aimed out the window from the first while the second aimed just one. They were aiming at Ramona and she dove behind the stairs up the side of the house as they opened fire. "There's that bitch! Hit her, nigga!" Growled one of them.

Ramona had ducked on instinct but the thought raced through her mind. What?! Me?!

She had kicked up dirt since getting back into town but she knew she hadn't kicked it off with any black gangs. She'd killed members of Marabunta, the Aztecas the Lords and the Madrazo Cartel. She retrieved her Glock 19 from her waistband and fired six shots back at the vehicle. El Carbon took two rounds, one in the chest and one in the right black Colombian fell over bleeding. "Maldito!"

His cousin fired back and struck the man with one pistol in the right arm and elbow with a shot. Hector also returned fire as did Theresa and Cassandra let off a few shots as well but the Cavalcade tore up the street. Another gang member was firing from the left side of the vehicle in the back seat. Ramona fired striking him once and he fell out the window on his back. The other two gang members fired back at her and she barely avoided the rounds as one soared past her left ear. Tramposo and Cerebro rushed the fallen gang member kicking him in the side.

Tramposo aimed his own iron, a .45 at his forehead. "You're dead, cabron!" Franco ran grabbing the gun. "No! Idiota! Do not kill him...he has to live at least long enough to find out why he shot me..."Franco had been hit really only grazed with a shot to the right wrist but he let the blood spill into the gang members eyes.

Ramona pistol whipped the gang member. "Where you from puto?! Tell me now...save yourself some trouble...and pain..."

"Fuck you, bitch! You aint shit!" Franco jammed his left thumbnail in his left eye. The gang member screamed as blood erupted as he ripped through the fibrous tunic, and Franco grabbed him by the face and let the blood leak into his good eye more so he would be blinded. "You still have one good eye. It can always get worse..."

Franco beckoned to El Hollin who was holding the wounded Carbon. "Lleva este pedazo de mierda a mi casa segura. Vamos a tener una larga conversación de corazón a corazón con él."

(Get this piece of shit to my safe house you're going to have a long heart to heart talk with him.)

El Hollin brought him to the trunk of a gray Hermes.

"Patron, mire su tinta."

(Boss, look at his ink)

Ramona looked as well. It was a chessboard on his right arm with a black bishop facing a white king that had forfeited and was knocked down all though in chess a knocked over piece meant surrender, with the ink that was done, there was no other way to convey the point. "He's from Halbrook Street. Out there in Rockford..." She told Franco.

"I'm not from this city, Ramona. Not like you. You're going to have to tell me who they are."

"One of the oldest black gangs in the city that's still around..." She replied.

Buho added, "They're cool with Cherry Park. Those idiotas are the oldest moreno gang in the city..which would be fine but they've been Baller wannabes since the 90's."

Hector stormed up to Ramona and punched her in the face. Virtually everybody screamed at him for it. Ramona got up with a bloody upper lip. Buho slammed Hector against the side of a Bobcat. "What kind of punk shit is that?! I should kick your ass!"

Ramona kicked him in the balls. "You wanna go toe to toe with me, cabron?! You're outclassed..."

'

"Fuck...is that why you gave me a shot...to the huevos?!" He growled.

"What's your problem?!" She demanded.

"You just almost got me shot. You're telling me all the time to not start shit where it doesn't need to happen...but I saved you motherfuckers from getting taken by the Lords. ME! And now you get us in some shit with the Bishops?! The fuck did you do, bitch?!'

"Cuervo..." Franco said addressing him by his street name. "This angers me too. I do not know what Ramona did to that gang to anger them but we are going to learn the truth..."

He was getting

Buho punched Hector in the gut. "You don't hit a woman, pendejo especially your sister..." Hector wheezed and his eyes bugged out. "Fuck that...!" He growled. "I treat her the same as if she was my hermano instead of a hermana! She almost got me shot. And we don't even know why. You expect me to hug her?!"

Hector growled, "Why did you get us shot at?!" He glared at Ramona.

They argued the entire time as they got into the van helping the wounded into the van. "We've been summoned to the patron's house..."

"I thought Franco is El Patron?" Asked Ramona. Franco shook his head. "Not for now, mija...I am in charge of our operations in East Waston but even I answer to somebody and if anybody really runs things for Parceros in Waston and in Liberty City, it's this man...he will have us deal with what has been done today."

5 Hours Later

They were quite out of their way. Ramona saw the boss. He was a skinny but tall man for a Colombian with an olive complexion and a short buzz cut. His brown eyes gave off an eerie vibe, like he could see inside the soul. "Mucho gusto, Ramona...mi llamo Pedro Canales but most call me El Buitre. Many think that nickname is disrespectful but I embrace it. I embrace my nature, entiendes? I am a vulture, we all are."

He stared at Hector in a way that Ramona didn't like. "Even him. To have a name like El Cuervo...he eats teh flesh of his enemies too. and then there's Buho...he watches out for the barrio...a night owl."

"Yeah, I notice most of us have names cause of flight. I'm just me though. I have no nickname."

"Well that is odd seeing as how you are ex Air Force."

"I'm not Ex Air Force. Once in the Air Force always in the Air Force. What are we going to do about what happened? I think I know why they came after me but I'm not sure all the way. Franco said you'd know what to do."

El Buitre stared at her long and hard and then got a grin on his face. "Yes...you look militaristic enough. First we will dye your hair today. Blonde. The most extreme difference from you the better."

"What?! I aint being no fuckin rubia!"

"This one's got fire! I like you chica...but you will do what I say. You know who I am. Even Franco listens to me. If you do not there will be consequences."

"Okay..." She stated. "I helped a woman the other day from a few men trying to kidnap her. Or rape her. I cooperated in the police report. I told them what happened and they ruled it a justified shooting. They're on their way to jail. All though one died that day."

"Para que estos nos muestren el respeto que merecemos, debemos darles una lección. Los hombres que te dispararon estos disparos deben ser un ejemplo.'

(In order to get these to show us the respect we deserve, we must teach them a lesson. The men who took these shots at you must be made an example of.)

He directed them to a garage. Inside the garage was two police cars. He pointed to her, then El Hollin and Buho. He also looked at Tramposo. 'You two will go and shake down some gang members from that neighborhood. It does not matter which people you take. Then you will make an arrest, drive them out of the way and make an example of them. Should you run into any trouble.. call me."

Relctantly, Ramona bleached her hair. She hated the washed out look. After it dried a while, she was provided with Waston 'PD uniforms and the four of them put them on. Tramposo was partnered up with El Hollin. Trampso told the black Colombian, "Está bien, hermano. Vamos a Rockford. Como no hablas inglés, déjame hablar yo solo."

(All right, bro. We're going to Rockford. Since you don't speak English, let me do all the talking.)

"Puede que no lo diga, pero lo entiendo. Si alguno de estos imbéciles me da una mierda, habrá brutalidad policial. Incluso si odio a la policía."

(I might not speak it but I can understand it. If any of these assholes give me any shit, there will be police brutality. Even if I hate police.)

They pulled up to the neighborhood and got out. "Yo five o!" Cried a lookout. Gang members and drug dealers hid or tossed contraband. Buho and Hollin contacted them first. They were already talking to the closest hustlers on the corner.

El Hollin as well as El Carbon, Ramona could tell, were not friendly with African Americans. They got along with the rest of the black diaspora but with African Americans due to the language barrier and the prevailing attitude against black Latinos was enough to sooner trust a brown Colombian than a black American.

Even a white American they would trust less than a white Colombian. With this it came as no surprise when El Hollin slammed the Halbrook gangsters face against the hood of the car before giving him a punch to the right kidneys.

"Tell us where the fuck those shooters are or we're gonna violate your parole!" Tramposo ordered.

"I aint no snitch! Fuck you, pig!"

El Hollin finished cuffing the first man while Tramposo put his guy in the back seat. "Accessory to attempted murder. Obstruction of justice if you know about the shooting and don't say nothing."

"What's the matter, BROTHA?! You aint got nothing to say?!" Growled another gang member mad dogging Hollin. The Afro Latino kept silent to not reveal he was not fluent in English.

"Go head and book me then nigga fuck the police!" Ramona, meanwhile frisked the gang member she had against the wall and he grinned, "You like what you feeling, girl? Why don't you let me go and we can go back to my casa and do the loco thing?"

"I didn't feel a thing. Must not be anything there..," She smiled. "I did find this though..." She held up the .25 he had been carrying. "What';s this for, Jamal?" She demanded as she had ascertained his identity.

"Protection."

"You do any drive-bys with this?'

"I don't know about no drive-by."

He then sneered, "What's with the blonde hair, J Lo?" This made her want to roll her eyes but she locked dead on at him. "Yeah you got those two house niggas up here, and you trying to make your hair like a white girl."

"Get him outta here..." She said to El Hollin and Tramposo. They did as she asked. She turned to Buho. "Ready, partner?"

He nodded. "Let's go get some bad guys."

They flashed the siren and the car pulled over. Ramona and Buho approached with their pistols drawn. "Out of the car with your hands up!" She called.

They got out. "You have one chance to live. Where are the shooters that did the drive-by in East Waston?!" Buho demanded.

"Fuckin ya mama stroke..." Stated the first gang member, a dark overweight male with short dreads wearing a white jacket over a black shirt and baggy blue jeans. "Hold up..these mothafuckas aint no cops!" He went for his gun a Glock 22 but Ramona fired striking him five times, three in the chest and two in teh stomach.; He fell over coughing bl;ood His friend rolled out of the car wielding two Walther P99's.

He fired two shots each and struck Tramposo in the chest. Luckily, despite the uniform being fake, the vest underneath it wasn't. He still groaned, however. Buho and Hollin lit the man up. He fell with five rounds in him. Two from Buho three from Hollin.

Two more came out. The first had a .22 but he was struck once in the head by Ramona. The other was running and she let him have two in the back. Before long, the ambulance showed up and they got the four of them loaded up. To all driving by it looked like an officer involved soon found herself sitting in the back of an ambulance with her handgun on the back left thigh of one of the gang members who had been shot, the man she shot in the back. He was coughing up blood.

"Why did they shoot at me?!" She demanded.

"Fuck you, bitch! Take your ass back to Mexico!" She pistol whipped the back of his head. He coughed blood all over the stretcher and she did it again. "Aight...AIGHT! Man fuck...! I can't focus on shit if you keep hitting me, girl!" She pressed the barrel which was still hot against his left ear and he screamed. "Why'd your boys shoot at me?!"

"Aight...it's cause you shot two of their boys, man! Got em jammed up on a rape charge!"

Ramona panted. "You talking about that blanquita they tried to rape? The gringa?"

"I aint know about all that I'd heard she wanted it! You know how them snow bunnies be! They even make ya'll look tame at being ho's!" Ramona pistol whipped him again.

"What I just say abotpistol whipping me?!" Demanded the gang member.

"That'ds what happens when you piss me off. Besides...one of two things are gonna happen/. Yoiu tell me what I want to know or I keep hitting you and that's gonna make you even fuzzier and i'll have to keep hitting you. Even if it does't jog your memory actions have consequences and I'll be pissed when you talk shit and I'l be pissed when you don't remember and you'lllose memory and I'll keep hitting and you'll forget but you'll be in pain until there's nothing left of your head. I won't lose any sleep but you'll die painfully. Not as badly as I COULD make you suffer but still getting your skull cracked like an egg hurts. And I'm gonna find out who did it eventually;. So you'll just waste your time and mine but I like kiling so it won't be too much of a waste. It'll only be your time wasted. And life."

"They stay in the projects off Howitzer Avenue. Or that's where they been couch hopping at least. Theey been laying low since they tried capping your ass."

He then looked at her, "You aint gonnna kill me?" She looked at him as she put pressure on his wounds, "No. We're gonna patch you up and drop you off somewhere."

He had the rounds dug out of him when they got back. They patced him up and began to drive him back. They even gave him some oxy for the pain. He was dropped off somewhere discreet where Ramona knew there would be maybe one or two witnesses but not a bunch. She and Buho pulled him from the car taking his cuffs off him. "Yo what are ya'll doing, man?! Dropping me off in the hood is ya'll crazy?!" She shook his hand. 'Thank you for your cooperation."

One of the lookouts spotted him. He went to go telll some of the other drug dealers what he had just saw. By the time they cop cars left, there were nine drug dealers armed with baseball bats and crowbars chasing the already wounded gang member down the street. "SNITCH MOTHERFUCKA! GET THAT NIGGA, MAN!" A 40 ounce bottle hit his wounded back and it slammed to the streets off him as he fell and the glass beverage shattered in the streets./ He cried out in pain and tried to get on his feet but they were closing in. "Come here, bitch! The fuck you tell five oh?!"

He was leaking from his head wound and he took a hard right towards an alley behind a liqour store but as he slid he almost fell over and he called back, "What the fuck ya'll doing?! Ya'll tripping, motherfuckas!" As they chased him down the alley, one of the gang members chasing him, a black male with light skin of a light beige hue standing at five ten wearing a white t shirt advertising Sprunk on it and baggy blue jeans and a silver do-rag yelled out, "Let's just stomp this mothafucka out don't shoot him we don't wanna bring the pigs back here!"

"Ya'll niggas tripping!" Cried the gangster. "This what the five oh want ya'll to think! Get off me...! I aint never snitched in my life!" He cried as they were closing in on him.

They got back to the barrio. El Buitre was there waiting. "How did it go?"

"We took care of the problem..." Ramona stated. "Or at least we know where the guys who are the problemn 're laying low but we just pulled a risky move on an interstate highway. If anybody driving by was to see our faces..."

Buho shook his head. "They didn't see us out there. It was too dark. And police shootings happen like that out there anyway."

"Yeah but that could cost us."

"It might but we could deal with it. Oh that reminds me Franco is trying to find out about Milky Malone. We're gonna be meeting with him sometime this week. We're gonna see if we can put ourselves as part of his connections."

El Hollin was sitting on the couch nursing a plate of Bandeja Paisa.

Even Hector was eating this much. it was regarded as the national dish of Colombia. This hearty dish includes red beans, white rice, chicharrón, carne en polvo, chorizo, fried egg, ripe plantain, avocado and arepa. Back in the day, in the Andean state of Antioquia, peasant field workers would start their day with Bandeja Paisa.

Ramona was admittedly a good cook however and she had cooked for the gang members that had been present.

""Todo lo que quiero es ser un buen soldado para ti, Franco. Eres nuestro mayor, estaríamos trabajando en esta ciudad sin papeles solo para ser sacudidos por los gánsteres de por aquí. Éramos alguien en Colombia pero eso no aquí no significa nada," El Hollin stated.

(All I want is to be a good soldier for you, Franco. You're our older you we'd be working in this city without papers only to get shaken down by the gangsters around here. We were somebody in Colombia but that doesn't mean anything here."

""Significa algo. Ustedes dos contrabandeados saben cómo cruzar una frontera internacional"," Franco replied.

(It means something. You two smuggled know how to get across an international border.)

""Si jefe, pero en México nos pegamos como pulgares adoloridos, no es como Colombia, Brasil o Panamá y no estoy seguro de qué bien podríamos hacer en Canadá para la organización. Este lugar es lo que tenemos ahora".

("Si jefe but in Mexico we would stck out like sore thumbs it isn't like Colombia Brazil or Panama and I'm not sure what good we could do in Canada for the place is what we have now.)

"J"El hecho de que no tenga una frontera para cruzar con la que esté familiarizado no significa que no pueda aprovechar sus habilidades. Aún conoce a algunas de las mismas personas en Colombia, ¿verdad? llamadas y ver si tienen contactos en los Estados Unidos. El noreste es mejor, pero si se trata de otros lugares, también está bien. Estamos planeando que nuestra organización sea el boleto nacional. Volvemos a poner nuestro país en el mapa para el El poder sano que tenía en los 80. Estados Unidos está más centrado en los carteles de Sinaloa a partir de ahora. Deberíamos aprovechar el caos ".

(Just because you don't have a border to sneak across that you're familiar with doesn't mean your skills can't be put to good use. You still know some of the same people in Colombia right? You can make some calls and see if they have any contacts in the United States. The Northeast is best but if it's other places this is fine too. We are planning to have our organization be the national ticket. We put our country back on the map to the sane power it had in the 80's. America is more focused on Sinaloa cartels as of now. We should take advantage of the chaos."

"Do you think we can honestly stand against somebody like Martin Madrazo?" Asked Ramona. She took a bite of chorizo.

"If we were in Colombia, yes. If we were in Mexico, no. We probably wouldn't stand much of a chance in a city like Los Santos or any San Andrean city. And Carcer and Vice City is to much to hope for just yet. But the norteast...we have a chance. Mexicanos are the third biggest Latin group in Liberty City but mosts of them, even the illegals don't commit crimes beyond that one. And we use the Parceros and the beauty of it is it's not a stret gang like the Vago doing jobs for La Onda. We're all employed by the cartel but to different capacities. So no, amiga We don't stand a chance against the Madrazos on his turf but up here in our turf we can bury that whore mongering dog. He knows better than to do a big deal like this in our city without calling. And while we're at it the Madrazzos are not welome in Liberty City either," Franco stated switching to English.

Carbon, still nursing his wound was having a side conversation with El Hollin. Hllin had stated that Franco was like family and he disagreed. He said this out of ear shot in a whisper. "Nunca quise ser nada más de lo que somos. Contrabandistas. Somos como piratas de hoy en día. Y también luchamos contra otros piratas de la droga. Pero quiero tener éxito en eso hasta que seamos ricos. Luego podríamos regresar a Colombia y lidiar con todos esos agentes de la patrulla fronteriza que hicieron de nuestras vidas un infierno. Además del alcaide y los guardias en prisión del lado panameño. Podríamos tener una vida de paz después de esto." El Hollin stated.

El Carbon shook his head. "No son familia. Tu y yo somos. Estas personas de aquí son un medio para lograr un fin porque hablamos el mismo idioma. Y era la única opción. Era eso o quedarse atrás y dejar lo nacional; La policía mata nos cuidó pero hasta él tiene su agenda. Todo lo que hace es por su propio poder. Y un hombre como Franco es tan leal como lo permitan las circunstancias."

(They are not familia. You and I are. These people out here are a means to an end because we speak the same language. And it was the only option. It was that or stay behind and let the national; police kill looked after us but even he has his agenda. Everything he does is for his own power. And a man like Franco is only as loyal as circumstances let him be.)

"Estás mordiendo la mano que nos da de comer cabrón ... ¿quieres volver a ir a Colombia y no sabes lo que es volver a dormir con los dos ojos cerrados? No dormí bien NUNCA allí ".

(You're biting the hand that feeds us, asshole...do you want to go to Colombia again and not know what it's like to sleep with both eyes closed again? I did not sleep properly EVER down there.)

""¡¿Morder la mano que nos da de comer? ¡No somos perros de mierda, Enrique!" El Carbon snapped.

(Biting the hand that feeds us?! We're not fucking dogs, Enrique!)

El Hollin sneered. ""Bien. Entonces aquí tienes una metáfora que entiendes. No muevas el bote, hijo de puta o ambos caemos en el Amazonas y o nos ahogamos o nos devoran es la prisión y la otra es la muerte".

Fine. Then here is a metaphor you do understand. Don't rock the boat, motherfucker or we both fall in the Amazon and either drown or get eaten by is prison and the other is death.)

"Which one?' Demanded El Carbon. "¿Cuál? ¿Qué es la vida y cuál es la muerte?"

(Which is life and which is death?)

""Para mí, ahogarme es una sentencia de cadena perpetua. La sentencia de muerte se la comería cualquiera de las bestias que viven en el río y el bosque del Amazonas".

(For me drowning is a life sentence. Death sentence would be being eaten by any of the beasts that live in the Amazon river and forest.)

"Tú también morirías ahogado, pendejo."

(You would die from a drowning too, dumbass.)

""Sí, pero viviría más de lo que viviría de ser devorado. La razón por la que ahogarse es una sentencia de por vida es porque podrías estar vivo un poco más de lo que estarías con una sentencia de muerte, pero los momentos que te quedan o los años que te quedan no hay vida en absoluto. Es mejor ser devorado en esa situación. Pero esto de aquí arriba? Somos nosotros. Sobreviviendo. Libres de esa jungla libres de las cárceles de Panamá, ya no ser detenidos por la Patrulla Fronteriza de los Estados Unidos. Sabes aunque yo no hablo inglés Puedo entender algo de eso. Escuché a algunos morenos cuando llegué por primera vez a esta ciudad hablando una mierda sobre los mexicanos y diciendo que nunca pueden deportarlos. Deberían haberme hablado de eso y si hubiera sabido el Palabras para decir sobre eso. Porque su lugar está asegurado en este país como ciudadanos, pero el nuestro no. Tenemos más en común con alguien como Franco que con ellos. Franco es la razón por la que alguna vez pasamos la patrulla fronteriza por una vez. "

(Yes but I would live longer than I would from being eaten. The reason drowning is a life sentence is because you might be alive for a bit longer than you would with a death sentence but the moments you have left or the years you have left are no life at all. It's better to be eaten in that situation. But this up here? This is us. Surviving. Free from that jungle free from Panama's prisons, no longer being detained by United States Border Patrol. You know even though I don't speak English I can understand some of it. I heard some morenos when I first got to this city talking some shit about Mexicanos and saying how they can never deport them. They should have talked to me about that and if I knew the words to say about that. Because their place is assured in this country as citizens but ours is not. We have more in common with somebody like Franco than we do with them. Franco is the reason we ever made it past border patrol for once.)

""¡Dices que Estados Unidos es diferente de Colombia! En la forma en que realmente no lo es. Está un poco más distribuido que Colombia, pero no es un país justo. Si fuera por eso, el barrio colombiano todavía tiene gente ¿Quiénes tienen que ser narcos para salir adelante? No es mi intención faltarle el respeto a ninguno de ellos y no se lo diré a nadie más que a ti, sino a Los Parceros. Son amigos. Pero no familia. Nuestra sangre es más espesa que el agua. Si estuviéramos todos de regreso en Colombia, ¿podemos decir honestamente que nos conoceríamos? ¿Ramona, Buho, Franco?"

(You say that like America is any different from Colombia! In the ways that really , it isn't. It's a little more evenly dished out than Colombia but it's not a just country. If it was why does the Colombian barrio still have people who have to be narcos to get by.? I don't mean any disrespect to any of them and I will not say this to anybody but you but Los Parceros? They are friends. But not family. Our blood is thicker than water. If we were all back in Colombia can we honestly say we would have known each other? Ramona, Buho, Franco?)

""¿Por qué no? Y no hagas esto sobre la raza".

(Why not? And don't make this about race.)

""La familia de Ramona es de La Guajira. Franco es de Apartadó, tú y yo somos de Quibdó. ¿Y Theresa y Cassandra y todas ellas? Son de Bogotá. Son tan jodidamente estadounidenses que ni siquiera puedo hablar con ellas. Algunas de ellos nacieron aquí y algunos eran recién llegados y se han vuelto demasiado estadounidenses ".

(Ramona's family are from La Guajira. Franco is from Apartadó you and I are from Quibdó. And Theresa and Cassandra and all of them? They are from Bogata. They're so fucking American I can't even talk to them. Some of them were born here and some were recent arrivals and they've become too American.)

"¡Pero Urabá está cerca de la frontera con Panamá! "Protested the other black Colombian.

(But Uraba is near the Panamanian border!)

""¿Y se supone que eso es algo bueno? ¡Odio Panamá! Lo siento por la gente que vive allí"."

(And that's supposed to be a good thing? I hate Panama! I feel sorry for the people who live there.)

""También solía ser Colombia, pendejo".

(It used to be Colombia too, pendejo.)

"¡Derecha! Y luego los estadounidenses se apoderaron del país en busca de Noriega. Una completa violación de la soberanía,"

(Right! And then the Americans took the country over looking for Noriega. A complete violation of soveringty.)

""¿Por qué quieres desenterrar el pasado? ¡Esto fue hace veinte años! Ahora estamos en Estados Unidos. No en Colombia ni en Panamá",He demanded

(Why do you want to dig up the past? This was twenty years ago! We are in America now. Not Colombia and not Panama)

"Vaya, preferiría estar en Brasil que en Estados Unidos. Las vistas, los olores, los sonidos son completamente diferentes. Si iba a terminar en los Estados Unidos, debería haber ido a Vice City o Liberty City. Ni un agujero de mierda como Waston. ¡Este es un lugar terrible para que vivamos! Me han disparado aquí. Y me dispararon de regreso a casa, así que, ¿qué diferencia hay? ¡Esto no es progreso! "

(Boy, I would rather be in Brazil than the United States. The sights, the smells, the sounds are completely different. If I was going to end up in the United States I shuld have gone to Vice City or Liberty City. Not a shit hole like Waston. This is a terrible place for us to live! I've been shot up here. And I was shot back home so what difference does it make? This is not progress!)

At the same time the wounded Parcero and his brother were discussing things, another discussion between Ramona, Franco and El Buitre was taking place.

"There's one thing they said about joining. No Colombians born in America...not in the international organization," Stated Buitre. "We need somebody established overseas. You can work for us and with us but you can never be one of us..." He then shot a single glance to El Hollin and El Carbon. "Even with them there's only s much I could use them for. I can't send them to Panama again. Their smuggling routes have been taken. FARC shut it down for these independents."

"Why? That's not smart./ It would be better if somebody who had US citizenship was the one flying a plane around./ There's two people federal drug enforcement agencies won't usually arrest. Women and Americans./ Most kingpins you ever see go down are men and even when there's a few women like La Reina, it could always end in blood. But they've never had a kingpin born in the states. They've never had a woman either. And with my pilots license and my Air Force service, I'm practically a model citizen. I'm trying to get my parents asylum and citizenship as we speak."

"Do you understand that there is a civil war going on in Colombia? It may be asymmetrical warfare and it may be low intensity but it has been happening. The federales have their problems with us but we are staunch capitalists. We are not Marxist guerillas. We are better for Colombia overall than anybody else. If thy think differently they should look at the ELN and FARC and see what they have done. At least in our business we don't recruit children. You join us, even as just a hired contractor that we prefer, you have to be all the way in. Your dedication would have to be the same."

"That's not good enough. I want the fringe benefits too. Mansions, cars, boats. I'm not just some glorified Mercenary. You want one of them call Merryweather."

"What if I told you that you were better off not being officially connected in any way? If we were going to use somebody like you...a woman this wuld be unprecedented and sure you could be a big time queenpin like La Reina. In fact you wouldn't be the first queenpin at all...but you would be the first one that was Americana. Most Colombian Americans are law abiding citizens.

"Are you saying nobody would have ever done that?"

"Nobody that I have worked with uses minors. Even your brother is legally an adult. We prefer our members t be a bit older too. Somebody like Hector is better as a soldado in our organization. Not with the official Colombian connection. But as a liason between the nortenos born here and the paisas. He'll have to learn diplomacy and patience and he's a long way from that but somebody like you? You would be better as somebody not officially on the radar."

"What do you mean?"

"Air Force Combat Patrol. This is what you did in the war? What responsibility is it? Your unit was considered the elite of your branch of the military. What do they do?"

She nodded. "Si. I've flown missions in Kandahar. In the Force nobody sees death as up close as a Marine. But I did. To most groups on the ground I was just a disembodied voice. But every little bit each branch does matters. When I got put in Air Force Special Operations Weatherman...I saw combat on the ground."

"Weathermen? What do you do there? Stand on the camera with your chi chis out? The way they do things in Europe. And you're not a man. Unless that's how you really are the best gunner we have. You got a secret set of huevos under there, Ramona?"

"Fuck you, Franco."

"Don't get emotional. You didn't answerer mu question."

"It's not that you don't take me serious cause I'm a muchacha. It's because you also belittled my station in the military. You know nothing about what we do. If thy ever sent us against your cartel you'd be finished."

"Again, Americana you still haven't answered the question. If you're so proud to be from that force what do you dp?"

"It's what it sounds like. It's not a joke. They can literally forecast the weather above a fight, kill the enemy, and direct artillery — official mission of the U.S. Air Force field weatherman is as a ground-level, small-unit meteorologist who provides accurate forecasts for the purpose of air asset deployment."

She stepped up to Franco. "I've fought and I've surveyed hostile territories. And I've seen my own handiwork both from the ground and the sky. Either way places got bombed."

The bandaged cartel boss nodded. "Then we can beat all these other cabrones in the barrio. Whatever these other crews have they likely don't have special forces."

Buitre agreed. "We'll give you a chance. But your membership would have to be secret. You're better off clandestine than officially tied to us even as I've never been arrested by American authorities I suspect they know who they are. And these law enforcement agencies with their drug laws...they are always looking to find a Colombiano to blame America's cocaine addiction on. You see it was smart to set up here in Waston compared to Liberty City."

"Nt really. There's 7000 Colombians in this state and most of them are in Waston. I probably know at least half of them...criminal or not..with less of us here it's easier to pinpoint all the Colombians."

"If you think the grass is greener in Liberty City I can assure you that it isn't. It's just a different kind of headache. More Colombianos? Si. But that also means more narcotics agents after us and there is a lot more competition. Taking over a city like Liberty City even in ideal circumstances at the height of our power in the 90's would have been insurmountable. Waston is more ideal. They're not used to cartel killings so when one happens these small town idiotas will give up."

Buitre chuckled. "You want to know why we're giving you a chance? To be one of us? To be a cut above the rest of the women? It's because you're Air Force. And because western women have one advantage over men as fighter pilots. Look at the way Americanas are with their husbands. They divorce them, take their houses, everything they own. They bitch about the patriarchy when they have never lived in a real one. Most homeless,work related deaths are men. But now..that's how I know some of you are ruthless. Female pilots have arrogance, selfishness and lack of empathy which allows them to not be as concerned with the people they are bombing on the ground. Military pilots do this a lot more than they engage other aircraft."

The statement had an element of truth to it but she had a lump in her throat.

Death Row

2 Days Later

Ramona had been texted an address to meet up. Now they were meeting with Milky Malone.

"I know you've ran this city for years. Especially South Waston. We're the ones who protect the barrio in the East. The North End mob wanna push back. We can help you and we heard you got an alliance with the morenos and the Triads. Why weren't we invited, Frank? You know me. You know my reputation."

"You aint exactly a united front. If there was any organization I would say deserves a seat at our meetings it'd be the Lords. They have it the most together. They're the most organized. Marabunta is bad for business and the Aztecas are not strong enough to make an alliance with but the Lords...they got numbers and organization."

Ramona, Buho, Franco were present. Milky was there along with Cameron and Danny and Mr. French.

Danny nodded in agreement. "Plus they got multinational Latin American membership. Most of the other gangs in Eastie only represent one country or another. It aint fuckin team Mexico Salvador or Colombia. It's the entire fuckin means more income."

"These are gangs. We are not a gang. We're the cartel. And that entire...como si dice...'Soccer' league needs their energy fueler."

"What about us viejo? You forgetting we keep this city supplied? We got connections to the cartels in Colombia not even the Mexican cartel has."

"That's not you..." Sneered Milky.

"You can't fool me..." The Irish American gangster said the words slowly. "That might be your friends back in Colombia but it aint you. If you were really the man in charge and you were connected like you say you are there'd be no reason for you to talk to me. But I don't bet on losing horses."

"What are you talking about? We're still connected to back home. I make one phone call the pipelines dry up here and nobody gets a re-up except us and whoever we decide does."

"If you had that kind of power you'd use it already...or you'd be all the way in Liberty City."

"This is bullshit/..." Buho stated. "Out of all the motherfuckers you deal with only one faction is really united and that's the Triads. You make exceptions for whichever organization you wanted. It's not even the fact that you do that shit that's what's wrong with you homie...it's the fact that you even pretend like this coalition to make our hustles across the city go smoother is everybody being equal. We all know it's you who's running shit..."

"If that's how you feel then why don't you just unite the Hispanic organizations best you can? Nobody is above the cartels and that's who everybody gets product from. And I mean everybody. Look at us Irish though. We don't have to unite with any other groups to run a city. We aint cool with the Italians. We've worked with the Jews and the Polish as associates in this city and other cities but that's all it ever amounted to. Being associates working to make some wop rich.'

"We don't feel any way one way or another about them..." Stated Tramposo. "And you might not NEED to unite with other white boys but you have. Even you, Frank. You've worked with the Sicilians before, homie..."

"Let's get one thing straight. I aint your fuckin homie/. I aint your dog. I run this city and it didn't come easy and you can bet your ass it came with a price. Blood. And war with the guineas. All of youse may think I run this city alone but the north end guineas have their numbers here and outta state. They're outside the state and they can bring in more men to try and take me down. These fucks have been trying to end me since the 70's. You aint nothing but a pawn and you're either on my side or theirs."

"We aint swearing no allegiance to you while you haven't even offered us a seat at the table..." Ramona warned.

"You haven't even dealt with your enemies in East Waston. At least enough to a point where I know that you're the ones that are the big fish in a small pond in that neck of the woods."

"Did the Vespucci Point Dogz do that?" Demanded Ramona.

"It don't matter they're a local crew. You all came here mostly in the 80's."

She wanted to tell him that he was more of a recent immigrant to Waston than she was in the long haul. Since there was Amerindian populations all over the Americas before Coilumbus and it wasn't impossible for a Wayuu to be this far north for trade or travel, she rolled her eyes at him. "It only takes a first generation to be born here to be a local. Your familia came here on boats..." She stated. "Mine came by plane to Estados Unidos but...it's possible to walk from South America to Waston. You can't walk here from Ireland."

"Yeah? Then why don't your parents walk on back? Should see em in a year or two. Maybe. Assuming they don't run into trouble at some of the checkpoints. Much faster to just get a boat, a car or a plane but hey...you said they can walk..."

"Calmate...'" Buho warned placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm calm..." She said. Inside she wanted to unload on Malone but she knew that would be consequential. Plus she knew that if she was temperamental the way Hector would be in this situation, then she couldn't be an example to him and get him to control his temper if she was. "Maybe..." She said to Milky. "Around the time it takes you and that prostate of yours to get a steady flow of piss...or get a hard on."

Milky paused then laughed. "Well you got me on the prostate so I see you've done your homework. But the other thing you've been mislead. Just the way you're talking to me I'm at half mass already why don't you show us your tits, sweetheart...get me a full chub."

"Milky...is this how you show leadership? Acting like a pendejo in front of your own soldados? A leader is supposed to lead but you're a coked out degenerate. Somebody that runs this city...big fish small pond type shit should be clean and sober don't you think? You're smart enough to mention you knew about her parents. Should have left it at that..."

"Hey there's gotta be some way we can keep this civil, right?" Cameron stepped forward. "Frank, I just recognized the young lady. That's Ramona and she helped me with that thing..." Ramona knew she had seen him before.

"We can keep it civil, Cameron. And nobody here saw you. But you know what? I think we made a mistake trying to seek a partnership anyway. You got the cops in your pocket. Bueno. We got the cartel..."

"The real cartel leaders aint at this fuckin meeting..." Sneered Milky. "You're drug mules at best. You aint the real bosses..." He made a mule noise at him. "Got any cocaine up your ass? Let Uncle Milky do a prostate exam see if you been holding out on me. It should feel real familiar. Back at Mass..." He said with a twisted grin on his face as he reached for something and Ramona, Franco and Buho aimed their weapons at him and in turn, Cameron, Danny and Mr. French drew down on them.

"You wanna do this,babeco?!" Growled Buho.

Danny and Mr. French had their weapons drawn. Danny had his weapon trained on Buho while Mr. French had his iron at Franco's head.

"No...there's no reason for us to do anything..." Cameron stated. "That girl right there helped my girlfriend..."

"What?' Frank asked.

Cameron leaned in and whispered it all to him.

"Maybe...we can do business down the line. But you gotta be able to take out some of the barrio competition. I don't care if it's the Mexicans, Salvadorans or Puerto Ricans. I'll work with somebody from Eastie but I aint working with every Eastie."

Ramona walked up and approached the Irish American gangster. "Maybe we got a lot of competition. But word on the street is the Lost are pissed at you for what was done to one of their soldados. Plus there's one thing I learned about you since I've been back. You rip off and tax drug dealers and you sell them but you and your boys don't know shit about importing. We do. That's the advantage we have and we'll have it whether you get on board or not."

The overweight older gangster chuckled. "You forget I run the ports? You wanna represent Eastie you're welcome to it but there can only be one king. You should be glad I offer you this much. If you were with the Paganellis there'd be no compromise.

"We'll agree to your terms for a coalition but we don't need your permission. East Waston is ours whether you say so or not. We were already gonna deal with our enemies..." She then stated, "You should consider our offer Mr. Malone. You don't do us any favors. We showed up as a courtesy but that's t tell you we're taking our piece of the pie. You have a chance to let that be peacefully or you get ready for war."

Franco shook his head. "The way you talked to him...that will be hard t do damage control. I'll meet him man to man on his own later."

"I'm just trying to look out for my barrio, Franco. We can make things better than the chaos East Waston is in. The Lords and their phony causes, Marabunta and their bloodthirst. Plus Los Aztecas. We gotta make an example out of all of them."

"That guy's insane. The boss aint supposed to be showing up to the arrestable meetings. We don't want to get in business with that idiota."

"I'm here. You saying I'm not El Patron?" Demanded Franco with a glare to Buho.

"I didn't say anything like that, hermano. But it's a bit different. We're unknown at least around here. A lot of these cops still don't know Parceros are a thing. They think we're just Colombians that band together on the streets and who do in prison too. We are a family. The less visible we are with tattoos and colors the way Americanos do things, the better. I'd even say maybe we shouldn't even wear the Colombian flag or any colors from it. Milky shows up to the arrestable meetings. That's suspect. Either he's a snitch or he's dumb as hell cause everybody knows him."

"Whether he is or isn't..." Franco groaned from agony. Even a gunshot wound hadn't stopped him from attending so Ramona figured that it had to be because he wanted to show strength.

The Irish Mob had not given them any indication that they knew about what had happened to Franco but the streets talked and Ramona figured that when you were a well connected man like Milky Malone it was safe to assume there was ears and eyes everywhere. Whatever the case was, she knew that had to be a factor in Franco's motivations. But she agreed with Buho that it was badly timed.

They began to drive out of there. Cassandra complained, "We shouldn't even want to get in bed with that fuckin cochino, Ramona!" She then added, "I heard that puto likes to kill women and children..."

"The children thing I never heard..." Buho stated. "But the women thing this is the streets mija. You're part of a crew and you've been shot at. You really think nobody in East Waston is gonna shoot a muchacha? They do all the time. Lords, Aztecas, Marabunta Grande, it don't matter."'

"I wasn't talking about people in the life, okay? I was talking about wives of guys in the life who aint in that life themselves. And the kid thing I just heard about that but usually when you hear some pedophile shit about somebody it's true."

"You think that's usually true?" Asked Hector. "I know t usually is with the Catholic church but you think it's just true all the time?"

"Yeah..."Cassandra stated. "It's one thing if a ho is out there fuckin and she regrets it later and accuses her hombre of rape. I see that happen a lot and those bitches are liars but when a kid says it they usually aint lying. And even if a few did I don't think anybody's lying about him."

Tramposo nodded. "I also heard that motherfucker's a snitch too. I only heard it said maybe in the North End but still. If he's a rat and he's sitting on top somebody needs to go drop him and I'd be glad to do it myself."

"Tu calmate, hermanito...we don;'t want to go starting a war just yet..." Replied Buho.

"We got more numbers on the streets than he does. We'd win a war with him if we just went at him pound for pound..." Theresa suggested.

"Nah but he's got Waston PD in his pocket..." Buho told her. "And that's not counting the allies he made with the brothers in Rockford plus the Triads in Chinatown. He can just buy help. The North End mafia they could too but they prefer to use their own guys and keep it in house. Someone like Milky can just buy whatever loyalty he wants and have them do a quick dirty job. A few guys in his crew are ex bums off the street."

"You can't buy loyalty..." Ramona replied to her boyfriend. "But getting ex homeless people in his crew...that's the kinda loyalty you can't really replace either. Somebody who took them off the street and gave them a job when nobody else would..."

"That's exactly what buying love and loyalty is what are you talking about, hermana?" Demanded Hector.

"I'm talking about a hand up not a hand out. He gave them a chance to earn their own money. That's more options than most people give the homeless and he makes sure that his cops don't even sweat the homeless the way most Waston PD might..." Ramona explained.

"I don't know I heard community outreach was doing things different with the community policing..." Stated Buho. "Maybe that's just what we're seeing?"

"He aint keeping the cops off the homeless..." Cassandra corrected Ramona. "You ever wanna see how they treat the homeless show up at 6AM where they are. Or go there like around 7PM. I usually don't even give plata to the homeless but on a few of the times after I saw how bad the cops whooped their asses I gave them money. And I've seen Malone's cops do it same as the regular cops He only spares SOME homeless of getting beat up. He asks them if they'll work for them. If they don't he has the cop fuck him up worse."

She shook her head. "I done a lot of bad shit for the parche but I feel bad for the homeless. Les doy dinero siempre que puedo. Puedo hacer un poco de bien incluso cuando lo hacemos mal."

(I give them money whenever I can. I can do a little good even when we do bad.)

Hector snorted, "Entonces eres un puto idiota. Las personas sin hogar están drogadas e incluso en este país lo tienen más fácil que las personas sin hogar en Colombia."

(Then you're a fucking idiot. The homeless are on drugs and even in this country they have it easier than the homeless in Colombia.)

Cassandra glared at him. "No me importa, Cuervo. ¡Y vete a la mierda! Además, es asunto suyo lo que hacen con su plata una vez que se la doy. Ya no es mío, así que no es asunto mío. Muchos de ellos consumen drogas porque no tienen hogar. No son personas sin hogar porque consumen drogas."

(I don't care, Cuervo. And fuck you! Besides it's their business what they do with their plata once I give it to them. It's no longer mine so it's not my business. A lot of them are on drugs because they're homeless. They're not homeless because they're on drugs.)

"Why do you think giving away money to the homeless makes you a good person, nina? You think giving a bum who shits his pants money is gonna undo all the shit we've done?"

He turned to Ramona and Buho. "Even you two. You were Lords before we had any of this shit. You rolled with them and now we're at war."

"We were Lords cause when we were coming up that was who defended our gente in the barrio. In fights and school and shit. If a Mexican or Puerto Rican kid or even a Colombian had problems there was them to turn to. Ramona...she did things for them but she was never one of them. At best you could call her a sleeper. But Los Parceros are a much better organization. We're homegrown."

He left it unsaid but another reason they had defected was that the Puerto Ricans had more power in the organization than any other Latin American group including Colombians. With their ties to the Colombians in Liberty City and in Colombia itself, they could count on more numbers but still not as much as what the Lords had.

"I just can't believe the nerve of that motherfucker..." Cassandra said with a shake of her head. "Milky Malone thinks he's mr. Macho Man? If he ran into a couple of locos from Bogota on the street and he looked at them sideways they'd chop him up and feed him to the crows. He can't even..."

The blast from the Itaca hit Cassandra in the right ribcage and she cried out falling over in the van. The handgun and even some of the SMG rounds had been stopped by the vest but the shotgun got through. "That's for the homie! putting him on a billboard? Fuck ya'll!" Yelled the puerto rican gangster. "Cassandra!" Cried out Theresa. "Cassie, hang on, nina we're gonnaget you help!"

Ramona fired off a barrage of rounds from the Uzi but the car was already speeding away and he fired at her but her vest held somehow. "Amor de rey mothafucka!" His homies covered him ducking back into the car by firing a barrage with Mac-10's.

"Aleida...I can.c...c..can't breathe...they my ribs..."

Ramona checked her stomach and looked at the wound. "I think the blast broke her ribs. One of them punctured her lung..." She had seen this kind of injury before in a crashed pilot who had been shot down over Afghanistan and though he had managed to crash land the plane safely and she had saved his partner in the plane, the man didn't make it. "We have to get her to the hospital!"

"We shouldn't risk it, Mona! We gotta get one of our doctors to patch her up! The cops will ask too many questions when she's trying to rest up!"

"I don't care about the legal problems we have! franco! You can brbe the hospital officials. Threaten them whatever the fuck...'

"You don't give me orders, cabrona! I looked out for you and your hermano him while you were out of town and you when you got back!"

"I looked after myself. I appreciate the hospitality but we need to fuckin save her so shut up and keep pressure on her wounds! I gotta drive and it's all hands on deck!"

Franco cursed as he and Buho kept their hands on Cassandra's wounds to stop the bleeding where she could. Ramona yelled out, "Do any of you got a pen?! Her lung is being crushed listen to her breathing!"

"There's no straw!"

"Hector..." Rasped Cassandra and the young Colombian man cradled her as she was bleeding out. "I got you. Just hang on! They only clipped you you're gonna be all right!"

"Hector...if I don't..m..m..ake it...will you...?" He understood what she was asking. His blody hand grasped hers. "You got my palabra..."

She smiled but began coughing up blood. "Hang on..." She began to make horrible sounds as the air was starting to crush her lung. "Come on there has to be a fuckin straw, a pen, something!" Hector barked.

"This war has gon too fuckin far!" Barked Aleida. "We keep beefing with the fuckin Lords, the Aztecas and Marabunta!"

They got back to the barrio and got her out of the car but Cassandra had coughed up more blood and was no longer conscious. She was gone.

"HIJO DE PUTA!" Growled Ramona.

Hector stared in horror at the girl who had been his friend for so long and had been a friend with benefits on occasion. Now there was no way to make up anything he had said to her.

As they got ready to get their stories straight should the cops come knocking while also laying low, Buho vowed, "We'll get revenge for her. We'll wipe the Lords outta Waston if that's what it takes."

"Call El Patron..." Ramona replied. "Tell him we're going to war."

Cuervo was later crying thinking about Theresa. Ramona saw him and he tried to hide his tears. They were silent tears but his eyes were very red. She wanted to embrace him and try and comfort him but had had taken a swing at her and she wasn't about to forgive that easily. She wouldn't unless he apologized and she knew now he wouldn't. When he was little, when thy were little, the two of them had fought a lot but Hector had been a kind hearted kid. He had always tried to keep the peace with his big sister.

He would often apologize even when he wasn't wrong just for the sake of keeping the peace. When their parents had gotten deported as she was in the Air Force, Hector had been left alone. When she'd gotten out of the service, and she had returned to the city he had changed. Franco had pretended to be his legal guardian and had even forged signatures of Ramona's father trying to make it seem as though they had written it as a fail safe.

Ramona thought to give him a hug afterall putting aside their problems with each other until morning but when she saw his eyes meet her and as though he was aware of what she was going to try to do.

She followed him out the door and he made his way to the rooftop. He stood looking at the gray skies, frozen. He made no indication he wanted to jump himself but he stared like a statue out at the horizon. She knew that what he had to be feeling was guilt that he had not treated her with much respect in the moments leading up to her death.

Even before he had gotten involved with the Parceros, the girls in the gang had known him and it was like when their parents had been deported he turned into an asshole overnight.

He climbed into a dark gray Landstalker as it pulled up. The curly haired Parcero who Ramona had seen hanging around Buho and Franco named Santiago was behind the wheel. "Hector stop!" She called out.

"For what? So you can talk me out of doing what needs doing?"

"You took out that gring that had a contract on his life. With the five AK's and the cat? I head about it. Don't go doing something stupid after you did something smart and successfully! If this is just to get back at me..."

"The whole world doesn't revolve around you. The Whores killed one of our companeras. If we don't hit them back we're bitches."

"Let's PLAN something then! Together!"

"Just mind your own business. You and Buho are both bitches."

"Is this just about what happened earlier? Because you deserved that."

"No. It's about the fact that both of you were rolling with them before mom and dad got deported. Even when they were both here you were a fuckin criminal. I stayed out of the life until you went into the Air Force and they got sent back to Colombia. Who else was here for me?"

As they drove through the barrio,Santiago picked up two more Paerceros both born in the states like Hector but they were in their early 20's. They had their handguns ready. "You're gonna get yourself killed, pendejo!" They pulled off and she went to get in a dark gray Cognesetti parked nearby. She hotwired it and began to look for her brother. She didn't know what directions the carload of Parceros were taking but she knew he was going to where the Lords stayed.

Jin Lao

Home Field Advantage

"Ràng wǒ hé zhèxiē húndàn zài yīqǐ!"

(Get me alongside these assholes!)

Jin Lao fired his Glock 19 out the window as he drove after the TPG goons. Gweilo Mo fired his .45 out the window and put shells through the Psychos windshield. "How do you like that, kid? It ever get this crazy in San Andreas?"

"Why the fuck are these fuckers out here?! I remember the Psychos back in Fierro! Got all kinds of wannabes from the East Bay that would try and act tough! They knew not to start any shit in Chinatown though! These guys out here are something else. The ones in Fierro are pussies!"

He then turned to the white Tong member as he had to reload again. "Jesus, Mo! Don't you have anything automatic?! High ranking as you're supposed to be?"

"I couldn't see that coming. Those Cambodians hit us outta nowhere, Jin!"

"Oh bullshit, chǔn lǘ ! After what we did to them? You think they'd really let us feeding them their friend was gonna go without payback'?"

"They din't strike back right away! It could have happened to anyone!"

"Yeah but it didn't it happened to us."

And I can understand what that means I speak Cantonese but I also know Mandarin. So don't be trying to a smart ass and think I won't know about it.

"Oh I KNOW!" Jin Lao said in a condescending tone.

"I'm from this city, asshole, Yeah, you're from Chinatown but it's the one in the city fulla fags. This city's Chinatown aint as big but it's twice as special as the one in Liberty City and San Fierro. And the one in Los Santos. You San Andreans think you're better than everybody."

"What is it with this fuckin state? This city? Every other person accuses you of thinking you're better than them including th Irish. I don't think I'm better than you motherfuckers but obviously you all think I'm better than you or else you wouldn't make it an issue!"'

"At least this city breeds real men. Weened on lobstah and clam chowdah!" Shot back Gweilo. "You San Fierro pussies can't hang. Too busy sucking each other off to get any real work done."

"This state legalized gays getting married before San Andreas did so say what you want about my home state but a fact's a fact!" Jin Lao shot back. "And the dai dai lo may accept you cause of all you done but this shit is more than that. It's beyond blood and roots...you say I'm not a true Wastonian cause I aint from here? I never wanted to get exiled to this shitty city anyway this is punishment. You know your city is trash when people send you there when you fuck up."

"Yeah well you're fuckin up just at shooting so you're right at home..." Gweilo stated.

"Shit, i didn't see you hit one of them either. That fuckin antique."

"I need less bullets but more stopping powah."

"That extra power won't mean a thing if you can't hit anybody when it counts. You say I'm an outsider? Well so are you. You were born in Waston and you moved to Chinatown later but you're still not from here. I can speak the language and know the culture. Can you say the same? I mean really know it from the inside out? Cause all you look like is a tourist."

"My place has been earned here."

"I earned my place in San Fierro. I'm not taking orders from you I don't care what Sun Wu says. I don't care how long you've been in this city compared to me. He opened his door to me and I'll give my life for his if I have to but that doesn't mean I'll listen to you.'

"If that's what you think about it, you could have made preparations too, Jin. You could have kept a Mac-10 on you if you really wanted to. Something! Anything to not take the kinda losses we just took. We try and be careful but we can only be so careful without drawing attention from the law...also you're the ones that fed them their own guys. That's next level sick shit."

"Shit..you notice that?" Asked Jin Lao. "Those pieces of shit stopped firing at us!"

"That means we're close..." Insisted Gweilo. "We're in their hood already. See all the Cambodians?" His white knuckles showcased his tension and he gripped the .45 tightly.

"Not only that..." Jin Lao pointed out. "Heading back to their neighborhood or not...they would have still killed us if their aim was straight enough...take the wheel..." Without even waiting to see if Gweilo would, he let go and the vehicle swerved a bit but Gweilo grabbed the wheel and Jin Lao leaned out. With wind in his hair and gravity pulling himn, he had to focus hard to aim and aiming was not easy with the car moving. He found it difficult and he was not going to try and do the drive-by with both hands as he feared without a hand to hold onto the side of the car, he might fall.

He let off a few rounds and saw them ricochet off the rolling streets below them and the back of the car. He aimed more carefully and fired and this time it was a hit. He didn't waste time. He yelled, "Move over! I'm driving again!" He did and as Gweilo panted, Jin Lao regained control but hit the breaks as the car swerved and Jin Lao purposefully clipped them.

He sent the car flipping over four times. Gweilo cried out from the pain. "Ahh! Yoiu goddamn mothafucka! Feckin warn me next time you pull some shit like that or I'll shoot you myself."

He got out and saw that both men were wounded from the crash. The first had a compound fracture in his left arm, the passenger. Jin Lao casually aimed his weapon at the man's right temple and fired and the slug punched a neat red hole in the side of his head and decorated his brains all over the ground. He aimed at the second man who was banged up with a bloodied head with cuts and blood running down his face and a bleeding left eye from the glass and he pulled him out of the windshield or where it had been but he stomped out the windshield first.

"Bit of advice,next time you do a drive- by be sure and bring enough ammo since you can't shoot."

"Next time...? You're gonna kill me you Chinese asshole!"

Jin Lao chuckled. "Now why am I the asshole but he's not?" He asked directing that he meant Gweilo. He suspected it was due to his heritage where as with the white Triad it was neutral aside from them being rival gangs. "After all...your country wants to use my country of origin as a bully."

He dragged him to the car and said, "You're too banged up to tie you up and throw you in the trunk so I'm riding in back with you. You hear that Gweilo?" The Tong member nodded and he moved into the drivers seat. "Fuck you, bitch...my homies is gonna ride on you...and besides this is America not China, dog..." Sneared the wounded gangster.

"Well Camodia wants to use Chinas as a bully. In this country I'm noticing this shit ya know? People get real nervous knowing that Cambodians are starting to have dealings with Beijing. When I see things like that happen I almost think maybe Asia can all get along someday. It'd be a much steeper hill with Japan but who knows? If anything, we can look to the west for how things should be in the east..."

"That's the problem though..." Mo stated. "Cambodia aint even using China so much to fuck over America. It's more off the fact that they still hate Vietnam. Aint that something? Vietnam, China, Cambodia, all allies during the Vietnam war but after that shit got complicated..."

"Yeah bitch...you're our puppet not the other way around..." Sneered the Cambodian. Jin Lao punched him in the face. "I'd keep my mouth shut if I was you. You already got a concussion and it can always get worse. You have to stay away or you'll die and with the hell you got coming you're gonna wish you could sleep without dying."

"The fuck do you want from me, man?!" Demanded the TPG member. "The names of whoever ordered you to hit us for starters..." Clarified Jin Lao. "We wanna know how high up the food chain this thing goes."

"It aint rocket science, fool! Anybody in our hood is against you mothafuckas! Ya'll think you can just try and make us a glorified crew try and push us around and have us go out there and start doing dirt for you taking all the risk while you get rich. That's what it's all about you feel me...? You Triads...always wanting respect but just expect it without giving it."

"Well tell me how killing not only Triads but also employees in a resteraunty is you showing respect?" Demanded Gweilo Mo.

"Man, who the fuck is this fool? Why is he even rolling with ya'll? If ya'll got a motherfucka like HIM in your crew then you defintly don't deserve no love from me and mine."

"We're just gonna pretend ike there's nobody like me in any TPG hoods huh? Never mind Waston. We could go and find it in San Andreas!" Gweilo shot back. The TPG member groaned, "Yeah...but not in my set...besides you the ones that act like you a cut above us. Think you above us cause you got nice suits on. Well I can buy a nice ass suit too, bitch...!"

"But do you thogh?" Asked Jin Lao. "Somehow I doubt it. You'd rather be the pants off your ass gangster. The type of gangster to do a drive-by and not even pack enough ammo in case shit got really bad for ya."

They pulled up to a warehouse on East Genesee Street in Chinatown. They removed the TpG member and the Dai Dai Lo was waiting with a twisted grin on his face. "You're going to wish you had never been born. And believe me...my words might be something you heard before but you've never felt what you're going to feel before."

Jin Lao agreed. "Yep. And the sounds you heard are nothing you've ever heard or made before but today you're gonna start screaming in octaves so high you didn't know you were able to make..."

He got a text. "I'm needed by the Dai Dai Lo. We're having a meeting with Milky Malone..." Jin stated.

"Good fuckin luck..." The Irish American Tong member stated. "I make it a point to stay away from that son of a bitch. If I ever saw him either he'd kill me and my family would be devestated or I'd kill him and that would still get me killed and my family would be devestated. You go to the meet. I'll start work on this little wannabe gangster."

He got into a dark red Oracle and began to drive. He stopped at Bao Zhi's. he saw a van where several Chinese refugees were being escorted.

"What's up?'

"The Chinese government is trying to meet up with Milky Malone. And we're a needed go between. We'll be there on behalf of my uncle."

Chao Ling smirked, "Maybe I misjudged you at first when you first got to this city.I would have never figured you would be all right with this. Something about you gave me the impression that you would have a problem with this."

"My attitude is fuck those refugees. They knew what they were getting into when they got on that boat and if they can't pay up, oh fuckin well. They're the ones who made that arrangement to come here. Nobody made them board a ship headed for America. They make a deal with us they're gonna live up to it even if it means working that debt off. I don't like this refugee attitude I see a lot of people from the old country have. I saw enough of that shit in San Fierro."

Bao Zhi shook his head. "We'll have to agree to disagree on that, Jin. I do this for the family..." He paused and looked at Chao Ling, "For my uncle. But I do not enjoy it. I know these people are our bread and butter at least part of how we make a living but I do not enjoy it. I don't know how you can?"

"It's like I said. They knew the deal. Besides...illiterate farmer trash makes China look bad. You know how this country thinks usually the smart peoplre that come from over there are rich? That's usually true but they know that China only sends the cream of the crop. Underneath it all you got these farmers that don't even have electricity or indoor plumbing..." He glared to the east. "They make our country our motherland anyway...look bad. s Triads we have self respect. We created a way for us to get rich in a country full of poverty and oppression. These people are proffesional victims. I think China could be restored to the greatness it once had if out of that billionb or more people a lot iof the farmers died off. Cause it was these assholes that sided with Mao in the war to begin with."

"You sound like you're ashamed of the old country is that what you're saying,bro?" Demanded Bao Zhi.

"No. I'm ashamed of what it is when I know what it could be. The state it's in now is nothing to be proud of. And unlike Korea and Vietnam we didn't free ourselves fron westen influence. We let ourselves get taken over by communists and before that? Colonized by Britain for centuries. We've never been enough of a united front to overthgrow the west until the Communists took over. That's what China is, Bao. A fuckin paradox."

There's a lot of beauty of that place, our holme. But I can't make sense of it. There's so much wrong with it."

His uncle turned to Bao Zhi. "You're an out of towner just as much as Jin Lao. The only reason people allw you to function as one of us is because you are family. But you are a Carcer City Triad. This is my show. You're lucky I have good relations with th Triads out there and Red Gecko."

"How is he allowed to get away with that, Dai Dai Lo? All due respect...neither f them are from our Chinatown. Plus there's this Gweilo..."

"The Red Gecko met an untimely end but a man who deserted a sinking ship rather than go down with it has thee skills of a survivor. Besides...neither one of you have been arrested on federal charges or otherwise. As far as Wastn's FIB branch knows should they ever catch either of you, if they were to find out, you only have ties to me."

"They don't know who I am in Carcer City...at least I don't think so but I run a lot of spots in our Chinatown."

"You are nit even the head of the family in Carcer City..."

They arrived at the meet with Milky. "What are we doing at a deal with an asshole like Milky? Unless he can help us find whoever hit our shipment, we should leave him the fuck alone. Besides, the way we've stayed silent all these years especially in places like Liberty City is not dealing ith outsiders."

"I have contacts in the government back home. They are going to be there and they will be buying microprosccesors."

"I thought the whole point of being a Triad as to be against the government. We rebelled against them in the 1700's. The dynasty as crooked back then and over here Uncle Sam aint doing us any favors either."

Before long, they arrived at the warehouse near the docks in Waston Harbor. They began to get into place. Jin Lao noticed that Milky had men up on the upper levels of the warehouse, guards with handguns and shotguns. Jin Lao stated, "Mr. Malone..." With a nod. Milky eyed the CCP contact.

Milky stated, "I'm concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's a good idea to show up to a business transaction with automatic weapons."

The Triads understandably had handguns as did Milky and his crew but Cameron spotted one with a Mac-10 and another with an MP5. "For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids that none of us are carrying automatic weapons because here in THIS COUNTRY," He raised his voice, "It don't add inches to your dick. You get a life sentence. So if these chinks want to nuke Taiwan in this century they better shape up and show me one million dollars."

Jin Lao translated this for all the CCP members. Then Milky continued, "What we generally do in THIS COUNTRY is one guy brings the items and the other man...PAYS HIM. No tickee no washy!" Despite Milky's attempt to antagonize Jin Lao knowing he understood while the other Chinese present did niot and while Lui Yun, did despite pretending not to, Jin Lao kept his cool.

He knew that even though this was a business deal, Milky was trying to get in his head. If he showed that what he said bothered him, it would be a problem. The CCP members brought the suitcase full of money. When Jin Lao translated this, he left out the insults. Some of them would not translate into Mandarin in a ay that would make sense.

The Triads went out to the docks getting onto boats. None of them had any idea thy were being watched by the Waston Police Department save for two people and Jin Lao was not one of them.

Ali

Saladin Of The Ghetto

"You see my brothers we are the problem with this community. I was for years and then I got caught. And Midnight is an excellent leader. But he was left to deal with the brunt of the bullshit on the streets himself. It was supposed to be both of us leading like it was in the start. But now we're back."

The Brooke Avenue gang member stepped up to Alil. "So what you saying homie? You think you finna roll through and take over?"

"No. But what I do suggest is that we form our own style of mafia. A black mafia. Comprised of different crews. A coalition. Those that sit at the table with us, eat well. Those that don't that aren't in the game...they get left in the dust."

"You want us to form a mob? What the fuck?" Bulldog sneered. "Shit we a crew. Those mob niggas dont do shit. They extinct but the hood will always be here."

'We could be one of the families in it. You could be the other."

"So you thinking we should form our shit like the Commision huh?"

"Yes. If we're going to be that element in the community we need to start making the neighborhoods clean and safe. The Triads do it. The mob does it. And while I don't know any current cartel boys in Waston like before, I'm sure if one of them that REALLY runs the barrio if he want a neihgjborhood to be clean he can and it's probably happened before. Think of Pablo Escobar. He was a legend. And he died the same year I got swept up."

"You want to make it like the Commision you gone need three other families at least. What other crews you trying to bring to the table on that?"

"We're still need more allies. We have more enemies than just Cherry Park but so do you. The old fashioned neighborhood crews need to come together."

"Aihgt I hear you on that. But you might not want to sleep on them Loc niggas."

Ali had heard of the Families and Ballas in federal prisin and had done time with them later real ones from San Andreas in fact he'd known a Baller who convertted to Islam. There had been none of that in 93 or before in Waston. "It would be better if it's a crew that's representing Waston in the right way. As bad as what we do is on these streets I can sleep at night knowing we're small time enough not to be kingpins and big time enough that we can probably get rich and retire and give this shit up."

"Why ruin a good thinhg?" Asked the other gang leader.

The Brooke Avenue leader added, "Bro, look. You ask me? I think hoping for five crews to come together and become five families is too much. We should be glad if we can get three Rockford crews to come together. We can still be a force on the streets with three families running this shit. I think you're right, Ali and we can take on that mick cracker in Southie but it aint gonna be possible if niggas cut each others throats."

"Nah ou know what homie? Lets put it all on the table. Fuck what the other niggas at this table think fotr a second. What do you think about the Families?"

"I think I'd rather have another crew that's a legit Rocktown crew not no dickriding San Andrean niggas if I only got the option of some of them well what the gfuck now that i tink about it they g

"The point is the Families represent a larger genocide. Every city has gangs and poverty but the gangs from LS influenced too many people. On top of the gangs that already existed in cities like Liberty City and Vice City The color war has taken away more needless young lives."

"So? We out here doming niggas too..!' Stated Kenard.

"Yeah but it aint over no colors. If a niggas gonna beef with me it best be about some real shit not some faggot ass purple and green, son. That's what real beef is streets that got history bad blood. Besides we don't know if the Family niggas might move on us," Tamir stated.

"The Locs might be a good ally to have though they the only ones hate Ballas as much as we do."

"Ypu're missing the point youngster. Those niggas beef with a nigga from the Cherry Park projects it's over a purple rag. The Locs hate them cause they Ballas. We hate them cause they from Cherry Park. We aint on that new age bullshit they hopped on. It was just real niggas doing dirt in the hood long beforr that faggot ass San Andreas shit came here."

"Just meet with Zam homie Im straight up giving you advice man to man. We're down with you and what you asking but we just asking you to get the Families oin on iut cause believe me we goty the harder job than yall."

"How?" Ali demanded.

"We'll be the ones trying to get two more crews on this shit. Way i figure it you get two crews to back our play and we can do trhe same shit. It's just like you said. We wont have to p;lay ball with the Mob, with Milky Malone, the Triads or the cartel, man! We can keep the paper flowing just through our hoods."

"Maybe you should head on out to Decker, homie. I'll try convincing more crews. I don't expect to get more than three on board but you never know who's gonna be down for it."

They finally arrived in Decker, Waston. The Kroger Street Goonz were chilling out on the came out of the car. A shaved headed black guy with dark skin wearing a black wife beater and black jeans and he wore a pair of Loc Down shades. "So you the nigga they call Al' Asad?"

In reality, he had not been called that since his incarceration.

"I aint no nigga, youngster..."

"Homie you in your forties right I can tell. Niggas from back in your day was the one that made that shit a thing to call niggas nigga."

"That might be true but I'm allowed to learn from the mistakes of the past. That word means ignorant. I am not ignorant."

"Well there's ignorant mofuckas of every culture doe. So I call everybody that."

"Well you aren't calling me that. Are we clear?" He got in his face. "Yo man you need to get up out my face..."

"Gerard step off, motherfucker!" Growled an older black male with a lighter complexion and straight black hair. "This is Ali Ford, youngin. Big time OG. We go way back, don't we Ali?"

"Yeah to at least '89. Knew each other right up until I went inside."

"Hey ya'll niggas clear out for a minute man. Me and the homie gotta chop it up. This motherfucker was big time back in the day, baby. Moved more keys than a locksmith. Till he got caught with the wrong people. Homie, I could have told you that much just being around =Colombians any Colombians is too hot, mane. Pretty sure them motherfuckas come out the pussy with narcotics agents after they ass."

"Their country is in povertyt and that's the only way a lot of peiople can make momney but I do agree that I shouldn't have gotten mixed up with them given the circumstances. Plus they had taken down a lot of big Colomnbian kingpins that year in Colombia."

"Shit I'm just saying that's probably how the white boys do they put the narcotics agent on them like us but that's just a whole country of them and they ip here too. They on another level and it aint worth it to me to go that high up cause as much shit as the pigs throw at us at least if I get caught with some weuight I can come out some day. They catch them kingpins and theey aint evr getting out."

"I'm lucky I was only caught with a smaller amount than most kingpings move and for that reason that and I';d never been to prison before I got out. The men who were incarcerated with me from Colombia never will. So you might be right about that. But just the same if I'm being honest, Matic, i wasn't sure you'd still be alive either when I touched down. Both..when I came out here today and when I first got out and wasn't looking to get involved with the streets again."

"Man, aint this a bitch? You understimated your boy Matic? Gotta give me some credit, baby. I went to th pen too, mane. I aint do no federal kinda time like you but I did a nickle. And that's on top of my bids in county jail plus juvie let's nor forget. I been to the pen more than you."

"In total when you count your juvie, county and prison time how much time does that come to?" Ali inquired.

"About fourteen years."

"I did sixteen remember? Went away in '93."

"Yeah well shit aint good aroud herem, dog. Yeah I may be the man around Kroger but we still got enemies all around us. Most of em is everybody all these younger crews and hoods that aint been around as long as ours. It's like we aint beefing with none of them and they don't even acknowledge us anymore.'

"Why wouldnt they acknwlddge ya';ll?" Demanded Ali. "Your crew was responsible for thirty six of the city's shootings three years ago. Even inside the feds I was able to read up on what's happening in my hometown. If you don't have enemies then what's with all that gunplay?"

"Aight maybee I should have been more specific. We still got problems with the Wessex Street Titans."

"I'd heard you got shot and killed man, that's what the streets were saying. But it don't look like that's true at in the head with your son."

"My son was shot and so was I but I survived. I ended up asking God why right before. But then I understood I was just talking to myself."

Ali then told him what his plan was. "You know what, mane? I'm down for that. Cause I know you street. Try and get some other crews on board. But I'm just wondering something, dog. How you gonna get motherfuckers down. I gotta talk to some of my people and see how they feel about it."

They returned home. It was nearly an hour later that he found himself socializing with those on the corner. Midnight and hee were keeping a watch over the corner boys. They were discussing what had transpired that day.

None of them noticed the dark gray Cavalcade full of four black clad African American men with ski masks over their face in the tinted windowed ride. They had two gangsters with Handguns and one shooter with an M4. They parked at the south end of Dixon Avenue. On the intersecting street, Lawndale Boulevard, four more gang members were creeping up and they exited on foot.

The Cavalcade would be doing a drive by while they would be on foot. The first shooter was a tall bald man with mahogany skin aged 28. He carried two .357's Colt Pythons. To his right was a lighter skinned black with cornrows carrying a Remington 1100 and he had hazel eyes and stood 5'9 wearing a white ty shirt baggy blue jeans, a Zip gray jacket and white Hinterlands. To the gangsters left was a short Cape Verdean man of about 5'5 who had a Walther P99 and dreadlocks and was of a medium hue between the two men.

Lastly was a man of Afro Rican descent with a Beretta M92F in his left hand and a .38 Special in the right hand. They took aim and opened fire on the group just as the SUV rolled up the street.

Ali felt the wetness on his face suddenly from his right and he turned to see who it is and he knew he was not shot but whoever was next to him was. Before he could see the face of the unlucky gunshot member who was a fellow Vespucci Point member, he was suddenly blinded as more of the blood hit his face as brain and skull matter erupted after the gang member was hit with a .357 slug in the right temple.

Staggering back, Ali ducked withdrawing his own Handgun only to be pulled into cover by Midnight. "Get down motherfucker!"

Cameron

She white long sleeve button-up shirt along with her red leather sports jacket, blue jeans with a matching belt and black biker boots.

Cameron kissed her and her mouth met with his in a fiery kiss as though she had needed him all her life. He closed his eyes enjoying the feelings of pink lips against his the cushion as they kissed. He found his hand trailing its way up her back. He kissed her neck and he felt and heard her gasp but he slowed it

He began to unbutton her white shirt revealing her pale belly and soon the maroon bra underneath as he pulled her to him he ran a hand up her abdomen and up to her chest squeezing the left breast. He began to fondle her left breast and thumbed her nipple as he took the other in his mouth while the right hand rubbed her belly down to her panties, similarly colored.

His tongue made its way down to her navel licking circles before entering the blackness of the hole. She moaned her glossed pink lips opening. 'Uhhh...ehhhh...!" She breathed.

down knowing what she had been through He wanted to make her feel safe and comfortable and not have her associate him with what had been done to her. She grabbed his manhood and mounted him as he took her breasts in his mouth and stroked her folds through her panties getting the jeans down. He kissed her thighs earning a similar shiver that her stomach being kissed had gotten. He kissed every new inch of thigh flesh as he edged her down slowly.

She jerked him as she got his jeans and boxers down and she got down next to him. "I...don't normally do this the first time but...you've been sweet to me all this time. I want to pay you back..."

. She trailed her fingers across the tip of his cock. It was already hard, rock hard.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock slowly, making sure to trace every dip and curve. There was a little bit of sweat and musk there, but she'd had worse in college. It was only another moment of teasing before she closed her lips around the tip of his cock.

Cameron placed both of his hands on the back of her head and gasped, his toes curling in his combat boots. This felt so much better than he'd even imagined. Allison's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue probing and insistent, easily finding all of the spots that made him shudder and gasp.

He wasn't surprised to find out Allison was good with her mouth. He bet she could tie a cherry stem in a knot using only her tongue, too. Eventually, his hand made it around the base of her ponytail. That was her cue to go deeper and she easily swallowed his whole erection.

"Fuck," He hissed, letting his legs fall further apart. He was practically drooling as Allison slowly bobbed her head up and down. He felt her choke, the muscles in her throat contracting around his cock. "Allie, you're gonna make me cum!" His voice was already starting to sound desperate.

She slowly drew away, wrinkling her nose lightly as a long, thick strand of saliva stayed connected to the tip. He was practically panting, so close to that edge. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his forehead. Despite the cool temperature in the cabin, there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"W-where'd y'learn how t'do that?"

"College." She grinned at him, wrapping her hand around the base and giving him a couple of slow pumps before her mouth was on him again. His cock was starting to leak and Allison was happy to lap at the tip.

She felt the hand on the back of her head again and gave up some of the control to him. She could feel her panties getting wet.

She gagged and she went to pull up, but Cameron kept a heavy hand on her head. She felt her eyes roll into her head and her whole body get hot. Her throat closed around him, squeezing him tight and sending him over the edge. There was no warning, just the sudden sensation of something hot and wet being shot down her throat.

She spluttered and gagged, pushing Cameron away. The last strand landed squarely on her face and a little bit in her hairline. She made a frustrated sound, reaching for one of the near by wet wipes. She couldn't really blame him, it was his first from her and she didn't exactly lay down any ground rules.

"Blowjob etiquette number one," She murmured, tearing open the little foil packet and taking out the damp square of papery fabric. She was glad, having half expected it to be dry as she wiped the fluid off of her face. "You gotta warn me before you cum next time." The annoyance was audible in her voice.

"Sorry." He murmured softly, his face getting hot as he tucked himself back into his ugly gray underwear. His heart was throbbing hard in his ears, making it hard to concentrate. "Woah wait, next time?" He was elated. He really got lucky meeting her .

"Yeah. If you aren't a jerk about it." She teased,

He yawned, feeling sufficiently tired after all of the carbs and the much needed release. He gave a big stretch, his shoulders popping faintly. His eyelids were getting heavy but he fought to keep them open.

"I'm tired."

"No kidding." She curled up against him. They began to kiss again and before long, the heay petting returned. He was hard again within minutes.

"There you go. Fuck, you are so wet already.", He growled as his finger slipped into Allison's underwear, barely covering her sex, soaking in her own juices. She didn't like to admit the effects he had on her, how her knees got weak at the mere thought of him. Now she was at his mercy, spread out on the bed of his motel room, fuck knows how many chicks have gotten laid in here before, one out of so many. But all that mattered was Cameron.

Cameron dipped his index finger between her folds, scooping up some of her wetness. He was right, so wet, just how he liked to see her, and had dreamed of for so long. "Look at this.", he pulled the finger out of her panties, holding it up as if it was a prize claimed by him. Cameron put the finger on her lips, smearing her own wetness along them, mixing it with her lipstick. Then Cameron leaned in, pressing their lips together to get the sweet taste of her juices along with her cherry lipstick. Allison's head was spinning by now.

Once they separated, Cameron sat up straighter and pulled Allison with him. Now they were both in a sitting position on the bed, His back against the headrest, Allison'sback against his bare chest. He was so warm, a fire burning inside of him that could only be extinguished with her juices. At first, Allison tried to cross her legs in a bit of shame, but he just tangled them with his own, pulling them apart. "Ah ah, no place to be shy or ashamed, Allie Cat."

One hand rested on her breasts while he used the other one back inside of her panties. With an easy movement, two of Cameron's long fingers slipped inside of her, making Cameron buck her lips with a soft moan. She grabbed hold of Cameron's thighs, digging her fingers into the muscles there, so hard her fingernails were leaving tiny marks behind. Red strikes of lust as Cameron started to move his fingers in a 'come here' motion, only planning on making her come. What a sight she was...so luscious , so fucking hot.

Allison moved and moaned under Cameron's movement, gasping at every new angle as the cop tried his best to get her ready for what's about to come and who's about to cucome m. She was soaking the sheets under them when Cameron removed his fingers from her, leaving her empty and needy. "Cameron ! Why did you stop?!", Allison complained, completely out of breath.

But Cameron? He just laughed and sucked the juices off his fingers.

Her fingers ghosted over his hard-on through his boxers, and she heard him groan into the kiss. Cameron thought her touch was entirely too light, and his hips jerked forward a bit to meet her hand further. A surge of pride went through Allison at that.

He pulled away from the kiss once again, staring down at her as his finger hovered above the waistband of her panties,

"..Can I...?" He trailed off, but Allison was too gone to care. She squeezed his dick through his boxers and nodded incessantly,

"Stop talking, and do it." He let out a groan from her actions, and obliged, sliding her panties down her thighs as she reached her hand to grab his cock. Cameron was surprised at how assertive she was, despite her shy nature mere minutes ago, but he wasn't exactly complaining. She guided his dick to her entrance, but Cameron grabbed her wrist to stop her,

"Are you sure you're-" A brief moment of panic from Cameron , when he realized she had never done this before. That he knew of. Allison groaned a bit,

"Cameron..." Apparently she was tired of waiting, and frankly, he was too. He responded by pushing into her, and Cameron let out a sound she never thought she'd hear come out of her mouth. He smirked a bit again as he began to move slowly inside of her, letting her get used to it. She gripped onto his shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling every inch of it.

"I thought...what about college?'

"I've done...that before...and had it done to me but...that's it..."

She trembled. "I'm a little scared."

He held her hand and then said, "Don't be. If you don't want to do this we don't have to."

"No...I've wanted this for months. Actually since I met you. You were my knight in shining armor..." She had tears in her eyes. He brushed them away pulling her close kissing her with a hand on her right cheek. He brushed a strand of her hair from her eye and she smiled again. "I love you."

"I love you too..."He lied. It wasn't that he didn't like her but love? That was insane. They had only just started living together. She hadn't put out for shit. Cameron was used to getting laid two weeks after dating a woman. He believed he could love her eventually. He didn't doubt it but for now, he just wanted to fuck her. He told her with a whisper as he kissed her ear and took her right hand. "If I do anything too fast or it's something you don't like I want you to smack my hand like this."

He made her hand smack the top of his hand. She looked at him with pure love in her blue eyes. She didn't say it with her mouth but her eyes said, You make me feel safe. Even though he didn't actually love her, he still liked her and cared about her and it did warm his heart that she felt that way for him. He would keep her safe. He would not pressure her to do anything she didn't want to do.

After she agreed, he began to pump in and out at a slightly faster pace, leaning his face down to hers. Her face, scrunched up full of pleasure could've made Cameron lose it, but he held it together for Allison's experience.

It didn't help when she started to make the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard after five minutes.

"Fuck..." Cameron muttered out,

"Allison, God, all mine. You're all mine" He tried to murmur out something cohesive while still keeping his pace steady. Allison seemed to like it, her mouth slacked open and moans coming out every so often.

"Y-Yours..." was all she could say, her nails digging into his shoulders as he slowly became unable to contain himself, going as fast as he usually did during this sort of thing. He rested his forearms on either side of her, forehead against hers. He kissed her again, and it was messy.

Neither of them cared. Allison just wanted to feel him close to her.

And they were so close to each other.

She let her nails drag a bit over his shoulders and Cameron leaned his head back at that,

"God, Allie-"

"Touch me, Cam... I'm almost there~" She cut him off, and Cameron could barely comprehend her, so she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast, reaching her own hand down to rub her clit harshly.

Cameron was floored at this side of her. He did what she asked, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, so that she would come like she wanted. Cameron thought he accomplished this goal when she threw her head back with a cry. She might have been a virgin before this but based on her sensitivity as her cunt pulsated over him, he realized that she had to be somebody who masturbated a lot.

Cameron kept pounding into her through her orgasm to reach his, and he barely pulled out in time to come with an equally whipped groan, the angle causing it to splatter right onto her chest, and nearly her face.

Neither of them spoke for a while, trying to catch their breath as Cameron rolled off of Allison , onto the bed next to her. She opened her eyes, tilting her head to look at Cameron with an unmistakable blush on her cheeks. She felt the sticky feeling of sex, and Cameron all over her, but there was something about it that she loved.

"That was... wow..." Not exactly the most intelligent thing she could've said, but it was all she could think of. Cameron chuckled a bit, reaching over to grab some tissues so he could help her clean herself off. She wiped off some of the splatter that had hit her neck and sat up, giving Cameron a smile.

"...You really think I'm beautiful?" Cameron threw the tissues onto the nightstand and kissed her again

"The most." He said simply.

"You're sensitive down theere...most girls don't come their first time...you uh...you flick your bean a lot?"

She turned tomato red. "Cameron!" He chuckled. "What?"

She nodded admitting it. "I thought of you a lot. In the shower...I'm...a very sexually frustrated person.

Her smile widened.

"Can we go again?" She said, excitement laced in her words. Cameron's' eyes widened a bit. "What?"

"Please?" She tried to persuade, crawling into his lap once again. Cameron groaned at the feeling of their skin touching and playfully rolled his eyes a bit,

"Fine. But only one more time."

It wouldn't be, but he would be okay with that in the end.

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That's it for this chapter it was supposed to be longer and a lot of it had to be cut out but I wanted something updated. Decker is based on Mattapan, Boston.

Kroger Street Posse is based on the Lucerne Street Dogz.

Brook Avenue Goonsz is the basis for the Greenwood Street Posse. They will be appearing in a different chapter. They are enemies in real life with Colombia Point Dogz as of 2015 or so but idk if this was the case in 2009 so i'll show them as allies first before they end up as enemies.

The gang Halbrook Street Bishops or just Bishops are based on the Lennox Street Cardinals. They're rivals of Colombia Point Dogz and allies with the Orchard park Trailblazers. Those were who just went and hit up Ali X's hood. I also had people calling Ali Ali X and Al Asad (The Lion) due to his family upbringing and prison incarceration and Allison im referring to as Allie cat or Allie so that if I spell it different nobodyu confuses the two if you heard Ali as in Muhammad Ali and Allie as in Allison you would never confuse the two but sometimes writing it out will cause confusion.

Jamie Lynn Sigler is the visual basis for Liora. Not sure about too many more of the others./ Next chapter Ezra goes on his date to a comedy club and he and Archie will ejd up in a Lost MC bar and in a barfight.

As for the shooting that happened in which an unknown character got shot and killed next to Ali, will be tied into a shootout I will have between the Lost and Milky Malone and his crew.

I didnt have much of Ezra so i figured i would at least show the rest of the church shootout he had with the Italian mobsters that i had cut off accidentally in a previous chapter.

The

Yancey Arias is the visual basis for Pedro Canales AKA El Buitre.

Al Asad is Ali's nickname which means The Lion in Arabic because when Eamon Walker has facial hair on the thicker side in Oz and he grits his teeth or growls you can kinda see it. But it's not pronounced Al Ah-sad. It's pronounced Al Ah-sah-do as in do.'

Wessex Street Titans are based on the Norfolk Street Bulls who are enemies of Lucerne Street Dogz.

Jamie Lynn Sigler is the visual basis for Liora.

The scene with Milky is based on a scene in The Departed where he sells microprsesscors to Chinese government agents.

As for what Buitre was saying about Colombian Americans compared to Colombian nationals as far as cartel shit ges with Mexicans I'd say it's the polar opposite with Mexican Americans more likely to commit crimes than foreign born Latin Americans. Even undocumented people that obviously did have to come here against the laws most of them don't break any laws other than that one. You could take the states with the highest amount of so called illegals. California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, hell even Illinoiis with Chicago and it still wouldn't compare to the crime rates commited by American citizens just in cities like Chicago and Detroit and Newark.

But then Salvadorans are more like the Colombians in that regard too the only country I would say brought significant crime with its migrants in Latin America would be El Salvador and maybe Mexico and Colombia but Guatemalans, Peruvians, Ecuadorans, Bolivians, Nicaraguans, Costa Ricans, Hondurans usually fly under the radar in even with those countries that did bring a lot of criminals, most still just worked. El Salvador's problems are its post civil war shit. Contrary t what yo heard, the areas when peace first happens after a war in a country end up being some of the worst times

In fact wpul;dn't you say the contra wars in Central America still count as mini Vietnam wars since they were still proxies for the war?

Anyway so Cassandra died but at least while I didn't have much time to flesh out her character, I made her last chapter be a somewhat thpught provoking thing with her discussion on homeless people.

The discussion of Ishmel and the bible stems from a conversation I had with a Native Christian who said that in his opinion despite the Jews being the chosen people back then, the way Sarah treated Ishmel's mother would at least in his eyes sew the seed of the bad blood between Hebrews and Arabs to this day despite being genetic cousins and also the well of zem zem that the slave got water from for Baby Ishmel is supposedly the same well that Muslims say they visit during their pilgrimage but i kind of wonder if that's true why isn't it a place the Jews honor too?

Anyway I don't necessarily agree or think that's where animosity between Jews and Arabs started but it is an interesting theory regardless cause in his mind he thinks had Abraham just let the slave woman and Ishmael stay with him or i should say if Sarah had let them stay Arabs and Jews might have never been at odds with each other. It doesn't have to be true in this story either but it's just an interesting theory and it's one that I'm cool with having one of my OC's believe about it cause it's different from what you usually hear about it.

Sorry about the typos i will fix it later right now I'm actually sick so you're just gonna have to bear with me.

Finally i decided on who Light Speed AKA Danielle Green will be based on though she doesn't act like her she's visually based n Foxy Brown h rapper and she will always wear the same sigmnature dark lipstick. I just kinda left that on them having a good date and yeah the dating segment was heavily inspired by GTA IV. The whole bit with Loius CK and the use of those three taboo words as much as that wouldn't fly today especially with his me too allegations those jokes killed when they came out and that was his opening act so that was also a nod to GTA IV's comedy routines from real comedy clubs.

Till next time