CJ woke up the next morning and got dressed in some new clothes. He put on a plain white T-shirt over baggy light blue denim pants and black sneakers. As he walked outside, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.
Come on, Ryder, CJ thought. You gotta pick up this time.
Unfortunately, Ryder's voice mail went off again, and CJ was becoming impatient. He was about to spend another crime spree with Catalina and he desperately needed his friend's help. As soon as the tone of the phone beeped, CJ became increasingly agitated.
"Why the hell won't you answer this damn phone?!" CJ asked vociferously. "I need yo' help, homie! I got some unstable psycho giving me a bunch of shit! Please, answer me, Ryder!"
As CJ hung up the phone and put it aside, he hopped onto the quad bike and rode up the hill in Fern Ridge right to Catalina's hideout.
CJ then took a look at the three tombstones on the left side of the hideout.
Shit, I hope those aren't three men Catalina killed, he thought.
He's only known Catalina for two days and already, he got a terrible experience on what a true psychopath was. Not even Ryder was anywhere near as crazy as Catalina. Heck Catalina actually made Ryder look more sane in comparison. With a huge sigh, CJ walked up to the porch of the hideout.
"Aye, Catalina!" CJ called as he made his was to the door. "It's Carl! Come on, let's go! We got banks to rob, baby! Come on, let's go!"
"In here, mi amor!" Catalina called back seductively.
CJ really had a bad feeling about this. He was reluctant to step a single foot inside the hideout. There was no telling what Cesar's psycho cousin had in stores for him.
"A'ight!" CJ said as he stepped away from the door.
"You get your sorry ass in here right now, Carl Johnson," Catalina demanded sternly, "or I shove a fucking hand grenade up it!"
CJ sighed annoyingly. Shit, man, where the fuck is Ryder when you need him?! CJ thought.
"A'ight, I'm coming," CJ replied as he stepped inside the hideout begrudgingly.
"Look, baby!" CJ started. "I really need that pape-"
Just then, he saw Catalina pull out what appeared to be a table. "Oh my God!" CJ cried out. "What in hell's name is that?!"
"This, you fucking prick," Catalina answered, "this is a rack! I'm gonna torture your sorry ass!"
She grabbed CJ by the wrists and reached for the strings.
"No, baby!" CJ pleaded as Catalina began tying him to the rack. "No! Please no!"
"You never write to me!" Catalina chastised. " You don't call! You treat me like a fucking whore! Like one of YOUR whores!"
As she reached for the cracking whip, CJ was now becoming apprehensive and was trying very hard not to soil himself. The last thing he needed was a psychopathic woman making a gangbanger soil his pants on either end. So as fearful he was on the inside, he had to stay tough and face it with dignity.
"No, baby, please!" CJ begged again. "I ain't into that shit!"
"I'm gonna fuck you up!" Catalina hollered.
"Oh, baby, please no!" CJ pleaded once again. "Please, baby, no!"
Before he knew it, Catalina was already whipping him with the whip.
"Ow!" CJ cried out in each whip. "Eh! Ooh! Aw! Ouch! Damn! Oh shit!"
Afterwards, Catalina grabbed him by the shoulder and began to squeeze them constantly.
"Yes!" Catalina cried seductively. "Faster! Harder! Deeper! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes"
CJ gave Catalina one of the most bewildering looks ever. He was just speechless and had no idea how he should even respond to what just happened to him right now. He had practically just been raped by a psychopathic woman. Maybe not in terms of physical intercourse, but it may as well have came out that way to him.
Motherfucker! CJ thought. I hope this bitch didn't give me no fucking AIDS.
CJ just wanted to forget all about it and decided to change the subject. "Maybe we can go out and rob now?" CJ asked still feeling disturbed to what just happened to him.
CJ and Catalina were later outside walking to the vehicle.
"How was it?" Catalina asked, smiling sensually.
"Different," CJ answered, still feeling rather disturbed. He never wanted to bring it up again and did whatever he could to get it off his mind.
"I knew you would like it," Catalina bragged.
"Look, baby," CJ said, trying to change the subject. "I thought we was gonna make some serious paper."
"I'm started to get really bored with you," Catalina scolded.
"I just need the money," CJ answered as he made a left turn this time.
"And I'm just a cheap fuck?!" Catalina asked, sounding rather agitated. "A whore you don't even pay?!"
"No," CJ told her. "I didn't say that!"
"Carl, I say that I love you, and you act like I'm an idiot!" Catalina told him. "I see the way you look at other women! I know your kind, Carl! I am serious! I will kill you if you ever mess around! I will castrate you first, then I will make you eat them!"
"Enough!" CJ shouted, not in the mood with Catalina's attitude. "I need some fucking money!"
"Carl, you are really boring me now!" Catalina told him as they finally made it to a small town called Montgomery.
"Please, sweetheart!" CJ begged. "I got in some real, real deep shit!"
"Okay," Catalina replied, sounding more calm this time. "Maybe today, we hit it big!"
CJ slowly made it to the small town in Montgomery, where he saw the betting shop up ahead. "I hope you drive better this time around," Catalina demanded.
"You ever driven a quad?" CJ asked her. "It ain't easy, especially when you got a screaming bitch on the back shooting past your ear!"
The sentence only proceeded to make Catalina quiver amorously. "I like it when you're angry at me, Carl," Catalina replied with a pleasant smile hugging onto herself. "I will try to anger you more often!"
"Now that, I'm looking forward to," CJ replied as he pulled up in front of the betting shop named Inside Track.
"You wanna rob a betting shop?" CJ asked as he and Catalina exited the vehicle and walked up to the front door.
"Yeah," Catalina answered, handing CJ a satchel charge. "You not man enough?"
"Satchel charges?!" CJ asked. "Where the hell'd you get them?"
Catalina ignored CJ's question and stepped inside the betting shop armed with a pistol. CJ trailed behind.
"Open the backroom door or I blow your fucking face off!" Catalina demanded, holding the owners at gunpoint. "Leave the panic button or I'll kill your children too!"
Just then, the alarm went off. "I warned you, you stupid bitch!" Catalina growled as she shot a patron in front of her. "Stupid fucking bitch! Eat my shit!"
CJ simply placed the satchel charge by the door and stepped far to the corner to his right. He used the remote control and pressed the button, blowing the door open.
"Go!" Catalina demanded. "Get in there and open the safe!"
CJ walked inside and set another satchel charge by the safe. Once again, he went to the same corner and used the remote control to blow the safe open. CJ went back to the safe to collect the money.
"Okay, I got it!" CJ called.
"About fucking time!" Catalina screamed impatiently. "You're a fucking sloth!"
Damn, CJ thought. I just got the cash and already, she's rushing me!
"Whatever," CJ replied as he put all the money inside the bag and got back up his feet. "Let's roll!"
By the time CJ and Catalina stepped outside, the police were surrounding them.
"Get in the fucking car!" Catalina shouted at CJ as she hopped inside the vehicle.
CJ complied and hopped inside as well. He drove away at high speed to outrun the cops. He cut through the grassy field and made the way back on the road on Red County. The police were still trailing behind.
"Die, idiota pigs!" Catalina shouted, shooting at the police car.
CJ just continued speeding straight ahead and made a left turn at the intersection. He made another sharp left turn to a small town called Dillimore and founded a Paint n Spray shop. He went inside and exited it after finishing the job. As he finally backed up on the road, he exited the small town.
"Get us back to the hideout!" Catalina demanded. "Take me home, Carl!"
"Okay," CJ replied, driving through the long road. "Look, but we gotta talk about something."
"What?" Catalina asked. "What do I have to say to you?"
"You're a great girl and all," CJ told her, "but you gotta calm down! I know some cold-blooded cats that wouldn't act like you."
"Oh, you get given a lioness and you want a pussycat?" Catalina asked smugly. "Wimp!"
"No!" CJ answered. "I just want..."
"You know why I act like this!" Catalina said as CJ cut through the grassy fields.
"No," CJ told her.
"I am in love, Carl," Catalina answered. "A woman's heart is a tempestuous place, and you will break my heart! Sometimes I want to kill us both!"
"Please don't do that!" CJ warned. "Just relax a little."
As CJ finished talking, he finally made his way up the hill of Fern Ridge and right back to Catalina's hideout.
"You impressed me, Carl Johnson!" Catalina said as the car pulled up in front of the hideout. "Here's your cut, big man!"
She handed CJ $400 and exited the vehicle. CJ watched as she walked back inside swaying her hips back and forth. She walked inside and used her backside to shut the door. CJ started to look a little horny and finally slapped himself out of it.
Come on, Carl, he thought. Don't let that bitch trick you into falling for her.
CJ drove right back to his safe house and hopped out of the car. He pulled out his cellphone and punched in Ryder's number. He was in desperate need of his friend. He has spent the last two days dealing with Catalina's violence and needed his old friend to back him up. But as the phone rang one too many times, Ryder's voice mail was heard again, and CJ was becoming impatient at this time.
"Seriously, Ryder!" CJ shouted at the cellphone. "Why the fuck ain't you answering this goddamn phone?! You said to call you if I need any help! I need yo' help, homie! Please answer me al-fucking-ready! I'm at the safe house down here in Blueberry! I ain't playing, nigga! Answer me!"
CJ hung up the phone and placed it inside his pocket. He wasn't sure if he could spend another second with Catalina. It was only the morning and he was already getting fed up with Catalina's behavior. So he walked inside the safe house and took a second to think.