Chapter 45: Mark The Savior
Good Old Saint Dick
Tasha's Dream (Sunbelt City, Years Ago)
The sound of loud rock music seemed to fill the ears of Tasha as she found herself walking out the side door of a concert building with two of her friends where her favorite band Flyleaf was performing live along with Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin.
This was her first time going to a concert and she thought her and her friends must have stuck out like sore thumbs being the only dark faces in a sea of white. Still it was her favorite band and nothing was gonna stop her from attending the event, even if she'd received the stink eye from a few people there.
"That was amazing." Said the girl flanking Tasha to her right. Her name was Julie and she was mixed between black white so her eyes were a shimmering wave of blue and her skin was a lighter shade of caramel while her natural black hair was dyed blonde with light blue tips.
"I know I'm still so happy they played all my favorite songs and then in order." Tasha replied with a slight squeal.
"And that solo was good to." Let out the girl flanking Tasha to her right. Her full name was Raja Dankekar and she was of Arabian Descent with long light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and hair that many didn't have an answer to because it was hidden under Hijab.
Like Tasha this to was her first ever concert and she was worried about going mostly because she didn't tell her parents that she was going, but she'd refrained from drinking or doing any other forms of debauchery. So aside from sneaking out and lying to her parents her head was somewhat clear.
"My first concert has to be my best concert." Tasha let out as the three girls turned down a street only to be confronted by a group of ten Caucasian teenagers, eight men and two women, each wearing, steal toed boots, leather jackets over white t-shirts, and a few with tattoos of crossed hammers and Nazi Lighting bolts.
"The fuck is this?" asked one of the lead men as he stepped away from the group and eyed the three women angrily.
"Just keep walking." Julie said while keeping her gaze to the ground with Tasha and Raja doing the same only to be stopped as the two females stepped in front of them.
The first was a girl with short black hair that was styled in the fashion similar to that of Nazi Youth League. She also had wide bright green eyes with a nose ring, earrings, and she was wearing a green bomber jacket over her white t-shirt, black jeans, and black steel toed boots.
The second girl had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes with a lip ring and gages in her ears. Unlike the first she was wearing a black bomber jacket over a white t-shirt with a confederate flag, blue jeans, and black boots.
"Where do you think you're going pretender." The blonde let out as her eyes fell on Julie.
"Excuse me." The girl let out.
"It doesn't matter if you dye your hair blonde or put in contacts you'll always be fucking trash." She let out causing Julie to eye her angrily.
"First of all bitch these are my eyes, not no contacts and second of all what makes you think I'm trash and when you're the one here looking like you just stepped out of the gutter." Julie replied.
"Because you're a fucking nigger, and the spawn of a nigger and traitor is worse." The green eyed girl yelled out earning angry looks from both Julie and Tasha.
"Come on let's go." Raja let out.
"And the fucking terrorist has something to say." Yelled out the blonde as she looked to Raja. "You're people make me sick, the niggers are bad but in my opinion you're the worse. All these terrorist attacks in the US and the rapes in the Scandinavia you're people make the niggers seem right." The blonde let out only to be hit in the mouth courtesy of Julie who grew tired of hearing what the woman was spewing and split the girls lower and upper lip.
After seeing one of their girls get hit the boys started to jump in and quickly started to pull Julie off while subduing Raja and Tasha who started to scream in the process as the boys pulled them into the dark alleyway.
"No let us go!" Tasha screamed out as she was brought before a man who looked to be in his early twenties with long blonde hair that was styled into a mullet, a sleeveless shirt that revealed his swastika tattoo on his right shoulder blade, black jeans, and steel toed boots with red shoe laces.
"You girls really fucked up tonight." He let out before sending looks to the three girls and then pulling Raja's Hijab off her head to reveal her long straight black hair. "You don't like that shit then stop me." he added before stomping on her hijab and then spitting on it.
"I'm gonna take my time with you, but don't worry you'll live." He said as he pulled out a switchblade and ran it over the cheek of Tasha. "You'll live so you can see how bad I fucked up all your faces." He finished with a sick smile as Tasha gave a loud screech of fear as the cold metal of the switchblade seemed to sting like a thousand pins and needles stabbing at her.
"HEY!" came a new voice that caused Tasha and everyone else to turn their heads and notice a group of about seven boys running towards them at full speed.
"Bullshiters!" yelled out the lead man before he was punched one in the face by the African American teen leading the group while a Chinese American teen shoulder tackled another Nazi to the ground beside him.
"Smash these Nazi's." yelled out a Caucasian teen with short red hair, another with long brown hair, and a man of Mexican American descent charged into the remaining men.
The sound of blows landing seemed to be the first thing that caught Tasha's attention instead of the actual fight as she looked away from her group of attackers and defenders to help Raja and Julie.
"Come on bitch, I'm a chink, use your white power to get me off you." The Chinese man yelled out as Tasha lifted her head and watched the African American man slam the head of the man who attacked her into the wall of the adjacent building with enough force to make it echo before another man jumped on his back and tried to choke him out.
"Fuck off me!" the African American teenager yelled out as he grabbed the blonde by the top of his head and flipped him over his shoulder causing him to hit the ground back first and let out a loud yelp.
In the momentary distraction though this was enough time for the two girl to come over and grab the man with the switchblade by his shoulders and help him hobble away with two others.
"Lars, Felix, Mitchell go after them while me, Lee, and Crazy T deal with these assholes." The African American teen yelled out as Tasha, Julie, and Raja look on as three boys gave chase to the group while he and the Chinese man looked down at the two beaten down Nazi's.
"Boss." Said the man known as Crazy T as he sent a look to the African American teen who turned his head and noticed the three girls quivering in the corner before walking over to them and helping them up.
"Don't worry we're friendly." He said as he picked up Raja's Hijab, dusted it off, and handed it back to her just as the sound of police sirens started to go off in the distance. "You girls better get out of here, we'll handle this." He finished earnings nods from the trio before they rushed out of the alleyway while noticing that the African American teen was wearing a black hat with the letters BSU written in white and BSU letters being sported on a lot of the clothing of the other teens.
Present
The sun hadn't yet risen on this day in the city of Sunbelt as Tasha found herself waking up in a cold sweat while Ryan slept beside her in complete silence. After taking a few shallow deep breathes from her mouth, in order to calm herself down, she quickly found herself rolling to the edge of the bed and standing up.
She went to bed wearing only a black bra and panties so she quickly moved to the side of her bed in order to grab her dark blue robe and cover herself. In the process she hid the rather large black rose tattoo on her right side, the lip tattoo on her lower left side, and her mother's name that was tattooed on her right shoulder blade.
After covering herself the BSU female quickly made her way into the kitchen where she found herself putting on a cup of coffee and sitting at the kitchen table waiting as it was prepared and she waited she couldn't help but to remember the dream she had.
It wasn't so much of a dream as much as it was a memory, it was a memory of her first time seeing Mark. She didn't even know his name on that encounter, all she could remember was him saving her with Lee, Jimmy, Crazy T, Lars, and Mitchell. She guessed it was fate that he was there, she would learn later that Mark was a huge Breaking Benjamin and Three Days Grace fan back in those days. He was almost as star struck with them as she was with Flyleaf.
As the sound of her coffee machine finally rang out she quickly moved over to make herself a cup. Afterwards she moved over to the fridge to grab the cream but on her way there she thought she'd heard a noise so she quickly turned her head in the direction of the living room but saw that it was completely empty aside from the usual furniture.
Thanks to Ryan coming from a rather wealthy family in the oil industry, he was able to afford them a rather large house on Sunbelts Northside. It was far away from the ghettos of Sunbelt that she knew and she was happy for the move.
With that she quickly went back into the fridge to grab the cream but as she turned around she quickly recoiled and in the process dropped her mug of smoking hot coffee that shattered across the floor as she noticed a man wearing all-black in a black ski mask staring back at her before rushing her, putting his hand over her mouth, and wrestling her to the ground.
"Don't worry bitch this will be all over soon." He said as Tasha gave a soft whimper as she noticed three more men with ski mask and armed with baseball bats make their way into her bedroom where a series of blows being landed, screams, and the sound of bones breaking seemed to fill the early morning air.
Mark's Dream (Sunbelt City, Years Prior)
The song Sacrifice by Atom Smash was blasting loudly in the backroom of the BSU Clubhouse in the Third Ward of Sunbelt near the University of Sunbelt where Mark found himself standing over a white large table with his vision being mostly covered by his black baseball cap with BSU written on the front in white.
Throughout all the chapters of BSU in the state of New Austin this room had a simple name. It was known as "The War Room". It was named that because any confrontational event whether it be offensive, defensive, legal, or illegal was discussed, planned, and analyzed in this very room and Mark himself had earning his arm nickname, he was "The Warlord "and those that were allowed through the doors of this room was known as "The Militia".
He'd earned this title because he was the one overseeing and taking charge over almost all conflicts BSU was facing and the Militia was the foot soldiers actually fighting in the trenches. From this very room the Warlord and his Militia had devised plans for almost all the plans of actions. From small scuffle with the frat boys from the college a few blocks away, to fist fights with Nazi's, and shootouts with Vagos they've been called from within this room.
It had only been a year since Mark, Lee, Jimmy, and Link came to Sunbelt and already Mark had climbed the ranks of BSU and could be called the Sergeant of Arms for the entire state of New Austin and it wasn't because he was everyone's friend. It was because he could to do what needed to be done, after working for the BGA in Dockington he was no stranger to a gun and a close friend of the Grim Reaper. All of the Chapter Presidents in Sunbelt knew that and that's why they kept him around. He and the Militia would put in the work and the BSU leaders would sleep comfortable at night not knowing what they'd done.
After going over the table Mark focused his eye on a picture of a teenager with long blonde hair styled into a mullet with bright blue eyes and an angry look on his face. This man's name was Henry Hutchins and he was the leader of a local skinhead gang in Sunbelt that belonged to the larger faction of the Thunderskins Gang.
Being that the Thunderskins were formed just a few miles away in Blackwater, the gang or organization that focuses on bringing up white pride as they like to call it, has a number of smaller factions that operate likes gangs across the state so their battles with BSU stretched across the state.
And Henry was the leader of their most violent faction, the faction that put numerous of their brothers in the hospital and in the grave. This earned his entire gang a death warrant, but Mark had something special planned for Henry and those two females that hung with him.
After looking over the picture Mark was quickly caught off-guard as the sound of the door opening up caused him to let out a slight chuckle as he lifted his head and asked, "Did you take care of it?"
Upon doing so he debunked his words as he noticed an African American girl with long curly black hair and wearing a light blue dress with gold pendant around her neck, looking up at him with a confused expression on her face. She had this look that made Mark think he'd seen her before, but he knew she wasn't a member of BSU not only because she wasn't familiar but also because almost every BSU member in the state knew that this room was off-limits to people who didn't get their hands dirty. The Militia was the elite group with the New Austin's BSU and this put them at ranks above their own.
"Ah there you are." Came a familiar voice as Mark looked behind the girl and noticed Shawna, Whitney, Heather, Brooke, and Mira standing behind her.
"You have a guest." Said Brooke as Mark looked at the group with a confused expression. He figured the girls were being nosy, not just about being able to look into the famed War Room for the first time but also about the girl who just strolled in her nice looking dress asking for him.
In his time in BSU, Mark had quickly become the guy a lot of the girls saw as the mystery guy that they wanted to "Figure Out." He didn't really have an interest in many of them though he wouldn't deny that he fucked the shit out of Shawna a couple of times and Whitney only once, the latter of whom would often pull him to the side to give him blowjobs whenever they were at a party or she felt like it. They were groupies though who weren't afraid to spread their legs for the other brothers so as far as he saw it they could get the dick, but not much else.
"Alright I'll take it from here." Mark let out while looking to the girls and waving to them goodbye. The Creole easily noticed Shawna and Whitney standing back a few seconds to look at him before walking off and closing the door behind them as they went as then turned his attention to the curly haired girl before him.
"I hope you didn't have a hard time coming in here." Mark let out with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah I didn't mind the stares, I figured they were gonna come." She replied while Mark gave a chuckle of his own.
"Yeah we're a little weary of new faces." Mark replied before approaching the girl and extending his hand. "I'm Mark by the way, Marcus Roman if we're being formal." He added.
"Tasha or Natasha Jackson." She replied while shaking his hand. "Do you remember me?" she asked.
"I remember seeing your face, but I can't recall where." Mark shot back while Tasha looked at the floor.
"You saved me and my friends a few weeks ago from some Skinheads, after the Flyleaf concert." She replied while Mark nodded his head with a smile.
"That's where I remember you from." He replied with a chuckle.
"I would think you saving someones life being pretty remember able." Tasha shot back while folding her arms over her chest.
"I save people almost every weekend from those Skinheads actually. They like to start trouble and we like to end it." Mark replied with a slight smile.
"I've heard about you guys, you're some kinda Anti-Drug Punk Rock street gang." Tasha let out while Mark chuckled.
"Anti-Drug true, Punk Rock enthusiast also true, gang no." he replied while Tasha rolled her eyes. "Trust me I was born in New Arcadia and spent much of my life on the Westside of Dockington after the hurricane, so I know gangs and these guys ain't no gang." Mark shot back with a chuckle.
"You guys travel in a group and pick fights at club." Tasha shot back.
"Only to those that have it coming, sure some other guys are bad and have done some fucked up shit but I figure me and you both know that no family is perfect." Mark replied causing Tasha to raise her brow.
"What makes you assume my family isn't perfect?" She asked while putting her hand on her hip.
"Every family has that cousin, brother, uncle, or aunt that lives in that life and I assume you're no different." He replied while Tasha chuckled.
"It's best not to judge a book by the cover without getting to know them." She shot back while Mark chuckled.
"Can I get to know you better." He replied causing Tasha to let out a loud scoff.
"Slow your roll buddy I just met you." She retorted causing Mark to blink in confusion.
"I don't mean like that, I mean you seem cool and anyone that goes to a Breaking Benjamin concert can't be all bad." He replied while Tasha chuckled.
"Before that night I didn't even know much about Breaking Benjamin and Three Days Grace, I went for Flyleaf." She shot back in a matter of fact tone.
"Ha but you like them now that you heard them out loud don't you. I know they got your attention." Mark asked earning a chuckle from the girl.
"Just a little." She shot back while Mark chuckled.
Present
As the sound of his clock going off seemed to get Mark out of bed with a loud yawn and a slight erection as his dream was interrupted. After opening the blinds to look outside and notice the slight storm clouds and the cold breeze that was coming through his house though he quickly moved to put on his pants.
He was in cold air, but he was in hot water with both Ana and Alison who didn't take it well about what Lee and Jimmy did in Los Santos. The duo even blamed it for him as well, despite him having no knowledge that they were gonna go off-script and attack the Vagos and Azteca's in Rancho without him. He didn't like that they did that, but they were facing the consequences of it with their injuries.
The duo would be returning to New Arcadia in a few days, having spent a week on bed rest in a San Fierro Hospital because of their injuries along with Thire who was also injured and a group of BSU the remaining BSU members from the Los Santos chapter.
Lee forewarned them there would be consequences if they went through with their attack on Rancho and as he predicted those consequences were coming to reality. La Onda had indeed greenlit the Punk Rockers inside and outside of the prisons across San Andreas and already members had been killed in West Los Santos, Cypress Flats, and the counties over.
Their greenlight was wide and BSU wasn't like the Huns or Marabunta they didn't have what it took to survive a greenlight from an organization as dug in and as powerful as Onda. Because of so many BSU members had dropped their flags and weren't willing to wear their colors, some even abandoned their chapters packed their bags and up north to be apart of the chapters in the Pacific Northwest, some were moving to Sunbelt, and Las Ventura, but most were giving up the Punk Rock group all together and with Lou being dead the blame for his actions was falling on Mark.
There blame was unwanted because he had no knowledge of what was going on in Los Santos. It was true he was having problems with Neto and the Azteca's out there, but they had a plan for dealing with it and it didn't involve leading the BSU chapters out there into his war. It couldn't be helped though and he knew it.
As he moved to the bathroom to take his shower he couldn't help but remember the dream he was having. It was of the day he and Tasha first met, back when he actually gave a damn about her. She was so nice and innocent back then, but time changes all people. He woke up before he could finish the dream but he could remember talking with Tasha for what must have been six hours from sun up to sun down and when they stepped out of the room they were greeted by a sea of faces all with confused and surprised looks on their faces.
One thing he was glad for though while being the BSU Warlord of Sunbelt was that nobody questioned him on things they just whispered under their breaths and make small talk out of his earshot. He was thankful for another thing that happened that night though, he'd gotten his first ever threesome with Shawna and Whitney. He knew Shawna had been jealous seeing him with Tasha and got Whitney to help one up the girl.
The thought of said Threesome seemed to bring Mark's case of the morning wood back to life as he remembered having Shawna bounce on his member while Whitney licked his shaft after she went back up. He knew he shouldn't be having said thoughts about two dead girls, but he couldn't help it. He didn't have many good memories with the girls that didn't involve having his dick inside of one of them. They were groupies, and not just groupies that were passed around the gang but passed around other gangs. Mark could still remember Shawna fucking a Marabunta member with face tattoos. The two girls were the type of people who would fuck numerous guys and then put a claim on the ones they liked to keep other guys away and he didn't like that.
Still he somewhat blamed himself for their downfalls though it was only a few months after he and Tasha started dating that the duo left their chapter and joined the "Tax Free" BSU with Mitchell, Lars, and Crazy T, who he was also regretting had been killed. He knew they both would occasionally smoke weed, drink, and take pills while in BSU and he said nothing about it, but he hoped it was something they could go on with but soon they were snorting coke and he had to run them out with the others.
He wasn't proud of it but he was a different person then. He was in love with someone he thought really loved him back and with all the good times they shared he thought just thought.
Near the New Austin-Louisiana Border (Many Years Ago)
Just on the otherside of the Sabine River near the New Austin-Louisiana Border there lay a rather large two story cabin in the woods. It was this cabin that was isolated from society where Mark and Tasha found themselves lying on the rather large upstairs bed lip locked, tongue wrestling, and biting each others lips.
The duo had been dating for almost five months now and this cabin had become their secret getaway spot. With Mark still living at the BSU clubhouse and Tasha still living with her parents the duo often came here whenever they needed to be alone and away from everyone.
"Yeah right there." Tasha called out as Mark started to kiss her on the neck and work his tongue down to the necklining of white black t-shirt.
The duo had just left a Three Doors Down concert in Blackwater and decided to spend the rest of the night here to themselves.
"If you keep going like this you won't get your surprise." She let out while Mark chuckled.
"I don't want that." He shot back before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then pulling away while she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away from the Creole and sliding off the bed while Mark rubbed her on the behind as she went.
"Wait here!" Tasha let out before making her way out of the room and into the bathroom while Mark layed back on the bed and let out an annoyed sigh.
When it came to Tasha he really cared about her, but when it came down to spending time together with her like this it was the same old thing. They'd kiss, touch, hold each other, and then watch a movie. Tasha was still a virgin and was saving herself for marriage, and Mark wasn't trying to make any commitments so when it came down to being together at first it was always a series of dry humping.
Just a few weeks ago though Mark finally got something new when they were sitting down for a movie and Tasha just out the blue moved her head down and gave him a blowjob that caught Mark by complete surprise. He could still remember the feeling of her lips wrapped around his head and her tongue sliding over his shaft.
Despite that feeling though, Tasha was still a Rookie at giving head. After getting his pole polished by damn near pros like Ana, Shawna, and Whitney Mark was used to a sloppy almost pornographic styles of giving head that left him seeing stars and unable to move for a few seconds. He wasn't complaining about it though, the fact that he was able to get a blowjob from a virgin had to mean something…right.
As the sound of the bedroom door opening caught Mark's attention he quickly noticed Tasha standing before him wearing only a pair of short blue shorts and a bright pink muscle shirt that exposed much of her cleavage to the youngest Roman who noticed she was wearing a bra so her natural small D cups were almost poking through the shirt.
"This is a change." Mark let out as Tasha walked over to him with a serious look on her face.
"Mark do you like being with me?" she asked him causing Mark to raise an eyebrow. "I know me trying to keep my virginity has you missing out on things you could be doing with another girl. So I'm asking do you like being with me?"
"Of course I like being with you, sure we aren't having sex but I respect your decision to stay a virgin and nothing will stop me from wanting to be around you." He shot back while moving his hands to hers and taking interlocking their fingers. "I like being around you for you…not your body." He added while Tasha nodded her head before smiling at him.
"Alright then…I'm ready." She let out to the confusion of the youngest Roman as she moved her hands to his shoulders while Mark moved his hands to her waist.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We're gonna have sex…right now." She stated to the shock and surprise of Mark as he looked up at her with wide eyes. "On one condition, we're having sex but…you're not breaking my V-Card." She let out to Mark's confusion.
"Wait what do you mean by that how are we gonna-." He started before going silent as he felt Tasha grab his hands and move them from her waist to her nicely toned butt to his shock and surprise.
"You mean-?" he started before she cut him off.
"Don't say it outloud, just nod your head if this is what you really want." She retorted earning a slight nod from the youngest Roman who sat back on the bed as Tasha walked over to the dresser on the side of the bed and pulled out a black bottle of what Mark could assume was lubricant and set it on the table.
"I've been looking into it on the internet and people say this is the best kind to relieve the pain and provide more comfort." She let out while Mark nodded his head before watching her bend down to grab something else out of the dresser. "You should feel lucky I never thought I'd willing to do this because I always thought it was dirty." She added
As she did so though Mark moved over to the edge of the bed where he proceeded to wrap his arms around Tasha's back and give her a series of kisses along her back. Ana had offered him anal sex once, but turned him down and told him he had to earn it so right now Mark was like a kid in the candy store who was trying to keep it cool in front of his friends.
"Then let's not make it dirty." He whispered into her ear before taking a small nibble on her earlobe causing Tasha to let out a slight moan as she felt Mark move his mouth down to her shoulder blade where he started to kiss and suck to the point where she felt herself becoming almost weak at the knees.
The Sunbelt Native then turned around to face the youngest Roman who quickly pressed his lips against hers in a deep kiss took the breath away from the girl who quickly pulled off the hat of the Louisiana Creole as he moved his hands to her shoulder blade and pulled down the straps to her shirt until they were off her arm and her breast literally fell from her top to the glee of the youngest Roman.
He'd seen them once before and Mark had to always admit that Tasha had some beautiful breast. Her skin was a lighter shade of caramel and the areola around her nipple was almost the same color making them almost invisible while her nipples stood out.
It was at this moment Mark was left completely in silence and slightly brain dead at the sight of her. He was quickly brought back to life as Tasha started to giggle before shaking her torso causing her boobs to bounce around and the eyes of Mark to bounce in unison.
"It's okay…you can touch them." She whispered out.
Mark, while still somewhat brain dead, listened to her words, and slowly moved his hands upward. Then with both hands he took both of her breast making sure to grab the both of them gently while noting to how they barely fit in his hands. Then finally living out all his fantasies since he'd been with Tasha he gave both of them a gentle squeeze. They felt phenomenal to his touch, like he was grabbing to firm yet squishy clouds. The Roman couldn't help but to let out the phrase "Oh God" as he felt her nipples harden against his skin.
The feeling of having her breast massaged by a boy seemed to send Tasha into a sense of overdrive as she felt a warm sensation wash over to the point where she wanted more and found herself saying. "Yes! Just like that…but maybe a little harder."
Listening to her suggestion, Mark squeezed both of her breast just a little bit more strongly. This drew a rather soft moan from Tasha. Hearing her verbal approval and realizing it was he who was causing it, Mark got even more turned on. It also helped boast his confidence. He heard similar moans from Ana when they'd had sex, but Mark guessed she was faking just a little to boast his confidence but to hear signs of approval from a virgin like Tasha made him realize he must have been doing something right.
Deciding to try something Ana taught him, Mark gently pinched both of Tasha's nipples and twisted them a bit. He was almost like a robber trying to twist the dial lock on a safe and Tasha was inwardly thanking god for him.
Every twist of her nipples was like a warm fleshy light switch shooting a powerful electricity through her, but instead of a burning or hurting feeling this electricity was sparking her to her very core.
Finally as her knees slightly bent, her back became a defined arch and she let out an even louder moan that left Mark pitching a tent in his pants as he swirled his thumbs over her nipples like he was playing with a game controller.
After hearing Tasha give out another moan Mark quickly slammed his face in between her chest cushions for a slight motorboat before pulling back and pushing her boobs together so that her nipples were touch and grind against each other.
Though not intended it made Tasha continue to image this experience was an electric mystery and the pleasurable pulses were pulsating up her spine, sending a tingle allover her that caused her to be almost dripping through her denim shorts.
Mark then placed his mouth on the spot where her nipples met and started to suck on them both. Tasha was now in pure ecstasy and was dripping from her panties and staining her shorts. She could feel the wet pressure being applied to the tips of her fun bags, the skin behind them, and the soft skin in between and under her breast.
Tasha had to admit she was horny, and it took almost everything within her to not just push Mark down on the bed and throw away her V-Card for good with how well he was going. She was going to give him anal sex, but she didn't think the foreplay would leave her like this.
After a few minutes Mark pulled Tasha's nipples out of his mouth and received a quick death glare from the girl that went unnoticed as he started to suck on one nipple while massaging the other and as he went from one to the other he made sure to create a loud popping sound as he went.
As Tasha through her head back in lust she thought that if this what a man felt when he got a blowjob, it was no wonder they always wanted them. She then made a mental note to give Mark a blowjob before they actually got down to business.
"Okay that's it!" Tasha let out with a slight slur to her voice as Mark pulled away from her with a confused expression written on his face.
The youngest Roman then watched as Tasha started to unbutton her shorts shoved them down with the speed of a toddler removing the wrapping paper on his Christmas present. Mark didn't get to see her in her panties, but he didn't care as he marveled at the Christmas present before him despite it being the summer.
The present was her rather large fat lipped vague, that caught Mark by surprise as he noticed it was darker than the rest of her body and the tiny amount of black pubic hair just above it.
Mark then just stared at her groin, he'd never seen a set of lips as fat and dark as her before. Ana's vague was almost the same shade of golden as her skin and her lips weren't nearly as big.
"Don't get to acquainted down, OH GOD!" Tasha yelled out as she felt Mark press his lips against her lower ones and run his tongue in between them to gently stroke her clit.
"SHIT!" Tasha yelled out as she let out a loud moan and started to suck on her lips while Mark threw her right leg over his shoulder and lowered himself so that he could get a better angle while under her.
This caused the girl to let out another moan of ecstasy as she started to hump the face of the youngest Roman and pushed him back so that the back of his head was touching the bed with Tasha humping his face like a cat in heat.
"You want me to stop?" Mark asked while pulling his mouth away from her for a second only to be caught off guard as Tasha grabbed him by his hair and forced his face back between her legs but deeper to the point where Mark's noise was almost touching her clit and his lips were almost well past her own.
"Don't you dare." She yelled out while Mark slowly tried to lift her up so that he could catch just a small taste of fresh air before being forced back down under her. "Don't stop just somethings happening." She called out before letting out another moan as Mark continued for his tongue in and out of her at an increased speed that left the girl weak at the knees.
"OH GAWD!" Tasha yelled out as Mark slightly recoiled as he felt just a tiny bit of liquid splash on his face from Tasha's pussy as she collapsed on top of him in a drunken state with saliva literally hanging from the side of her mouth.
"What did you do to me?" she asked in a slurred speech as Mark rolled from under her wiping his face and licking his lips.
"That was an orgasm…amazing wasn't it?" he asked while bending down to plant a series of kisses on Tasha's back while moving his right hand between her legs to cup her pussy.
After a few seconds passed the lingering high of her first ever orgasm was finally starting to pass and Tasha quickly rolled over and said to Mark. "Thank you. Thank you so much Mark. You're…amazing!"
"Thanks I really enjoyed doing it." Mark replied with a slight chuckle while Tasha continued to lay on her stomach next to him. She wasn't quite falling asleep but she was out of commission for the moment though not done yet as Mark ran his hands over her back and gave her a gentle massage with his left hand while his right snaked its way down his pants so that he could stroke his erection.
Judging by the movement of the mattress it wasn't too hard for Tasha to figure out what Mark was doing as she slowly rolled over and took his hand from around his member and set it to the side. "Stand up!" she ordered earning a slight nod from Mark who quickly did as he was told and rose to his feet while Tasha sat on the edge of the bed.
"I think I should return the favor." She stated just as Mark went to speak only to cut himself off as he felt a familiar wet warmth surrounding his member and upon looking down he noticed Tasha's beautiful full lips were at the tip of his penis and was pushing more of him past them.
It went on like this for a while, every three seconds she would take in centimeter around the tip of Mark's member. This new sensation left Mark weak in the knees and somewhat stumbling as Tasha started to roll her tongue over his tip and massage his shaft with her right hand.
This drew a pleasure filled moan from Mark who ran his hands over the side of Tasha's neck down her shoulders while she pulled away from him member just as a thought came to her mind.
"Shit!" Mark yelled out as he felt the girls tongue migrate from his shaft down to the fleshy orbs that were his ball where she proceeded to kiss them while stroking off Mark's member.
"Holy shit, where'd you learn this?" Mark asked with a slight chuckle as Tasha ran her tongue up his strotum causing him to let out a slight yelp.
"Just trying something new." She spoke out while planting a kiss on Mark's balls before taking a series of deep breathes that caused him to look down at her in confusion.
"What are you doing-." He started before going silent as Tasha quickly took in his entire length down her throat and held it in place for what felt like three seconds before pulling him out with a wet pop and tear-filled eyes while Mark layed back in shock as she did it again this time with more grace and gliding her tongue over his dick as she went catching Mark by surprise at the level of skill she'd had from just a few weeks prior.
Reveling in how she seemed to have the Creole in the palm of her hand and muttering under his words in French, Tasha again engulfed him into her mouth again and again. She was repeating her earlier trick of moving up every three seconds per centimeter.
As she swirled her tongue around his dick, this time she also started pumping whatever parts of him that weren't in her mouth as she went down on him. Soon enough there wasn't much of him left outside of her mouth and she hadn't successfully learned to tame her gage reflex so she quickly pulled her head back and Mark's full erection popped out in front of her almost glistening in her saliva. She then took him back into her mouth again and started massaging his balls with the center of her thumb.
"Tasha I'm gonna-." He started to say causing the girl to quickly pull him out of mouth with a loud pop sounding as the cold air befell his member.
"We're not having another incident like last time." She called out while Mark gave a slight chuckle as Tasha ran her finger over his member before letting out. "Are you ready to for the main event?" After hearing those words leave her lips Mark quickly nodded his head like madman.
He then watched as Tasha then bend down on the bed in a way so that her ass was staring back at Mark who looked on in shock and surprise as she moved her hips around. "Come and be gentle."
With those thoughts in his head, all Mark could ask was, "Really, are you sure this is what you want?"
Nonchalantly she replied, "Yes!" Then to Mark's shock Tasha then slapped her left ass cheek and just to blow it over the top ordered, "Now get your ass over here put it inside me."
Hearing this Mark quickly hopped off the bed and took a stand behind Tasha where he took her by the hips and guided his erection until it was resting snuggly in between the crack of her ass. The feeling of Mark's wet yet warm erection on her behind seem to get a slight moan out of Tasha who though that the youngest Roman was merely teasing her.
She then looked over her shoulder and watched as Mark picked up the small bottle of lube Tasha had given him and poured it on his cock. The substance was cold, really cold almost to the point where it caused him to jump back as he thought it might kill his hard on. Thankfully it didn't make it go limp, nor would he truly allow it.
After pouring about half the bottle on his cock, he then poured just a little more over Tasha's anus just before taking his index finger and slowly pushing it into Tasha who let out a slight pain filled moan as Mark pushed some of the lubricant inside her before pulling his finger out and wrapping all five of them around his dick before moving to her backside then holding it there.
She could tell he was nervous, hell she was nervous to but she was willing to push that aside just for him and soon her mustered up the courage to do the same.
After making sure that it was lined up properly, Mark then crossed the threshold and slowly inserted his cock into her ass! He had to do it slowly as to make sure not to hurt her since it was her first time. As he was doing this only thought that was coming to his mind was how tight it was. It was almost like being pinched in a vice and was uncomfortable for them both.
Eventually he managed to push his head in but it didn't go really much further than the head and this caused Tasha to somewhat let out a slight pain filled squeal causing Mark to quickly pull out her again.
"I don't think this is gonna work." He shot back while Tasha quickly grabbed the bottle of lubricant and handed it to him.
"It's working you just need to put more inside." She let out while Mark looked at the bottle before taking her advice and pulling her butt cheeks apart so that he can get more of the lubricant inside of her then outside.
"Here goes nothing." He let out as he repositioned himself behind her before inserting himself back inside her yet again.
When he did it this time it was an immediate improvement from before. Now it was much easier, she was still pretty much tight but it felt fantastic for Mark as he pumped his dick inside of her.
As for Tasha, while it was still a little painful, it was nowhere near as bad as before. She then felt him go all the way into her, into places she never could be reached and upon doing so she arched her back from the painful feeling.
He then pulled out slowly, when he does it felt fantastic for them both for Mark it felt good and for Tasha it felt like the pain had slightly disappeared.
With only a minute's reprieve Mark then pushed back inside of her just a little faster and Tasha felt it again just and it was just a little less painful this time. He then pulled back out causing more pleasure to Tasha. He did it again and again, over and over each time just a little faster and each time feeling just a little better for Tasha.
While his hands were on her hips, the only thoughts going through his mind was to thank god, he sacrificed rhythm on the dance floor for rhythm in the bed. Over the years of running from the police, dodging bullets, and rolling for over had helped him to build up a impressive stamina reserve. He didn't want to grow too tired from this experience and fully savor her tight yet slick space.
And what a feeling it was.
It felt like he member was being crushed or strangled, but in a good way, as he felt the skin on his dick getting pulled back and compacted. It electrified every nerve and made him feel something he'd never felt before. It made him just want more and more and hoping to satisfy that desire, he pumped as hard as he could with each thrust as he tried to get more and more inside of her.
On Tasha's side, she had long gotten over whatever pain Mark was causing her and now felt absolute pleasure from his as he slammed into her.
"AHHHHH!" Tasha let out in a combination of pain and pleasure as she found herself biting down on one of the pillows. She screamed from both pain and pleasure while the music in air drowned out her screams. "Keep going baby don't fucking stop." She yelled out as she continued to bite down hard on the pillow while Mark pushed her further on the bed and found himself almost tripping on a wet substance on the floor.
As he looked down though he quickly noticed that the floor and much of the edge of the bed was soaked in a combination of the lube and the juices that were pushing pass Tasha's cunt and dripping onto the edge of the bed and the floor, depending on how hard he thrust into her and the position of where she was.
"Holy shit!" Mark let out as he continued to thrust inside of her but deciding to make it just a little more pleasurable for the girl as he took his right hand off her hip and started to run his fingers through her moist folds causing Tasha to shout in pure ecstasy as she squirmed like a fish out of water underneath Mark whose actions seemed to stain the bed even more.
He continued this action for several minutes and both of them felt a sense of nirvana as Tasha said during it either "Harder, Harder!" or "FUCKYEHHAAHAAHAHAHA!"
Eventually both started to reach their climax, it was mostly just Mark though as Tasha had already came twice since they started. When he got close, Mark yelled out, "Tasha, I'm- I'm-I'mmm…Ahhh GAWD!"
Finding that approach to climax was further fueling his efforts, Mark plowed into her with every last bit of strength he had left. He was pushing her up onto the bed and shoving her face further into the pillow as he did so.
Not too long after these aggressive advancements Mark came into Tasha. When he did his cock went deeper into Tasha and his cum went even further. This caused her to cum, screaming at the top of her lungs as she practically went cross-eyed from her climax that was caused by his.
Still reveling in the ecstacy of their climaxes, both teens remained exactly as they were with Mark's dick still firmly buried deep within Tasha and neither of them minding it. Before long though Mark slowly pulled himself out of Tasha who fell flat on her stomach on the bed while Mark fell backwards on his ass on the floor taking a few deep breaths.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked while wiping the sweat from his brow while watching as his cum started to drip out of Tasha's backside.
"Mark…kiss me!" she ordered causing Mark to look at her quizzically before following her instructions and climbing on the bed to plant a tender kiss on her lips that she quickly returned.
The duo then fell back into the bed with Mark holding Tasha in his arms as she lay still numb to the world around her.
Present
The memory of his first time with Tasha seemed to bring Mark's erection back to life after he'd step out of the cold shower and changed into a pair of dark blue cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and his usual black jacket.
As he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way into the kitchen he quickly turned on the television to the news that was still showing a report on the massive gang attack that took place in Rancho and a number of people that were still wanted in question to the attack.
Three of those people included his brothers Lee, Jimmy, Thire, Tup, and about several others from the Los Santos chapter that he'd never met before. He spoke on the phone a few days ago with Lee about who made it out and who didn't. It still hurt Mark to think about who all lost their lives in the attack, but he knew more would have died if Lee and Jimmy didn't help them and a lot more innocence's would have been lost as well.
He knew the FIB were looking for Lee and Jimmy, and it wouldn't be long before Alison, Steve, and a NOOSE Team came kicking down on his door to bring him in and asking questions about Lee and Jimmy. Thankfully the duo created a solid alibi before they left, they had to call in a few favors under Ana's nose and they knew they'd regret it the next time they saw her but it needed to be done.
He knew the FIB were coming and he knew they'd search the place so he made sure to make it squeaky clean. His only weapon was his M1911 Pistol and he had a hiding place for it.
As he started to make his way over to the kitchen to grab his Combat Knife the sound of his cellphone ringing brought him back to life, causing him to quickly answer it.
"Glad to see you're taking me up on my offer." Mark started as the familiar voice of the Lakota Warrior filled his ears.
"Not like I didn't have much of a choice, we need the money and we're sitting on too much heat." Task replied as Mark nodded his head.
"Alright your buyer is an old friend of mine from Sunbelt they'll be waiting for you tonight under the overpass Downtown. These guys aren't your usual type of buyers but trust me they're good people with a lot of money and if you come through for them they'll look to you in the future." Mark stated.
"Alright then thanks man." Task let out.
"Just looking out for a friend." Mark replied before hanging up his phone. Despite him fighting on the side of his adversaries he still saw Task as a friend, he was an independent gunmen on top of being an arms dealers. He wasn't allowed to play favorites and Mark understood that.
After sliding his phone in his pocket though Mark was met with a the loud crashing sound that caught his attention and caused him to lift his head where he quickly heard three muffled voices coming from the living room.
"Shit!" he yelled out before looking up and noticing three men wearing ski mask looking back at him before charging him with the largest man shoulder tackling him down on the couch and knocking the wind out of Mark's already sore lungs.
"Motherfucker!" Mark yelled out as he dropped an elbow onto the back of the big man's head before throwing another hard right into the face of the next man.
"Just calm down." The skinny man yelled out as Mark headbutted him as hard as he could and knocked him off before reaching behind his back and drawing his Pistol.
"NO!" the heavy set man yelled as Mark drew his Pistol and fired a single shot into the other man striking him in the abdomen and causing him to jump back.
"Shit Axel." The skinny man yelled out as he and the heavyset man jumped off Mark and ran towards the downed man with worry in their words. "Goddamn it Mark." He added to the youngest Roman's confusion as he watched the skinny man pull off his ski mask and reveal himself to be a Caucasian man with short blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a somewhat pale complexion.
"Matthew." Mark let out with a raised brow.
"Yeah it's good to see you to it'd be better if I didn't have a bullet in me." The man on the group yelled out as Matthew pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be a Caucasian man of Germanic descent with black hair and blue eyes.
"Peter, shit!" he yelled out before bending down to put pressure on the man's wound as the heavyset man pulled off his mask and revealed himself to a heavy set man of white and Cambodian descent with short black hair and brown eyes.
"Who the fuck is this guy?" Mark asked.
"I'm Ronnie nice to meet you." He replied while Mark looked down at Peter and continued to keep pressure on his wound.
"You guys should know better than to come at me with Ski Mask." The Creole let out while the blood of Pete stained his hands.
"We didn't have a choice we need to bring you back to Sunbelt, but Ryan told us you wouldn't come willingly so we had to think outside the box." Matthew let out to Mark's confusion.
"Why do you need me back in Sunbelt?" he asked with a raised brow.
"A lot of shits been going down these last few days." Ronnie shot back while Mark eyed the trio with confusion on his face.
New Arcadia Police Station
The scene at the police station was the same as normal for many of the men and women in uniform as they found themselves going about their usual task of signing papers and bringing people in for questioning. Yes it was normal…except in the evidence locker.
The sound of pleasure filled grunts and moans was echoing lowly in between a shelf of confiscated drugs and weapons as Alison found herself bent across a wall with her pants and underwear to her ankles and her blouse undone while Steve stood behind her pounding into her from behind.
"Try not to make too much noise." She let out as Steve nodded his head before slamming back into her and grabbing her breast while Alison stood in place.
In the past she would have been more into Steve when they would go play "Doctor" in the evidence locker but not now. Not since returning to New Arcadia, and definitely not with all she had in her mind.
"Ali I'm-." Steve started as he slammed into Alison once more before she pulled him out just in time as he fired his load all over behind and on parts of the back of her work jacket.
"Can't be too careful." She let out while pulling out a piece of tissue paper then using it to wipe Steve's semen off her in silence while he started to get dress.
"So I was thinking…about Marcus Roman, Lee Shen, and James Draco." He let out while Alison continued to clean herself up. "Marcus is the guy whose suspected in over a dozen killings, he's the leader of a massive gang war, and he's the type that likes to get his hands dirty. So explain to me why he would risk sending two of his guys to Los Santos to do his dirty work without him?" he added while Alison continued to dress in silence.
"I think they acted without him knowing, so he won't be able to shed much light into things when we bring him in. Maybe if we put a lot of pressure on his friends though they'd give him up. He is the bigger fish." He stated while looking back at Alison who buttoning up her shirt still in silence.
"I guess I'm the only one doing the talking today then." He finished with a slight chuckle before watching as the woman made her way out of the room while he stood in silence.
Metra, Lincoln Parish
"That's it you're doing Ms. Ramirez. "said a Caucasian man that was slightly balding as he stood by and watched as Loka slowly rose to her feet from her wheelchair using her arms to support her weight. "That's it you're almost there." He added while Ernesto, Felix, Adahy, Task, Cruz, and Beto stood by watching with mixed looks on their faces.
"How do you know this guy again?" asked Cruz as he looked to Ernesto.
"He was recommended by a friend." The Onda member replied while inwardly thanking Neto for bringing the doctor to him.
"I don't get it he's supposed to be a specialist in fixing this type of problem why hasn't he started a surgery yet?" asked Adahy.
"Because before I can administer the surgery I have to see if she's actually able to save. Some people can regain their ability to walk while others can't. These test are meant for me to see which is either." The man replied as Loka finally rose to her feet while the man smiled at nodded at her.
"Alright then, now for the next test." He said while Loka slightly nodded her head with a smile on her face.
Sunbelt City(Years Ago)
The loud blare of Skrillex seemed to be blasting through the air of a Punk Rock Club in Sunbelt as Tasha found herself sitting down having drinks with Brooke, Heather, Mira, Shawna, Whitney, and a couple of other BSU girls.
It had been two weeks since she had her first try with anal sex with the Creole and since then they'd had it two other times without anyone else knowing about it but them. She didn't want anyone in her business and Mark respected that.
In those two weeks though, Tasha finally drunk the red drank and became a female member of BSU and thanks to her connection to Mark nobody questioned her decision. She found the group to be a little wild at first but later became great friends with much of the girls when she was finally apart of their ranks.
As she sat down talking with Brooke though the group was approached by Ryan and Pete, the former of whom smiled at them before giving Brooke a quick kiss since the duo were dating.
"Get a room." Mira yelled out while Ryan chuckled.
"After you tell us about your room with Link." He shot back while the girl flipped him the finger.
"Here comes the Militia." Whitney called out as the girls and Ryan turned their heads and watched as the sub faction within the New Austin Chapters of BSU made their way through the front door.
As always Mark was in the lead taking point with Lee and Jimmy flanking him, then came Crazy T, Link, Felix, Mitchell, then Lars, Matthew, and Robbie, backing them up was Miller, Viktor, Davey, Eddy, and Buck was bringing up the rear since he was the one trying his hardest to be apart of their Militia. When the group entered the building, this seemed to draw an uproar of cheers from the BSU members as they eyed their enforcers making their way into the club before taking their usual seat at the VIP section at the top of the club.
"Excuse me girls we need to go speak with our Militia right quick." Ryan replied before walking away with Pete following close behind them as the duo made their way towards the VIP section of the club where the group seemed to be having a meeting.
"If you're wondering why he didn't come to get you it's because they're talking security before the break off." Shawna let out earning the attention of Tasha. "They provide security to the clubs and a lot of local hardcore shows and they switch up how they do it with every show." She stated earning a nod from Tasha.
"Okay, explain to me this though. Why do they call them the Militia?" Tasha asked with a raised brow causing a few girls to send looks to each other.
"If you haven't noticed it yet you're gonna see it later on, but whenever there's an altercation like a fight or something Mark and the others are always the first to go running in fist first and whenever someone tries something against us they respond to it." Mira let out to Tasha's confusion. "A few years ago, before Mark, Lee, Jimmy, and Link showed up in Sunbelt we were having a bunch of problems with Skinheads, Neo-Nazi gangs, and even a few Ballas who liked to rob people after the shows." She stated.
"Then Mark, Lee, Jimmy, and Link showed up and started taking it to them and a lot of our problems are gone." Brooke added with a nod to her head. "They weren't even with us they were just guys at the shows rumbling with the skinheads and running them out of the club. You can imagine it didn't take a genius for us to want bring them in and they were against it at first, but soon they came in and since then things have been different." She added.
"The Militia at first started with the four of them, but soon they were bringing in guys who were taking it to the Skinheads at our clubs, guys from other chapters, and there you have our Militia." Stated Brooke.
"That makes sense but why are they so secretive, whenever I try and talk with one of them about what they do they clam up?" asked Tasha.
"Let's just say they operate differently than we do." Shawna retorted while Tasha eyed her closely. Where a number of members of BSU didn't know really what the Militia was into, she knew just about all of it.
She knew many of them were murderers, she knew where a lot of their bodies were buried, she knew about them robbing drug dealers, selling the drugs to other dealers, and about a heist apparently Mark led a few months back where they broke onto a military installation and stole a bunch of guns and ammo.
Loose lips sank ships, it was something Mark preached to his army but quite a few couldn't hold especially when it came to her lips.
Central Sunbelt General Hospital
As Mark found himself walking in a bedroom at the main Hospital in Sunbelt City he tried his best to keep in his laughs and dickish responses as he found himself standing before Ryan who looked like a pretzel as he layed in his hospital bed with white cast on both his arms and legs while a group of BSU members sat beside him before watching as Mark walked in with Pete and Ronnie.
"We got him." Said Pete as he walked into the room while all eyes quickly fell on Mark.
"You look like hell." Let out Ryan as he eyed Mark who still wasn't fully completely heal from his long day of battle in New Arcadia a few weeks ago. His once swollen blackened eye had went down but there was still a scar from it along with a few bruises on his face.
"And I hope you feel like shit." The Creole responded as he leaned against the doorway while a few of the BSU members eyed him closely.
"Hey-." Started a rather muscular looking Caucasian man with long brown hair and a five-O'clock shadow as he eyed Mark angrily.
"Easy…I had that coming." Ryan let out before looking to Pete and Ronnie and asked. "Where's Matthew?"
"In another operating room, Mark shot him." Pete replied causing everyone to eye Mark in shock.
"In my defense whoever told them to run into my house in all-black with ski mask on deserves to get shot as well." Mark let out. "You would think with someone as many enemies as me doing something stupid would get you killed." He added.
"He should be lucky you just shot him in the side, lords knows you always aim for the head." Pete added while Mark rolled his eyes.
"So what's this big emergency you had to actually come get me for, track down the assholes who did this?" Mark asked while folding his arms over his chest in anger.
"Tasha's been kidnapped!" Ryan retorted causing Mark to go silent as he eyed the man with a raised brow. "Someone broke into our home attacked me, broke my arms and legs, then ran off with her and I was hoping you'd help get her back." He added with a slight pain filled grunt.
"By help you mean do all the work." Mark shot back with a chuckle. "Why should I because last I checked Tasha was your problem now and this is more than likely the result of you?" he asked.
"Because the people that kidnapped her asked for two things fifty thousand dollars and you just to get her back." Ryan replied to Mark's shock and confusion. "So I think this is something you caused Mark not us." He added while Mark gave a low growl in anger.
Elsewhere
Things were finally starting to return to Tasha as she slowly opened her eyes and realized looked down to notice that she was in a dark room sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back. As she looked around she quickly realized that the only thing she was wearing was her bra and panties and felt a sharp pain in the side of her head before realizing there was a slight knot on the side of her head.
"Don't struggle you'll only make things worse." Came a new voice that caused Tasha to slightly panic as she heard the slight screeching of what sounded like wheels against the hard wood floors and watched as a Caucasian man who must have been in his late twenties or early thirties with a shaved head, bright blue eyes, and wearing a black leather jacket, black pants, and black steel toed shoes rolled towards her in a somewhat rusty wheel chair. "And I don't want worse right now."
"Who are you, why'd you bring me here?" Tasha yelled out with fear and anger in her tone while the man before her merely chuckled.
"Right you don't remember me, but I bet your boyfriend can remember me fondly seeing as he's the one that destroyed my entire life." He shot back to the confusion of Tasha. "A few years ago me and my crew shot up one of your Bullshit party. We killed a few of yours, you killed a few of mine, and afterwards your boyfriend, Marcus Roman dragged me out of the back of the club with a gun to my head, threw me in the trunk of his car, and drove away with me." He stated causing Tasha to go wide eyes as she remembered the event.
"Henry, Henry Hutchins, that's you." She let out while the man nodded his head and smiled at her.
"Took you long enough." He replied while laughing at the woman.
"Jesus Christ what happened to you?" she asked.
"Like I said your boyfriend happened to me and now I'm gonna do the same to both of you." He replied to her fear as she eyed him closely.
New Arcadia
The drive to the 17th Ward wasn't long for Alison as she and Steve pulled their car up in front of the familiar home of Marcus Roman or the spot where he layed his head along with the other members of BSU. She didn't tell him that they were coming to bring him for questioning today, she figured he'd already known and was inside right now probably waiting on them.
As the duo made their way to the front door though they were taken by complete surprise to see that the door was slightly opened and cracked on the side, almost like someone had kicked it open.
"Shit!" said Steve as both he and Alison drew their guns the latter of whom now found herself filled with worry as both she and Steve entered the home with their weapons raised and saw that the living room was completely trashed and there was a red stain on the floor.
"Is that blood?" Alison asked with a raised brow.
"I guess we're about to find out, search the place for anyone." Steve ordered while Alison continued to stare at the blood before rushing to the back of the house.
"MARK!" she called out while looking through the bedrooms for any sign of any of the Roman but only to find that they were all empty with the kitchen having some more blood stained on the floor.
"This place is empty." She yelled back as she walked back into the living room.
"Not too empty." Steve shot back as she noticed him leaning over a hole in the side of the wall. "I bet if we get a team down here they're gonna pull a bullet out of this wall." He stated while Alison nodded her head.
"Maybe then we can find out whose blood is this and where our guy is." Steve let out while Alison nodded her head before walking off and immediately dialing for Mark on her phone.
Sunbelt City
Things seemed somewhat calm and peaceful at the BSU Chapter clubhouse as Mark found himself sitting alone in what was once the War Room thinking back to how the round table in the middle of the room almost didn't fit ever member of his Militia.
Things were different after Crazy T, Lars, and Mitchell were kicked out along with Shawna and Whitney and things would be more different now. He was here today helping BSU but he wasn't back with them. Still to think about how the table would look now would be pretty strange with no Felix, Miller, Viktor, Lars, Crazy T, or Mitchell there numbers were cut almost in half and nobody could ever replace what them.
"Tasha wanted to turn this room into something else, but me and Ryan pushed to keep it this way." Came a familiar voice that caused Mark to lift his head and notice Pete looking at him with a half-smile on his face.
"Don't know why, your Warlord ain't coming back and the Militia is dead." Mark replied while Pete took a seat across from him at the main table. "And you ain't getting anybody to ever replace us." He added while Pete chuckled and nodded his head.
"That's for true." He retorted. "You know when I found out about Ryan and Tasha I felt kinda the same way you did. We have rules about messing around with other brother's girls and he broke a cardinal rule." He stated.
"I don't need your pity Pete." Mark shot back.
"I'm not giving it I'm just letting you know I understand where you're coming from with hating Ryan's guts, but try and think about Tasha." Pete let out. "You may hate her now, but remember at one point in time you did love her and toy were happy with her. Don't do this for him do it for her." He added.
"You speak in the past tense, just remember that." Mark replied as his cellphone started to ring from a familiar number causing him to look down and notice that it was Alison who was calling him.
Before he could answer it though his phone started to ring again from another number that hadn't been used in a long time. With that realization in mind, Mark quickly put the phone to his ear and answered nonchalantly with a hello.
"Are you alone." Tasha asked causing Mark to look to Pete who was eyeing him confusingly while Mark nodded his head.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked with venom in his tone.
"I…I just wanted to hear your voice." She let out while Mark raised his brow at her. Obviously, she didn't know he knew she was kidnapped and right now her kidnappers were probably trying to pull on his heart strings.
"Shouldn't you be putting up with Ryan's voice right now?" he asked with a hint of venom in his tone.
"He's off doing something with his parents and I was hoping you'd want to come and see me." She let out to the shock of Mark who looked to Pete who was eyeing him closely.
"Why would I want to do that?" asked Mark.
"Please Mark…I need you and I'm willing to do whatever just to make you feel better." Tasha let out with a hint of sorrow in her voice.
"Alright, but I'm not going all the way to Sunbelt just to meet you. You remember our special spot, I'll meet you there in four hours." Mark replied while Tasha gave a slight chuckle.
"Alright I'll see you there, and Mark…do come alone." she stated while Mark nodded his head.
"Right!" he replied before hanging up while Pete looked at him confusingly.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Apparently Tasha's kidnappers just reached out to me, so I'm gonna meet with them." Mark replied as Pete watched him stand up before making his way over to the vent on the side of the building.
"What are you-." Pete started before watching as Mark pulled off the vent and started to pull out a variety of weapons to the shock and surprise of Pete.
"Jesus Christ, we were wondering where all your guns went." Pete stated while Mark gave a slight chuckle before pulling out a variety of handguns and tossing them to the side. He already had his M1911 on his person so adding another one wasn't really needed but he decided to take a Glock 34 from the pile.
He then pulled out an H&K 416 Assault Rifle with a Trijicon Scope, Foregrip, and a Compensator. The Rifle was his primary weapon when he was putting in work in Sunbelt as a member of the BSU. After all if you rob a military base for guns why not keep using the first gun you picked up.
Then next gun he took out was a Benelli M4 Super 90 Shotgun. It was Lee's favorite weapon in Sunbelt not only because it was a fully-automatic Shotgun but because it had a fixed stock allowing him to load 10 slugs into the weapon instead of the usual five like most Shotguns.
"Jesus what all do you have in there?" Pete asked.
"Ah ha there you are." Mark yelled out as Pete watched in shock as the Creole pulled out a Barrett .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle with a smile on his face.
"This place is an ATF's wet dream." Pete shot out while Mark reached lifted up the couch and pulled out a camouflage bulletproof vest, two Hand Grenades, and a jar filled with gun powder.
"Tell Link in the others meet me at the cabin when they get here." Mark called out while moving to pull a duffel bag out of a dresser. "I'm going hunting."
Meanwhile
"Well I think he's convinced?" said Henry as Tasha rolled her eyes.
"I told you already me and Mark aren't together anymore and we haven't been for a long time. What makes you think he's gonna show up when he doesn't care about me." She stated while Henry chuckled.
"He still cares about you whether you believe it or not. No man truly hates there former spouse no matter how bad they wronged them. When I was with Ruby we had our fair shares of ups and downs but we always went back to each other." Henry replied while Tasha eyed him closely.
"You speak about Ruby in the past tense, whatever happened to her?" she asked while watching him roll to the door.
"I intend to ask Mark that when I see him." He finished before rolling out of the room where several shaved head Caucasian men waiting quietly.
"Bring me him alive and in one piece. I plan for him to die slowly." Henry let out while watching one man load a fresh magazine into an M4A1 Assault Rifle.
New Arcadia
The sound of Mark's voicemail seemed bring more worry to the heart of Alison as she slammed her phone back down on her office desk before letting her head do the same.
"Damn it Mark, where are you?" Alison whispered to herself as Steve walked into a room carrying a piece of paper.
"Well we're in luck the blood at the scene didn't belong to Marcus, instead it belonged to a Matthew Morgan of Sunbelt City, New Austin." Steve stated while dropping the file in front of Alison who began to look it over. "We also got reports from a neighbor that they saw Mark carrying out a man in a ski mask while two more men followed behind them as they got into a black van and drove off."
"So, he shot one of them and they kidnapped him." Alison let out with a raised brow.
"Or Mark shot one of them on accident and left with them willingly. This guy Matthew got an Assault Charge last year for a fight at a nightclub…those arrested with him were Peter Ennui and Ronnie Shaw. Both are confirmed members of Sunbelts chapter of Brothers Standing United.
"Brothers Stand United, or Busting Shit Up. I grew up in Waston I know all about them." Alison replied before looking at a file on Peter Ennui.
"People confirm him as the Vice President of the chapter. So I'm thinking maybe this guy sent Matthew and two others to Kidnap Mark. I don't take it those BSU guys are happy with him right now since he is sort of at fault here." Steve stated.
"He didn't force them into attacking Rancho they did it on their own with or without his guys helping." Alison replied.
"Still, it's enough to put out an APB on Marcus Roman, Lee, Jimmy, and this Matthew guy. Rumors are also coming that they're gonna crackdown hard on these BSU guys and I mean extremely hard." Steve replied before walking out of the room while Alison sat in further anger.
"What have you gotten yourself into Mark?" she asked herself.
Meanwhile
The sound of silence seemed to be the only thing going through the ears of Felix as he stood by watching as Loka sat on the floor and struggled to touch her toes while the doctor stood next to him with his arms folded over his chest as he watched her go.
"Damn it!" Loka yelled out as she struggled to perform the task causing the doctor to let out a slight smile to Felix's anger.
"You're enjoying watching her struggle, aren't you?" he asked causing the doctor to look at him. "It's okay for you though, as long as you can get a good check at the end of this your happy about this aren't you Cabron?" he added causing the doctor to look away from him.
"If I didn't care about my patients I wouldn't be here watching her work out. I'd just be cutting into her and whether she survives the surgery or not wouldn't be skin off my nose because I get my money either way." He retorted causing Felix to eye him angrily.
"I'm doing this because I looked at her X-Ray and there is a great possibility that I can restore her legs, but the only way that works is if I can see just how much damage was done to her spine and right now I'm thinking she has a shot…but she needs to show me more." He stated while eyeing Felix closely while he stood back in silence.
"Got it!" said Loka as she finally managed to touch her toes while Felix smiled at her.
"Alright time for the next test." The doctor yelled out while walking over to the woman.
Near the New Austin-Louisiana Border
The sound of vehicle engines and blinding headlights were the only thing that could be seen was a convoy of five trucks made their way towards a cabin on the outskirts of the New Austin-Louisiana Border. As each one came to a screeching halt one after another and side by side the pitter patter of footsteps soon took over as the men inside each vehicle stepped out with their weapons drawn.
"Spread out and find him." The lead shaved headed man yelled out as he started to make his way towards the cabin while a few others lifted their guns and started to search the woods around the cabin. "His cellphone is here, probably inside waiting to get some pussy but cover all escape routes. He goes nowhere." The added as more of the Thunderskin members made their way into the forest without realizing they were being watched every step they took.
Mark could see them but they couldn't see him for he was wearing his usual all-black clothing to match the dark cold night that was tonight. Not only that though, the Creole had put on some black face paint just to keep his face covered. He was black but his skin was still fairly light enough to be seen in the dark so adding it seemed to be helping him out better.
And when the first man, a blonde-haired man with a Nazi Flag on his hat found himself straying away from the group Mark pounced on him and wrapped his arms around his neck like a lion biting its jaws down on a gazelle. Then with a sharp twist he managed to break the man's neck before tossing him to the side and looking to the next.
To his glee though he watched as one man was making his way over to one of the traps he'd set around the cabin and with one misplaced step found himself standing under a tree without realizing there was a noose hanging over his head until Mark ran over, grabbed the rope, and dropped down on the man's neck.
"The fuck-." He started before going silent as Mark pulled down on the rope forcing him off his feet and breaking the man's neck in the process.
He'd given Tasha's kidnappers three hours to come to the cabin. They thought it would take him a while to get there since he would still be in New Arcadia, but instead he was in Sunbelt and that short drive gave him enough time to setup many traps in and around the cabin that none of them knew they were walking into.
While Mark worked over the men on the outside those that went inside of the house found themselves kicking in the front door and making their way in as Mark stabbed another man in the side of the neck with his Combat Knife before looking down on him and smiling.
"Shit!" said the shaved headed man with the M4A1 as he walked into the living room while the other men searched the house. "Damn!" he added before pulling out his cellphone and dialing Henry.
"Yeah, we're at the location but there's no sign of Mark just a dusty old cabin and a few old pictures, there are signs that he was here though." He replied while walking over to a picture on a mantle that showed a smiling Mark and Tasha.
As he spoke on the phone though Mark found himself walking towards the front door with a trail of blood showing just where he went. The blood wasn't his own, instead it belonged to the severed head of a man who was unfortunate enough to be on the other end of his knife.
"If he isn't there how are there signs that he was?" Henry asked over the phone.
"There's a cellphone on the table in here and looks fairly new." The man replied.
"Son of a bitch he's there-." Henry yelled out as a loud thudding caused everyone to whip their heads around and notice a head severed head rolling into the living room from the front door before hitting the table in the center of the room.
"Shit-." Said one man as he approached the Grenade without noticing the Hand Grenade that shoved inside of its mouth.
"GET DOWN!" One man yelled out as the Grenade exploded and knocked everyone near it off their feet. Killing two men and forcing the man with the M4 to flip backwards as he hit the ground with a loud thud.
Almost like that was his que in a play, Mark came rushing through the back door into the kitchen with his Rifle drawn and fired off five rounds into the back of the head of a Thunderskin who was looking away from him. As another man came from the side though he responded by hitting him over the head with the butt of his weapon, leaving him temporarily stunned, and then firing off five shots into the man's stomach.
"You're dead!" yelled another Thunderskin with a military style crew cut and sleeveless shirt as he ran at Mark firing his MP5. To his surprise though Mark quickly lowered himself into a firing stance and fired off five more shots that hit the man in the face before turning back around and shooting the man he shot in the stomach in the head before moving to reload behind the kitchen counter.
"Kill that fucking nigger." Yelled one man as he and three others started to fire on Mark who finished reloading and peeked past the counter to notice that the men were standing under the kitchen light.
They didn't notice it, probably because it was dark, but this particular lightbulb wasn't white or clear like most others. Instead it was dark gray and it wasn't because it was a party light. It was because the lightbulb was filled with gunpowder and alcohol. It was a deadly affective trap that not many people often looked out for.
As the firing stopped Mark quickly took his chance so he jumped from cover into a firing stance and fired a single shot into the lightbulb creating not an explosion but a beautiful display of orange flames that rained down on the man causing them to scream out as they were cooked in the flames.
"Took much alcohol, not enough gunpowder." Mark whispered under his breath as he moved past the burning men into the living room where a man running out of the bedroom tried to rush him only to end up with a bullet in the right leg and to his shock a bullet in the head as Mark turned his Rifle to the side to get a clearer shot despite it being a close range killshot.
As another Thunderskin ran his way, though Mark quickly took care of him with a single shot to his head before feeling a sharp pain in his back as another man with short brown hair armed with an MP5 shot him three times in the back and as Mark whipped around trying to grab his M1911 the man fired two more shots that embedded themselves into the front of his bulletproof vest.
This caused Mark to give an animal like scream as he fired off two shots, from the hip with his Pistol striking the man in the stomach before he rushed him and slammed his left hand under his throat in put it in a death grip while firing off four more shots into the man stomach before slamming his head against the wall and putting the hot barrel of his Pistol to the man's chin.
"FUCK YOU!" the Creole screamed out before firing the last bullet of his Pistol into the man's head and splattering his brains across the wall.
"Don't just stand there fuck him up!" the man with the M4 yelled out as another Thunderskin member with a Mac-10 fired off a barrage of rounds at Mark who rolled to cover before pull Lee's Benelli Shotgun off the holster on his back.
The youngest Roman then rolled out of cover and fired a single slug into the chest of the man with the Mac-10 causing him to stumble backwards on the couch. His pain wasn't over yet though as Mark fired another slug into chest and sent him falling back onto another man who hit the fireplace of the cabin wit the back of his head.
His head pains weren't long though as Mark fired another slug into his face before retreating to cover as the man with the M4 fired off a barrage of rounds his way just as another six men did the same forcing the youngest Roman back into the kitchen.
"Give up Mark it's over." The man with the M4 yelled out as Mark chuckled loudly enough for them all to hear.
"I'm gonna watch all of you die." He shot back while pulling a detonator out of his pocket and hitting the button on it causing the TV in the living room to explode and send all the men around it flying forward with burns over their bodies, disoriented, and screaming in pain with one man lying on the ground with his innards exposed for the world to see.
As Mark broke from cover and shot the first man he saw in the stomach with Lee's Shotgun before turning it on another man who quickly jumped behind a desk for cover while Mark sent three more slugs his way before tossing down Lee's Shotgun and rushing the man with his knife.
He was expecting Mark to come from his right but instead the Creole came from his left and clocked the man in the mouth with hard left hook before stabbing him in the chest as the man with the M4 and two more Thunderskins tried to run down the hallway only for to be stopped as Mark grabbed an MP5 off the body of the man he stabbed and fired its remaining clip striking both lackeys in the back of the head while the main leader ducked off into the bedroom that was once Mark's and Tasha's and fired off several shots at Mark who was forced to take cover in the bathroom.
As he fired off what remained in his gun Mark took his chance, broke from cover, and threw his Knife at the man catching him in the right shoulder causing him to scream out before being hit with a running knee strike to the chest courtesy of Mark who knocked him down on the bed.
With that Mark gave a satisfied howl almost like that of past Zulu Warrior before watching as the man pulled the knife out of his body and ran at him swinging wildly. As he extended himself to stab Mark in the ribs, the youngest Roman sidestepped him, punched him once in the mouth, and finished it off by grabbing his arm.
Then with a sickening crunch Mark twisted his arm causing the white supremacist great pain, this pain was only magnified though as Mark drove his right elbow into the man's elbow successfully breaking his arm and giving Mark full control over the appendage as he used his strength to force the man to stab himself in the side.
Then with all his strength Mark tossed the man back onto the bed, pulled his knife out, and pushed him back onto the ground.
"Please…enough-." He pleaded while trying to use the bed as leverage to pick himself up.
"You know what they did to slaves they caught trying to run away the second time around?" Mark asked causing the man to go wide eyed in fear as Mark lowered himself and with one quick slicing motion cut the hamstring on the man's right leg before adding more pain in the man's life by stabbing him in the side then kicking him away.
"Guess that's all of them." Mark said before he heard a loud groan and noticed that one of the men that had been taken down in the TV explosion was trying to crawl out the front door on one leg. "Spoke to soon." Mark let out before reloading his M1911 and fired a single shot that struck the man in the back of the head and sent him falling back down on the ground face first.
He then turned his attention back to the man with the sliced Hamstring and stomped down on the man's bleeding leg causing him to shout out in pain.
"Thunderskins, I wasn't expecting to see you…are you gonna tell me where she is or make this difficult?" Mark asked with a hint of politeness in his tone.
"Screw you-!" the man shouted only for Mark to respond by shooting him once in his slice wound. "I'll die before I tell you anything." He let out while Mark nodded his head.
"Fair enough!" those were the only words he could muster before shooting the man once in the head then moving to search his body before stopping as he pulled out the man's cellphone and his wallet.
"Bringing a wallet to a gunfight, amateur." The Creole stated before pocketing his cash then tossing the wallet back down just as the man's cellphone started to ring causing him to quickly answer it.
"If you're looking for your friend and his crew they're all in the next life right now and are unable to answer your call." The youngest Roman let out with a slight chuckle only to hear another chuckle from the other end of the phone.
"I figured you'd kill them all, especially with all the stories I heard about you over the years. You've racked up quite the body count." Henry let out while Mark chuckled.
"You don't know the half of it, so tell me who are you. Just another mercenary here to the do the work of the Aryan Vanguard or some wannabe who got a text message from a Mexican?" Mark asked.
"I took the text, but you say that you can't remember me Marcus. We have a lot history together a few years back. Up until you left me for a train." The man shot back causing Mark to go wide eyed.
"Henry…you survived that train, I figured you would but I didn't think you would survive prison. You know being a gimp in all. You know there is always a guy in a wheel chair in prison he's always black or brown though so tell me how do they treat white guys in wheel chairs?" Mark asked.
"It was hell, but the Vanguard protected me as they do their own." Henry shot back while Mark chuckled.
"Thought you Aryans didn't like people with disabilities?" Mark asked with a slight chuckle.
"Not if they aren't born with disabilities." Henry shot back.
"You took quite a chance you know that, by kidnapping her. What made you think I'd come save her?" he asked.
"You did, didn't you?" Henry asked. "You and her may not be together, but you and I know that doesn't mean you'd just let someone mess up a hair on this one's pretty face."
"You're wrong about that because I don't care what you do to her, but you're right about one thing." Mark let out earning a slight smile from Henry while Tasha looked at the man with wide eyed. "I'm coming for you, not for her, but because I need to finish the job I started a long time ago." Mark replied before ending the call and looking down at his phone where his trackify app was able to locate the source of the call.
There was still another four hours before Lee and Jimmy's plane arrived, he doubted they would be of much use to him though even if they were arriving in five minutes. He needed to make a move on Henry now though or else Tasha may not have another hour.
"In desperate times, I'm usually the desperate measure…but I guess this the time where the desperate measure must call in his own desperate measure." Mark replied as he dialed another number on his phone.
Sunbelt City
The sun had long since set on this day as Task found himself standing under the freeway on the city's east side. Not another soul was with him, Mark warned him that he people he was meeting wouldn't sit well with any of his Vago friends and Adahy was a hothead who chose a side while supposed to be independent.
He didn't like the idea of doing a gun deal alone, but he trusted Mark enough to believe his word. Mark didn't mention who was buying the guns though so he was expecting to see either Families, Ballas, or more BSU.
What he got was something entirely different.
As the sound of car engines and tires approaching caught his attention, the Lakota quickly lifted his head and watched as a bright red Stallion and a black Sabre pulled up before him. More to his surprise instead of seeing black or white men step out of the vehicle instead he saw men and women of Mexican descent dressed in either the attire of a cholo or black gangsters.
Then to Task's surprise he watched as a woman of Mexican and Argentina descent with a light brown skin tone long brown hair, bright brown eyes, and wearing a red and white stripped crop top that exposed the tattoo on her stomach that read Rifa 14, high pants, black boots, black lipstic.
"You the Taskmaster?" she asked in a rather deep sultry voice that quickly caught the attention of Task.
"It's Task for short." The Lakota replied before extending his hand to the woman. "And you are?"
"Cheta." She replied before moving to shake the hand of Task. "You have the hardware?" she asked while Task nodded his head before making way over to the back of his truck where he quickly pulled out a wooden crate and lifted the top off to reveal that it was filled with about a dozen guns.
"Just got them from our suppliers." Task let out.
"MP5's." Cheta started while raising a brow as she watched Task pull out one of the guns and reveal it to the woman that it was outfitted with a Scope and Foregrip
"MP5K's, the same variant used by the United States Navy with the added padding to the buttstocks to reduce the strain of the recoil." Task replied while Cheta nodded her head before he passed the weapon over to her and watched as she held it up in a firing position.
"It's light!" she let while Task nodded his head. "Tell me how do you know Marcus Roman?" she asked while Task gave a raised brow.
"Occasionally I sell him and his crew weapons and ammo and we've pulled a few jobs." Task replied while Cheta gave a chuckle at his response.
"So he's still pulling jobs." She said with a slight chuckle before smiling at Task. "We'll take them and we'll be looking to you in the future for another sale." The woman replied to the confusion of Task as he watched a bald man wearing black glasses and a red jersey walk over to him with a duffel bag and handing it over.
"Fifty K for this, and another twenty as down payment for the next shipment." Cheta stated while Task nodded his head. He wanted to ask why they were requesting so much firepower but he knew to do sso would be dangerous so he decided to leave it alone and just take his money and run.
Before he could do so though his cellphone started to vibrate from a familiar number.
New Arcadia
It was late, though Alison still wasn't sleepy as her mind continued to focus on Mark who seemed almost to have vanished from New Arcadia completely. She was worried and the more she thought about him the more on edge she seemed to be.
As she continued to think on the matter though her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Steve entered her office and looked at her with a look of concern in his eyes.
"Maybe you should go home and get some sleep." He let out while Alison chuckled.
"I'm fine, besides we need to locate Mark and this Matthew guy." She replied while Steve nodded his head.
"Don't worry, police in Sunbelt are now watching the BSU clubhouse in Sunbelt City. If they spot Marcus, Lee, Jimmy, or any of them they'll let us know and we'll be on the move." He replied while Alison looked up at him with a serious look on her face.
"I know you want to catch him bad and we'll get them..i promise." He let out before moving to plant a quick kiss on the cheek of Alison without realizing that she did want Mark, but she didn't want to put him in prison. She wanted him just to know he's safe.
"You're right." She replied while sending a smile to Steve who nodded his head.
"Of course I am, now come home with me." He said with a smile while extending his hand to Alison who quickly took it with a smile on her own.
Katie, New Austin
Just a few miles from the Louisiana, New Austin border was a small town with a very bloody history. The town was known as Jorden and it was known as the Butterfly Capital of New Austin because of it's annual Butterfly Festival.
Still this town has a very seedy history of being a haven for white supremacy and Neo Nazi's. This was brought to light back in 1998 when an African American man was dragged to death by three white men. This catapulted the city to being on a danger haven for many African Americans.
It was this danger haven that Mark found himself in now.
He tracked Henry's cellphone signal to a rather large home on the outskirts of the city. As he walked the city streets he remembered stories his grandmother told him about this city. She told him not to travel at night and just drive through it. Don't stop and don't even buy anything in this city, don't fund or support places like this.
At first he thought it was just his grandmothers old Civil Rights lifestyle coming back into the world, but as he walked through the city streets on this night he saw what she meant. He was attracting attention from people and on occasion he did see a truck with Caucasian men in it patrolling the streets as if they were the police.
"Guess this is what you meant when you said No Sun Down Town huh Nana?" he whispered to himself before finally arriving at the outside gate of a large house on the outskirts of the city. Upon doing so he quickly noticed that the gate was being guarded by three armed men who turned their guns on him as he approached the gate and raised his hands up.
"I'm unarmored so get off your asses and take me to him." Mark ordered as the three men came over to him and quickly started to pat him down in search of any weapons. The only thing they found though was his cellphone and his Combat Knife.
"Sure you can take that I won't need it." Mark replied while watching one man pocket his phone before reaching for his knife. "I'm gonna need that back you know." He added before he took a punch to the gut and was forced towards the house.
The news of Mark being captured spread fast throughout the house as Henry found himself chuckling to himself in front of Tasha who sat with a hint of fear in the seat she was in.
"Alright you have him, now can you let me go?" she asked while Henry looked to her with a twisted smile.
"Why would I do that, you should feel lucky because you're gonna be sharing a hole with him when I'm done." Henry let out to Tasha's shock and surprise.
"But you have him, what do you need me for. We aren't together, if you think hurting me will bring him pain and make him suffer than you're wrong. He doesn't give a damn about me not even a little." Tasha roared out causing Henry to give her an angry look of his own.
"Your piece of shit boyfriend let a train run over my legs than had me sent to prison. He left me for dead, and then he killed my friends…he took away the only family I ever had while I was locked in a cell." Henry stated with anger in his tone. "And he'll soon face the same fate." Henry added before taking a sock and stuffing it into the mouth of Tasha who let out a muffled scream as the door to the room was opened and Mark was brought inside by the men from the front gate.
"Well Henry the years haven't been too kind I see." Mark let out with a slight chuckle as he looked down on Henry with a smile only to be hit in the knee by the guy behind him and brought down to Henry's eye level.
"That's much better." Said Henry as he rolled over to Mark who couldn't help but to chuckle as Henry threw a punch to the side of his face and knocked him to the floor.
"Five years, you took five years away from me Marcus along with my family and now I'm gonna do the same to you." He yelled out while looking to Tasha who stood by with tears in her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure she told you already but I have no love for that one. So if you think hurting her will hurt me, than you're wrong. You're basically holding onto another body." Mark let out while Henry chuckled.
"Well I guess just to piece you off we'll bury you with someone you hate then." Stated Henry as he watched two of his men grab Mark by the arms and lift him up. "Where are the others Marcus, everyone knows you never do anything alone?" he asked while Mark chuckled.
"Didn't think I would need them you know since you're a gimp and all." Mark responded only to be punched in the abdomen courtesy of the man who was carrying his knife.
"I was hoping to kill all of them in front of you before doing you but I guess I'll have to start with you first then hunt them down." Henry stated as Mark spit the blood that was building in his mouth into the man's face causing Henry to punch him again across the face with enough force that he was almost thrown from his wheelchair and Mark was knocked to the ground with blood spewing from his mouth.
"Good fight back it'll just make this all the more easier." Henry yelled out as he watched Mark look up at him with blood flowing from his mouth and an angry expression on his face. "I hope you told your friends you loved them before you came here because you're not leaving here alive." Henry stated while looking down on Mark who turned his attention to Tasha and noticed the tears building in her eyes.
"Tasha close your eyes for me." Mark ordered causing Henry to look back at her with a sadistic smile.
"You close your eyes and I'll slice open your eyelids." He yelled to her causing her to jump back while Mark rolled his eyes.
"You see that, you say you don't love her yet you're sparing her from watching you die. What does that tell you?" Henry asked with venom in his tone.
"You're right I am sparing here, but not from the fate of watching me die." Mark yelled causing Henry to go wide eyed before the sound of glass breaking caused Tasha to yell out while Henry looked back and noticed a rather large hole in one of the windows.
"The fuck-." He started before looking to Mark and noticing that there was blood dripping on his back and as Henry looked up he quickly noticed that the blood was coming from the throat of one of the men who took him.
"See what I mean." Mark let out causing Henry to look down as the Roman quickly threw a punch to the midsection of the man who took his knife and quickly threw him to the ground while pushing Henry to the floor.
"KILL HIM!" the Thunderskin leader yelled out from the floor as Mark pulled his knife from the Thunderskin member who took it before burying it deep within the man's throat.
Mark then watched as a man with a Mohawk entered the room carrying an AK-47U Assault Rifle and took aim at Mark who quickly scrambled as the bullets came his way and knocked Tasha to the floor so that she could avoid being hit.
"Shit!" Mark yelled out as Tasha noticed he took a bullet in the back that ledged itself in his vest. The Creole then heard a loud groan as the man at the door was hit once in the chest and sent falling back to the floor.
"Cutting it close aren't you Taskmaster?" Mark asked as Task found himself looking through the barrel of a Barrett Sniper Rifle and shot down a Thunderskin member with long blonde hair as he started to make his way through the front door only to be hit once in the back and collapse on top on the stairway.
"Get out of there already Mark." Task whispered under his breath before shooting another man in the leg.
"Come on!" Mark ordered as he pulled the sock out of Tasha's mouth and cut the rope that bounded her hands to the chair. "We need to leave." He said.
"What was your first clue." Tasha asked as she watched him make his way over to the doorway and grab the AK-47U off the dead Thunderskin member and started to fire a barrage of rounds outside the door striking down two Thunderskin members as they started to make their way down the hall.
"How are we gonna get out of here?" Tasha asked as she watched Mark slam and lock the door.
"There is no escaping." Henry called out to Mark who watched him lift up a Pistol towards Mark who stomped on his hand and took the gun away from him.
"Time to see if you can fly." Mark called out before grabbing Henry by his shirt before tossing the man head first out the window and watching as he hit the hard ground outside with a loud splat.
"Jesus Mark!" Tasha called out.
"Hey a few seconds ago he was gonna kill the both of us, just remember that." Mark shot back before making his way over to the window where he started to clear the broken glass then looked back at Tasha.
"Alright you first." Mark ordered to her dismay as she eyed him angrily.
"I'm not jumping from a second story window." She yelled out while Mark shook his head in anger.
"It's not a high drop or would you rather go through a house full of guys with guns." Mark retorted causing the girl to go silent before watching him take off his jacket and handing it over to her. "There are bushes down there. You go first and I'll be right behind you."
"I can't do this." She shot back only for Mark to grab her by the shoulder and look her square in the eyes and yell. "You don't have a choice if you want to live." He stated just as the duo heard a loud bang at the door.
"Go now and I'll be right behind you." Mark added once more as he watched Tasha move to climb out of the window and stepped onto the tiles of the roof. Luckily for her the roof curved so that it hung over the front.
As she looked down though she found herself freezing up again and this didn't go unnoticed as Task looked at her from the scope of his Rifle and quickly gave a slight whistle as he took in the sight of the woman who was still wearing only her bra and panties.
"Good for you Mark." The Lakota muttered before rising from the ground, taking the Sniper Rifle with him and running away while Mark sent a look to Tasha and quickly gave a low growl before climbing out the window behind just as he heard another loud bang at the door.
"I can't do this-." Tasha started before Mark merely wrapped her in his arms before jumping off the edge with his back aimed for the bushes while Tasha screamed in his arms the entire way down.
"SHIT!" Mark screamed out as he hit the bushes and immediately felt a sharp pain in his right side that caused him to look down and notice that a rather sharp stick had penetrated his side and was pushed all the way through his side so that he could see where the wood started and where it ended.
"Oh god!" Tasha muttered with fear in her voice as she noticed Mark clutch onto the piece of wood while he tried his best to roll off the bushes without putting his side through more pain.
Just as he finally managed to roll of the bushes the door heard a crashing sound and looked up as a red Yosemite came speeding in their direction before making a screeching halt in front of them.
"Shit!" said Task as he climbed out the driver's seat of his car and quickly rushed over to Mark and put him on one shoulder.
"What took you so long?" the Creole asked while Task merely chuckled.
"It took you forever to jump!" he replied before helping the youngest Roman into the backseat of his truck with Tasha climbing in after him as he rushed to the driver's seat and sped away while a few remaining Thunderskins fired on him as he went from inside the house.
"Damn this hurts like a bitch!" Mark yelled out as Tasha looked at his wound with wide eyes before speaking up.
"Should I pull it out?" she asked causing both Mark and Task to go wide eyed before yelling out, "NO" at the same time.
"You'll do more damage by just pulling it out you gotta force it through and I've got experience with that so I'll do it." Task stated while Mark chuckled.
"Yeah, just get us somewhere safe to do that and before this thing gets infected." Mark replied while Task nodded his head.
Sunbelt City (Many Years Ago)
The song Savior by Rise Against was blaring loudly in the BSU nightclub, The Bolted Knuckle, as Tasha found herself sitting at a louge area on the first floor talking with Mira, Heather, Brooke, and a few other BSU girls about how their day went.
It had been two months since she had her first try of anal sex with Mark and in that time the duo must have done it another six more times, until just two weeks ago where she finally decided to take the next step with Mark and lost her virginity to him.
As expected it hurt, not as bad as her first time with anal but it still hurt and both her and Mark had a little scare from the blood that came from having her hymen broken. Still it became pretty enjoyable and since that night Mark has made her vagina his best friend on earth.
Another thing that came with him taking her virginity was acceptance. As of now she was now a full member of Brothers Stand United, or at least the girlfriend of a full-member. She was accepted and soon found herself becoming immersed in the lifestyle that was BSU. She listened to more punk rock but she still preferred alternative and Mark was even getting her into Indie Rock something she was starting to find a passion for.
Also like most of the BSU girls she found herself now getting piercing and tattoos. Right now she had a piercing a studded piercing on the side of her right eye, a tongue piercing, but her most prominent piercing was her bellybutton piercing that seemed to catch the attention of most of the boys in the room as they walked past her.
Along with her belly button piercing though there was also the very big rose tattoo that was on her side that she was showing off for the first time today along with her piercing. She always talked about getting tattoos and a piercing when she was young but her parents didn't allow it. Since she was in college and on her own though she found herself now doing things she really wanted to do.
With her new found changes, acceptance, and friendships from all the other girls across the state though came an even greater amount of jealousy and envy that she was the one to be presented on the arms of Marcus Roman, or who she's heard been called "The Warlord".
Even now as she sat with the other girls wearing a black button up half-top that hugged her chest, blue jean pants, black shoes, with large gold hoop earrings she could since that a few girls were giving her the stink eye.
As the girls continued to talk though their conversation was interrupted as they each turned their heads and noticed Mark walking into the building flanked by Lee, Jimmy, Crazy T, and Link while a group of red clad wearing Mexicans followed behind them talking and laughing.
"Who are they?" asked Brooke as she looked to one of the Mexican men with spiky black hair that was covered by a red bandanna and noticed he was wearing a red and black shirt with the number 14 on it, black jeans, and white shoes with a red bandanna in his back pocket.
"That's Gino and his friends, Mark's been hanging around them a lot lately." Stated Tasha says they got some kinda business deal going on." She added.
"Really well how close of friends are Mark and that girl?" asked Mira as Tasha turned her head and sent a look over to Mark who she noticed put his arm over a woman of Mexican and Argentinian descent with long black hair and wearing a red half top, black jeans, and white shoes.
"I think you might have some competition." Mira added while Heather silenced her only for Tasha to let out a slight smile.
"Ain't no competition, I've already won." Tasha let out before rising from her seat and making her way over towards Mark and the others.
As she started to move through the crowd though she found herself catching bits and pieces of the conversations that were being said amongst members of the Militia. Some she paid no mind to while others seemed to catch her interest and leave her wondering.
"Are we sure Henry and his bitch crew are gonna show their faces today?" asked Lars.
"We don't know for sure, but Mark wants everyone strapped up and ready just in case." Crazy T replied.
"Shit I left mine in the car." Mitchell replied.
"Go to Lee and get one he's always carrying more than one." Lars shot back as the duo watched Mitchell walk away while Tasha stood behind watching as Mitchell made her way over to Lee and whisper something in his ear before walking off.
As she made her way to the VIP section of the club she quickly found Mark sitting with Link, Lee, Ryan, Pete, Gino, and a couple of the Mexican men who watched as she walked up and approached Mark before pressing her hand to his ear in the motion that she was whispering to him.
"I need you." Seemed to be the only thing Mark could make out before his mind went blank as he felt a moist velvet like material begin to twirl a circle around his ear causing him to try and suppress the moan that was about to shoot out of him.
As realization hit him though he quickly found himself becoming overcome with lust as he figured out that the wet material was Tasha's tongue and she was rubbing it across his ear to get his attention. She was doing this in front of everyone, that added knowledge seemed to make him even more turned on.
"I'll be right back." Mark stated as he stood from his seat while Tasha grabbed him by the hand and whisked him away from the group with Lee and Link slightly chuckling under their breaths as they went.
After a few minutes of walking Mark quickly followed Tasha into the bathroom where he quickly realized that they were the only ones inside and Tasha planned to keep it that way as she quickly locked the door from the inside and forced Mark into one of the bathroom stalls.
"This couldn't wait?" he asked as Tasha pressed her lips over his while Mark ran his hands over her sides before resting them firmly on her behind.
"No!" Tasha yelped out as she started to kiss and suck on the side of Mark's neck while he ran his tongue over hers and fondled her ass almost like it was molding clay before she turned around so that her ass was rubbing against the tent he was starting to pitch in his pants.
"You like that?" she asked before sharing another kiss with Mark who ran hands over her breast while swirling his tongue around her tongue piercing and taking in the smooth plastic of the pink ornament that in crested it while Tasha's tongue glided across his own.
She then let out a low moan that ended in a yelp as Mark ran his hands over her stomach then roughly groped her breast before nibbling on her earlobe.
"Wait!" she called out before stepping away from Mark who eyed her with a raised brow. "I have something for you." She added to the confusion of Mark who watched as she started to undo the buttons of her shirt before pulling it open and revealing that not only was she not wearing a bra but she'd added something else to her many trinkets.
"Happy birthday to me." Mark let out as he went brained dead upon seeing that Tasha now had both of her nipples pierced with these rather prominent studs that easily left Mark hung as a horse as he eyed them.
"Do you like them?" she asked only for Mark to respond by giving her a quick kiss on the lips that seemed to take her breath away before moving down so that he could kiss her breast.
"I love them." He replied while moving down to run his tongue over her nipple before she quickly pulled away from him.
"They're still a little sore so you can't be too rough with them yet." She declared while Mark nodded his head.
"Alright, I'll let them slide…for now." He muttered before moving to give Tasha another kiss that she again quickly broke.
"I have something else for you though." She replied as Mark watched her drop down so that she was now sitting on the toilet and starting to undo his belt buckle and pants. "I've been thinking about this all day." She added while unzipping Mark's pants and watching as his erection sprang up from the hole almost like a box spring before wrapped her right hand around it and shoved his head into her mouth.
Unlike her first time giving him head she wasn't as slow instead she quickly started to pump his member while sucking him off and running her tongue over him while he continued to grow in both her hand and his mouth.
"Damn!" Mark let out as he watched her take her hand from off his member and place both of her arms behind her back and begin to suck him off. She'd been with Mark long enough to know what he liked, and sure he did like having his dick jerked, it eventually led to him cumming faster, but if she solely sucked him off then it would drag on longer and right now she wanted him if possible.
Since her hands were no longer in the way she immediately started to take in a fair amount of Mark's length, not enough so that she was deepthroating him, just enough for her to keep a steady repetition without gagging on him and since Mark's hand were guiding her head this gave her more control of how much she wanted.
As she pulled his head out with a loud pop she immediate turned her head to the side and started to run her tongue along the side of Mark's shaft causing him to let out a low moan as looked down into Tasha's pretty eyes while taking in the sight of the pink ball at the end of her tongue piercing slide across his shaft before she hit his head and rolled her tongue around him.
As she took him back in her mouth though she decided to pick up more speed and quickly took her hands from behind her back and moved them to the legs of the Creole who muttered something in French as he felt Tasha push him in and out of her mouth in a quick session that left him somewhat weak at knees while he took in the sight of her hair bouncing with each motion of her head.
He then almost teetered downward as she pulled him out of her mouth while a loud pop before bending down so that she could run her tongue along the soft skin along his testicles causing Mark to look up at the ceiling and bite his lip in order to suppress his moan of ecstasy while Tasha continued to make gargling and popping noises with her mouth in order to excite him more.
After moving from his balls she went back to sucking him this time though she decided to test her limit and quickly found herself deepthroating Mark's erection to the point where she had every inch of him down her throat with him wishing her could give her more.
As she removed him though and quickly went back to sucking Mark watched as she started to turn her head so that the tip of his penis was now hitting her right cheek and stretching it out. His eyes then traveled down to her nicely firm breast that seemed to be shaking with each thrust of her head.
Soon his left hand found its way moving south so that he could gently grope her right boob, an action that didn't go unnoticed as Tasha pulled him out of her mouth, gave a devilish smile, and then started to rub the tip of his penis against her bare nipple.
The sensation was blissful to herself as she felt her nipple start to harden against Mark's wet shaft and soon she found herself getting wet.
"You want some pussy?" she asked catching Mark by surprise as he looked down and watched as Tasha stroke his dick one time with her left hand before pulling back so that she could shove three fingers in her move and then moving them down so that they were now was inside of her jeans and gently gliding down her clitoris and fat lips. "You want some?" she asked again before standing up and pulling her fingers out of panties before presenting them to Mark so that he could taste her juices.
"Please say yes I've been wanting this all day." She stated while Mark continued to suck her fingers before saying "Of Course".
He quickly started to regret those words though as Tasha smiled at him before quickly moving to unbutton his pants and pull them down. Upon doing so though both heard a loud clattering sound of something metal hitting the floor and Mark instantly knew what it was, but Tasha was left stunned, shocked, and surprised.
She figured that she would look down and see Mark's phone, but instead she saw a Chrome P99 Pistol that was once tucked in Mark's pants and upon realizing what it was her eyes quickly darted back to Mark who grabbed the weapon and tucked it inside of his jacket.
"Why do you have a gun Marcus?" she asked in a serious tone that left Mark biting his lip. "Answer the question Mark." She yelled out but before Mark could answer her though the duo were interrupted by a loud series of bangs going off in the distance followed by a series of screams of panic and fear.
"Stay here!" Mark muttered to the shock of Tasha as she watched him pull out his gun and rush out of the bathroom guns blazing.
Present
That night seemed like such a long time ago to Tasha, yet she remembered it vividly. It was the night when everything she thought about Mark had started to be warped and their relationship started to go downhill.
That night she watched Mark gun down five people while Lee, Jimmy, Crazy T, and a few other members of the Militia killed nine more together. That was the night she watched him kill, but soon she would find out about him selling drugs, robbing banks, trafficking guns, and contract killing. That was when their relationship became more strained until the point where she just couldn't take it anymore.
As the thoughts of that night quickly faded she quickly returned to reality and found herself standing before Mark who was lying shirtless on the couch with a bandage on his side after Task had gotten the branch out of his side. As she looked at his side she couldn't help but to take in the sight of the prominent tattoo on his side that showed his love for the two women she'd met as well as the other tattoo on his back.
"I fixed him up, but I had to drug him so he should be up in a few hours." Task stated while Tasha nodded his head.
"Good I don't want to hear him talk for a while." Tasha replied to Task's confusion.
"I thought you'd be a little more grateful to the guy who saved your life." The Lakota responded.
"He's the reason I was kidnapped everything that happened tonight is on him." She shot back while Task shook his head.
"It was my understanding that your beef with white supremacist goes back farther then when Mark was even born." Task responded.
"You know what I mean, every problem we have ever had in Sunbelt he's the direct result of it." Tasha replied while Task chuckled at her.
"Wow…Mark was right about you, you are a really ungrateful bitch." He let out causing Tasha to go wide eyed at him. "He may not tell me everything, but I know you cheated on him with the president of your chapter after years of being together with Mark. I don't know why you'd do that-." He started before she cut him off.
"That's right you don't know me so don't judge me." Tasha shot back.
"I don't know you, but I know whenever you have a problem Mark is quick to jump up and rescue you yet you treat him like shit and for what?" Task asked with venom in his tone. "Because trust me there are a lot worse people out there in the world and you could have someone who would have left you to die instead of risking everything to save you." He replied while Tasha stood by shocked in silence.
"Remember that when you're going back to the arms of your boyfriend." He finished before walking away while Tasha sat in silence before looking to the still resting Marcus and seeing the emotionless look on his face.
Metra Lincoln Parish
The sound of continuous grunts seemed to be the only thing Felix could hear as he found himself walking into the living room of Ernesto's safe house where he noticed Loka doing more upper body exercises from her chair.
"If you keep this up you're gonna crash." He said while approaching her as she fell flat on her face before rolling over to look up at him.
"Mind your own business idiota you don't understand what I'm going through." She let out while Felix shook his head.
"You're right about that, but you'll never be able to pass these challenges if you strain yourself too much before they even start." He shot back before moving to help her up and set her back down in her wheelchair. "I have faith that you can do this, we all do, but not if you push yourself to hard. Fight on, just don't overdo it." He added before walking away from her while the Chola sat in silence before rolling back to her room.
The Next Day
The sound of the water running is what awoke Tasha followed by the bright lights that were being cast into the room of the hotel she was sharing with the youngest Roman. As she lifted her head though she quickly realized that he was no longer resting on the bed but instead standing in the bathroom making loud grunts.
As she rose from her bed in search of him she quickly noticed that the bathroom door was wide opened and caught sight of Mark struggling to pull off his shirt without causing too much pain to his bandaged side.
"Damn it!" he muttered as he gave a loud wince before being taking by surprise as Tasha walked over to him and started to help him remove his shirt in silence.
The action left Mark stunned and left without words as Tasha stood behind him and tossed his shirt to the side while he looked in the mirror and noticed the emotionless look on her face as she looked down and noticed Mark's most prominent tattoo that she was to this day still unaware of.
"When did you get this one?" she asked while reading the inscription that left a thought in her mind that made her feel somewhat bad.
"Do you really need to ask?" he retorted while moving to change his bandage only to be stopped as Tasha pushed his hands aside, pulled the dirty bandage off his side, and instantly recoiled as she took in the sight of the still fresh wound that looked almost like a red geyser in Mark's side
"You would think with all the old injuries you've seen me with you'd have gotten used to this type of shit." Mark retorted while Tasha put peroxide on Mark's bandage before slamming it against his wound and causing him to wince in pain as she started to tape up his injury.
"You would think with me working to get a degree in Biology I would see more injuries in class instead of being with you guys." She replied with a hint of anger in her tone as Mark moved to turn around so that she could wrap the tape on his stomach.
"Lift your arms." She said while continuing to wrap him up before looking up and noticing the half smile on his face that almost seemed to remind her of when they were younger.
As the Tasha finished removing Mark's bandages, the Creole immediately dropped his arms without turning his eyes away from Tasha who was still staring at him in a manner that left him confused.
"Thanks!" he muttered only to be again taken off-guard as she ran her hand over his already hurt cheek before resting it on the back of his head and pulling him down so that for the first time in years his lips can contact her own.
The move shocked Mark and left him somewhat frozen in place and unwilling to move despite his mind telling him "HALT AND WALK THE FUCK AWAY". Still he didn't step away instead he kissed back, he leaned himself down to deepen the kiss, and he moved his hands down to her waist and started to grab at her butt while she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
Soon Mark found himself moving his hands inside of the robe she was wearing and grabbing at the hem of her bra so that he could feel her pierced nipples through the fabric lace. She didn't protest, however she did back away from him the second he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth and move his hands inside the front of her panties.
"You kissed me." She muttered while Mark rolled his eyes.
"No, you kissed me and me being a guy with a dick, decided to see just how far I could go." Mark replied while looking at Tasha with a half-smile before moving his hands so that he could open her robe and reveal that he managed to pull her bra down just enough so that her nipples were sticking out and her panties were somewhat pulled to the side revealing her fat cake of life. "Farther than I thought I would, I must admit." He added.
"Fuck you!" she shot back with venom in her tone while he eyed her angrily.
"I suggest you get dressed because we're leaving. The plane my brothers are on will be landing shortly and I wish to be there to meet them." Mark replied before walking out of the bathroom while Tasha watched him leave angrily.
Sunbelt City (Years Ago)
The song Pride by Damageplan was blaring loudly on the radio of the sports bar on Sunbelt's East Side. He wasn't a drinker and he didn't care much for sports, instead their were two other things he was here for right now…the chicken wings and the drunk assholes he hoped could provide him a means to let out some of his anger.
After dipping a wing in barbeque sauce and taking a bite out of it Mark looked down at his ringing cellphone and notice that Tasha was calling him again. He didn't want to hear anything she had to say, for less than forty-eight hours ago he'd walked in on her fucking the man he thought was his friend Ryan.
He didn't want to speak to her, if he did he doubted he'd be able to keep every hurtful thing he wanted to tell her on the inside. They had been having problem since that night at the club where'd she'd watched him and the other militia members kill for her first time. Then learning about the drug dealing and robberies caused her to distance herself even more and Mark guessed that must have led her into the arms of another.
"Can you turn that shit off or take it outside." Yelled out the man sitting next to Mark. He was a rather buff looking Caucasian man with short brown hair and wearing a letterman jacket for the University of New Austin Football team which further seemed to bring anger to the youngest Roman.
"Right on time!" Mark let out. "Hey bartender can I get a beer?" Mark asked in the direction of the brown haired female bar tender who had her back turned to him.
"Coming right-." The woman responded only to turn around and jump as she caught sight of Mark who kept his eyed on her.
"Mark, what are you doing here and drinking?" Whitney asked with a raised brow.
"You gonna give me that beer?" he asked again with an emotionless tone before noticing an angry expression spread across the girls face as she moved out of the bar area and quickly grabbed him by the and proceeded to pull him out the back of the bar.
"I don't think this is good service." Mark let out while Whitney forced him against the wall.
"You're not about to start a fight here like you do when you're pissed Marcus. I can get fired for that shit." She replied while Mark gave a slight chuckle.
"So this is how you've been supporting your drug addiction, giving any handies on the side?" he asked only to be slapped across the face by Whitney.
"If you know what's good for you Mark I'd leave if I were before I call Lars, Crazy T, and Mitchell. Let's just say we're not all too happy about you kicking us out for Ryan." She shot back while Mark gave another chuckle and retorted.
"Fuck Ryan!" he yelled out to her shock and surprise. "Fuck him…and fuck Bullshitters Standing United." He added again while Whitney continued to eye him before watching as he turned his back on her and started to walk away.
"What's your malfunction?" she asked causing Mark to look back at her with an angry expression on his face.
Present
The drive to the outskirts of Sunbelt wasn't long as Mark found himself pulling his car up to a private runway outside of the city while Tasha sat beside him merely looking out the window in silence. Before arriving here the duo had finally managed to stop to a store and Mark was able to change into a black button up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up, a pair of dark blue jeans, and brown boots while Tasha had gotten a white V-neck shirt, blue jean pants, black boots, and a black leather jacket to wear over her shirt.
As the duo sat in silence the radio was turned to New Austin Classic Rock Radio and the song Arms of a Stranger by 12 Stones started to feel the air. As the song started to play Mark instantly gave a loud scoff at the verbal message of his life with Tasha. He came home one night and found her in the arms of not a stranger but a close friend and the aftermath of it could best be described by the lyrics of the song.
While Mark thought it described his life Tasha found herself having a sinking feeling in her stomach as the song continued to play on the radio.
"Mark…you won't tell Ryan about this morning will you?" she asked with a hint of sorrow in her voice while Mark merely chuckled.
"Did the bitch tell me about you and him?" the Creole shot back as he noticed a plane starting to approach in the distance and quickly stepped out of his car as he watched it draw closer to the runway before touching down and coming to a slow halt.
As Mark made his way towards the plane Tasha immediately started to follow him as the duo watched the doors pop open and watched as a familiar redheaded man was the first to take the step off the plane.
"Holy shit!" Mark let out as he caught sight of Jimmy whose face was somewhat swollen with both of his eyes blackened yet showing signs of healing. His nose also looked like it had once been broken as it had medical tape on it to match the tape wrapped around his forehead.
He walked with a limp and as he caught sight of Mark he immediately recoiled back into the plane so that he could vomit into a blue bucket that was placed near the exit of the plane.
"Jesus they got wrecked." Tasha added as the duo watched Lee step out next with a prominent amount of bandage wrapped around his entire head, arms, legs, and chest. Like Jimmy his eyes were also blackened and swollen and there was a heavy amount of bandage on his shoulder as well.
After seeing the duo Mark then watched as Thire stepped out of the plane with bandages wrapped around his arms and chest, then Tup followed suit with bandages on his shoulders and one of his legs, then out stepped a few more BSU members neither Mark and Tasha were familiar with who were either heavily bandaged or just looked at little shook up.
"We're gonna need a bigger ride." Mark replied while watching as a Japanese American woman with bright red hair stepped out of the plane followed by a man who was helping Jimmy move.
Hours Later
It would take a few hours to get a big enough ride to commute everyone to a BSU safehouse outside of Sunbelt so Mark, Tasha, Lee, Jimmy, and Thire made their way back to the BSU clubhouse in Sunbelt while Kix, Ren, and Tup stayed with the injured.
Upon arriving the group was immediately met with smiles from Pete as he walked into the main lounge area with Link, Davey, Eddy, Manfred, Mira, Heather, and a few more BSU members following close behind them. A few of them were quick to rush to the aid of Tasha while Pete, Mira, and Heather gave their attention to Lee, Jimmy, and Thire.
"Jesus Christ, what do the other guys look like?" asked Heather as she ran her head over the back of Lee's head.
"He looked better before we showed up." The Chinese man shot back with a slight chuckle while Mark and Link approached him with serious look on their faces.
"Couldn't stick to the plan?" Mark asked while folding his arms over his chest.
"They were gonna move on them with or without us. I think we saved more lives by fighting beside them then just letting them rush in guns blazing though." Jimmy retorted before moving to vomit again in a bucket while Mark looked at him with a raised brow.
"Jesus Christ what's wrong with you?" Link asked.
"Captain Psychopath here cut off the tattoo of the man who left him barbed wire and fucking ate it." Lee stated causing all the women in the room to cringe including Tasha who put her hands over her mouth in disgust.
"Jimmy man I give you an A for brutality but that shit's just foul." Mark replied.
"At the time it seemed like a good idea." Jimmy shot back while Mark turned his attention to Thire.
"How you holding up, since what happened with Echo?" he asked while eyeing the man closely.
"The same way any of us would." The Maori shot back while Mark merely nodded his head before resting a hand on his shoulder just as the group heard a loud crashing sound at the front door that caused them all to turn their heads in shock and surprise and watch as men in all-black came slamming charging through the front door.
"FIB GET ON THE GROUND!" one man yelled out as he forced Mark, Lee, and Jimmy to the ground while the other officers kept their guns trained on the other BSU members.
As Tasha watched Mark be escorted out by two officers who tried their best to keep him from thrashing too much, she instantly felt a feeling of regret again start to wash over her.
Sunbelt City (Years Ago)
"Yes…right there." Whitney moaned out into the ear of Mark as she found back at her home slowly grinding herself against his erection while he plowed deeper into her.
It had been three days since he met her that day in the sports bar and since then she's been all over him and when Mark dropped the bomb that Tasha had cheated on him and that he thought about leaving Sunbelt all-together it seemed to have become her personal mission to keep him in Sunbelt and join up with her and the "Tax-Free BSU".
She didn't tell Shawna or any of the others, Mark figured she was doing this behind their backs since most of them did have strong animosity against him. He had to thank her for trying, but still…she was only trying.
"Whitney I'm-." Mark started before the girl rolled off him and quickly removed the condom he was wearing before taking his load deep down her throat and swallowing every drop while Mark laid back satisfaction and massaged her moist cunt with his fingers as she continued to blow him for six minutes after his ejaculation.
"Thanks!" Mark let out as the girl pulled him out of her mouth and licked his shaft once before saying. "We can make this an everyday thing if you want."
"Don't get your hopes up." Mark replied while rolling from under Whitney who moved so that she was resting her hand on his chest,
"Come on Mark, Ryan and Tasha betrayed you and you turned your back on BSU. I'm pretty sure Lars and the others will accept you." She replied while Mark kept his gaze away from her only to let out a light moan as he felt her run her fingers gently along his ball.
"Come with me tomorrow to the clubhouse and just at least hear them out." She asked while Mark gave a low growl.
"Fine, I'll talk with them and see where it goes." Mark replied earning a smile from Whitney who responded by kissing his chest and then running her tongue along his nipple.
"You up for another round?" she asked with a toothy smile while brushing a few strands of her hair from her head.
"Yeah!" he replied.
As morning came though and Whitney found herself still sleeping peacefully the spot next to her was vacant as Mark found himself standing over her with his duffel bag hanging off one of his shoulders and his car keys in his right hand.
She tried her best to get him to stay, that's why he was slipping out in the early hours of the morning so as not to hurt her feelings. She wanted him to stay with her and the others, but after taking his eyes off the young girl Mark brought his gaze back to the dresser before him where he noticed a crackpipe resting gently near her bed.
She hadn't changed, she was still a drug addict just like Shawna, Lars, and the others and he refused to watch his own life spiral into that black abyss the same way their did.
He was leaving for a new city and this time he wouldn't let love destroy his life.
Authors Note: And there you have it for this chapter. I know it was sorta long and I know some of you told me to stop doing so many flashbacks in a chapter because sometimes it got confusing to the story, but it needed to be done for this chapter.
This chapter wasn't just meant to show Lee, Jimmy, and the others returning from their attack in Los Santos, it was also meant to show the past relationship between Mark and Tasha. I wanted to show that before they went downhill there was genuine love between the two that started to fade once Tasha truly found out what Mark was doing.
I showed just a little of that through both Mark and Tasha's perspective this chapter, but I didn't show Mark walking in on Tasha and Ryan. My reason for that is because I will do another flashback later down the line more from Tasha's POV that goes into her life after seeing Mark kill and what led to her sleeping with Ryan.
I also wanted to point out that Tasha is a bit of a freak in the sheets and that kinda helped Mark in finding love with the girl.
The concert where Mark saved Tasha and her friends from is based off a real concert I went to back in 2009 with some friends and Tasha's friends are based off these girls we met at the concert. That scene of Mark and the Militia saving them though is based off how Elgin James described saving some kids from Skinheads in that Gangland episode of FSU.
The character Pete is visually based on Devon Bostick who played Jasper on The 100. The Rifa chick Cheta doesn't have a visual basis yet but she will be featured in later chapters as a sorta new ally to Task.
The characters Shawna, Whitney, Crazy-T, Lars, and Mitchell were introduced and ultimately taken out in Onkwehonwe's story Concrete Jungle a few chapters back as dropouts of BSU and this chapter I wanted to further show that they played major roles in BSU as soldiers, groupies, and friends amongst the other members. Since I show Lee, Jimmy, Link, and the others every chapter I decided to show more of the other members.
The character Henry is visually based on actor Jake Sim and since this chapter dealt with dealing with past events. I decided to add in a past enemy. I thought about saving Henry for later and dragging his war with BSU out but I plans for them a little later down the line and let's just say their war will be a lot more bloodier then with the Thunderskins.
The scene of Mark dropping those Thunderskins was based off a scene in the show The Punisher. He's my favorite marvel character so you guys could have expected to see some aspects of that show in this fic. Also Mark putting the gunpowder in a light bulb in also something he did in that show.
Alright then stick around for next chapter as Mark, Lee, and Jimmy must confront Alison with what they've done, Mark's spends a day getting revenge with Courtney, and someone from Los Santos comes to New Arcadia in retaliation. If you've read Onkewhonwe's last chapter you know who it is. I show the aftermath of his attack.
Thank you all for reading have a good night Zilla 2000 out.
