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And thus, I return to write
another fic. I actually started working on this one, while writing up From
Darkness to Light. I did plan on making that fic longer, but I lost interest
and wanted to write this instead. Again, I don't own GTA3 or any of the
characters, other than Mary, she's my creation. All the other characters from
the game are, of course, copyright Rockstar. This story goes more in depth with
the Leones and what things were beginning to take shape after GTA3. More chapters
will be added as I get time to write them, and I will (promise ;)) Enjoy!
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Dark, and, as usual, all the sleazebags were out in Liberty City. Thugs, robbers, muggers, pimps, pushers, hookers. The moon was out tonight, and it illuminated everything on the street, it even seemed to outshine the blazing lights of the sex clubs along the Red Light District. This area was a breeding ground for those with nothing but pleasure on their minds.
The light was red, a hooker walked casually to the corner, adjusting her "endowments" and eyeing the street for any possible clients. She wore a red skirt with red boots, gloves and a red jacket over a black halter top which all fit snugly around her small, curvy frame. Her hair was dark ebony and she kept it in a neat bun with small, curly strands of hair falling around the sides. She was truly irresistible.
A disgusting green Manana pulled up to the light. The driver was fat with bright orange hair and he wore a blindingly bright blue Hawaiian shirt with matching blue shorts. A customer? He leaned over in her direction and flashed a smile, motioning her to come to the open window. Horns were blaring from behind him, he was too infatuated with her breasts to realize the light had turned green. She approached the passenger side and hung over the open window.
The man's face alighted with excitement. "Hey, baby. I need a little action tonight, think you can help me with that?" he said, momentarily stroking his chin.
The prostitute let out a sly grin. "Sure, it'll cost you."
"I know, of course. How long can you do me for a fifty?" he flashed a green bill in front of her face.
She opened the door gracefully and climbed in. The man laughed a bit, almost expecting her to get to work right there. The woman smirked, raised her finger up and gave a scolding gesture.
"You'll have to wait until we get to the room." she said in a taunting tone.
The man gave a small giggle. "Sophisticated, aren't we?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he cleared his throat. "So, ah, where's this place at?" the man said eagerly, finally taking his foot off the brake, much to the relief of the line of motorists behind him.
"Not far from here." she answered as they coasted down the rest of the street. She pointed out the window. "Just over there, actually. In that building right there." she cooed, running her finger down his thigh.
The man jumped a bit in surprise, managed to compose himself and turned a sharp right at the intersection, and drove over to the building which bordered The Red Light District and Saint Mark's, parked the car on the sidewalk and got out with the prostitute. She walked towards the staircase, her body moving in a smooth, sexy way, hypnotizing the hapless sex fiend up to the third floor. The girl ushered him into the dimly lit room and gently closed the rusted door behind her.
The man went straight to the bed and sprawled out, ready to get what he paid for. The woman moved over to him, an insinuating smirk across her face. Before the man knew it, a uniformed LCPD officer burst through the bathroom door and another from the nearby closet, each wielding guns pointed at his carrot topped head.
"W..What the hell.." the man stammered as the prostitute flashed her police badge.
"Sir, you're under arrest." she said with a sly smile as one of the other officers slapped a pair of handcuffs on the man's wrists. "You did know prostitution is illegal, didn't you?"
The man said nothing, somewhat even shocked what he was doing was against the law. As one of the undercover cops read the offender his rights, the other sat on a chair in the corner, a pen and pad of paper in hand. The woman got off the bed and stood in front of the cuffed man.
"I..I don't get it." The man stammered. "Why am I under arrest? I didn't do anything!"
"Under the prostitution laws, hiring a prostitute is illegal." She responded.
The man let out a long sigh. "How bad is this?"
"You'll get a fine at the most." Replied one of the officers. "Unless of course you've been convicted within two years. Then you'll get a fine and community service, maybe even a few months in jail. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
"We're not letting you off that easy." The woman said, folding her arms. "We want to ask you some questions first. If you make it hard for us, it'll be worse. Understand?"
The man had a look of worry on his face. "N...now wait just a second. I can't just go on telling you everything I know. If they hear that I ratted on them, they'll kill me!" he stammered.
"Don't worry about that. You'll be safe in the police station. Okay? No one's going to attack you." She assured him.
"I hope you're right, or else I'm a walking dead man."
"Alright now, let's get started. Who's running the prostitution in this area?"
The man didn't seem to hesitate with his answer. "Everyone knows Luigi does."
The two undercover cops gazed at the girl, but she didn't seem to notice.
"I thought he just owned the night club?" she said, as if this was all new news to her.
"Well, he does, but everyone knows all the girls here belong to him. You don't think he makes all his money just by running a night club, do ya? Besides making money from his girls, all the other joints in the Red Light pay him a part of whatever they make. No one says anything, and no even thinks 'bout not paying. They don't want trouble 'cus Luigi'll give it to 'em."
"Sounds like you're a frequent visitor around these parts." One of the other officers commented. The man didn't reply. Instead, his face flushed red and he stared at the dingy hotel carpet. "Anything else interesting to tell us?"
The man hesitated for a moment before he spoke. "Well..I heard the war's still going on between the Leones and the Triads. Now it's gettin' dangerous 'cus I heard the Diablos were going to side with the Triads."
The woman's face softened, almost as if she was deeply worried. "Anything on when the big war will start?"
The man shook his head. "Things just keep building up. It'll erupt sooner or later. I dunno, that's just the babble I've been hearing from the girls."
The woman nodded in understanding. She turned to the man writing down on the pad. "That's enough. The boys back at the station can grill him for more if they want. That's all I need to hear."
"Heading out?" one of the officers asked.
"I've got some paperwork I need to get done." she said, smiling wearily.
"Need someone to ride with you to the station?"
"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." she said, as she closed the door behind her.
Mary Fiore walked out of the dingy hotel and down the dark, dangerous streets of the Red Light District. She had been a LCPD homicide detective for over three years and it had been the first time in her career she had to actually perform a sting. The LCPD just recently, under orders from Mayor O'Donovan, created a Vice unit of undercover cops to 'clean up' the Red Light district. She was supposed to have volunteered, but due to the lack of female officers in the LCPD, she didn't have much say in the matter when she was approached about it.
The combination of glowing neon lights and moonlight seemed to create some strange sort of artificial daylight on the streets as Mary continued to walk to her car which she parked in an alleyway across from the infamous Sex Club 7. It wasn't generally a good idea to take a stroll down the Red Light at night. It was notoriously the most dangerous area of Liberty city. She was conscious of everything around her, knowing full well all the punks walking around just waiting to take advantage of a "hooker". Needless to say, she didn't take her time. She hurriedly walked into the alleyway, her blue Sentinel was thankfully still parked next to a flight of stairs. She took her keys out of her coat pocket and approached the door. She clicked on a device attached to them to unlock the car and as she was about to open it, she could feel the presence of someone behind her. Quickly spinning around, she came face to face with two rather large, beastly thugs. They towered over her small frame with rather malicious looks on their faces.
"Hello, Mary." one of them, the largest, spoke.
She didn't know who they were, but they seemed to know her. It wasn't uncommon. She was the most well-known LCPD officer in the whole city. Liked by the citizens, despised by the criminal world.
"You better stop yer goddammed stings in front of Luigi's club if ya know what's good fer ya." the other spoke.
"I'm just doing my job." she said softly.
"Yeah, well I'm jus doin' mine." said the large man.
Before Mary knew it, she felt a hard fist across her face. The force was so great it sent her smashing into the door of the Sentinel, her body leaving a small dent in it.
"Christ, Rob! What the hell are you doin'?" the smaller man said, grabbing on to Rob's shoulders as Mary slowly regained her composure.
"Like I said, I'm jus doin' my job." Rob said with a devious grin, pushing his friends arms away.
"If you hurt her bad, you're gonna be in deep shit.."
"Ah, she's fine. Just a little shakin' up, right sweetcheeks?"
"I hope you know the consequences for assaulting an officer." Mary grumbled, feeling her lip, as it began to bleed .
"I ain't worried." Rob laughed, grabbing Mary's arm. "C'mon honey, we're gonna go pay a visit to Luigi."
When they arrived in front of Sex Club 7, they hastily escorted her to the back service door and tapped on it. Seconds later, Mick, Luigi's number one bouncer, emerged. He gave a look at Mary and then gave a stern gaze at Rob and shook his head.
"Wait here." Mick said, closing the door.
When he emerged, a young Italian man, dressed in a fancy Armani suit came out with him. As soon as he looked at who his goons had brought to his door, something between shock and surprise was visible on his face.
"Lookie who we caught nosing around, again." Rob said, squeezing harder on Mary's arm, whose lip was still bleeding profusely. "I say we take care of her for good, so she don't cause us more trouble."
"You do that to her?" Luigi angrily asked, looking at Mary's lip, as if he hadn't heard a word of what was said.
"Yeah, she uh, gave me some trouble. I had to put her in her place, ya know?"
"No, no I don't know." Luigi said hotly. He gave another glance at Mary and then back at Rob. He looked as if he was containing his anger, and it showed. His olive skin was now a nice shade of red. "Let her go and get inside." Luigi said through clenched teeth. Rob stood with a quizzical glance on his face, as if he didn't quite comprehend what was just said. "Are you fucking deaf? I said let her go!" Luigi yelled.
Rob seemed to mutter a few words under his breath as he released his grip on Mary's arm.
"Get inside." Luigi hissed at them. They did as were told and left Mary and Luigi alone. There was a short silence between them before Luigi spoke. "You gonna be okay?" he said sympathetically. Mary gave a small nod. "Go home and get cleaned up kid."
He then turned his back and went inside to his club.
Mary felt her lip again and let out a long sigh before once again returning to her car. She could hardly wait for the long night to be over.
