Chapter Nine
The door slammed open, and men in black came in, assault rifles in their hands. They crowded around the two.
"Lay down and put your hands where we can see them."
They lowered themselves to their knees, holding up their hands.
Kenji came in. "The Silvae daughter. The daughter of our enemy. It will be nice to see you die."
"I thought you Yakuza were on our side."
"Yet, your friend here works for Vercetti, doesn't he?"
"He owns our dealership. He has nothing to do with us."
He walked up to him. "I did not give you permission to speak."
Justin sneered at him. "I've dealt with gangs before. You are no different."
Kenji grew angry. He kicked him. "Thanks to you, I lost my game. I lost a couple thousand."
The pain rushed through Justin's body. He slowly raised himself. "Go screw yourself."
Kenji kicked him harder, and right in between the legs. Justin stumbled. "Go to hell." He hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle.
*** Bobby sat in his black Sentinel. He tapped on the wheel, waiting for the light to change. He hummed softly to himself. Finally, the light changed.
He drove out of the St. Mark's district, watching the Mafia roam the streets. He was bored. Salvatore had not given him a job in a while. Now he went to a new gang, knowing he will eventually get killed, even if he left the city.
He drove onto Staunton Island. He did not know where to go next. The Yakuza would surely kill him, since they have been enemies with the Mafia. The Cartel and Yardies have already tried to kill him. Only the Hoods would accept him.
He heard gunshots off in the distance. He ducked, hoping the Yakuza weren't going to kill him. Yet, he was near the casino, and he knew it was probably in there. The Yakuza threw out two bodies, a man and a woman. The woman cried over the limp body of the man.
Pulling over, he watched them. The woman was dressed like she was part of the Silvae, and the man, he did not recognize his clothing. Bobby got out, walking over to them.
"What's wrong?"
The woman looked up at him, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Who are you?"
"Robert Raide, a hitman for the Mafia. What's wrong with him."
She grew angry when she heard Mafia. "Go away. You almost killed my father."
"Hey, it wasn't me! Now, do you want to get killed by these Yakuza or come with me?"
She looked back toward the man. "Help me carry him. I do not trust you though."
Bobby picked up the man, carrying him to the backseat of his car. He let the girl open the door, and put him inside. The girl got in the back with him while Bobby got into the front.
"Who are you?"
She looked up at him. "I am Chateau Silvae Alto, and this is Justin Corlwaye."
"The legendary Chateau? Ah, then you are in the Silvae. So long have I wanted to meet you."
She looked back at Justin. "He's hurt. Take us to the hospital."
"What did they do to him?"
"They kicked him, hit him with the butt of their guns, and almost killed him."
"Aye, I've heard the Yakuza are dangerous, yet they aren't as dangerous as the Mafia. I'll take you there."
Justin started to wake up. "Pain." he whispered. His head fell back.
"He needs painkillers, quickly. You can't hurry?"
"What? You want me to speed?"
"We've done it before. You can do it."
Bobby sighed. He stepped on the gas, and drove to the hospital. The medics brought Justin inside. They dealt with this everyday.
He followed Chateau in. They would not allow him beyond the emergency waiting room. He sat down, waiting for them to come back out.
"Why are you here? I thought the Silvae were in Mutiny."
She paced. "I went to Vice, seeking a disc that was destroyed. My father got me arrested, and I escaped, fleeing here."
Bobby leaned back in his chair. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The receptionist told him not to smoke inside the building, yet he paid her off. He puffed the cigarette.
"You seem too kind to be in the Mafia. Who are you really?"
He leaned forward. "I told you, Robert Raide. I work for the Mafia. Yet I feel that I am not part of it." He watched as the doctor came out.
"He is resting. He was shot close to the heart. If you did not get him here any sooner, he would have died."
"Where is he?" Chateau asked.
"He is being put upstairs. He's going to room 305."
She went up the stairs.
"Sir, smoking is not permitted in the hospital. You will have to go outside."
"I'm done anyway." He threw it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. He followed Chateau up the stairs.
The door slammed open, and men in black came in, assault rifles in their hands. They crowded around the two.
"Lay down and put your hands where we can see them."
They lowered themselves to their knees, holding up their hands.
Kenji came in. "The Silvae daughter. The daughter of our enemy. It will be nice to see you die."
"I thought you Yakuza were on our side."
"Yet, your friend here works for Vercetti, doesn't he?"
"He owns our dealership. He has nothing to do with us."
He walked up to him. "I did not give you permission to speak."
Justin sneered at him. "I've dealt with gangs before. You are no different."
Kenji grew angry. He kicked him. "Thanks to you, I lost my game. I lost a couple thousand."
The pain rushed through Justin's body. He slowly raised himself. "Go screw yourself."
Kenji kicked him harder, and right in between the legs. Justin stumbled. "Go to hell." He hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle.
*** Bobby sat in his black Sentinel. He tapped on the wheel, waiting for the light to change. He hummed softly to himself. Finally, the light changed.
He drove out of the St. Mark's district, watching the Mafia roam the streets. He was bored. Salvatore had not given him a job in a while. Now he went to a new gang, knowing he will eventually get killed, even if he left the city.
He drove onto Staunton Island. He did not know where to go next. The Yakuza would surely kill him, since they have been enemies with the Mafia. The Cartel and Yardies have already tried to kill him. Only the Hoods would accept him.
He heard gunshots off in the distance. He ducked, hoping the Yakuza weren't going to kill him. Yet, he was near the casino, and he knew it was probably in there. The Yakuza threw out two bodies, a man and a woman. The woman cried over the limp body of the man.
Pulling over, he watched them. The woman was dressed like she was part of the Silvae, and the man, he did not recognize his clothing. Bobby got out, walking over to them.
"What's wrong?"
The woman looked up at him, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Who are you?"
"Robert Raide, a hitman for the Mafia. What's wrong with him."
She grew angry when she heard Mafia. "Go away. You almost killed my father."
"Hey, it wasn't me! Now, do you want to get killed by these Yakuza or come with me?"
She looked back toward the man. "Help me carry him. I do not trust you though."
Bobby picked up the man, carrying him to the backseat of his car. He let the girl open the door, and put him inside. The girl got in the back with him while Bobby got into the front.
"Who are you?"
She looked up at him. "I am Chateau Silvae Alto, and this is Justin Corlwaye."
"The legendary Chateau? Ah, then you are in the Silvae. So long have I wanted to meet you."
She looked back at Justin. "He's hurt. Take us to the hospital."
"What did they do to him?"
"They kicked him, hit him with the butt of their guns, and almost killed him."
"Aye, I've heard the Yakuza are dangerous, yet they aren't as dangerous as the Mafia. I'll take you there."
Justin started to wake up. "Pain." he whispered. His head fell back.
"He needs painkillers, quickly. You can't hurry?"
"What? You want me to speed?"
"We've done it before. You can do it."
Bobby sighed. He stepped on the gas, and drove to the hospital. The medics brought Justin inside. They dealt with this everyday.
He followed Chateau in. They would not allow him beyond the emergency waiting room. He sat down, waiting for them to come back out.
"Why are you here? I thought the Silvae were in Mutiny."
She paced. "I went to Vice, seeking a disc that was destroyed. My father got me arrested, and I escaped, fleeing here."
Bobby leaned back in his chair. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The receptionist told him not to smoke inside the building, yet he paid her off. He puffed the cigarette.
"You seem too kind to be in the Mafia. Who are you really?"
He leaned forward. "I told you, Robert Raide. I work for the Mafia. Yet I feel that I am not part of it." He watched as the doctor came out.
"He is resting. He was shot close to the heart. If you did not get him here any sooner, he would have died."
"Where is he?" Chateau asked.
"He is being put upstairs. He's going to room 305."
She went up the stairs.
"Sir, smoking is not permitted in the hospital. You will have to go outside."
"I'm done anyway." He threw it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. He followed Chateau up the stairs.
