Liberty city: The new reign.
A/n: I don't own gta3 rockstar owns them blah blah blah. Also I may have gotten the Yardie kingpin name messed up. Oh and the spelling sucks cuz I wrote this crap on MS wordpad. R&R plz.
Chapter one: Liberty city is up for grabs.
I kept the muzzle of my Remington 870 tight against King Courtney's forehead. I stood towering above the trembling Yardie leader on a deck place 60 ft above the stone ridden beach below. In the living room to my left layed about 15 Yardie gang members among AK and Uzi casings. Bullet holes smoked newly in the French glass doors. King Courtney flicked his cigarette over the edge and stood up from his slouched position against the wall. He spoke in his thick Jamaican accent I had heard over the pay phone many times.
" Why mon? Why?" He asked with pleading eyes.
"Let's see if spank can stop buckshot." I said coldly.
With one pull of a trigger I ejected a round of shot pellet into the king's head. His forehead shot off he slumped to the deck's floor spraying blood every wear speckling my kevlar vest. I sighed and wiped of my vest. Racking another shell into the shotgun I turned to the living room.
I am Michael Vercetti. I was mentioned on CNN a couple of times. The Vercetti's are well known in the Crime world. My uncle Tommy Vercetti had Liberated Vice city from the Cuban stronghold in '86. Good year unless you count the bad hair and clothes. How'd I end up in a situation like this? Well about a month ago my girlfriend and some Hispanic hick tried knocking over a bank in Carser City. Crappy town might I add. Well it was a success but that backstabber shot me in the shoulder and sent me up the river for a good 7+ years. When I was being transported through Liberty City to the state penitentiary along with this Cuban drug lord and bomb maker our convoy was attacked. Probably some old friends or fiends of the Cuban. Well financed too due to the fact that they were totting M16A2's. So the blow up the bridge between Portland and Stanton Island, Luckily the bomb maker and me get away who I find out his name is 8 ball. So anyway for a week I work for the Mafia. Eventually I meet Maria Salvador Leone's (Mafia Don) wife and I end up sleeping with her. Big mistake because the Don finds out and tries to kill me. I escape to Stanton with Maria and end up working for some Japanese gang called the Yakuza. They hire me to kill the Don and break my Mafia ties. I do so; a shot to the back of the head with an AK killed the rat bastard. My reputation must have spread pretty quick because I al so do some odd jobs working for the Yardies which I had to Kill Kenji, Asuka's brother (she runs the Yakuza.) Well they figured it was the Cartel since I used a cartel car. So anyway after a serious of events the Yakuza bust up the cartel's Stanton hideout. I end up doing some more jobs. This one time with the help of the Yardies, my Ex-girlfriend tries to kill me with some spanked up suicide bombers. After doing a lot of odd jobs I find out asuka is murdered by Catalina my ex girlfriend and Maria is kidnapped. The whole thing ended with a big bang when I blew Catalina's chopper out of the sky with a freaking Bazooka. But Maria disappeared during a firefight between Catalina and me. I wonder what happened to her...
Now I stood in the home of Yardie Kingpin King Courtney. Although it wasn't his house no more. He was dead his men were slain, his hideouts burnt to the ground. Nothing was stopping mefrom taking over this rat hole. Hell I'd start another Vercetti Empire. The Mafia was in a ruckus, the Yakuza leader less as well as the Yardies. The hoods and the Triad's were like flies to me. And the cartel was in hiding. The only major gang left was probably the Diablo's but they too were like the Triads and hoods. I could get them on my side easily because I have done them a few favors. I sat down on the beige leather couch in the living room and leaned my shotgun against my left shoulder. Willie had some great liquor I had found in his wreck room. I took out my lighter and lit up a cigarette. Life was gonna change in Liberty.
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King Courtney's place was nice. Usually the Yardies lived in pent house suites but Old' King Courtney Lived in one of those cliff side stilt houses over looking the ocean. Like that one in lethal weapon 2 but with a pool and a dead Yardie who though he could jump me from the roof floated in it. Also unlike the other Yardie hideouts this one had resorted to white alot. All around there laid kevlar clad Yardies. I kicked one over that had carried twin Uzi's. He had the stupidity of smearing his hair and face in cocaine making him look like a retarded ghost. I smirked and looked around the room. Figuring this was my new place I should had better clean it up. I had to get some followers or something soon. The only people I had backing me is a one arm veteran and some bomb maker he cant even shoot a gun.
"Well better than nothing." I said to myself. I was talking to myself again...not good.
I picked up my cell phone and pressed 8-Ball's name on speed dial. I waited as the super fast dial went through. The phone rang 3 times till someone picked it up.
"Helluh?"Said a sleep deprived voice. "Hey 8-ball, how ya doin?" "Who is this? Is this that AT&T guy? Listen I already told yo-" " Nah, nah it's an old friend of yours! Remember the "Wheel man?" "Mike Vercetti? Didn't the Don knock you off?" "Nah more like vice versa, and hell a month later here I am." "Hell, well you do know its 4 am right?" "Oh jeez I forgot. Sorry to wake you up man." "Nah it's cool. So what up?" "You know the Yardies?" "Yeah." " They ain't gonna be coming over and stealing your stuff anymore." "Huh?" "Yo man just come over to 456 scuttle lane in Shoreside Vale and you'll find out."
I flipped my cell phone closed, picked up my shotgun and tequila bottle and walked out the door. It had started to rain, which extinguished the burning tree I set fire to when I charged the house. The crispy Jamaican I toasted still layed in the front yard. I walked over to my Banshee parked in the tar black driveway and opened the trunk placing my boomstick among my other weapons. A few .45's couple 9's 2 AK-47's a sniper rifle and an M16A2. I opened the 3-car garage to check out what they had. Not a bad selection too. A Yardie custom Lobo, a Cheetah, and I guess a show car which was a cartel cruiser. I sat down on a lawn chair with my liquor to wait for 8- Ball. =======================================================================
It was around 5:30 A.M. as the sun filtered through charred slats of wood where I had fired a rocket into the upstairs bedroom of the house. 8-Ball drove up in an old '85 Bobcat, not the new ones mind you. An old one. 8- ball could hardly pay the rent sometimes. I watched him as he got out; well good news about him was his hands were looking better. I greeted him with my regular nod.
"How ya doin 8?" I asked tossing my empty bottle. I was pretty buzzed.
"Pretty good." He responded. He looked around admiring the house and its surroundings taking it all in. after a while he spoke. "And you seem to be doing pretty good yourself for a white boy.
I just smirked. " Yeah, I've been making my own, but-" I trailed off. "Things are about to change."
8 ball gave out a small hmpf. "Yeah well, what you kill this time?"
"The Yardies."
8 ball froze. "You're telling me." He began." YOU iced King Courtney?"
" Ain't huffin' nothing' aren't you?" I responded sarcastically.
8 just rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet trying to take it all in. He stumbled backwards. "Yardies...shit..." He said in-between huffs. He slumped to the bumper of his truck. I sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Listen man. You make a good living in harwood making bombs right?" I asked.
8 ball nodded.
"But like me you're hired hands. You take orders from somebody, and sometimes...well they rip you off on your bombs." 8 ball nodded his head. "What I'm saying here is." I continued. "You don't have to take orders anymore from some punkass hood and then get robbed. Instead of being a freelance bombmaker where you have no promise of getting paid you could work for me instead."
"What you talkin' bout Fido?" 8 used that name on me. I hated that name but I always bit my lip in front of the don before. And I did right now.
" Liberty city is up for grabs 8." I said standing up. "It's up for grabs and I'm taking it. And you can join me or not. But the Versetti's are gunna have a name again in this city." I yanked open the door of my Banshee. " And that's what I'm gonna do."
8 ball stood up. " Yeah well where are you going?" he asked.
"Get some breakfast. Wanna come?" =======================================================================
I peeled out of the driveway of 456 Scuttle lane assured the house wouldn't be bothered. Luckily the people in this town were smart ENOUGH to keep to themselves. With the wind whipping my black hair I switched on the radio to Head Radio, that damn "turn the music" song was on which disgusted me so I flipped it to Lazlow's Chatterbox. Atleast that changed. 8 ball who was slumped in his seat with his arm over the passenger door holding a lit cigarette. He hollered over the roar of the engine and the whipping wind.
" So how ya gonna start a crime ring when you only have a triangle?" "Simple." I responded in the same manner. " I got an Uncle down in Florida. Big time coke baron. Perhaps he can help us out."
8 ball nodded "sounds like a plan."
I turned into the Pike creek district. At the light there was a landstalker just sitting there at the light. Through the tinted back window I could see the driver making hand gestures as if he was talking on a cell phone. I gripped the wheel hoping the light wouldn't turn red and 8 ball became a bit uneasy. Then in a blink of an eye the light turned to red. In a roar I tore out of the car and grabbed my baseball bat from behind the seat. I walked up to the driver's door and smashed out the window.
" Telephone call fool." I said to the wide-eyed and shocked driver. I ripped the cell phone from his hands and smashed it to pieces on the ground. I then straightened out my jacket and returned to my car and got in. 8 looked at me surprised.
"You need help Mike.," he said.
I peeled pass the angered businessman and made my way to do rising bridge. Luckily the bridge didn't raise like it usually does every 5 freaking' minutes. Out of every district I had to like Stanton Island. Portland; sure it had "entertainment" and street racing but I found it too spaced out in perspective. Shoreside vale well was mostly full of old rich dudes and nothing really happened and it was too spaced out as well. Now Stanton, that's my crib. A small miniature version of NewYork crammed together. Hotdog street vendors, back alley shootouts, great cars to boost and somewhat I like to shop in this area. Home of the Yardies and Yakuza you couldn't go wrong in Stanton.
I know a little diner on the corner of Matheson and gumphrey in south Belleview. We parked across the street at around 6:30 and walked across the street. The owner Jerry was using a beefy paw to wipe away the new graffiti on his storefront. The had a blue sign with orange lettering proudly boasting "WE PROUDLY SUPPORT THE LIBERTY CITY COCKS" and someone had modified it to read; "WE PROUDLY SUCK LIBERTY CITY'S COCK". 8 ball and I just snickered at this and walked inside. We took a seat a seat in the corner booth.
" So." Said 8 ball smushing his ciggarete in the ashtray." You uncle he runs vice city?"
" Yep. Varsity owned and operated since 1986." I responded.
" Ya know mike." He said. " Liberty City is way different than Vice city. And hell kid, back in '86 it was east to take over. All there were, were a bunch of yahoo floridians and tourists and some unorganized Cuban and Haitian gangs. Man now these days the gangs have like bloody attack choppers."
An attractive young waitress came over to our table.
" Can I take ya orders boys?" She said in a slight southern accent.
" Yeah um... just give me a cup of coffee. Strong and black." I said. She turned to 8 ball. " and what would you like?' She asked. 8 ball motioned at me with his hand. "Same as he's having." He said. The waitress nodded and walked off.
" What's the problem Mike? Lose your appetite?" He asked.
" Nah that waitress gave me a bloody boner."
TO BE CONTINUED
A/n: I don't own gta3 rockstar owns them blah blah blah. Also I may have gotten the Yardie kingpin name messed up. Oh and the spelling sucks cuz I wrote this crap on MS wordpad. R&R plz.
Chapter one: Liberty city is up for grabs.
I kept the muzzle of my Remington 870 tight against King Courtney's forehead. I stood towering above the trembling Yardie leader on a deck place 60 ft above the stone ridden beach below. In the living room to my left layed about 15 Yardie gang members among AK and Uzi casings. Bullet holes smoked newly in the French glass doors. King Courtney flicked his cigarette over the edge and stood up from his slouched position against the wall. He spoke in his thick Jamaican accent I had heard over the pay phone many times.
" Why mon? Why?" He asked with pleading eyes.
"Let's see if spank can stop buckshot." I said coldly.
With one pull of a trigger I ejected a round of shot pellet into the king's head. His forehead shot off he slumped to the deck's floor spraying blood every wear speckling my kevlar vest. I sighed and wiped of my vest. Racking another shell into the shotgun I turned to the living room.
I am Michael Vercetti. I was mentioned on CNN a couple of times. The Vercetti's are well known in the Crime world. My uncle Tommy Vercetti had Liberated Vice city from the Cuban stronghold in '86. Good year unless you count the bad hair and clothes. How'd I end up in a situation like this? Well about a month ago my girlfriend and some Hispanic hick tried knocking over a bank in Carser City. Crappy town might I add. Well it was a success but that backstabber shot me in the shoulder and sent me up the river for a good 7+ years. When I was being transported through Liberty City to the state penitentiary along with this Cuban drug lord and bomb maker our convoy was attacked. Probably some old friends or fiends of the Cuban. Well financed too due to the fact that they were totting M16A2's. So the blow up the bridge between Portland and Stanton Island, Luckily the bomb maker and me get away who I find out his name is 8 ball. So anyway for a week I work for the Mafia. Eventually I meet Maria Salvador Leone's (Mafia Don) wife and I end up sleeping with her. Big mistake because the Don finds out and tries to kill me. I escape to Stanton with Maria and end up working for some Japanese gang called the Yakuza. They hire me to kill the Don and break my Mafia ties. I do so; a shot to the back of the head with an AK killed the rat bastard. My reputation must have spread pretty quick because I al so do some odd jobs working for the Yardies which I had to Kill Kenji, Asuka's brother (she runs the Yakuza.) Well they figured it was the Cartel since I used a cartel car. So anyway after a serious of events the Yakuza bust up the cartel's Stanton hideout. I end up doing some more jobs. This one time with the help of the Yardies, my Ex-girlfriend tries to kill me with some spanked up suicide bombers. After doing a lot of odd jobs I find out asuka is murdered by Catalina my ex girlfriend and Maria is kidnapped. The whole thing ended with a big bang when I blew Catalina's chopper out of the sky with a freaking Bazooka. But Maria disappeared during a firefight between Catalina and me. I wonder what happened to her...
Now I stood in the home of Yardie Kingpin King Courtney. Although it wasn't his house no more. He was dead his men were slain, his hideouts burnt to the ground. Nothing was stopping mefrom taking over this rat hole. Hell I'd start another Vercetti Empire. The Mafia was in a ruckus, the Yakuza leader less as well as the Yardies. The hoods and the Triad's were like flies to me. And the cartel was in hiding. The only major gang left was probably the Diablo's but they too were like the Triads and hoods. I could get them on my side easily because I have done them a few favors. I sat down on the beige leather couch in the living room and leaned my shotgun against my left shoulder. Willie had some great liquor I had found in his wreck room. I took out my lighter and lit up a cigarette. Life was gonna change in Liberty.
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King Courtney's place was nice. Usually the Yardies lived in pent house suites but Old' King Courtney Lived in one of those cliff side stilt houses over looking the ocean. Like that one in lethal weapon 2 but with a pool and a dead Yardie who though he could jump me from the roof floated in it. Also unlike the other Yardie hideouts this one had resorted to white alot. All around there laid kevlar clad Yardies. I kicked one over that had carried twin Uzi's. He had the stupidity of smearing his hair and face in cocaine making him look like a retarded ghost. I smirked and looked around the room. Figuring this was my new place I should had better clean it up. I had to get some followers or something soon. The only people I had backing me is a one arm veteran and some bomb maker he cant even shoot a gun.
"Well better than nothing." I said to myself. I was talking to myself again...not good.
I picked up my cell phone and pressed 8-Ball's name on speed dial. I waited as the super fast dial went through. The phone rang 3 times till someone picked it up.
"Helluh?"Said a sleep deprived voice. "Hey 8-ball, how ya doin?" "Who is this? Is this that AT&T guy? Listen I already told yo-" " Nah, nah it's an old friend of yours! Remember the "Wheel man?" "Mike Vercetti? Didn't the Don knock you off?" "Nah more like vice versa, and hell a month later here I am." "Hell, well you do know its 4 am right?" "Oh jeez I forgot. Sorry to wake you up man." "Nah it's cool. So what up?" "You know the Yardies?" "Yeah." " They ain't gonna be coming over and stealing your stuff anymore." "Huh?" "Yo man just come over to 456 scuttle lane in Shoreside Vale and you'll find out."
I flipped my cell phone closed, picked up my shotgun and tequila bottle and walked out the door. It had started to rain, which extinguished the burning tree I set fire to when I charged the house. The crispy Jamaican I toasted still layed in the front yard. I walked over to my Banshee parked in the tar black driveway and opened the trunk placing my boomstick among my other weapons. A few .45's couple 9's 2 AK-47's a sniper rifle and an M16A2. I opened the 3-car garage to check out what they had. Not a bad selection too. A Yardie custom Lobo, a Cheetah, and I guess a show car which was a cartel cruiser. I sat down on a lawn chair with my liquor to wait for 8- Ball. =======================================================================
It was around 5:30 A.M. as the sun filtered through charred slats of wood where I had fired a rocket into the upstairs bedroom of the house. 8-Ball drove up in an old '85 Bobcat, not the new ones mind you. An old one. 8- ball could hardly pay the rent sometimes. I watched him as he got out; well good news about him was his hands were looking better. I greeted him with my regular nod.
"How ya doin 8?" I asked tossing my empty bottle. I was pretty buzzed.
"Pretty good." He responded. He looked around admiring the house and its surroundings taking it all in. after a while he spoke. "And you seem to be doing pretty good yourself for a white boy.
I just smirked. " Yeah, I've been making my own, but-" I trailed off. "Things are about to change."
8 ball gave out a small hmpf. "Yeah well, what you kill this time?"
"The Yardies."
8 ball froze. "You're telling me." He began." YOU iced King Courtney?"
" Ain't huffin' nothing' aren't you?" I responded sarcastically.
8 just rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet trying to take it all in. He stumbled backwards. "Yardies...shit..." He said in-between huffs. He slumped to the bumper of his truck. I sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Listen man. You make a good living in harwood making bombs right?" I asked.
8 ball nodded.
"But like me you're hired hands. You take orders from somebody, and sometimes...well they rip you off on your bombs." 8 ball nodded his head. "What I'm saying here is." I continued. "You don't have to take orders anymore from some punkass hood and then get robbed. Instead of being a freelance bombmaker where you have no promise of getting paid you could work for me instead."
"What you talkin' bout Fido?" 8 used that name on me. I hated that name but I always bit my lip in front of the don before. And I did right now.
" Liberty city is up for grabs 8." I said standing up. "It's up for grabs and I'm taking it. And you can join me or not. But the Versetti's are gunna have a name again in this city." I yanked open the door of my Banshee. " And that's what I'm gonna do."
8 ball stood up. " Yeah well where are you going?" he asked.
"Get some breakfast. Wanna come?" =======================================================================
I peeled out of the driveway of 456 Scuttle lane assured the house wouldn't be bothered. Luckily the people in this town were smart ENOUGH to keep to themselves. With the wind whipping my black hair I switched on the radio to Head Radio, that damn "turn the music" song was on which disgusted me so I flipped it to Lazlow's Chatterbox. Atleast that changed. 8 ball who was slumped in his seat with his arm over the passenger door holding a lit cigarette. He hollered over the roar of the engine and the whipping wind.
" So how ya gonna start a crime ring when you only have a triangle?" "Simple." I responded in the same manner. " I got an Uncle down in Florida. Big time coke baron. Perhaps he can help us out."
8 ball nodded "sounds like a plan."
I turned into the Pike creek district. At the light there was a landstalker just sitting there at the light. Through the tinted back window I could see the driver making hand gestures as if he was talking on a cell phone. I gripped the wheel hoping the light wouldn't turn red and 8 ball became a bit uneasy. Then in a blink of an eye the light turned to red. In a roar I tore out of the car and grabbed my baseball bat from behind the seat. I walked up to the driver's door and smashed out the window.
" Telephone call fool." I said to the wide-eyed and shocked driver. I ripped the cell phone from his hands and smashed it to pieces on the ground. I then straightened out my jacket and returned to my car and got in. 8 looked at me surprised.
"You need help Mike.," he said.
I peeled pass the angered businessman and made my way to do rising bridge. Luckily the bridge didn't raise like it usually does every 5 freaking' minutes. Out of every district I had to like Stanton Island. Portland; sure it had "entertainment" and street racing but I found it too spaced out in perspective. Shoreside vale well was mostly full of old rich dudes and nothing really happened and it was too spaced out as well. Now Stanton, that's my crib. A small miniature version of NewYork crammed together. Hotdog street vendors, back alley shootouts, great cars to boost and somewhat I like to shop in this area. Home of the Yardies and Yakuza you couldn't go wrong in Stanton.
I know a little diner on the corner of Matheson and gumphrey in south Belleview. We parked across the street at around 6:30 and walked across the street. The owner Jerry was using a beefy paw to wipe away the new graffiti on his storefront. The had a blue sign with orange lettering proudly boasting "WE PROUDLY SUPPORT THE LIBERTY CITY COCKS" and someone had modified it to read; "WE PROUDLY SUCK LIBERTY CITY'S COCK". 8 ball and I just snickered at this and walked inside. We took a seat a seat in the corner booth.
" So." Said 8 ball smushing his ciggarete in the ashtray." You uncle he runs vice city?"
" Yep. Varsity owned and operated since 1986." I responded.
" Ya know mike." He said. " Liberty City is way different than Vice city. And hell kid, back in '86 it was east to take over. All there were, were a bunch of yahoo floridians and tourists and some unorganized Cuban and Haitian gangs. Man now these days the gangs have like bloody attack choppers."
An attractive young waitress came over to our table.
" Can I take ya orders boys?" She said in a slight southern accent.
" Yeah um... just give me a cup of coffee. Strong and black." I said. She turned to 8 ball. " and what would you like?' She asked. 8 ball motioned at me with his hand. "Same as he's having." He said. The waitress nodded and walked off.
" What's the problem Mike? Lose your appetite?" He asked.
" Nah that waitress gave me a bloody boner."
TO BE CONTINUED