Chapter 8
--China Town--
Marcos Bistro- August 17th, 1980
Sonny is sitting at the large, round, wooden table reading a letter. The day is cloudy, and none of the lights are on, leaving a dark and tense mood within the room itself. Ronny, Harry, and Lee, still active associates are sitting around the table with him. After thuroughly reading the contents of the letter, Sonny tears it right down the middle, tosses it aside, one half landing on the ground, and he slams his fists onto the table, shaking the cards and drinks that are on top. "We lost another one!" Sonny shouts out.
Ronny leans closer to Sonny, "This is getting out of hand." "Who do these orientals think they are?! Messing with us! Messing with me, Sonny Forelli!" He slams his fist down onto the table again, Harry and Lee decide to give up playing cards , as the rest of their deck flies off the table from the slamming. "They think they can come up here and take a piece of OUR action?! I don't think so! This is our town, OURS!!!" Sonny says, nearly screaming at the top of his longs. "What will my uncle think about this."
Ronny leans back, takes a big sip of his drink, sets it down, then leans in a second time. "I'm sure he'll go along with it. We have enough resources to kick these goons out of Liberty City forever. We can't wait any longer. Ask him, Sonny." "Alright, alright." Sonny nods, then gets up out of his chair. He moves to the door and walks outside, where it is not quite raining yet. He swiftly gets to his black car and gets into it. He drives up, deeper into St. Marks, at the peak of the hill. He then turns off the road, where there is a long dirt path leading to a house closer to the coast. The car rumbles up the road, dirt and rocks spinning off everywhere. He pulls up and parks outside of the house, and gets out of his car and moves quickly up the stairs.
"Uncle!" Sonny says pretty loudly, trying to find his relative. "In here, Sonny." Sonny walks into a room that is deeper inside the house. Inside sits an older italian man, who still isn't that old, just older than Sonny. His distinct black hair is beginning to gray slightly. He also has a normal sized mustache, same color as his hair. Sonny moves in, and sits down across from his Uncle.
"Bad news. Some chinese scumbags are down there in Chinatown, capping anyone of our guys they see going through there. We can't let this happen anymore." The uncle nods, as he pays some attention to the TV, and some to Sonny. "Ronny says we got enough to blast these fools out forever, we just need to work as soon as possible." The uncle gives a slight nod again as he looks at the TV. "Let me and the guys go down there and show them that we aren't a force to mess with, huh?" The uncle turns to him and shakes his head. "Sonny, it's Chinatown, as long as they stay in Chinatown, it's alright."
Sonny gets visibly frustrated with the response. "They're cutting in our business, they're killing our associates!" His uncle shakes his head again. "We have enough business. And what were your men doing down there anyways, Sonny?" Sonny groans with anger "errr.." "Sonny, we have to concentrate on what we are doing now. We have plenty of business. We nearly have all of Liberty City, let them have Chinatown, we have no business there anyways. Once they spread outside of there though, then maybe, but not now." "We don't have time to wait, we must move NOW!" Sonny stands up, looking down onto his uncle.
"No Sonny."