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Chapter 4: Ain't No Party Like a Tommy V Party

1987 Malibu Club, Vice City

The atmosphere in the club was raging as drinks were passed, cocaine was sniffed, and bodies shook to the latest songs of the 80's. Another Michael Jackson hit played as Dwayne sat down across from his date observing the scene. Rosenberg decided to throw a party for the grand re-opening of Malibu club and the start of Vercetti Cabs, and a couple of other newly owned businesses. Everyone who was anyone was at the party including Candy Suxxx, Alex Shrub, Colonel Cortez, Kent Paul, and now Love Fist who were moments from setting up on stage.

The one person who wasn't there was Tommy Vercetti as usual he was nowhere to be seen, but at least this time he showed his face at the beginning. Dwayne sat in his blue pastel suit and stared into the eyes of Angelica Carson another tag along girl who liked him because of his rep. He ignored her the whole date even when she ran her hands through his Mr.T Mohawk. He wasn't here to party he was here for business, since Danny was busy he came to represent him at a meeting Rosenberg called.

Dwayne felt a cold hand grab his shoulder as soon as Love Fist took the stage. He showed no sign of fear and turned around to face a big boned white man with a loose tux on. The body guard motioned towards a pair of stairs that led into a discussion room.

Banks casually followed him trying to look as if he was just going to get a drink. When he reached the room a door shut behind him and a blinding light lit a room the size of the dance floor, with a tinted window that consisted as a floor. They could see into the club but the club couldn't see into the room. Dwayne walked towards a comfortable pink chair in front of a table with 3 other men. One of the men was of course Rosenberg who was flanked by two body guards, the others were Umberto Robina who barely fitted into a purple tux, and the last was a pale looking skinhead who represented the British, white fangs. Rosenberg kicked his feet on top of the table and began to ramble.

"Hey hey it's good to yah Dwayne, been a while since we took out those Haitians together"

Oh you mean when you hid on a roof while I did the dirt work?
"Oh yeah, it really has been a while Rosy, and it's good to see you again Mr.Robina, and Dr.Scott I've never had the chance to meet you before."

Dwayne shook hands then leaned back in the seat.

"I'm sorry that Tommy couldn't be here today because of business out of town. He's preparing something for the war coming down here soon, as you guys know, the Liberty City families are jealous now and want Vice for themselves, even the guys from Carcer City are starting to become uneasy with all of Tommy's fame lately" He took a breath and continued to speak.

" We're the only people left to defend our great city, in the past we've had our troubles but today, but today it's time to point our guns to Liberty, Tommy got sumtin planned for the arrival of the families, every family from Liberty is coming down" A grin spread across his face. "Except for the Forelli's of course, who we already delt with."

"Kenny, you know we're behind you, the Cubans will fight like brave men, no problem with that"

"Since I'm the only one here from the fangs I'm happy to tell you that a couple of my mates have been talking to the boys from the Leone's we're cutting a deal already with them, sorry mates but I can't help you"

" You my friend have no balls, your just a bunch of bitches and sissy's who, how dare you disrespect us with your bullshit, get the fuck out of my face" By this point both men were standing up with their faces practically pressed against each other.

Dr.Scott spit on the table and walked down the stairs while yelling orders a group of his boys down stairs, the exited out the main entrance and to the parking lot. Umberto made his way through the stairs and setting himself down between two ladies in the bar.

Ken and Dwayne sat facing each other waiting for the other to leave. Ken sipped from his drink and laughed.

"Those two bastards think they can just walk out, they're prolly plannin sumtin right now, they think they can kill me, fuck them"

"Mr. Rosenberg don't you think that's a little, you know, paranoid"

"What the fuck are you saying, you think I'm scared! You fucking think me, Ken Rosenberg, is scared! Fuck you too!"

"No calm down man, I didn't mean that shit like that."

"Well then how do I know you're not trying to fucking kill me too huh? You know what? I want you to fucking make sure those pricks don't leave here anyway other than in a body bag, Clyde get this bitch a gun"

A portly body guard next to Ken reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a 9mm connected with a silencer. He jabbed it into Dwayne shocked and opened hands.

"Are you serious?"

"Fuck yeah; get out of my face right no before I kill you first."

The fat guard pushed Dwayne down the stairs and into the club, the gun still aching in his hand to be fired. The body guard, made a gesture toward Umberto who was still sitting at the bar no longer sober.

Dwayne looked behind him and felt the barrel of a sawed off shotgun pressed between his ribs.
"Do what Mr. Rosenberg says or else."

He swallowed his pride and strutted to the bar, the ladies turned around as Umberto held his arms open for a hug for Dwayne.

A bullet shredded through Umberto's purple tux and into his gut, a screamed barely escaped his lips as another bullet his into his lower jaw. His bodies fell off the stool and unto the ground, by standers watched in horror but were to drunk to react. Dwayne stepped on Umberto knuckles and pressed the hot barrel against the flesh between his eyes; he pulled the trigger and left a jagged hole in the middle of his head. A man laughed his ass off in the background as if it was just a joke. Dwayne muscled through the crowd as two Cubans came to see what was happening. By the time they found Umberto Dwayne was already outside, just in time to see Dr.Scott walk back into the club.

"I'm so fucked." Fuck not enough time to catch him, what the hell am I gonna do.

He headed towards his brand new Cheetah with baby blue paint and rims. An escape plan began to formulate in his head just as he passed a white rancher with license plate DRSCT, he almost burst out laughing as he picked the lock of the car and hotwired the ignition. He started the car up and drove through pretty light traffic until he reached a garage in prawn island, he hopped out of the car and knocked on a door, out came Sniper with nothing on but silk boxers and a pack on condoms in his hands.

"Man what the fuck you doing here, I thought you were at the Malibu"

"Yeah I was but sumtin came up bro, I need you to fit this car up with some clocks"

"Damn you got bad timing, but aight let me get some pants on and I'll set up the car bomb in a sec."

Almost an hour passed as Dwayne sat in the cluttered garage as Sniper worked his magic on the car. After another couple minutes of waiting and Sniper poked his spiked up hair from the front seat of the car.

"She's ready bro, I got this bitch started now get the hell out of here."

"Thanks, I owe yah one."

Dwayne took the wheel and ripped through less traffic than before, the white rancher blazed past traffic lights and stop signs and managed to reach the club at 24:43.

Dwayne left the car exactly how it was and clicked on the car bomb, he ran inside the club almost knocked down by the sound of another Love Fist song. He took his original seat and looked around for Dr.Scott. His eyes caught on to three things at once, one of them was Scott passed out on top of the bar, police now looking around but not daring to interfere with the party, and his date kissing up to Cortez who sat in a private booth with his daughter and two men.

He breathed a deep sigh and ordered his first drink of the night. His eyed bobbed for a second and fell on the table, after a rough night he finally fell asleep despite the music and singing.

1982 Red County, San Andreas

The now 13 year old Dwayne Banks stood outside of a large cabin on top of a hill with eyes pressed against the scope of a rifle. It was years after his mother was murdered in front him. After the killing a man came to pick them up and after a 3 hour ride they arrived in Red County. They were both surprised at the site of their father waiting with open arms at the door way of a cabin. From that day they lived as a family on top the hill, everyday they would be tutored by the strange Spanish man who picked them up, then they would spend the rest of the day shooting with the large collections of weapons in the back. Dwayne spent the next 6 years not even knowing where he even lived, which turned out to be Fern Ridge. Danny always seemed angry now while Dwayne remained quiet.

The 47 year old Allen Reno, well now Allen Banks, watched as his youngest sun fired a shot through the hunting rifle, sending another glass bottle shattering through the air. He never saw a problem with teaching them to shoot, except for the one time Dwayne nearly broke his arm after firing a shotgun.

A grey bobcat shuttled up the hill leaving a large trail of dust behind it was it maneuvered past the trees. The car parked itself and out came a 34 year old Spanish man followed by two men wearing light blue bandanas .Allen ushered him inside out of earshot of the boys.

"Hey T-bone, it's been a while since you came up to see us, you know we can't get any real food without you, so whats been keeping yah?"

"A lot of work my friend, we got a situation over in San Fierro that I'm taking care of and I've got some recent business set it up, is goin to be all right my friend."

"Then whats up with the muscle you got outside, I aint trustin no fools like that hangin round here, gonna bring trouble"

"Don't worry bout them, just precautions, anyway we have"

His voice was cut off by the sound of a shotgun blast, Allen's head turned his head to the gun rack, but there it was, the shotgun still lying in its little compartment.

T-Bone jumped out the door and hollered out as two sentinels emerged along with the one that was already parked. The boys were gone but his two men lay on the ground in a pool of blood and dirt. He hurtled back inside pulling out his Colt Python.

"Whats going on Mendez! What the fuck is going on!"

"It's Castello's boys, we're fucked my friend, it's over."

Allen smiled as he grabbed a pure black gun encrusted with a large ruby in the center, an imported gun from Israel, not yet used in America, a Desert Eagle.

He stood up and aimed out a window emptying a clip at into the hill. 7 bullets in a clip of course, he thought in his mind. The first bullet crushed the original driver's skull and killed him instantly, the second went through the hand of a man and out through his elbow, the man collapsed in pain screaming for mercy, seconds before the third bullet blasted through his eyes, leaving a gap in his face. The last bullets hit the cars as the men ducked down. T-bone went through the back and came behind the men who were still taking cover behind the sentinels, T-bone smiled as bullets filled the men's surprised faces, and he counted the bodies and searched for the last Mafioso.

Allen spun around as he felt the cold steel of a silencer pressed against the back of his skull. He heard the cold voice of one of them he once thought was his friend.

Two shots echoed through the forest. The first was a whisper as a bullet entered and exited Allen's skull.

The second was of the shotgun from the rack, now held by Dwayne as he watched as the man's back blew out.

T-bone rushed into the house to witness the scene, his fists shook with terror as once again he loaded the boys up into Bobcat, before he left he sat the killers up in the car, which were soon found by Castello, and buried the body of his dear friend in the front yard.

Dwayne's head jerked up from the table as an explosion rocked the whole club sending a couple of unstable drunks to the floor. He took a sip from his drink, which was no warm, and walked out of the club and into the nearly destroyed parking lot, he casually stepped over pieces of glass and flesh and paced towards his cheetah which now has a piece of gravel through its back windshield.
"Goddamnet..."

Dwayne started up the car without hesitation, not even considering the chance of a car bomb, when he realized his mistake his heart stopped.

But nothing happened, a smile curled on his face as he pulled out of the lot and drove down the street, he stopped only once at a traffic light and took the time to inspect the back window, he reached through the back and felt a rough brown envelope.

Shocked and scared at the same time he opened it to find 80,000 dollars.
"Thanks Kenny."