Neto
2011
El Corazón Quebrado De La Muerte
Neto woke up with a bandage on his forehead. He looked up to see the woman he'd seen at the night club. "¿Quién eres tú? ¿Y dónde estoy?" He asked.
(Who are you? And where am I?)
The woman replied, "Estás seguro. Le dispararon en la cabeza. ¿Te acuerdas?"
( You're safe. You were shot in the head. Do you remember?)
"Sí. Yo ... fue baleado por Zeros. Pensé que estaba hecho para. Dijiste que estoy a salvo. ¿Dónde está seguro? ¿Donde es aquí?"
(Yeah. I...was shot by Zeros. I thought I was done for. You said I am safe. Where is safe? Where is here?)
She said, "Si tienes que saber, estás en Chiapas. Eres un hombre muy estúpido. Estar involucrado con Mareros."
(If you have to know, you're in Chiapas. You're a very stupid man, you know. Being involved with Mareros._
"No soy de Marabunta si eso es lo que estás pensando. Esos hijos de puta son mi enemigo."
(I'm not from Marabunta if that's what you're thinking. Those sons of bitches are my enemy. )
She scoffed. "Marero sólo significa pandillero. Sé que estás con los aztecas. Aunque por lo menos Marabunta admite lo que son. Una pandilla. No deshonran el nombre del imperio de los mexicas uniéndolo a una pandilla."
(Marero just means gang member. I know you're with the Aztecs. Though at least Marabunta admits to what they are. A gang. They don't disgrace the name of the Mexica empire by attaching it to a fucking gang.)
Neto chuckled. "Mira ... los aztecas no eran bárbaros sanguinarios, pero tampoco eran buenos salvajes. Como es, soy maya. Pero Aztecas, y las pandillas chicanas, todos piensan que son aztecas. Incluso si no es cierto, no llegaron a donde estaban por ser débiles."
( Mira...the Aztecs were not bloodthirsty barbarians but they were not noble savages either. As it is, I'm Mayan. But Aztecas, and Chicano gangs, they all think they're Aztecs. Even if it aint true, they didn't get to where they were by being weak. )
"No se pueden comparar los conflictos precolombinos con los de las pandillas. En aquel entonces era por orgullo, tierra, honor. Y cuando vinieron los Gachupines, fue para evitar que nos destruyeran."
(You can't compare pre-Colombian conflicts to gang banging bullshit. Back then it was for pride, land, honor. And when the Gachupines came, it was to keep them from destroying us.)
Neto sneered. "Estás viviendo en una fantasía, ruca. Es fácil para todos romantizar el pasado. Mis padres hicieron eso. ¿Y mira dónde las consiguió? No fueron asesinados por Gachupines, sino por mestizos. Además, estos fuckers en Los Santos, ya se varrio , o drogas, al final del día, están haciendo lo mismo que nuestros antepasados. Luchando por el césped. La única diferencia es que pasó de ser imperios y tribus a vecindarios y camarillas. Pasó de Codinga los tocados de plumas a los pañuelos. Y pasó del guerrero jaguar en las selvas de tierras bajas a los pachucos en las selvas de hormigón. Es lo mismo, diferente. Supongo que podrías decir que somos todos guerreros desechables y que los cárteles son como nuestros Tlatoani y Ajaw's."
(You're living in a fantasy, ruca. It's easy for everyone to romanticize the past. My parents did that. And look where it got them? They weren't killed by Gachupines but by , these fuckers up in Los Santos, whether it be gang territory or drugs, at the end of the day, they're just doing the same thing our ancestors did. Fighting over turf. Only difference is it went from being empires and tribes to neighborhoods and gangs It went from Codinga feathered headdresses to bandannas. And it went from the jaguar warrior in the lowland jungles to the pachucos in the concrete jungles. It's the same thing, different setting. I guess you could say we're all disposable warriors and the cartels are like our Tlatoani's and Ajaw's.)
"
She listened to him, her dark eyes frowning as much as her mouth was and then she finally said, "La diferencia entre ahora y entonces era por lo menos que estábamos a cargo. Y tampoco había drogas. O la prostitución. Ahora la gente mata sobre una esquina de la calle que no poseen. No son comerciantes de bienes raíces. ¿A quién bromeas? ¿Cartels y cliquas? Eso es pequeño cacahuete comparado a quién está realmente en la parte superior que ríe de todos nosotros chuntis mudo en el fondo, wey."
(The difference between now and back then was at least we were in charge. And there also wasn't drugs. Or prostitution. Now people kill over a street corner they don't own. You aren't real estate dealers. Who are you kidding? Cartels and cliquas? That's small peanuts compared to who's really at the top laughing at all us dumb chuntis at the bottom, wey. )
She sighed in a hostile huff and then said, "Puedes estar en desacuerdo conmigo y no estoy diciendo que el pasado fuera utópico. Ninguna sociedad lo es. Pero los errores cometidos fueron los nuestros. No es para que nadie más nos domine o nos diga cómo debemos ser. Todos deben ser capaces de controlarse a sí mismos. Pero cuando te encuentras en un agujero, lo primero que dejas de hacer es cavar. Y ahora mismo, usted es tan profundo como un minero chileno. Deja de cavar una tumba para ti y para el resto de nosotros y al menos señale las armas en la dirección correcta."
(You can disagree with me and I'm not saying the past was utopian. No society is. But the mistakes made were ours to make. It's not for anybody else to rule over us or to tell us how we should be. Everyone must be able to control themselves. But when you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you stop doing is digging. And right now, you are as deep as a Chilean miner. Stop digging a grave for yourself and the rest of us and at least point the guns the right direction.)
She then softened her tone and said, " Mi nombre es Nenetl. De Cuernavaca. Y no debes hablar mal de tus padres. Sé quién eres, Ikal. Viene de uno de los imperios más civilizados de la tierra y sus padres eran luchadores por la libertad."
( My name is Nenetl. From Cuernavaca. And you shouldn't talk badly about your parents. I know who you are, Ikal. You come from one of the most civilized empires on earth and your parents were freedom fighters.)
"Mis padres eran comunistas. Al igual que todos ustedes. Me enviaron para que pudieran morir. Ni siquiera intentaron y sólo luchar para escapar conmigo. Si no entiendes lo que tengo contra los comunistas, pregúntale a un cubano."
( My parents were communists. Just like all of you. They just sent me away so they could get killed. They didn't even try and just fight to escape with me. If you don't understand what I got against Communists, ask a Cuban.)
He tried to sit up and failed. She smacked him with a rolled up newspaper. "¿Que carajo? ¿Te parezco un perro?"
(The fuck? Do I look like a dog?)
"Sí. Ya sabes, puedo decir de tu anterior comentario que no te gustan los mestizos. Por sangre, eso es lo que soy, pero te salvé la vida. Incluso realizó cirugía en usted y ayudó a poner esa placa de acero en su cabeza. Sé lo que pasó por lo que puedo entender que hasta cierto punto. Sabes, eres un cholo. Y eso no era originalmente un término para los pachucos. Viene de cholotl. Palabra azteca para el perro. O más bien, un perro y un híbrido humano. Los españoles nos llamaron así y nos llamaron mestizos después de que nos violaron. Pero en cuanto a estilos de vida hoy en día, usted es el mestizo y yo soy el Indio. Incluso si eres puro de sangre, para el gobierno soy el indio sucio y tú eres el mestizo hablante de la ciudad hablando. Usted comenzó como un indio, pero se convirtió en un mestizo a través de la mentalidad. Avergonzado de lo que eres. ¿Cómo es diferente de los mestizos de la ciudad que solían burlarse de ti porque no hablas español primero? Así que sí, eres un perro. Hasta que actúes de otra manera. Su trato es parecido a un perro," She said with some venom in her tone.
( Yes. You know, I can tell from your earlier remark you dislike mestizos. By blood, that's what I am but I saved your life. Even performed surgery on you and helped put that steel plate in your head. I know what you went through so I can understand that to a point. You know, you are a cholo. And that wasn't originally a term for the pachucos. It comes from cholotl. Aztec word for dog. Or rather, a dog and human hybrid. Spaniards called us that and they called us mestizos after they raped us. But as far as lifestyles nowadays go, you are the mestizo and I am the Indio. Even if you are pure in blood, to the government I am the dirty Indian and you are the slick talking city mestizo. You started off as an Indian but you became a mestizo through mentality. Ashamed of what you are. How are you any different from those mestizos in the city that used to make fun of you because you didn't speak Spanish first? yes, you are a dog. Until you act differently. Your bedside manner is doglike. )
He tried to stand up but felt pain. Her voice softened a bit. " ¡Tómalo con calma! Vas a tener que aprender a caminar de nuevo. Te he alimentado a través de una paja porque los músculos de la boca son débiles. Tendré que entrenarte."
(Take it easy! You are going to have to learn how to walk again. I have fed you through a straw because your mouth muscles are weak. I will have to train you.)
Neto looked down. "Chingada..." (Fuck)
2014
He awoke to find Mai had shook him awake. "What?" He scowled. "You were having a nightmare."
"The fuck do you care...?"
"The only reason you're alive right now is me. You may not like me right now but that's a fact. You and that big guy back there would be dead if it wasn't for me," Neto chuckled. "You forget about the coushatta tribal police?"
"Really, Neto? You're going to hate me because I'm IAA but give credit to the rez police?"
"I never said I was giving them any credit. But juras on the reservation have a lot less power than regular police. Regular police having that unlimited power is what makes them fucked up. The same goes for the IAA. Besides, I don't even need to tell Oso or Baba Yaga what you really are. You're going to do that yourself. Or I'm going to take a parachute off this plane and go kill that Criollo bitch and all his friends. I've killed Zero cartel leaders and believe me they were harder to get to than that fucking chango."
"I'll tell them," Mai said. "Well...maybe on Ivan I'll tell Paul if I can find a way to get a hold of him."
"Yeah, what is your bosses going to say about us knowing what you are? They expect you to report back to them. They're going to want to know why I've been gone for a while."
"We had a tail on you."
"No. I made them. Back on the interstate headed east into Loiusiana. I aint stupid. I know counter surveillance. I also know what happens if the IA finds out you or Ana are blown. Come to think of it, I don't know why the fucker Ana works for hasn't gave a burn notice for her. Or any of those others under her."
"They're rogue. That much should be obvious," Mai stated.
"Yeah...we'll have to find a way to blow the whistle on those putos. You might give a fuck about Ana but that bitch needs to die. You know...Mark and all them think they're winning but look at what he has on his side. IAA dick up his ass. ^I got respect for Ernesto but his son is a fucking idiot. Some may think i am too but if I really wanted to I could have killed the Romans, the BSU and taken down all the wards. The tintos in LS may not run the city anymore but they're still a bigger adversary than those backwoods swamp ratas down there. Their population in New Arcadia is higher but there's only what, 378,000 people. There's 360,000 tintos in LS. A good chunk of them are Ballas and Families. In New Arcadia there's 226,800 of them and just like LS only some are gangsters. The only reason they got La Raza on the run is cause we're outnumbered by them."
"I am so tired of these fucking wars. Mexican American vs African American vs Asian American. Can't we just get along? A wise guy said that..."
"Actually it was a crack addict that said it. Think about why we smash them out here! We do it cause they started it. Marcus Roman doesn't see the logic in that but any war stems from an event. Why did they attack Mexicans in New Arcadia? We went in to work doing jobs they wouldn't do and they hated us for it. Their ward gagsters attacked paisas. I was one of the few that wouldn't run from them. That's how petty they are. Also we built their goddamn city back. When do you ever see them doing that for our neighborhoods? Africa and Haiti also gets aid from Mexico too. Don't ever see it coming the other way. At least African Mexicanos had a certain degree of self respect. They're a lot like Africans in that way. But these fuckers here? They create racists. "
"So why didn't you kill them then? If you could have?"
"Well for fucks sake it was a courtesty, Mai. I was down there to help not do it all. If they wanted me to do it all they could have asked. But correct me if I'm wrong Ernesto's the hot shot in New Austin. In reality, he should be the one shutting down New Arcadia. He could have done that too probably a year ago. Before his wife died and he started getting softer. I shouldn't have had to show up at all! The Ernesto I heard about would have never let that punk Lee put hands on his son. He would have put a hole in all their heads and called it a day."
"He's a family man, Neto. You can't blame him for trying to slow down."
"I was a family man too once...you want to know what happened to mine?"
2011
He was driving with Nenetl through Sinaloa. "Este es un negocio arriesgado. Contra el cartel de Madrazo. Ya era bastante malo cuando tuve los Zeros siempre detrás de mí, pero ahora estos tipos van a tratar de matarme también? ¿Y qué es lo que les impide venir detrás de usted después de eso?"
(This is risky business. Going against the Madrazo cartel. It was bad enough when I had the Zeros always after me but now these guys will try and kill me too? And what's to stop them from coming after you after that?)
The Nahua woman replied, "Tenemos que hacer una parada, Ikal. Tenemos que hacerles saber que no dirigen este país y si la policía no se pone en pie con ellos, lo haremos."
(We have to make a stand, Ikal. We have to let them know that they do not run this country and if the police won't stand up to them, we will. )
They had AK74's with GP-25's mounted on them. There were ten of them. Graciela Diaz, a somewhat heavier set brown skinned woman from Oaxaca, of Nahuatl descent standing at five foot one, with chinita eyes and big cheek bones. She was a woman with a good heart and made a mean carne. Next was Antonia De La Hoya, a light brown skinned woman of Chichimeca descent a petite woman from Hermosillo, Sonora. She was an explosives expert and could turn almost anything into a bomb. She had almond colored hair and big brown eyes standing at 5'5. Then there was Lupe Zermano from Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, and had medium brown skin and short black hair and somewhat sunken in eyes and he stood at six feet tall. He was a young vato, maybe 22. He was Tarahumara and he was a skilled Sniper and a hunter.
Maria was a light brown skinned mestiza from Zacatecas, Durango, and she was of Huichol ancestry. Her indigenous name was Taiyari. She had obvious indigenous features with the exception of her green eyes that made her look like a cat. She was five feet tall. The fifth was a man of Zapotecan ancestry with dark brown skin and a shaggy haircut and somewhat of a crooked smile. He stood at five foot seven and had a wiry build. He was from Oaxaca de Juárez, Oaxaca. Next was Moira Garza a dark brown skinned woman of Purpecha ancestry.
She was from Morelia, Michoacán. The seventh warrior was a woman of Yucatecan Mayan descent, much like Neto, who was named Yatzil Arroyave and she was dark, darker than Neto even and very beautiful with a wide flat nose resembling Olmec statue heads and luscious lips, her eyes were almond shaped like that of a typical Mayan but somehow they also got very big like that of most Mexican women when she was happy or excited. She stood at five foot two. She was originally from Mérida, Yucatán, the same as Neto was originally.
Even if he considered Chiapas a home away from home as well. It was strange to him that he could consider more than one place a home. The eighth was a man from Querétaro City, Querétaro and was of Mazahua descent named Tsijiari Santos. He was a dark skinned brown ma standing at five foot eight and he, like Neto, had grown up not speaking Spanish. He was still only learning now so he could communicate with other Mexican Natives who may or may not speak their own language but for sure did not speak his. He and Neto had become good friends these last several months and Neto had helped him with Spanish. He even offered to teach him English as Neto had been fluent in that for several years too due to his time he'd spent in New Arcadia and the time he'd done in Arizona.
The ninth was a Mayan man from Chiapas named Itkan. He was five foot four but muscular and was forty years old and had six children. He and Neto sometimes spoke to each other in the mother tongue. The tenth was a medium brown skinned man from Mexico City, a mestizo named Tlayolotl Lopez. Tlayolotl was Nahua and gay. Something not widely accepted in Mexico. When the Catholic church could not beat the queer out of him, he had run to the Zapatistas.
In addition to all them was Ikal, himself and Nenetl. Nenetl held her Rifle looking at each of them. They all looked nearly the same as they had baklavas on but Neto had each of them down as to who they were based on height and build. "Vale, recuerda que no estamos buscando robar ninguna de sus posesiones. Solo tomamos sus armas. Sus vehículos y drogas deben ser destruidos,"
(Okay, remember we're not looking to steal any of their only take their weapons. Their vehicles and drugs must be destroyed. )
Neto held his breath as he got ready to make his move on the cartel convoy as they got into position. He took a deep breath as he kept his finger on the trigger as gthe convoy of SUV's rolled through.
Mai
Mai looked at him. "What happened? That day, I mean?" He sighed. "Maybe I'll tell you some other time. Lomng story short, we lost a few people but most of us lived. We destroyed their shipment. And we started a war with the Madrazos. A war I wasn't wanting to start but...it made sense why I had to. If I was truly done with the cartel and was willing to fight for Mexico I had to fight all of the thing's that is destroying our country. Not just the government but the cartels. All of them. Not just Zero's. This was to test my loyalty. I passed but...I wouldn't know what it would cost until later."
"You cared about her. Nenetl. She was your wife, wasn't she?"
He didn't address that directly but he said, "You spend months being nursed back to health trying not to get attached to them but that's easier to say and harder to do. I gave a fuck. Nenetl...she was a strong woman. She was willing to die for La Causa. So was I. It's easy for either one of us to say we're ready to fight no matter what the costs until the costs actually come to collect. Then it knocks away any sense of readiness you had for it. It leaves you breathless..." He looked down, a haunted look filling his dark eyes. Mai thought he might cry but he didn't. And if he would, he would not do it around her or anybody else.
"What happened to her?"
Neto looked out the window of the plane without responding.
Louisiana
Joaquin "Ave" Avena had just parachuted into rural Loiusiana. He had a way to go to get to New Arcadia. He looked to see he was in the middle of a abandoned farm. It still had a lot of its razor wire intended to keep cattle in. Joaquin, a Mojave Indian on his father's side and a Kumeyaay Indian of Baja Norte on his mother's side, was a man of average height, standing at five foot eleven with dark brown skin, jet nlack long hair tied in a ponytail that he was considering cutting, black almond shaped eyes, a typical bell pepper type nose sterotyped with Native Americans and lips of average size. They were not big but not small and were considered full.
He wore a white wife beater under a yellow and black plaid shirt and he wore black dickies. He was from Cypress Flats, South Central Los Santos. He was twenty seven years old and had been a Navy Seal two years ago having served in Afghanistan where he had fifty three confirmed kills. He watched as the plane that dropped him off flew off into the horizon. Neto had been forced to leave so he was sent in his place.
New Arcadia Police Station
A protest had just broken out outside of the station. Sawyer and Waters looked outside seeing that a crowd of mostly blacks with a few Caucasians, some brown and even a couple Asians here and there were on one side and it looked like they were counter protesting a group of white men and women that were white nationalits. Locke suspected some of them may have nt just been white supremacists but white supremacist gang members.
A bald headed Caucasian man screamed with a loudspeaker, "We're tired of white women getting raped and killed by packs of savage niggers!"
"What about the young brotha who got mutilated by a couple of crackas when he was innocent?!" Screamed a black woman. "I'd say he's trustworthy now!" This lead to a flurry of obescenities and insults on both sides.
Amont the multi racial crowd was Jimy , David and Lee of the BSU. "Fuck you Nazi pricks! Go live on an island somewhere you can fuck your mouthers and sisters!" Lee yelled. A fat skinhead who had a shirt on that had the image Sharp in reference to the Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice, crossed out to indicate that they were racialist skinheads. "I so sorry no speaky english..."
Jimmy got in the face of one of them and screamed, "The fuck's your problem, man? You make our entire race look bad with your fucking bullshit. I'm white you don't see me fucking sweating people."
"Yeah that's cause you're one of those BSU faggots. And no, you're not white. If you stand for muticulturalism you stand for white genocide. I know all about your Bolsheviks Stand United circle jerk. Even for a bunch f mostly white guys that like metal you still manage to fuck black bitches. You are not white if you stand with them. You want to stand on that side, go ahead but you are not a white man. You are Anti White. Just like these Antifa dickheads that only hate racial pride if it;'s white."
You would think the heavy metal and lack of Hip Hop would keep them away," This got a laugh out of the others.
A blonde Caucasian woman with blue eyes wearing a blue business suit who looked more like a news lady than a white supremacist got on camera and was saying, "We're tired of seeing our women raped and our men arrested just for defending us from minorities."
"What about the statistics that show that 80% of whites who are killed are killed by their own race?" Asked the black reporter. "That's because we live among each other same as you people. That doesn't mean we're not still the ones who are more likely to die at the hands of blacks in most interacial crimes but they want to cherry pick when a white cop kills a black person even though that happens less often than blacks killing blacks or blacks killing whites. What about when black cops shoot white boys? Are black officers incapable of bias?"
A black female yelled, "You're the ones most likely to be sex offenders!" The blonde rolled her eyes. "God I'm so sick of that anti white myth. Look at the total percentage of child abusers. 51% white 25% African American, 15% Hispanic 2% American Indians 1% Asian Americans."
"You just made my point for me, baby!" Said the black woman. "No, I didn't. We're 63% of the population. And our molestation rate is below our percentage. American Indians are 1% of the population and yet their rate of molestation is twice that of their population by an increase of 100%! With blacks, given their population it's 92%. So the most likely to be pedophiles are first American Indians then blacks then Hispanics then white and then Asian. The American Indian decline of family and society is to blame for that and with blacks you commit more crimes overall than any other race combined if you look at proportion. You Antis love to make the argument that just because of 70% of those convicted of violent acts against children were white. But they lumped in Hispanics as whites! That's why it happened."
"You can't honestly believe that means we're mostly child molesters!" Yelled a woman of Cuban American descent.
"What about the Vietnamese girl who got raped by a white and a black guy?" Screamed an Asian American man. The few Asians with him screamed in agreement, "Yeah!"
A black male with light brown skin almost yellow in color who was wearing a gray suit and tie asked, "Yes, I don't see the Asian community up in arms screaming for a lynch mob or attacking innocent Caucasians," The black male was Ronald Lime, a well known public figure from Red Stick but who in recent years had spent some time living in North Holland.
"Wiggers aren't white people, Sambo," Growled a blonde haired Caucasian male with a blonde beard and a Thunderskin tattoo on his neck on the right side. Ron Lime said, ". "Why you always gotta try and drive people apart, man? We're trying to bring people together. Imagine if Europe had ended up where it would have if the axis powers won the second world war. What do you think Europe would look like? Can you honestly tell me with a straight face it would be better for anyone? Even you?"
"Europe would still be white!" Yelled one of the Neo Nazis prompting a flurry of agreement jeers. "It would be entirely white!" A young African American male said, "We're not trying to divide this country. You are. You guys wear that traitor flag," He pointed to a skinhead in a confederate flag t. "Then talk about bein real Americans and now ya'll want to rally behind the Swastika. Hitler lost, yall it's time to move on. That wall came down."
"Wall? You mean the Berlin wall?" Asked one of the Neo Nazis with reddish brown curly hair that almost looked brown red and blonde. "That's not Nazis, that's Communism. Do you even read history?!"
The BSU members and the various white nationalist groups continued to sling insults and obscenities at each other. The same Neo Nazi then sneered at Jimmy, "You think the niggers or even Genghis Khan here is going to back you up if you ever end up in prison? You hate guys like me but I bet inside you'd be begging real Aryan men to stand up for you. You think I don't hear the way some of you BSU fags working in the wards let niggers talk to you? You let them call you white boy. Can you call them black boy? I don't think so. Can you even call them boy? If you're not a white nationalist you're a cuck."
"I know what this is about," Lee sneered. "You're just mad some Mandingo banged your sister or your girlfriend, right?"
A brunette woman with a nose piercing and feirce blue eyes wearing a leather jacket and a black midriff top who would be attractive were it not for her white supremacy sneered, "I'm right here. And I would never commit bestiality I don't care how well hung a spade is. And Tobias is all man...all American...can you say the same?"
"Hey I could get any white girl I want too. You'd be surprised how many snow bunnies are willing to try me,"
"Yeah? You claim we're losing our women to niggers but you're losing yours to us, you dirty chink. 90% of whites marry white. Yet 40% of you slopes marry out and I notice it's mostly the women. They want all American steak, not your little piece of sweet and sour pork," This got a laugh out of the fat skinhead plus the blonde male in the Thunderskin tattoo. Lee's face turned to a scowl at what was said to him and one of the skinheads, a white male he didn't recognize with a shaved head and gray eyes but who looked college age said, "Yeah this guy did like an Asian chick that wouldn't go for him."
"You don't know me," Lee said. "Okay sure. And that chink slut didn't know you either. At least not in the biblical sense. How does it feel knowing your women only like sucking dicks that are pink? Your women worship us cause thy know we're the master race."
Lee took a swing at him and the man hit him back and suddenly the two crowds started fighting with both sides swinging signs at each other. An Anarchist who was affiliated with Antifa kicked a skinhead in the teeth yelling, "Say goodnight, white pride!" The brunette punk rock skinhead smacked him from behind with her sign in the back of the head, saying "Say goodnight, Anti White!"
The fat skinhead punched Jimmy in the face but Jimmy drove his knee into the man's stomach and bombarded him with punches., NAPD officers swere already outside and they started arresting protsters of all races and Lee grabbed Jimmy and Dave and said, "Let's get the fuck outta here."
They ran up the street and three cops started chasing after them. "I told you we shouldn't have come to this fucking thing!" Yelled Dave. "To hell with that! I saw brothers there and we gotta show support. Plus I could have swore some of these Klan assholes tried to kill me."
They ran down the street cutting down alley ways. "Why' you have to park so goddamn far?!"
"It doesn't matter where I parked. We aint getting in until we lose them," They ran past several buildings. They finally ditched them in an alley and Lee panted saying, "All right...I'm gonna meet you guys at the park. I'm heading there throughSt. Phillip. Dave, you go through Barracks, Jimmy you go through St Ann..."
With that they each began to take off their respective directions. Just then, a dark gray Bobcat pulled up and opened but before Jimmy could see who was in it he was zapped with a tazer. He collapsed screaming. He was pulled into the truck and he looked through blurred vision as a dark silhouette punched him out knocking him unconscious.
Later That Night
Jimmy awoke to find himself in the middle of a farm somewhere in Louisiana. He didn't recognize it but he soon felt sharp pain surging as he realized he was tangled up in a razer wire fence. "I'd stop struggling if I were you," A deep voice said. "You're cut up so I don't think you're going to be doing any male modeling for speedos any time soon but you can survive. But you keep struggling like that, you might just sever an artery. "Who the fuck are you, man and where did you take me?!"
"It doesn't matter who i am. Your friends have a lot of enemies and that's all that matters. And each and every one of you are going to be taken out."
"Who are you? You so afraid we're gonna find you?"
"I'm with the national guard., And we don't take kindly to people committing racial violence in our name,"The BSU members's heart skipped a beat as he realized that whoever this guy was, he knew what really happened, something he wasn't sure any of the Aztecas knew.
He got behind him and he was placed in the wire fence in a way that strategically he couldn't move too much or he would get cut up more. Just then he felt a sharp pain on his back as the man began to carve something into him. Jimmy couldn't see what it was but it was the numbers 57' 74' and 84' and for the sake of humor he put a w on his left cheek toward the center and another on his screamed with agony cursing him out the entire time. "The sun is going to be up soon and it's gonna be hot today. Over a hundred I heard. A few days of sun. Bad day to be bleeding out like this. Don't worry...I aint gonna let you bleed out. Some of your cuts I'll stitch up but if I were you I'd hold very still. I'm gonna let the sun roast you. After all, the sun maybe orange like your hair but it's no friend to gingers."
"My friends are going to do so much worse to you...this aint shit.,.."
He stitched up some of the worse cuts on his back and shoulders. The number carvings were left alone and he would let the outside temperature dry the blood. Still, it was not going to feel good when not only was his ghostly white skin left out to bake but he would also have hot sun on open wounds.
Jimmy spit at him. He hit him and the masked man chuckled. "You know, when the sun comes down on you, you're going to wish you had that saliva back."
With that, he left him. "GET BACK HERE! LET ME GO!"
"You're going to die of thirst. Or heatstroke. You could always struggle against the razor wire if you want after all if you want it to be quick."
He got into the Bobcat and drove off. As he drove off, he texted a picture he'd taken of the pantsed redhead earlier. He smirked to himself as he drove away. Neto was brutal towards his victims often in a very bloody and messy and painful way. Joaquin was more of a surgical kind of killer and even his torture was usually surgical too. This involved no mutilation aside from carving into his skin but it would be a very painful way to go. Even with some of the wounds stitched up
2013
Ivan
They arrived on the carrier. They masked up as they got off the boat and started to head up through the carrier. Ivan had his AN-94 ready, Vasily his AK-74, Neto had a G36 and Mai had an M4A1. As they came up the stairs, Mai firedfirst spotting a soldier coming towards them with his Rifle readied. She took him down quickly with a headshot putting one right between his eyes.
A red light began flashing in the area and an alarm went off. They came down some more stairs and Mai and Neto found themselves in an inside hangar near a plane. Mai and Neto took cover behind a crate while Ivan covered with his Rifle from behind a generator. He laid down three soldiers and a female voice called, "Code Red! We have bbeen compromised."
"They've out out a mayday signal. Keep pushing to get to the jet."
Neto spotted a female Caucasian soldier with reddish hair and freckles and she fired at him but struck Mai in the vest. Neto returned fire striking the woman in the neck. The soldier fell over clutching hopelessly at her wounds. Another four soldiers came firing heavily at them. Vasily let one of them, a White American with blonde hair blue eyes and a scar on his right jawline came out firing hitting Neto in the chest. Vasily let him have it with an AA-12 shot to his right ankle. As he fell over another destroyed his left thigh.
Neto fired on another soldier, a Panamanian American woman of African descent who had short hair. Neto recognized the accent as she yelled to her team mates, "Spread out! Don't let them escape!" He struck her in the chest knocking her over as well as the left arm and as she fell he yelled, "Trabajando para Americanos, eh puta? ¡Supongo que 1989 no significó nada para ti! Esto es para la ciudad de Panamá y Manuel Noriega!"
He fired another burst and landed four rounds into her forehead. The next man he hit was a white American who was originally redheaded but now bald and yet had red eyebrows and facial hair. The man took three in the left leg and as he fell over Neto finished off the magazine into his chin yelling, "¡Vete a la mierda ya tu malvado imperio! Cuauhtemoc vive! Moctezuma vive! Y Juan Banderas, puto!"
He reloaded and Vasily took down an African American male soldier striking him once in the head just with a graze wound before the man got to cover but he took out his entire right cheekbone. "Khoroshaya strel'ba! Nam nuzhno dvigat'sya vpered, moy drug!" Ivan called.
(Nice shooting! We need to move forward, my friend!)
"Da, no my ne dolzhny ostavlyat' zhivykh amerikantsev! Yesli oni kogda-libo vyyasnyat, kto my i otkuda prishli, u nas problemy," Shot back Vasily.
(Yes but we shouldn't leave any of the Americans alive! If they ever figure out who we are or where we came from we're in trouble.)
Neto pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it to five soldiers laying down heavy fire from cover behind some crates across the way. "¿Te gusta la piña colada? ¿Y quedar atrapado en la lluvia?" The blast hit each of them.
Mai yelled, "Come on, we gotta get to that flight deck!" Agent 14 stated, "There's a supply room off the hangar bay if you need to stock up."
Mai yelled, "Try not to take anymore damage! We all need to be able to fly outta here!"
Ivan and Vasily went through a halfway open shutter while Mai and Neto went up a ladder. "Too bad we can't just take these ones right here!" Neto said. "I know but we can't."
"The hydra's at the far end of the flight deck. It has verticle take off and landing capabilities. So whoever's flying better know how to get airborne."
"To think, our friend thinks he's issing out. Missing out on getting shot at? Id rather that was the case for me."
"He IS missing out,"Neto stated over the headset. "He would love to kill a ton of soldiers, are you kidding me pues?" Mai reminded them both, "Mind on the job! We all gotta fly outtta here but we need to decide who's going to fly THE hydra. I've got some expirience flying but with vertical I'm a beginner. And it's been a few years."
Ivan volunteered. "I will do it. I haven't flown one of these things since the 90's though so I must warn you."
"Okay as long as you don't crash it. What about Vasily?"
"I can do it but it's been a while."
They made it to the flight deck and Ivan started firing his H&K Sniper Rifle. He struck two soldiers one through the heart, a Mexican American female and the next was an American Indian male who he took out with a jaw shot and it obliterated the jawbone. He fired hitting a third soldier in the neck, a Caucasian male with black hair and brown eyes in the throat. "Come on! Don't get yourselves shot over a fucking plane!" He took six rounds in the chest before taking cover behind a jet. Neto and Mai were aiming well placed headshohts. Mai took out a Caucasian male with a round in the nose while Neto hit a Chinese American male in the right eye.
"We gotta waist em all!" Yelled Neto. "There isn't time for that!" Mai shouted back. "Or ammo for that matter!" Agent 14 said, "One of you is flying the Hydra home. The rest, making sure it gets there."
Neto replied, "Thanks, Daddy Catorce! While I have you, how do I wipe my ass? And when I go number one should I shake it off or just put pieces of toilet paper to dry off?!"
The agent ignored the Madrazo hitman's sarcasm.
Ivan and vasily cleared out five more soldiers together. "This is like the cold war all over again, yes?" Remarked Vasily. "Not really, only the proxy wars had any real fighting," Stated Ivan. "The rest was just espionage bullshit. You know as well as I do how boring our job could be."
"Yes well if we had fought, i don't think Americans would have it so easy. Just look at what two relics like us can do to a bunch of young recruits! Imagine us in our peak years! We could have won the war for Mother Russia if it had ever gotten to raiding carriers the way the Navy Seals raided Panama."
"I don't know about that. And we shouldn't congratulate ourselves too early. Beating these fuckers on solid ground is one thing. In the sky is another."
Vasily made it to the Hydra while the others covered and finally they got to the planes. Vasily was flying. They took off but soon they were airborne. "Fuck, I hate flying, man!" Yelled Neto. "What are you talking about? You don't fear anything!" Protested Ivan.
"Minimal interval takeoff now! They've got our hydra!" A female voice said. "Roger that. Zancoudo Six will down the jet," Replied a male voice.
Neto replied, "It's our ship now, puta! Possession is 9/1's of the law. Dormita usted pierde!"
"You can't get the jet back if you shoot it down you fucking morons!" Yelled Mai. Vasily responded to the Vietnamese American, "I don't think they care."
"Down those jets before they down you. I am not puling the EMP out of your wreckage," Stated Agent 14. "It's funny how you managed to tell us to be safe and not killed and stil manage to sound like a selfish dick!" Mai shot back. Ivan also added, "If we don't make it, you're not getting the EMP anyway. Whether you get the EMP from the wreackage or not will be irrelevent because we will be dead. Our problems will be over. So if this was your idea of a threat, it will not work. You can't kill us twice!"
Vasily fired first on a military jet as he locked on one. "Strelyayte raketami seychas!"
(Firing missiles now!)
He hit it and dropped it out of the sky. Mai was the next to fire and she dropped one after sending two missiles the fitrst only damaged it but the secomnd destroyed it. She had to whip the jet around. "It's like Pearl Harbor out here, ándale!"
"Yes, well who are we, the Japanese or the Americans?" Asked Vasily. Neto replie, "Depends on if we succeed, homes!" Mai said, "Don't really like that analogy. That means we'll win now but it'll bite us in the ass later,"
"Oh fucking well!" Neto said. "Nobody survives in the end."
Neto took one of them down and did a spin to avoid incoming missiles. Ivan fired at one that was pursuing Vasily and he sent it crashing to a fiery grave. Finally, after Mai, Neto and Vasily finished the rest off, they were able to fly back to the airfield. "You're almost with us. Be careful setting the hydra down you will not be popular if you mess this up."
They landed finally and Mai said, "About goddamn time. I hate the fucking desert. "
Agent 14 was there waiting. He got out of a Patriot with a couple other men. "People, go to work. EMP comes out of the jet goes back into the 4x4. We use the jet to make some money, destabilize an oil state and we prep the Insurgent to go back into the Merryweather fleet," He looked at the four hired guns. "Now you. We're moving onto phase two. And that means taking the insurgent, once it's fitted with the EMP and getting it into Humane Labs so we can turn the lights off. It also means getting a Valkarie attack chopper from, well this will teach em who to listen to...Merryweather Security at the port of LS. Once we're done with that, we'll go back to your place, get started on that thing I know nothing about. Details are on your board. Your board at the apartment. Go!"
Neto
Ball Sack Exchange
He pulled the Glendale to the calles and made sure the doors were unlocked. Nata and Chela were going with him and El Pajaro was too. "Demon meeting us?"
"Si mon," Pajaro stated. "They're meeting up with some niggers from Carson ave. I guess some kind of kidnapping shit. It was on the news too, the Ballas kidnapped one of their OG's
Chela loaded up an Uzi. "Fuck em. Nothing but Peseta's in both hoods. Gotta chop those levas up."
Neto was clad in some brown khakis a black t shirt and had a blue bandanna tied around his forehead. The three Aztecas got in the car. Pajaro informed the Yucatan born man, "Están haciendo algún tipo de intercambio con la avenida Carson cliqua en Autopia Parkway."
(They're doing some kind of exchange with the Carson avenue cliqua over on Autopia Parkway.)
"Banning, huh? Okay then," Neto said. "Bueno. Dos enemigos por el precio de uno. Todavía tenemos una puntuación para resolver con ellos también. ¿Es sólo para nosotros?" Asked Chela.
Pajaro replied, "Alguna mierda de secuestro, ¿recuerdas? Algunas mujeres establecieron al hermano de Marvin Washington y lo terminaron. Ni siquiera sé cuánto le exigieron, pero digo que matamos a alguien que no es nosotros. Ese dinero es nuestro."
(Some kidnapping bullshit, remember? Some women set up Marvin Washington's brother and ended him. I don't even know how much they demanded for him but I say we kill anyone there who isn't us. That money is ours.)
Nata added, "Gata va a estar allí. Lo mismo con Dimples y Ortega."
(Gata will be there. Same with Dimples and Ortega)
"You sound pretty sure there's gonna be money at all. This is the Tranny's we're talking about, P. They could just be passing fake bills off as the real deal. Either that or they'll stuff in some big bills but really have it be a bunch of ones under it. Would you just hand over a bunch of feria to Mierda Cucas?"
"If I wanted to see my homeboy alive, yeah. And if they want that they'll do the same. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure the Carson's are going to start shooting as soon as they do the exchange. But when you got a comarada's ass on the line, you do what you gotta do so they live. The only question is if we start blasting these fuckers off the bat and let it be a threeway shootout or we can let them tire each other out first and then hit back the ones remaining."
"Yeah, I can get on board with that but we're there for the Ball Sacks that killed Tiny. That comes first. Before any feria before any Carson sokas. Tiny was a good man, bro. I may not be one myself and maybe we don't always make good choices but I know a stand up muchacho when I see one. Anyway, I don't know if Demon's got any spare artillery waiting up for you to use but if he doesn't, I got a few spare tools in the trunk."
He put the radio to East Los FM and the song mi querido chunty by Flakiss played. They pulled up spotting a few more gang members had arrived courtesy of Demon but Neto didn't know these guys by name. Only in face. The first was a brown skinned Chicana with coconut colored hair wearing a Pounders cap on plus a black wife beater the way a vato would and khakis. She had an AK-74.
The second was a cholo with a white wife beater and blue long leans shorts and knee high socks and he wore a pair of shades plus a teal bandanna tied around his bald head. He had two Skorpions. The third, a male in his forties who looked like he'd just gotten out of the joint with a pompadour hairstyle and a mustache plus dark brown skin who wore a large black t shirt and a pair of brown khakis and he had a gold crucifix. He had a Beretta M12.
The fourth gang member wore a dark blue plaid jacket over a white wife beater and he wore a pair of shades over that and black khakis. He had an M3 Machine gun. He was of Salvadoran descent. The fifth was a Honduran female with light brown skin and jet black hair slightly overweight wearing a teal and black striped blouse and blue jeans. She also wore a black bandanna around her forehead. She was armed with a Mossberg 500. The sixth gang member was a paisa from Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. He was of Chichimeca ancestry and had mahogany skin and large lips with jet black hair and a mustache and goatee. He was about 70% Chichimeca and 15% European and 15% African, the latter of which was at least somewhat mr apperent, though subtle, it showed more than any Spanish ancestry.
Neto knew that all though the olmecs were not Negroids and in fact had been genetically similiar, with large lips and flat wide noses, Northern Mexico's people had more pinty noses so while large lips were a common Meso American feature, the northern Mexicanos were of desert hunter gatherer stock rather than the tropical people of the Mayan lowlands. So while it would not have meant one was partially black in the central Mexican and Southern Mexican states, in the North, it was obvious even if his features were mostly mestizo, the fact was his city was on the eastern seaboard of Mexico where more mayates had been as far as Mexico's small African population. The ocean towards Cuba. It made sense.
Still, his loyalty was for la raza but given the city this guy was from as he heard him talk to the Honduran in Spanish and recognized the accent, he wondered if that fool had worked with any of the cartel in his neck of the woods. The Zeros were out there. He carried a Russian PP-90.
Neto had an AR-15 with two thirty round magazines duct taped for quick reload. Ortega approached Neto saying, "It took some doing and I was careful about it but I got something for you, carnal," He handed him a a Mondragón rifle. "Where did you get this?" Demanded Neto. "The Zapatistas would have never turned this over to a gang banger, homes."
"Any other day, you'd be right but not today. It's rightfully yours. That piece you hold even more dear than the Assault Rifle you used in the army. They would have never turned it over to me or any of my men but your old varrio works with my compas down there. We're practically the same cliqua. They know you plan to kill Javier Madrazo with it and they believe one day you will come back to them."
"Si...Madrazo...y Sandoval. But how did they trust you with it?"
"They may not like us low life pandilleros since we don't fit the revolutionary agenda but they know I'm a man of my word. That's more than I can say for the younger vatos. They wouldn't have trusted a young soldado with it. Besides, even if I wanted to steal it for myself, I don't have access to no fuckin
7×57mm Mauser vallas."
"That's not true. It's not just used by Germany. It's used in the Dominican Republic and Mexico
"It's been in my family since 1910..." Ortega nodded. "No reason it shouldn't still be..Some woman down there told me that your great grandparents used it when fighting alongside Zapata. As well as men like Abraham Reyes."
"Yeah...that's true. What woman, eh?"
"A woman says she knows you. Said she fought alongside you in combat."
"Who is it? Graciela?" The Azteca shot caller shook his head. "Maria? Antonia? Lola? Who was it?"
"None of them."
"Then whoever it was is a liar."
"Then where did I get the Rifle, pues?"
"Look, I don't know who you think you ran into down there and I don't know if you're talking about who I think you';re talking about.
Gata had a Franchi LF57 Demon carried an M3 shotgun and Pajaro had a PP-90M1. Chela carried an M4, Ortega had an AK-12, and Dimples had two Milkor BXP's. They waited for the Ballas and Families to arrive. Neto climbed onto the top of one of the containers watching thbrough the scope.
Neto watched over the meeting witht the Rifle making sure to stay hidden. The Ballas had arrived had a pair of binnoculars on him too. The truth was, he wished he instead had a Sniper Rifle but this was gis Rifle rightfully. It had been taken by his great grandfather from one of Diaz's men under the man who created this Rifle in battle. It had decent enough range. Neto realized, however as he ookef through the cans, that Ivan was among them. He cursed under his breath. "Shit..."
The other Aztecas were hiding inside Boxcars. "Que Traes, carnal?" Asked Big Demon. (What's wrong, bro?)
"I just spotted my fucking room mate with the Ballas, ese! El cucuy."
(The boogeyman)
"Shit..."
"We can't kill him, homes...he's needed."
"For what? Maybe you need him but we don't," Argued Pajaro. "Fuck that Russian puto."
"Look, we'll try and not kill him but if he take a shot at me, he's going down. I understand your sentiments perro but I'm not dying for them. If he hails ass outta here, fine. But what the fuck is he doing with Covenant Avenue?!" Neto replied, "Lo está pegando en algún puta de su vecindario. No puedo soportar la Avenida Covenant tampoco, pero ella tiene al menos un poco de mi respeto que le salvó el culo. Él está bien para un guero. Y ella está bien para un mayata."
(He's sticking it in some puta from their neighborhood. I can't stand Covenant Avenue either but she has at least a little bit of my respect she saved his ass. He's alright for a she's okay for a mayata.)
There was an awful lot of them. "No promises, N. I get where you're coming from but if he tries to kill me or any of my homies, he's dead," Stated Gata. Neto thought to himself, For your sake, I wouldn't try it. He'll kill you.
Ivan
He arrived at the train yard. He couldn't help but sense that they were being watched. "I don't like this. We should get out of here. The Carson's are late. This could be a trap."
Martin was in front of them blindfolded and gag tied so Stone removed the gag and tie from his mouth. "Whassup, partna? Yo ass gonna behave if I ungag you?"
"Man, fuck you...you really think the homies is finna hand yyou niggas any money you dreaming."
"They best be bringing the paper, mayne cause if they aint, they'll be bringing you to the Davis morgue. On Ballas. Your boy fucks around on this one, they'll be putting daisies on your gravestone. Real talk," Warned Leondre. Overdose cocked his Glock 18. "I say we drop this bitch right now...or at least cut his tongue out..."
Leela scolded, "Damn you stupid! You cut his tongue out, Carso's gonna say no deal and start spraying."
"Theyt don't gotta find out! Keep the gag in this nigga's mouth so they just think we beat his ass and his mouth bleeding. What nigga you know got snatched up that aint bbeen roughed up a little bit? Shit, Marabunta snatched me up once and even I got roughed up a lil bit. Them Salvadoran mothafuckas can't punch for shit though. Name me one boxer from there you can't do it. Messicans be pussies too but even they got boxers. Salvadorans be like Samoans not having no olympic medals and shit."
"For a guy that wants me to shut up...you sure talk a lot, Loc..." Groaned Martin. OD put the piece to his jaw line. " I'd shut the fuck up if I was you, blood. You aint even a human being to me my nigga. You C Food. Which means your ass was meant to be cooked and grilled, fool. I can always get that guap and then put a hot one in your head after them C Food niggas grab your bitch ass. Crab ass nigga."
Mark, who was also there as extra muscle, that on top of being affiliated now with the South Side Ballas outta Strawberry said, "Hold up youngin you got snatched up by Marabunta and you lived to tell about it? Homie either you woofing big time or you got a good story to tell that I need to hear cause I wanna know how you got outta that shit alive."
OD smirked, "I aint never lying, dog. You wanna know what happened? Aight so what had happened was we was eating over at the Well Stacked Pizza that used to be out in Rancho when this hooptie pulls up and..."
"Shut up," Stated Leondre. "You can tell that story another time, fool. For now keep your eyes peeled for any niggas looking to try some funny shit. And watch out for the rollers too. We aint trying to get caught slipping."
"Man if you think they paying you niggas one red cent you're delusional," Groaned Marvin. He then looked back at Leondre and imitated a deaf man. "Oh shit I forgot I was talking to Helen Keller in this bitch. Can you hear what the fuck I'm saying to ya?!" Leondre smacked him in the side of the face near the ear with his gun causing a ringing in his ear and sharp pain and the Carson Avenue gangster fell over crying out as tears of pain welled in his eyes. "You feel that? That's about what it's like twenty four seven for me. Keep talking and I'll make sure we're twins."
Finally the Carson gangsters arrived. Three cars pulled up and four got out of of the first two while the third had two Carson's. The OG was carrying a suitcase full of money. "You niggas got my paper?" Demanded Leondre. "Yeah. You all right, Marvin?"
"You're not talking to him. You're talking to me. This shit goes sideways, and any of you C Food bitches try shit, he'll be my human shield. Believe that..."
"What's with the white boy?" Askd a dark skinned Carson member with cornrows and a black jacket over a green t shir and baggy blue jeans who also had a diamond grill. "What's with the teeth?" Asked Ivan back. "He aint a boy. He a man older than all us. Like I said, you don't talk to him ya'll talk to me and while we at it I expect you to shut the help up," Leondre stated.
"Nigga who you think you is?" Demamnded the light skinned Carson OG. "You little punk thinking you got baby nuts dropping in this motherfucker? I was running these streets when you was in diapers my nigga. I know all the OCB big homies from back in the day. Them niggas was walking that line with me. They're real men. They been around as long as me. So you might impress these young bustas on the corner to them you the big homie but to me you a child it aint shit you can tell me about gang banging. I been banging since the 70's lil nigga."
"Yeah don't nobody give a fuck. Are we doing this shit or not?"
"Yeah...let my boy go."
"That hardly seems fair. You leave the money first."
"Same time," Stated the OG. Leela didn't agree with that. "Nah, cause what if they got less money than what we told em to bring? They could try and trick us."
"Man, you need to gaffle this bitch, Leon. The big homies from Covenant on the yard would have choke chained that bitch."
"Who you calling a bitch, nigga?!" Leela aimed her Uzi at him and the other Carson's aimed at her. Which lead to the Ballas drawing on them. Stone had his AK-47 ready. "hat nigga? Make the first shot. I love offing C crabs."
Ivan stepped in the middle of the guns. "How about one of the Families counts out the money in front of us all while we hold onto Marvin until we're sure they're not bullshitting us?"
The Carson OG nodded. "I'm with that. Why don't ya'll put your guns down?"
"We will when you do," Grinned Leondre. "Fuck that I aint putting shit down," Declared a Carson female with light blonde hair and light skin wearing a green sweater and blue jeans. "Then neither are we," Vowed Sugar. One of the Carson bangers, a light skinned black male with an Afro was selected to count out the money. "Hey man, if they try anything ya'll got to dump on all them cause I aint looking to get my ass shot off out here, cuz."
"Don't worry about it, playa we got you," Stated a Carson banger with dreadlocks. Finally he counted it all out. They let Marvin go and one of Leondre's men a Baller Ivan didn't recognize in a Panics jersey with short curly black hair gold colored eyes coffee colored skin standing at five seven wearing baggy blue jeans closed the briefcase full of money. He cried out, "Hold up, L some of these bills is fake!" Just then a gunshot went off and the gang member was hit in the neck. He fell over clutching at his throat as blood sprayed like a geyser. "Motherfucker!" Yelled Overdose and he started firing back with his Mac-10 and he struck one of the Carson's in the chest, the one with the cornrows took a fall after seventeen rounds hit him.
The gang members spread out but started opening fire on each other. Ivan fired his AK-12 striking a Carson Aveniue gang member in the forehead before the man could take cover behind a dark green SUV. The man's brains were splattered all over the side mirror and he smacked into the side of the door. Sugar fired her M3 striking the female blonde black girl in the back as she tried to flee but fired over her shoulder. Stone took two rounds in the right side of the chest falling over. "Hey somebody get the paper!" Yelled Tyson as he fired his M4 at a Carson gangster. Just then, it seemed several more Carson g's arrived from the shadows of the trainyard. "Where the fuck all these bitches come from?!" Exclaimed Overdose as he sprayed like a mad man before ducking behind a Violet Cavalcade.
"They were waiting to try and gank us, man! I told you can't trust these Carson BG's for shit!"
Ivan took nine rounds in the chest as a Carson avenue gang member fired an M-16 at him. He took cover on the right side of a parked dark red Merit owned by one of the Ballas. Stone got his Ifruit out and started yelling, "Hey, we need backup at the train station, homie! Get as many niggas from the set out here as you can! Yeah! I don't care if you're headed the other direction this is an OG call, fool! Turn that motherfucker around and come back!"
Ivan fired upon the Carson avenue gangster who had fired upn him. Due to the constant exchange of gunfire, neither gang could get near the money but the Carson's wanted it back. Even if some of the bills were fake a lot of them weren't. Marvin had been given a .44 Desert Eagle which he fired striking an OCB soldier in the face blowing his brains out and obliterating his forehead in a burst of red, gray and skull bits erupting from the entance and exit wound out of the top of his head.
"Fuck OCB! We gotta dump on all these lil marks, brah!"
Sugar struck a Carsom avenue BG in the stomach with a blast just as he came out from cover to fire blindly. Five more cars arrived and OCG reenforcements had come but at the same time, on the south side entrance so had three green lowriders containing Carson Avenue backup. Stone yelled, "Fuck Strawberry ole bitch ass nigga!" He mowed down three Carson Avenue thugs in a storm of rounds before he needed to reload.
Neto
He fired the shot striking the Baller with the money from a distance. It was a lucky shot fior a gun without a scope but he was no lightweight. He expected to have the Families and Ballas looking to him right away but instead, they started firing on each other. It was perfect. Granted, he had expected them to just shoot from the start anyway rather than even attempt to negotiate but since they didn't do that, he had to improvise. It seemed Ballas and Families weren't as quick to shoot each other as they had been in the 90's.
Now it was all about the money. But now because of one shot, they thought the Families did it. He watched with admiration at the chaos he'd caused and while he wasn't surprised the Ballas hadn't caught on, he expected Ivan would have at least realized it was from a third party but then maybe hje did only theh shooting after that happened so fast that he may not have had time to.
"Should we move on em?" Asked Dimples. "Not yet, esa. Wait a minute. Let them tire each other out for a second."
"Santa Muerte's right. Let them shoot it out. We'll pick up whoever's left,"
El Pajaro grumbled, "Yeah if there is any left."
"Are you worried you're not going to get to kill anybody, carnalito?" Asked Ortega with a chuckle. "No eh it fucking stinks in here like Hobo Piss. I'm not looking to stay in here too much longer."
"How do you know what hobo piss smells like?" Asked Gata. "What's the difference you been doing something I don't know about?"
"Shut up pendenja! I say hobo piss cause fuckin bums crash in these boxcars all the time."
Neto watched as the gunfight ensued and he saw bodies being dropped in both sides plus reenforcement arriving. Neto saw a Carson Avenue BG with a 20 gauge attempting to flank Ivan. The black youth had his shotgun readied about to fire it at the back of the ex KGB agent's head. Neto fired striking him with a headshot and blew his brains all over the back of Ivan. Ivan turned to look and he saw him speak yelling to one of the Ballas but he couldn't hear what he was saying. Ivan grabbed the case full of money but Neto fired a shot at him which he was aiming for the suitcase but it instead hit the ground next to him. He fired again and he knocked it from his hand and Ivan dove for cover but fired in the general direction.
Just then, several Ballas, most of them backup, started to converge towards the boxcar. A Baller carrying an AK-47 with a scope yelled, "Hey somebody's up there, man! We being watched!" There were five of them. The second man had a Remington 870, the third had two Glock 18's the fourth had an MP5 and the fifth had a P90. They fired up at Neto but he was already jumping off to the other side. Before they could get ready to pursue him the boxcar doors opened and the Aztecas had them in their sights. The five OCB members never stood a chance.
The OG who was middle aged Neto had seen earlier fired his M12 which he had on a single shot to be more accurate and he nailed a Baller with a shot to the groin. The second was mowed down by La Gata as she prayed into his throat who yelled, "That was for Tiny, motherfucker!" The third was blasted through the forehead by Demon which blew his entire head off the fourth was riddled with twelve rounds in the chest by Ortega. Dimples put twenty rounds into the gut of the fifth as she fired ten from each SMG.
El Pajaro fired like a mad man striking an OCB member behind a parked purple Manana in the back and as the man fell over with none smoking bloody holes in his back he sprayed catching a female Baller in the side of the head just as she started to fire at him. He then aimed at a Carson Avenue thug striking him with the remaining magazine . Ortega ordered, "P watch your ammo, fool! You shouldn't have spent that many vallas from a 32 round mag!"
Pajaro reloaded putting a 64 round Helical magazine in and he sprayed striking two Carson members, the first went down from ten rounds in the chest and the next ten rounds struck the second, a light skinned black dude with a shaved head with 5 in the chest 4 in the gut and one in the chin. The Azteca from Eastern Mexico mowed down a Baller but he was struck with a bullet in the head from the OG from Carson as he fired a pistol rapidly before retreating.
The Azteca female with the hat fell as a result of gunfire from a Baller with a Glock 18 as he let off fifteen rounds striking her in the chest. The Salvadoran with the M3 Machine Gun fired forcing the gang member to cover and one round did strike the black male in the left leg. Neto fired the AR-15 striking down three Ballas the first taking seven rounds in the gut the second taking five in the collar bone and the third took six in the right leg and four in the face. Neto felt a push of force as an OCB member discharged at Itaca at him. A few pellets hit him in the right side near the hip but the rest was absorbed by the vest.
He let off the last six rounds at the Baller who did it, a female with dark skin of East African descent. He struck her in the face one hitting her in the right cheek another in the left one in the nose blowing it to pieces one in the mouth one in the forehead and one in the upper lip. Since he had the magazines taped right the reload time was almost instant as dark green Felon rolled up with four men firing upon him with Uzi's, clearly backup for Carson. He riddled the car with rounds before it could stop letting off eighteen rounds striking the front seat passenger with four in the left elbow and one in the armpit and he hit the driver and twelve hit the driver in the right lung. The last round grazed a back seat passenger in the cheek but did not kill him. However, he and his remaining partner fired hitting Neto's Rifle and the rounds hit him and it.
Were it not for the meth he had snorted up on the boxcar off a knife out of sight he would be in more pain. He rolled into the boxcar and took cover as they crashed and he rolled to his Rifle and he came up firing striking the third gang member in the side of the face. The fourth gang member was blown away by Nata. Neto finally made it to the money and grabbed it and with the Rifle slung over his shoulder he grabbed the dropped Uzi from one of the dead gang members firing as he ran back to his car. "Those Ass Takers are making of with our payday, nigga!"
Ivan and the Ballas were starting to advance so Demon said, "Bastante seguro que sacamos la mitad de su vecindario, wey! Vamanos!"
(Pretty sure we took out half their hood! Let's go!)
They got into their respective vehicles. "No conseguimos a los tipos que mataron a Tiny," Chela said with a frown. "Y si lo hicimos, no es como si lo supiéramos de todos modos.
(We didn't get the guys that killed Tiny. And if we did, it's not like we would know it anyway.)
Neto said, "No creo que lo hicimos, pero lo haremos mejor recon la próxima vez."
(I don't think we did but we'll do better recon next time. )
Ivan
He saw Overdose take a round in the leg. He wasn't sure but he could have sworn he saw Neto. It was a full fledged shootout with the Aztecas. He saw a man grab the money. He saw an Azteca firing Skorpions and he tried to hit Ivan. Ivan fired back striking the man with a headshot. He's seen several more gang members going down. He fired taking down several more Aztecas but he saw that the Aztecas were trying to make a getaway. He spotted a wounded Azteca, a female Hoduran with ten rounds in her gut. "Who sent you?! Why are you shooting up our meeting?!"
She spat blood in his face. "Fuck you."
She went to grab her weapon and Ivan fired into her forehead. Leela and Sugar looked down at her. Stone and Overdose took down the rest of the Carson members still in the area. "We need to get up outta here," Leondre declared.
They sped away.
Neto
As they got back to the hood in Rancho they sat counting the feria in the front room of Gata's canton. "We gotta head to Tiny's funeral soon," She said in the silence as the Aztecas counted up the real bills. "Yeah. It's in two days," Replied Nata.
"Santa, be sure and drop by Ponsorby's and get yourself a tux," Demon ordered. Neto nodded. "I will."
"So what do we got?" Ortega asked. Big Demon sighed. "Carson's were funny about the money gave a lot of fake bills to throw off the Ball Sacks. So all in all about 40 g's. Not even close to what they asked for but I guess we can't complain, can we?"
Chela pointed out,"True but that's not enough to split between all of us. Even four ways that wouldn't be enough payoff for the risk we took."
"You're right," Dimples said. "What are we going to do? We all put in work. I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything but I'm just saying. We did this for Tiny more but then we got focused on the feria we knew they were holding the Tranny for."
"The only way we can make more outta this than it is," Stated Ortega, "Is if we arrange a deal and buy some yayo, flip it and double our profits."
"Sounds good to me," Demon said. "Firme. But who you thinking of for buying it? I mean we normally get our own coka wholesale, que no?"
"We got a few options. We can talk more about this after we bury Tiny. But off the top of my head we got a few options. We can go to that fool, Trevor Phillips and buy some crank off him, or even those bikers he works with or we can go to the Madrazos and get some yayo..." Demon saw Neto didn't like that idea. "Or another varrio if they're good for the weight," He said to placate Neto. "Or...and this is kinda big time...we can see the Triads. They're sitting on some heroin."
Ortega added, "None of us should worry about it right now. Just go home, sleep on it. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Packie
2006
The meeting had seemingly went well and they at least agreed for now. Now everyone was just kicking back. Some were getting lap dances. Packie was one of them.
They started to head out of the club. Manny approached the Puerto Rican teenager. "What's up, herrmano? You ready to head out?" Pablo nodded. "Yeah. Can't wait to go up in there, mano."
"I feel you but this aint no kinda place for someone like you to be, b."
"Back where I come from shit is rough too," Pablo protested. "Yeah but is this all you want to be? Look, I love the streets. The streets love me back but there's an gly side to it. It's gangs, dope prostitution you don't want that shit, b. It aint nothing nice. Yo don't want to to end up out here fucking up. The streets can be clean again but not if smart little brothers like you don't get an education. You still in school right?"
"Yeah but it's fucking boring and Bohan school are ghetto as fuck and they still got bullshit algebra tests, man.
Just then, several gunshots went off and a nearby member of the Spanish Lords took two rounds in the chest. The Lord, was a man of Puerto Rican descent with light brown skin almond shaped brown eyes, a black track suit with gold stripes on the side a gold chain and a white do-rag. He fell over clutching his wounds in pain and they looked to see several armed men in tuxedos advancing towards the club opening fire. Ray ducked for cover behind a parked Lords Patriot as did the other Pegorino associates. Gerry returned fire with his Handgun. "Well well well! Look who decided to grease us with their presence!" Gerry called playing on the term grace us with their presence.
"Into the club, manitos! I got armas up in there!" They went inside and Elizabeta stated, "I aint no man, chulo!"
"Pana, your dick is bigger than everybody in here!" Replied the Lords member. Manny pulled Pablo into the club too. "Okay, hermanito! You can come in but it aint gonna be as special as you imagined your first time to be!" Javier led each person whodidn't have heavier firepower to a room. "Everybody gets one. Even the ladies."
He handed a white female stripper a Handgun as well as an African American light skinned one. The mafia members came through letting off automatic rounds at two Lords who had not arrived with Manny and instead had just been patrons yet all the same had tooled up as soon as the threat came in. The first to get shot was a Mexican male of about five foot six with dark skin and a fade haircut wearing a white t shirt gold chain and a pair of baggy stonewashed jeans. The next was a Puerto Rican male who was visually maroon in features but light skinned with curly hair, eyes that were almost gold in color and who wore a gold Panics jersey that was gold and had no purple. The first Lord fell dead instantly as two shots landed in the back of the head.
The second had time to raise his pistol to discharge a shot but he did not hit anything as the next five rounds from a mafioso's MP5 connected in his chest. He fell over gritting his teeth as his Glock discharged and he hit the ground. One of the Lupasella men, a man carrying a Silenced 9mm fired a finishing round into his forehead.
Manny instantly dropped that man with five shots from his pistol and Ray fired his Desert Eagle striking another Lupasella associate in the gut. Packie, Gerry, Michael and Gordon returned fire from the cover of the stripper stage. Packie let his AK ronds strike an Italian with dark skin and slicked back hair and a mustache wearing a coal colored suit with gray loafers who could have passed for Arab. He hit the man in the right elbow sweeping left into his abdomen and two rounds hit his chest plate, three hit the left side of his chest and two more went into his right lung.
St. Michael also let off sixteen rounds which struck a tall Italian who's features looked more Nordic or at least Northern Italian as he had blonde hair gray eyes and a blonde beard looking more like a Viking than a wise guy. As ten of those rounds struck him in the abdomen, with three in the waist, three in the gut, three in the chest and one in the right ribcage plus three in the left arm and three in the center of his face, his features were obliterated. "Well well well, boyo! You made the guido look less ugly! I didn't think that was possible!" Gerry remarked.
Anthony, the Pegorino associate yelled, "Hey we're on the same side asshole show some respect! You don't see me calling you a drunken fuckin mick!" Gerry replied, "Well excuse me, Antonia, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings but maybe when some of my brothers from the Emerald Aisle try and kill you cause of a deal we sucked you into, you can call me a drunken mick. Until then, grow a pair, Sally!"
"Hey, I could always kill you too ya know!" Anthony said. "Anthony, calm down. Gerry shut the fuck up!" Ordered Ray. Gerry zeroed in on an Italian in a black tracksuit who was discharging a shotgun at St Michael. He fired and let eight rounds take him down. "I can multi task! Sorry if your boy can't. Also I don't take orders from you, Boccino! You may be a middle man between Pegorino and me but you and Tony here are the help. In my neighorhood, I'm the fucking don. You don't gotta be 'made' to be one of us! And if you killed me, Packie would kill not only you but every guinea in town regardless of Family. Plus me brother Derrick would come back from the homeland with him with enough RPG's to make all of Italy into nothing but a Roman ruin."
Elizabeta yelled, "You two can measure your dick sizes later! Enough macho bullshit! These Lupasella's are ruining my high!"
One of the Lupasella's yelled, "You're all going down! Pegorinos aint allowed in our turf! No fucking paddy's either!"
"This aint your turf, papa!" Screamed Manny as he and Pablo dropped one Lupasella goon each. "This is the streets, man! Aint no fucking mafioso running shit around here!" The mafioso Manny hit went down with six shots in the chest and two in the forehead while Pablo hit the other goon with three in the stomach and two in the neck. Packie let off his Assault Rifle striking three mafiosi as they came in the front. "We need to get away from these assholes!"
"Word!" Yelled Playboy X. "We need to get up outta here before five oh come through, money!"
They ran for their respective cars. "We need to get outta here and regroup. Then we hit the Lupasella's where it hurts," Stated Ray.
Paul
He had never been with two women before in his life. It came as a surprise that any woman his own age would even want to get with him. Every woman he'd ever been with up to this point had been significantly older than him. He didn't know if it was because he was an old soul or because he'd been an akward teenager. Even as he'd lived in Bohan associating with thugs and hustlers, not everyone eve knew he was slinging. He'd stayed under the radar mostly.
When junkies would be cut off by gangsters, he'd still serve them but he made sure they knew not to fuck him over. He'd killed before at the age of 14 and he could do it again. Besides, it wasn't so much that they intended to rip him off because he never fronted anybody anything. It was just that the crackheads didn't want to pay off the dealers they already owed on top of the extra money they'd need just to buy the drugs when their debt was settled and they were expected to pay like anybody else.
They wanted to get high. Even small amounts. Of course, these junkies would get found out eventually and some would be murdered but that was the way the game went. So he'd never had much time for girls. The ones in High School paid him no attention fot the most part. He'd had a few friends here and there of both genders and some of his homeboys had alluded to a few femalrs liking him but he did not take it as truth. To Paul nothing was truth until it was confirmed. At least in his mind.
That was what he liked about older women and Mohawk women as well. Since the women on the reserves pursued the men due to men being ing higher demand and it being a matriarchal society. With older women, they knew what they wanted. While Paul had never been with a Kanienkehaka woman before, only Cuban, Puerto Rican and Dominican on a few occasions, having only just lost his virginity this year a few days after his 19th birthday, he hadn't know n about the ladder. But some sexy women from Bohad had liked him enough, mostly neighbors. He'd been told about Mohawk women by Mohawk men who had been with them before.
They'd been describd as hot, crazy in bed and also crazy in that they'd beat the shit out of any woman trying to steal their man. It was true that in Kahnawake women competed like crazy over men. Every now and then however, just like any kind of woman some were willing to share. He'd also never been with a Cree woman either. It was funny because some of the most beautiful Cree were said to come from Saskatchewan were among the prettiest in Canada. The irony to him was that he had once read a book about Blackfoot Indians known as Fools Crow and even the Blackfoot who were rivals of the Cree, considered their women to be the best lovers.
He would find out soon enough if that was true. He locked lips with Aila again, her lips tasting like the lolipops she always usually had. That was something he'd come to find about her. Her nickname was Lollipop on the rez because she was always usually when not gang banging with one in her mouth. Of course, Paul had to associate it with something other than that but who wouldn't? She had a fraternal twin sister who was also known as Lollipop but Aila always had red ones while her sister had purple.
They both were sexy. He tasted Dawn's lips next as they both kissed him and Aila went to taking his shirt off. He had some chest hair due to his mixed ancestry but Aila didn't seem to mind. She rubbed his chest trailing down to his abdomen. This made his already hardening dick even stiffer. Dawn tasted like wine cooler where as Aila had tasted like that and cherry due to her lollipop but at the same time, she smelled good, her perfume intoxicating.
She kissed him as though he were a long lost lover rather than a random rez dude she was hooking up with out of boredom and horniness. Maybe it was due to her abuse in the past she had endured as well as abandonment issues. Sadly a lot of guys on the rez could be dicks too and so if a man was actually treating them nice, the gravitated towards them but this was the same kind of way girls often fell for the wrong guys because it would be an act. True colors weren't shown early in a relationship. of course this wasn't a relationship. He doubted they even liked him like that. He was sure they didn't. He was just another swinging dick but he was in no position to , the way Dawn kissed him, there was a neediness to her though she may never admit it.
If this was all he could do, he might as well learn to be good at it. His personal best time in dealing with the older women who'd taught him things, was 45 minutes but he wanted to see if he could top that. He had never had athreesome but he knew he had to pay attention to both not one more than the other. He ran his hands up Dawn's sides lifting her black blouse up with it to reveal her brown bronze skin her toned stomach. She looked breathatking and she was wearing blue daisy dukes shorts. In Canada no less. Aila on the other hand was wearing a black blouse and jeans the former of which she promptly removed. He began to kiss Dawn's neck and she opened her mouth in a gasp as he did his lips moving around to her left ear. She let out a sigh, a breath of anticipation.
He began to caress her breasts pushing aside her dark blue bra and squeezing them gently but firmly. She let out a hot breath on him as she ran her hands down his stomach. He felt self-conscious as he was still overweight but they didn't seem to mind. He was hardly the first rez guy that had been overweight. At least he had a decent enough face and maybe that was good enough. He showed no outward signs of his self consciousness however and he began to move his lips to Dawn's breasts. He knew leaving either woman with less attention than the other was not good and he wouldn't do that but he could tell she was in somewhat of a worse place than Aila was despite knowing what Aila had gone through, Aila was stronger as a person.
He kissed her flesh slowly gentle and she closed her eyes letting out a slight moan and Aila began to kiss her bare shoulders as well causing her to shiver. She got goose bumps on her nipples as he kissed her left breast from the front while Aila kissed her from the back burying her face into the back of the Cree woman. She shivered, her chocolate nipples hardened at the kissing from both sides. She closed her eyes with a sigh as his tongue darted out at her nipples. She titled her head back her glossed lips parting as he took her breasts into his mouth.
He began to lightly suck her breast. It seemed as though Aila was just as aware as Paul of her vulnerability so she was making her feel as good as she could. Paul began to move down to her stomach kissing her toned sexy abs and she opened her mouth putting her hand on his head with a soft breath as he kissed around her navel. Aila moved to her breasts while he kissed her stomach.
She opened her mouth letting out a breathy moan and as Aila began to pay attention to her breasts with her mouth, she shivered as the Mohawk girl's lips kissed her nipples. She kissed Dawn back as Paul moved down to her shorts and he kissed down to her thighs, while she and Aila kissed each other. Dawn then moved to take Paul's pants off toying with his erection as her hands reached into his boxers toying with his erection. He poured some of the wine cooler all over Aila's belly and though he was not a drinker when it came to body shots he made exception. She let out a squeal and a giggle. He began to lick it off her and she laughed at the tickling sensation as he licked it off her stomach. His tongue flicked inside her navel circling the interior of it making its way the bottom of it. He move his tongue downward in a lapping motion and she let out a bit of a squeak as he did licking the juices of the wine cooler from inside her belly. He also rubbed her stomach moving up to her breasts as he kissed her
She began to jerk him off moving to get back on top of him and she straddled him and began to suck the young man off and Aila soon joined her and while Aila was sucking on the tip of his cock pulling his boxers down, she was moving down to his balls wasting no time with them.
He shuddered at the sensation of the two. They licked down each side of his manhood, Aila with a semi evil grin on her face as she sucked him off while Dawn closed and hummed against his shaft as she blew him. "Fuck..."He groaned. He put his right hand in Dawn's hair while his right tugged at each of Aila's braids as she blew moved back to to near his face but she began to run her hands down his chest and rubbed his arms as Aila took him halfway down her throat. He sucked in a breath as the woman took him deeper. He beckoned to Dawn to lay down with her thighs near his face while Aila sucked him off. She did as he gestured for her to do and she wrapped her thighs around his head.
He began to kiss her legs again and she shivered and he began to kiss up to her labia. Aila had him lay sideways on the bed. Her beautiful ass stuck up in the air. Dawn's butt was bigger but it didn't change the fact that Aila's still looked damn good too. He began to gently finger her from his position on his back looking upside down up into her put her fingers in his hair with a moan as he started to work She whimpered as he began to slowly at first, tease her folds. The Cree woman let out a gasp as his tongue found her perrinial and he began to lick her there teasing the border between her two holes and while it was mostly still on her warm increasingly wet cunt, he still teased the border of her ass with a quick flick of his tongue. She moaned in a sexy way and breathed, "Fuuuuuuck..." In a whisper and she began to ride his face as he pulled her more onto him.
Aila, meanwhile, continued to suck him off her lips pushing his foreskin down the helmet peeling it back and it drove him crazy. She jerked him off and moved her hands down jerking him off and she licked the head off his cock down to the shaft and the balls. He groaned laying back as she did with one hand gripping Aila's hair and the other fingering Dawn. He moved his tongue up to her clit and she let out a moaning hiss as he did this. Aila meanwhile, moved her lips back up to his began to toy with Alila's folds fingering her from the back in a doggy style position. "Ohhhhh...!" Whimpered the Kanienke'haka woman as the Cree stuck two fingers in her pussy toying her from behind and she began to move her mouth to kiss her bottom all the while taking a second, a shaky breath as she felt Paul's tongue swim inside her penetrating her pleasure zone the way she was anticipating his cock would, hopefully soon enough.
He hummed his mouth against her labia and she cried out her mouth opening wide as he did this. She began to arch her back as his tongue went up her slick opening. He made his way up to the bump just above the opening about the size of a pea. He started with slower light strokes as he tastes her essense Meanwhile, she ate Aila's pussy from the back leaning over to finger her at the same time and Aila hummed against his cock as she did, her pleasure moans s purred by Dawn's mouth. It was like a trifecta of pleasure, the three hooked up to each other by their mouths and genitals almost like a flesh generator.
He thrust his cock upwards a bit pushing a bit deep into Aila's throat but she was able to roll with it however she seemingly choked a little bit or at least gagged but she cidn't stop and it was sexy as hell to him because it was like the way women did it in porn.
His tongue flicked against Dawn's clit again and she shook a moment having a spasm and her belly puffed out with a heave and he gave a wicked grin looking at her saying, "You taste like pineapples," The Cree girl blushed her deep brown skin turning red as a tomato as he said that and her black hair fall over her face as his tongue lapped up into her cunt. He wasn't the type that do alphabetbs on a woman because to him, he understand that while some women liked tat, for a lot of them it was simply applying attention to an area for a little bit of time but wasn't alwaybs bgood for finishing. After all, if every time a woman was close you moved how was it any benefit to her?
He also understood that every woman was not the same with regards to what they liked. There was no one size fits all scenario. He licked more directly onto her clit. Meanwhile, cum bubbled from his cock around Aila's lips and he didn't even realize he had ejaculated just yet as he didn't feel it but she continued to suck up the foamy essense. He finallu drove Dawn to orgasm as his tongue tapped against her and his fingers massaged her clitoral hood. "Ohhhh! ooohhh...shit..."
She panted as she rode the wave of her orgasm and she went to join Aila in sucking him off but she did so more exausted. Paul straddled Aila to come forward so he could eat her next. He pulled her thighs to him and began to lick her labia which was already moist not only from the foreplay but also from the attention Dawn had given her there. He began to finger her to brace her for him while Dawn proceeded to slowly suck him off slowly and deeply. Her blowing was more passionate like a long sucking kiss while Aila's had been all about bringhing him yo his knees, literally she had shown another reason she had the nickname she had.
He groaned laying back as Dawn toyed with his balls and Aila continued to lick his shaft but they were in a 69 position or at least she sat o his face sucking him off on the other end while Dawn was already at his waist but he ate her pussy now as she sucked him off. Aila licked the side of his already wet shaft, "Mmmm..." She purred as his tongue began to explore her cunt deeper. He tried the same method of eating her as he had on Dawn and Ailla closed her eyes sucking in a breath putting her hands in his hair as his mouth hummed against her labia. She moaned with ecstacy as his tonge found the inside spongy cushion inside her. Her almond shaped eyes aquinted as she hummed with pleasure with a mouth full of cock while Dawn toyed with his balls.
He felt finally as thouh he would explode as Dawn blew him. He tried to hold on, pacing himself. He began to spell words in Kanienke'ha on Aila's labia as she rode his face. "AHHH!" She cried out and slipped and fell off the bed. She giggled as she fell and she got back up and Dawn removed his manhood from her mouth. "Are you okay?"
She chuckled. "Yeah...guess that's why they say not to eat and drive at the same time, eh..." She got back to Paul's belt line and they both began to blow him. Aila licked his right side of his shaft while Dawn took his left. Finally, the sensation of the two rez girls blowing him got the bust of him. His semen coated Dawn's chin while Aila got some on her lips. "It happened so fast...sorry..."
Aila smirked rolling her eyes, "Sure you are..." Still she continued to jerk him off, rolling the skin back on his cock which created a strange sensation as if his dick couldn't decide if it wanted to go flacid due to the ejaculation or stay hard due to the very hot Mohawk woman giving him a hand job. She licked her lips and then went to lick his seed up. Dawn watched, almost as if she was afraid to join in but he noticed the lust in the Cree girls eyes as she watched Aila greedily slurp away at his length again and she went to do the same. He soon came again and it was the same cycle with them repeat. He took a second to recooperate watching as the two women kissed and fingered each other. It wasn't long before he was hard again. "You like seeing us touch, baby?" Asked Aila. He watched his green eyes glowing with lust as he watched the two embrace.
Dawn finally said, "Get over here," She ordered, trying to turn up her own seduction to match Aila's. "Let's see how big boys handle tiny girls," She said almost in a whisper.
Finally they wetrre ready for him. He entered Dawn first and she slid onto his cock and took him in one inch at a time. Her tight entrance almost felt too small for him. Aila continued to ride his face and his mouth tasted her soft warm entrance and his tongue swam upinside her. Meanwhile, his manhood began to thrust up into Dawn's pussy, the Cree girl having just the slightest amount of pubic hair tickling him as he entered her. Aila's eyes rolled back in her head as he tasted her juices her wet pink hole rowing damper with arousal as his fingers on his left hand massaged her clit while his right cupped Dawn's left breast causing the gangster girl to open her mouth wider letting out a softer and higher moan ascending an octave as his cock went in deeper up into her cunt as he pushed deeper into her. Aila's legs started shaking as she sat on his face and his mouth hummed against her labia. "Mmm mmm hmmm!"
He sounded off against her driving her crazy and as she moaned his groans against her wet pussy were almost like a response even if only through language by humming. "Mmmm hmmmm?" She shivered as her nipples were filled with goose bumps and she leaned forward kissing Dawn as she faced the other direction her lap warning Paul's head while Dawn began to bounce up and down on his cock increasing the speed, her hip movements more aggresive.
"Mmmmm!" She whimpered and Aila kissed her lips the two both letting out feminine moans against their locked lips as Aila felt the sensation of his tongue against her clitoris while Paul thrust himself deeper into Dawn while toying with her nipples. He hoped this moment wouldn't end.
2014
It did, however, end. It had been one of the best sexual encounters of his life but it now seemed ages ago. As he finished jerking off, he washed his hands. He was pissed that he would never get to fuck a woman again. He'd gotten some advances from female guards but he was trying to show restraint as it seemed like a trap in the form of pussy. Even if it was an instance of someone who just wanted some cock if she was too busy to meet a guy on the outside, there had to be some restraint, didn't there?
He came out of his cell and Vasquez shook his hand. Even though he was still a gang member now, he was also still in the Indian car. The Vagos said that was the best way he could try and pretend to be an independent at least as far as the DOC was concerned and still maintain good relations with the American Indians and the Mexican Indians. "You gonna come to a sweat, come on brother it'll be good foryou," Vasquez asked. He sihed and said, "Sure, when?"
"Tomorrow. After lunch. This is good, bro. I know you're in here but that doesn't mean we can't walk the path to the red road,"
Paul thought to himself, Easy for you to say. You might actually get out of here one day.
He passed by the cell block where the vatos kicked it. The bloquero went to stop him but then recognized him. The gang member was a Vago from Central San Andreas. He told the young Iroquois, "Go see Cero. Vatos got a little news for you."
He walked up to the Marabunta member's cell to see the young wiry muscular Salvadoran doing pushups. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yeah.,...here...put this somewhere safe..." He handed him a slip of paper. Paul looked at it but quickly pocketed it. "What the fuck do you expect me to do about that? How did he even get it in here and how did he find out?"
"Santa Muerte es un hombre lleno de recursos. Es la razón por la que tienes el wila. Pero fue ese ruso el que hizo el reconocimiento. Bueno ... al menos en parte eso es," Replied the Salvadoran as he wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
Paul sighed. "¿Entonces qué debo hacer? ¿Podemos ponerlo en la lista? ¿Tienes un pedaso que puedo pedir prestado?"
(So...what should I do? Can we put him on the list? You got a shank i can borrow?)
"Vamos a hacer que el bibliotecario lo deje. Pregunte por el libro Un cuento de dos ciudades de Charles Dickens. ¿Entender?"
(We'll have the librarian drop it for the book A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Understand?)
"Yeah," The Salvadoran said, "Miqui, ese. Que sepas..."
Paul departed. Two AV members, which he reconized as the guys in the bathroom walked by. "Hey how are ya hey how are ya!" Grinned the first one. "I'm not in the mood," The second sneered, "Why not? Is it that time of the month?"
"Yeah. I was gonna ask you for a tampon. Bend over and pull it out," The first approached him and said, "Look here, punk..." He grabbed him and the other went to put him in a headlock but Paul head butted him backwards and caused the man's nose to bleed. He then punched the first man in the gut and grabbed him by the throat. The man tried to reach for a shank but Paul drove his knee into his groin. "I always watch people at the waist. If you two ever give me problems again, I'm going to rip out your shit bag and use it as my tobacco pouch!"
"What's going on here?!" Demanded a Salvadoran American female bodyguard. "Officer, we didn't do anything."
Paul glared. "I saw what happened," She stated. "You don't all want to end up in SHU, you better keep going. No more fighting."
They departed and he vowed to kill them the first chance he got. "Can I go? You saw I didn't do anything..."
"You can go..." She said and as he started to walk away she grabbed his ass. "But you owe me one."
He walked away. She wasn't particularly ugly, at all. She was in fact rather average in the face which most women were and because of Vinewood or Hip Hop videos everyone got so accustomed to supermodel faces but if her face was about a 6 her body was an 8 or a 9. Still, even if she was willing to fuck him, he was afraid of doing it cause he didn't want to et green lit for it. Except he had to wonder if Onda members were doing the same thing. BGA members certainly had fucked female guards and so had Aryan Vanguard inmates for favors or just available pussy. He wondered if North and South Siders had done this too or if it was a breech of a code of conduct. He would have to ask.
For now he was all about his business. He went about his day, had a workout, showered, ate and went back to his cell. He asked for the book when it came by. He opened the book and found it. It was a bone crusher shank. He knew he had to keester that shit. It was going to be excruciating. He did as he'd been instructed to by Onda. He wrapped it in toilet paper to cushion it. After this, he covered it in saran wrap from a sandwich he'd eaten. Now he had to grease his tracks. He filled his insides full of Vaseline. He gently inserted the knife up his rectum. Even though he knew he had done it right, it still hurt.
Almost like he had a broomstick all the way up to his neck. It put an enormous amount of pressure on his intestinal tract., He gritted his teeth. He was encouraged to try to get used to sleeping or even working out with a knife stashed up in his bowels. As he walked out, he was told, "You get used to it..." By the Marabunta member.
He approached the Caucasian guard, a man with blonde hair and gray blue eyes and a red face and a mean streak. His name was Richard O'Connor, an Irish American with an intense hatred of Mexican Americans and he'd referred to Paul as a spic a few times as well as any other American Indians who had no Mexican blood but who nonetheless got along with them. The hack was starting to head to go take a smoke break., Paul snuck after him. "What are you doin inmate? Get back to the lunchline."
"I gotta take a piss."
"Then go take one. You know where the bathroom is,"
"Come on, man, that's where the BGA is."
"What do you got against the BGA? You a gang member?" Paul replied, "No but you know that doesn't matter to them."
"All right, you better make it quick."
He pressed out as if he was going to defecate but in reality was releasing the knife. He reached into his pants and unwrapped it. He quickly stabbed the man in his brachial artery and however well trained the IAA agent may have been, he didn't expect the fish to make a move like that. He grabbed his arm to try and defend himself but Paul shoved him down and said, "you know what I find interesting about the IAA? You guys are supposed to be overseas yet it seems like a lot of you motherfuckers are here in the states. I gotta say, a corrections officer is a pretty good cover, Officer O'Connor. Of course we both know that's not your real name. Lucas Howard."
He fished the man's phone out of his pocket and was careful to not touch it and instead used the knife to fish it out without touching him. It clattered to the floor. "You just fucked up..." groaned Lucas. "Not really. I know this is in a blind spot. No cameras. Speaking of which, the next time you try and take a picture of me just to threaten my friends you better cover your tracks, moterfucker. I also know the names of the other two guards that work here who are IAA. They're going to vanish. And I know they'll hire new guards and you'll probably have friends from the agency replacing you but now I'm onto you. I hope it was worth it."
He quickly found a way to dispose of thhe shank and then a Vago took the cell from him. "Get rid of it."
"We will but we can't just yet. We'll toss it when it's safe to."
Paul watched as the cholo, a Vago from Rancho named Fernando Murietta deleted the picture the ex IAA agent took of him that was in his sent inbox. He deleted it. "Orale, let's get back before anyone notices we're gone."
"What about the other two?" He asked. "Don't sweat it, ese. Outta town hitters. Out of country, even,"
He then looked at Paul and said, "Sigue así, serás uno de nosotros. Una píldora."
(Keep it up, you'll be one of us. A pilli. )
When the corpse of the guard was discovered, they were all put on lockdown as was expected.
Mai
She was sitting at home watching the news. Neto was silent but she was glad to be home and she knew he was too. He stood up and she asked, "Where you going?"
"Out," He replied. She asked him, "Wait. Before you go. Did you talk to one of the Roman's before you left? I mean you thought you killed him and you clearly didn't."
"Yeah...but it was before I attacked Mark and after your fight with him."
"Which one? What did you say to him?"
(Days Earlier)
Lincoln Parish
He had been called to meet with Muujai. They each had one person with them. Neto had Miguel and Muujai had some Kenyan American with him. "You called this meeting. What do you want?" Demanded Neto. "Straight to business, then. How ould you like to se the Roman dynasty fall?"
"I wouldn't call them a dynasty but I'm listening."
"Some of the heads up in the state prisons just outside Carcer have greenlit them. I know you boys want to strt your little Onda chapter. Don't get it twisted. We're still enemies but if you cooperate with us on this, you might just be given a few months to build and recruit. We'll ractice a good neighbor policy."
"And all that if we do what?"
"The BGA like I said and some brothers from the Midwest put our heads together. We're tired of the anarchy in the wards. It's time to bring order to New Arcadia once and for all. We're thinking of bringing in the Apostles. Sure, people may not like it at first but the Ballas came. Why not the Apostles? It beats having a snitch run the city."
"What's any of this got to do with us? Or Onda in this state?"
"All you have to do is say nothing and do nothing at least towards the Romans. Who knows? Maybe we'll hand you over Marrick or Maurice if you'd like. Same with that chink Ana or the Dominican you hate so much. I can make it happen. But Mark is a rat and he needs to die at the hands of us."
"What makes you think you can? Or they can?"
"The man who founded the Apostles in the first place. He's serving a life sentence but just like Onda has many soldiers willing to do what they ask, he also has 60,000 Apostles in and out of prison waiting for his beckoning call all around the south midwest and the east coast. He also has a couple of specialists. I know of one man they have who like you is ex military. A Green Beret. Mark may be a snitch but he is deadly. If anybody could get near him and kill him, it'd be this man."
"You expect me to trust you? And you're willing to sell out your own people?"
"Those niggers are not my own people," The Somalian corrected him. "I am an African. And they are the sellouts. No knowledge of self. They speak better French than Swahilli! Or any other African language. Some BGA may speak Swahili out of respect this is true. And some African Americans are rightous. Like Malcolm X. A true son of Africa. Named Omowale. That means the son who came home. But most are not that way. Most see us as distant foreigners that have nothing to do with them. I tried to be as a brother to the people here but I've often been called spear chucker by blacks more than whites. It's very eye opening. This is a city of Creoles and they would rather be anything but a black African. I love black people but I hae niggers. Malcolm was a proud black man. So was Marcus Garvey. Martin Luther King Jr and Frederick Douglass were a couple of coons. House niggers. I may not be from America but I understand the way Willie Lynch syndrome works. And I know all about yellow niggers selling out. You hate niggers as much as I do. But the difference is I know how to tell the difference between the two."
"Again, what does this have to do with me?" Muujai smiled. "You dont? Frederick Douglass was an Uncle Tom/ He had a white bitch after his first wife died. Dr King, wanted to be friends with the crackers. Sound familiar?" Neto had to admit, it did. "So you're what, a pan African? And you plan on taking your people back?"
"Don't misunderstand me. I may indeed have to return home one day as I hope all my lost relatives will though many will perish here out of love for their master but not yet. There is unfinished business here. We are both losing men to Marcus Roman's war. He, his family and Joe have all become a liability. I reason wtith you across racial lines not only as one tribesman in touch with his mother roots but also as one soldier to another,. One rebel to another. I fought the Americans in Mogadishu. You've fought their puppet regime in your country and their cartels. You know what it is to be driven from your own country. Into exile. We are more alike than you realize. We also have that chink slut who has taken an interst in both of us. I suggest you convince your 'carnales' to take us up on this offer. We might just serve you most of the Romans. But Mark and Joe are ours to kill. You kill that Dominican and I get to kill the Chinese woman. Though for the sake of you gaining your manhood back, I'll let you take a second round at her."
"I haven't lost my manhood," Neto said. He didn't admit it but he was more embarassed by the fact that he'd lost against someone of another race than another gender. "And I will pay that bitch back. And you do make some valid points. But why should we do anything you say? We can start our own Onda chapter. I can even kill all the Romans myself. It's just it will take longer since I don't have that many soldados out here," Miguel said, "Hey!" Neto told him, "I'm not saying anything against tyou or your padre. I;m just saying that you don't have near teh amount of soldados out here as your home state and that's true. We're both in hostile lands."
"Neto then looked at the Kenyan with Muujai. "What about him?"
"He is a brother representing us in Dockington. You don't worry about him. "
"Well one thing doesn't make sense, homes. You say the BGA and th Apostles are planning on sending some vatos to kil him and some people to just take over the cities and give the gangs here some structure. Do the other BGA guys know about your side deal?"
"That is not your concern. All you need to know is I have the power to make it happen. I am more international than most BGA. I suggest you strongly consider my offer. We may even sweeten the deal and allow you to start an Onda chapter in Dockington or at least get some convicts from San Andreas transfered there. Only time will tell. But this is only if you wait and do not tell the Romans about this and if you do not try and kill Marcus again yourself. At least I should say, do not go after him unprovoked. Let nature take its course. If you tell your crew about it, make sure they keep silent about this."
"What about their lawyer?" Muujai chuckled. "Martin Roman? He is the biggest coon of them all. Like Marcus, he is addicted to white pussy. But he thinks because he gets ward soldiers out of jail he is still down. He will be killed too. He may try and stay out of it but at the end of the day he is there lawyer."
Miguel whispered to Neto. "ŻCuál es el trato con los mayas que se llaman coon? ¿Pensé que los rednecks los llamaban que ahora lo utilizan el uno en el otro?"
(What's the deal with mayates calling each other coon? I thought rednecks called them that now they use it on each other?)
Neto replied, "No sé. Creo que ha llegado a significar venta ahora. ¿A quien le importa?"
(I don't know. I think it's come to mean sellout now. Who cares?)
"I hope you think long and hard, Mr. Santa Muerte. This offer is as good as it will get. And it will never get this good again," Stated Muujai as he and his comrade departed. As they left, Neto turned to Miguel, "You ever heard the term about rats on a sinking ship?"
"Si," Miguel stated. "Mark's the rat," He nodded towards the departing vehicle. "And the BGA are your sinking ship."
"What do you think we should do? We gotta tell mi papa eh?"
"Yeah. But all of that could also be a ploy to get us to not go after Mark and to try and get us to be docile. Doesn't it smell like somethin Marcus would do?"
"Maybe," Miguel said. Neto decided he would drop him back off. "You should tell Ernesto where you were. I got an errand to run,"
New Arcadia
He snuck in to Martin Roman's house. He was silent as could be. He waited in the closet. The black and white couple collapsed onto the bed giggling and kissing. "Oh Mr Roman, I'm in a lot of trouble," The blonde Caucasian woman whimpered. "How will you get me off?"
"Oh, I'll get you off, baby..." He kissed down her body. The blonde wore a black midriff top showing off her toned abs and her ample cleavage. He pulled her black skirt aside revealing her lacy black thong. She giggled as he kissed up her creamy white legs, kissing up her left shin. "Oooohhh..." She cooed as the African American lawyer kissed up her legs. "You keep doing that to me, you may have to come into the big house," She teased. Neto almost burst out laughing. It wasn't enough they were a Dalmatian couple in the south. They were also role playing plantation times. Martin chuckled. "All right...but don't tell nobody. I get caught letting you say that to me, I could lose my black pass and my ghetto pass,"
"I think marrying the blonde girl did that," Martin said, "Hey!" She smiled wrapping her legs around his back. "Relax. you know you're my Zulu warrior. Besides, you're a guy and they always go for the blonde."
He grinned and began to kiss up to her thighs and she breathed hard sucking in a breath. Neto opened the closet door slowly little by little. A less skilled man would be unable to do so and even in the dim light only from the hallway in the otherwise black room, they'd had a few to drink and they were too busy getting hot and heavy.
He began to kiss her stomach finding her oval shape and his tongue darted into the interior and she let out a pouty whimper, her nipples hardening and her belly rising and falling as it snaked into her her big lips curving into an aroused smile. He slowly pulled her panties down and began to toy her folds. She let out a soft cry of passion as he did and the African American lawyer started to eat her pussy. Neto had to stifle himself from laughing as it would ruin the surprise. He looked down and remembered he was still dressed up like a clown. He didn't know why he had bought the clown suit, it had just come to him and he even had the painting on his face. Normally, he'd go with a day of the dead mask but that was more his M.O and if he was to wear a blue bandanna or mask in this city that meant trouble and strangely enough he didn't plan on harming Martin. As the lawyer got undressed he knew he'd have to make his move. He knew they kept a pistol for their protection which Neto had already recovered.
"Fuck...fuck me!" Demanded the man's wife. He slid into her entrance, already slick with her juices from arousal and some of his saliva. He began to penetrate her and she wrapped her legs around his back. She pulled him in for a fiery kiss as his hands slid up her blouse toying her nipples and his helmet shoved deeper into her tight warm entance, "Uhh...!" She moaned and as they kissed she hummed against him, "Mmmmm!" As he caressed her left thigh with his free hand. With that, Neto stepped out of the closet and made the honk noise of the clown noise and the woman shreiked panicking falling off the bed scrambling for the cover to cover herself up. Neto in a somewhat creepy put on voice cried, "Oh baby, don't stop now! We're almost there!"
Martin scrambled for the gun under the pillow and Neto shoved him down saying, "Looking for this?" He then unzipped his clownpants and pretend to jack off. "What do you want...dude what the fuck..." Neto peeled it back but it was just a banana peel. He squished the first part all over Martin's face. "Ahhhhhhh yeah all over your face you dirty whore..." He turned on the light to reveal it was just a banana he'd shoved in his pants, one he'd taken from the living room table. He took a bite off the rest of it. Were Martin not terrified, he might have found this funny. Upon realizing it was him, Martin said, "You're here to kill me?"
"No. Just to chat. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you both when you first got in here. Anyway, I thought you may want to know, a friend of mine who your brother just got in a fight with wants me to leave New Arcadia. I'm getting bored here so I just might. Unless Marcus Roman decides to start anymore trouble. Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with a certain member of BGA. I'm not going to say who..."
"Let ,me guess, Big Joe?"
"Again, refer to my last statement. Now, the BGA considers you, Mark, Marrick and even Maurice to be a liability for the Army. They're sending in some out of town specialists to deal with all of you. Now, I personally dont give a shit if your brothers and your father all die. But you seem like a decent enough man. Except for the fact that you cover for your familia too much. If it weren't for that, you'd be clean. If I were you, I'd take her and get out of town. It'll be a couple months from now, maybe even a year but let's just say, you've all been greenlit by some higher ups not only with BGA but some street and prison gang they work with. It'll probably be easier if they kill you than for me to get near any of you. Fit in easier around here."
"What gang? And why are you telling us this?" He said, "I'm keeping it just vague enough to warn you to get out while also not giving Marcus Roman a hint. Let's just say some high ranking guys don't like the lack of order in New Arcadia and even though you've got a system that worked for a while with the wards working together it's still small time bullshit and it's still chaotic. New Arcadia needs some real structure from a real gangster city to finally give the wards some structure. They can;t do that when Marrick and Maurice and Mark are in the way."
"This will never work. And what city? Can you at least tell me that?"
Neto took the magazine out of his gun and tossed it in the hallway and then set it down. "No..." Neto began. "All though...when Task and Adayh hit up the Swamp Town Families and pretty much wiped the floor with them, this city hasn't had that many green rags has it? Mostly purple, independents and blue and yellow. And if you tell Mark a word of this, I will come back here. You take care of yourself, counselor," He then took one last look back at Martin and then said, "You should stay out of the pool," Remarking on how his presence had ruined the mood. With that, Neto let out a creepy high pitched clown laugh uncharacteristic of his normally deep and booming voice as he left their house which unsettled them both.
(Present)
Mai raised an eyebrow. "Why the clown getup?" Neto shrugged. "Self entertainment."
6 Hours Later
Neto
He had left one of the guards, An African American female who's ID said Shantell Harris, likely an alias, in a grave out in the desert between Los Santos and Las Venturas. Some may have thought he'd take her somewhere around Sandy Shores but they were mistaken. He'd buried the bitch deep. Now he had the second guard in the trunk. They had already been shot by two out of town hitters, both were Marabunta from Chiapas. They'd already headed back home after the hit and the car was left for him to take care of. He now had the man on a boat. He was an Asian American, of Japanese descent and they'd put a single bullet in the back of his head. The closest shore was Del Perro Pier. He was about six miles from the shore. He finally sunk the body of the deceased guard, Alan Nakamuri, after attaching it with cement blocks to sink it. He then drove back.
If there was no crime there was no body. There was no real way to not make this entirely non suspicious but there was only one body that they would know about for sure. The rest wouldn't be found and while that bitch Ana would possibly suspect Paul had done it, she had to also consider that IAA or not, C.O. or not, prisoners had all the reason in the world to go after a guard. The only thing they truly had was speculation. Neto had also been careful to change cell phones too as he suspected she or Devlin could track it. Now Ivan was Marco's problem and vice versa and as stupid as that Dominican punk was, even a Marine like him, if he set foot in San Andreas, he was dead. He might take some people with him too but he'd established counter surveillance and let the varrio know what he looked like. He'd done the same for that white boy Charlie too just in case anyone came to try anything.
He would stay out of that swampy shithole of a town but at the same time , he knew he wasn't in the wrong in any of this. And neither was Ernesto. As he drove back to land, deciding it would draw less attention if he instead drove back towards Blaine County, he thought about it. Indeed, he had not started shit with Marco. He'd stuck his nose in a fight that wasn't his. Really, so had Mark since he supposedly hated the BGA yet he stopped the Vagos from killing them. Even killing Victor and Miller was justified. Every so called atrocity the Aztecas had done was justified. That fuckin snitch had an unreasonable expectation. His friends were supposed to be off limits. Yet he could fuck with whoever he wanted. And he snitched too. If somebody didn't end up killing him for that, he would likely end up snitched on himself.
He'd seen guys like Mark before in the Arizona state pen. They'd be tintos that thought they were hot shit until they got fucked up ass by their own race or until they got stabbed by another. Either way, even if Karma was not real, at least not good karma, bad karma certainly was and the kind of bad karma that stacked against snitches, Neto knew, the Roman Family would soon find themselves much like their ancient imperial namesake. They would be torn apart from within while being sacked from without. That was certain. The only thing that was uncertain was just who the vandals would be in this scenario. He smirked at the thouht of that and at the arrogance of Mark, Ana and Marco because he knew they would try and go after the Russian next. Neto didn't like to admit it but Ivan outranked him. Maybe it wouldn't always be that way and maybe when he reached his 40's he'd be just as chingon or mas.
But for now, he had to give respct where it was due. They'd threatened Paul and Renata and Gata. She would not like that Ivan threatened her parents and Marco would not appreciate what he had done either. Perhaps Neto would see those cocksuckers again some day. He certainly also respected Adayh and Task and some of the others down south even if his image of Ernesto was somewhat ruined from the varrio legend he used to hear of. But for now, the IAA would have to be satisfied with fighting the Bravta. There was a lot of ex KGB in the Russian Mob and Ivan was not the only one.
They would either die fighting him or exhaust their resources. Forcing a stale mate. Neto sneered as he looked up to the moonlight saying, "We'll continue this when I return, Marcus," He said aloud with a somewhat evil and maniacal cackle. "Should your luck run out before I return.,..then I'll see you in hell..."
2013
Ivan
He was waiting on Sugar to get back from shopping in Davis. He sat on Leela's porch for now enjoying a beer she had offered him. "To be honest, I'm surprised you're not out there with her," The dark skinned ebony woman replied, "Why's that?" Ivan said, "I thought girls love shopping?" She chhuckled. "That's true. We do. But I aint got anything I need right now. I only roll with her to the all when we both need something so we can make a day of it. She's the same way. I'm straight. She'll be back soon anyhow. Anyway...so ya'll two are serious, huh?"
"I don't know what I'd call it," He admitted. "She's a nice woman. She saved my life and I intend to repay her for that. If this is a relationship, I wouldn't exactly call it a normal one. We didn't meet at a concert or on Love Meet."
"Normal's overrated, bro. And as for Love Meet, how that gonna look when somebody has kids? 'Mom, Dad how did ya'll two meet?' And they go 'Well we both signed up for a dating site and we were a match' I mean come on, now. No good love story ever started like that."
"I'm pretty sure every love story is just a story," She rolled her eyes. "You don't mean that. Didn't your parents love each other?" Ivan sighed. "Yes. It wasn't exactly under normal circumstances either. Both being KGB. You might have even read about them. They were a big deal back in the 80's. Their best friend was a fucking FIB agent. Anyway, since they both had their missions you could say that's what their marriage was. At least at first but they grew to love each other. But my mother was killed and my father is locked away...somewhere. I don't know where. That's why I'm back in America. To find him."
"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. Well after all you done for us you know I'll try and do what I can. But I mean, you know that aint that unsusual your people getting married in that kind way. It's a lot like an arrabnged marriage in a way. Don't get it twisted I aint no Mormon or no Muslim but I'm just saying maybe I can kinda see how the ancients got down and see the upside to it. On one hand it wasn't any casual hook ups or you choosing who you married but at least back then you not having somebody was less likely since parents found somebody for you."
"Yes but you forget that today's monogamy laws are ore of an equilizer than back then. I love the idea of being with as many women as possible as tmuch as the next man. But monogamy alllows for more chance at finding a mate. In the ancient world the rich men and the war lords, the feudal kings could have 100 wives when the poor man had only one. And if the king wanted he could even take her."
"Well dont go thinking monogamy doesn't have its flaws cause it does believe me. I been with a lot of men that couldn't keep it in their pants."
"Well surely you believde in it now? To be with Tyson an all."
"Yeah fo sho but I'm just saying there can be a upside and a downside to any arrangement. Like for instance let's say you get married and lve each other but you grow apart and you realize you aint right for each other. It happens to some of the best people. But on the other hand we hear all the horor stories about arranged marriages but what about when they work? It might nothave all been about love but you can't tell me ancient people didn't ever love each other it's just marriage came first love came later."
"Inrteresting. I never thought about it that way but you could be right."
"Hell yeah! Besides, I always hear motherfuckers talking about they love they boo as much as the day they married thenm. TYou supposed to love her more the more you be with him. And same the other way around."
"By the way...I wanted to tell you...when I was dying...I could have sworn I saw you and Sugar praying for me. I don't think it really happened but it was strang. Must have been an overactive sub conscious."
"Nah we really did that. Where were you seeing us praying though cause I aint been to church in a long time."
"My hospital room," The black woman's eyes widened in shock. "Okay that's freaky. Me and her were both in your room doing that and I don't know how you could have seen that cause you were out like a light."
"Maybe it was an out of body expirience. They say when we die the only reason we see lights at the end of the tunnel is this chemical known as DMT released in our brains. So we see things maybe it triggers memories of people we knew or cared about. They say the things we see are due to this being released and due to lack of oxygen. They say when we die nothing we are seeing is real. It's just like a computer replaying your greatest hits as it dies before shutting down for good."
"I don't believe that," Said the opinionated Baller female. "I mean, that's what atheists say. And I know you a Soviet or ex Soviet so you niggas had to be atheist but it's not even like you chose it you know? If you choose to not believe in a higher power that's on you but the choice should at least be there cause if my pastor tries to scare yoyu ino believing isn't it just as wrong for the Soviot Union to outlaw religion? There's a lot to be said for personal choice. Besides, we might know the scientific reasons behind seeing shit but that don't mean it aint real cause for all we know they just speculate that you see nothing and hear nothing once you dead too. It aint like they came back from the brink of death."
"Actually many have. I have. I saw some things and some of them were real so maybe spirits are literally an out of body expirience. Or maybe my spirit left mt body briefly but I didn't die but if that is true then why didn't I die?"
Leela shrugged. "You had machines breathing for you until you came to. You know, Tyson got shot once. Took a shotgun blast from some Vagos in a drive-by. To this day I don't know how he ever came out of it. He lost a lot of blood," She frowned. "I prayed like crazy that day too, you feel me? I mean look...maybe we're hypocrites to only pray when the chips are down. I don't know. But isn't it just as hypocritical to praise God when you got it good but not when you got it bad? That's the other side of the argument just the way I see it anyway. Besides if there is a God and he knows we're selfish, ungrateful, hypocritical assholes who only pray when we need something then he also knoews it's cause we're human beings and none of us is perfect so he's gotta forgive us for that. But...whatever happened, he puylled through. I never did find the fool who did it though. They say it was a little dude that did it like a YG trying to earn stripes . I wanted to go after him but when I learned it was a kid..."
She smiled sadly and said, "I aint gonna pretend I aint never shot nobody that young I have but only when I was that age give or take a few years. But...I don't know, I think when I prayed, I may have asked God o heal Tyson and that if he did, I wouldn't go after the kid that did it. That was one of the hardest choices I ever made in the game cause women get in gangs for love, for revenge sometimes family too. Usually revenge or love though. Where as niggas do it for the money or neighborhood pride or to get all the ho's and all that other bullshit. But...I don't know if it was cause of that prayer, that deal but somebody answered. You can't tell me that it was just chance. And what I mean by people that don't believe in nothing saying you just rot in the ground, yeah some people may have come back after a minute or two but it's not like you ever asked somebody that's been dead for a year or two."
He shrugged. "Maybe we can try a Oija board?" She shook her head. "Mmm mhmm! No. That's getting into some things too dark even for me. See to me God is real and the bible is true but it may not be the only truth you feel me? There's lots of pieces of the puzzle maybe everybody in the world hafd their little piece of it and we all just trying to put it together. Like I got Creole in my background from way back and some of my people practiced Voodoo and some other shit but mostly we been Baptist a long time. I don't think or myself as Voodean. More like...Baptist plus. If that makes any sense?"
"It does. From a certain point of view. Honestly, I saw my friend Neto and my friend Paul doing what I think were Native American and Mexican traditions."
"Oh," She said pausing a moment. "Well, there you go maybe that worked too. That could be the positive side to magic or whatever you want to call it just like Oija boards are the negative. I don't know enough about either one to really speak too much on it or even condemn em for it cause if they prayed as hard for you as me and Suge did then who's to say it didn't work? I won't condemn that maybe it's just like anything it can be used for good or bad. So you saw them too, huh?"
"I saw ..." He chuckled. "I also saw the founder of the epsilon program."
Leela laughed and said, "Okay, now there you WERE tripping balls they must have had your ass on some heavy painkillers, boy cause that motherfucker's crazy. You know how many celebrities they sucked into that shit?"
Ivan chuckled. "I'm well aware of it, yes."
Mai
Humble Pie Belly Ache
She got a knock at the door. She had a job coming up. She answered it to see Clyde wearing a cast with both arms. He had with him an African American male standing at 5'9 wearing a black t shirt and baggy jeans. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 at most. "What are you doing here and who is this?!" She demanded. "He's cool, he's just helping me get around."
Mai told the guy, "Can you give us a minute?" The guy looked at Clyde and Clyde nodded. "I'll be right outside if you need me, C just yell," She shut the door and told Clyde, "If you do holler and he thinks about coming in without my permission I'm going to shoot him. So they finally fixed your jaw, huh?"
She'd put him in the hospital after finding out he had put hands on Jill. She'd broken his jaw and both arms. He'd tried to fight the Vietnamese American but aside from a few blows it had not gone well for him. Rather than go by the sexist notion that a man who hit women couldn't likely beat up a man, which in itself no matter how noble, was inherently sexist since it implied women were still weaker, rather than get a man to fuck him up, she'd done it herself. He'd had to have his jaw wired shut as a result of it.
She'd made sure Jill wasn't with her when she found him. She had promised Jill she wouldn't do anything but for that night she'd insisted she meet some guy she'd been in touch with from East Vinewood who she had connected with on Love Meet. So they'd met up for "coffee" while Mai went and handled him.
"What do you want, Clyde?"
"I'm sorry..can you just tell Jill, i'm sorry?"
"Thing is, Clyde, she doesn't want to hear from you. That's why she's got a restraining order against you. You might be sorry but a lot of guys just say that to get women to let their guard down and the next time you get loaded you'll do the same thing again."
"Come on you can't honestly believe nobody ever changes! I've known couple that used to beat the shit out of each other that stopped and they've been together eighteen years!"
"First of all, were any of them football players? Second, keyword, beat each other. You and Jill didn't have a lovers quarrel. You beat her up. And now you got emasculated by a now you have nothing. Now you get to be an average joe like everybody else."
"Is that what it'll take? If I let her beat the shit out of me she'll take me back?"
She scoffed. "Did you really not hear a thing I said?" He started sobbing dropping to his knees. He buried his head into her legs. "Clyde...Clyde...honey, I really don't want to kick you in the face cause you just got your jaw fixed but if you don't get off me in five seconds you're going to have to eat through a straw for another month."
He stood up or tried and fell over. She helped him up. "You know we used to be friends too ya know..."
"That was before you beat Jill up,"
"We all make mistakes! You're out there in the Beach helping guys that aren't even out of High School yet kill each other!"
"Yeah and what are you doing with that kid? Are you trying to teach him to be just like you? A has been who uses coke and has a drinking problem and beats his girlfriend up?"
"No..he's got a scholarship at the university. He could play ball. He can be better than me. Im trying to teach him what not to do! For fucks sakes, Mai you may not forgive me and Jill may not forgive me but you gotta believe me! I'm trying to change..."
"I don't 'gotta' do anything except pay taxes and die. If you're really trying to change then start over, try and meet somebody else. Treat her right so that it's a healthy relationship not a toxic one. You had your chance with Jill."
"There's somebody else, isn't there?"
Mai paused. If she said no, he might try and violate the restraining order and try and think he had a chance. If she said yes, and he ran into her, he might accuse Mai of trying to poison her against him even though he had abused her. "It's not your business," She told him. He chuckled, "Is it you? I've seen the way you've looked at her and I know you swing both ways."
"Bye, Clyde," She opened the door. "It was a joke!"
"Yes and it was very funny but you're very annoying."
She sighed as he departed.
The name Nenetl is Nahuatl for doll and is pronounced like Nenet as it looks since the tl is sileent. Basically the way Nahuatl works,TL: at the end of a word should just pronounce the T-the L should be silent.
Hu : should be pronounced as a W.
LL: should NOT be pronounced as a Spanish double L, use the English pronunciation of LL.
X: should be pronounced as SH. MEXICA is MeSHika.
Anyway so thats it forthis chapter i know i didn't have as long of a lemon it will continue into the next chapter and yes it will be good but for now I'll leave this as just a sneak peek going into the next chapter.
So as far as those Neo Nazis at the rally, I haven't decided on any kind of actors for who should represent them except for the guy who was talking shit to Lee not the fat one because that guy I'm thinking emile hirsch as representing Tobias. As far as Ron Lime he's based on Don Lemon. As far as the blonde white supremacist chick I don't have an actress for her or any of the other white supremacist characters in the march (Maybe Zilla can help me with that?) but her name is gonna be Caitlyn White and she's visually based on the white supremacist female Fading Light on Stormfront.
Me and Zilla have both checked out the page idk if it's out of curiousity for Zilla or knowing your enemy in my case it's both but oddly enough not everyone on there is always even rude to non whites some of the actualkly are respectful and just maintain that they want to presere their heritage. If they can do that without trying to infringe on mine, whatever. I agree Europe is yours., Everywhere else is not. But Fading Light is the one Storm Front poster who is pretty much always rude to non whites even when we use good arguments she talks down to everybody.
She basically tried to deny that Thomas Jeffetrson raped his slave she thinks it was more likely an overseer since many of them were low skilled criminals and she said in the case of my people, that Europeans did not steal any land from us and that we drew first blood which is a lie. She tried to say the only land Europeans ever settled on was land Natives were not usin even for hunting. Again, where is her evidence of that? She also claims that if white nationalists could be on the forefront without fear of persecution she'd show her face but she said the liberals would probably get her career destroyed I think shes just afraid of physical retaliation. I mean say what you will about Tom Metzger he is a pos but he's not afraid to show his face. You know stormfront is pathetic when they make actual neo nazis that do taint our streets with their protest look brave at least compared to them
Anyway that seems to be the new argument, I need to take a look at the FBI statistics but a lot of white people are now sayin that the most likely groups to be pedophiles are Mexican Americans and American Indians. I may have created her but me and Zilla have made a few characters we intend the other to kill he has one for me later and I figured some of this group can be potential antagonists for BSU because even if they didn't kidnap Jimmy, they still want to fight BSU members and kill more people from the wards over what is happening in New Arcadia.
As for Jimmy he's a character on New Aracadia so if you haen't read the latest chapter check it out.
Also, the numbers he carved into his back of 57 74 and 84 is basically the founding dates for Eme factions.
Original Cali Eme = 1957.
Arizona or New Eme= 1974
Texas Eme or Mexikanemi = 1984.
Zilla said his character will need to try and find out what that means in each instance so he will be on somewhat of a goose chase im not entirely sure I'll have to see what he writes for it. . As far as Paul shanking the guard that was the guard who took his picture Marco showed Neto to threaten him. As far as how you would keester a shank that is one way an Eme member would tend to do it.
We also discussed how it would look if Culebra and Mark met and in this though Joaquin is a main character in Ballad he's only a supporting character here but would be a challenge to Mark all the same.
He is to Mark as Marco is to Neto. Mark will see what Joaquin did as violation of the truce but there was some overlap as Neto had to get a new phone and he'd already sent him out there to start fucking with the BSU. He'll basically leave Jimmy out there for two days and yeah he will have a pretty bad sunburn but he'll live now it's just down to Mark finding him. I don't know Loiusiana as well so I leave it to Zilla as far as where in Louisiana it will be that farm
Hoop means to keester lista is Eme slang for the list as in the hit list
Miqui is Nahuatl for kill
Pilli is Nahuatl for Honored One but is used to refer to a member of La Eme.
As for Neto's speaking out loud regardin Mark, that is somewhat taken off of Dragonball Z after Vegeta knocked Goku out when he states he intends to fight him once he's done with Buu. I just thought Vegeta's dialogue really in all that part of the saga was bad ass like from the time vegeta first turns Majin to the final atonement episode was when to me Vegeta was best. It's also a bad ass thing to say saying you expect to see him in hell.
As for the thing Paul said to threaten the two Aryan Vanguard members that is a line from Blackstone and I found it so lulzy and gold and it's such a rez way to threaten someone, worthy of GTA level reference, that i needed to put it in here. Zilla 2000 is always saying Paul has decent one liners some i come up with others I don't like that one.
Now onto the rest of the hstory what'd you think of what little i did show of the lemon? Plus the heist with Vasily also Marvin ( I need to go back and edit cause i sometimes called him Martin) is back in Carson Avenue hands, and as far as the money you could have probably guessed Carson would try somethin like that.
Next chapter, they do more on the heist, Paul will finish that three way and hit up the Canadian Angels Of Death, more in detail on that flashback with the 2006 shit and I'll have Packie and co. hit the Lupasella's back, Neto will get back to business in LS with trying to go after takin down Trevor as by 2014 he is angry that Trevor killed Ortega and also since I have played both the spare Ortega outcome and the kill and it doesn't matter either way, so in Ballad I have it as Treor killed him straight up where as in this, he spared Ortega and Ortega retaliated. The reason why will be revealed later also Tiny's funeral next chapter too.
Plus the Ballas will have to deal with fallout from Carson Ave, we'll get back to what happened with Ivan and the LS Bravta. Also Lil King, Paul and maybe Lamar will do a job for gerald but after that, Lil Kin will have a tagger crew looking to murder him. Let's just say you'll understand why. Find out why next chapter.
And since I didn't get to this chapter I'll show Packie finally arriving in LS and how he meets the crew.
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Also of the possible groups for the Aztecas to make a quick drug deal with who would you like to see it be? Vote vote vote!
As for the lemon Neto interrupted and showing up dressed as a clown that was a reference to the really bad movie mr Jingles which i enjoyed cause it was so bbad it was good. The stay out of the pool line and don't stop now we're almost there are both references tho thaht as well as the creepy clown laugh. Also, that side deal with Muujai i came up with it off the head I mean me and Zillla 2000 discussed their plans to have the Apostles/GD's assassinate the Romans and I also set up the circumstances in which they'd send it off and the conversation between Muujai and Neto is somewhat based on the scene in Oz when Adnebbisi sold out the homeboys to El Norte. At least the part of saying those aren't my people.
Anyway the side deal he attempted won't matter anyway cause while Neto technically didn't break the agreement since Mark and the BSU jumped him first and yes Neto did retaliate, Muujai at least as i wrote him here wouldn't consider that a breach. He might as far as Martin knowing about it and that's kinda why Neto implied the Families and he didn't specify the city cause he predicted Martin would tell Mark even when told not to. This too is an act of te art of war feeding your enemy false information which he suspected Mark was doing sending Muujai on his behalf. So now Neto is considering two possibilities, one, is that Mark cooked this scheme up. Or two, it really is a sinking ship which is reality.
Also some of the dialogue between Martin and his wife who's name i forgot but I remember is based on Billie Piper, was somewhat based on some dialogue between Julia Styles and Mekhi Phifer in the movie O. Which I didn't realize at the time was somewhat of a modern take on Othello.
Also as far as Neto calling Ivan El Cucuy thats like the Mexican version of the boogeyman. There seems to be confusion as some people think that John Wick will be in Zilla's story that's not what that is it's just Ivan's nickname and he's more visually based on the Russian from the strain. In any case since different characters in my story have different nicknames I mean Neto is Santa Muerte, Neto plus Ikal his mayan name and Paul is Pablo among Puerto Ricans, Oso amon Mexicans, Redwood among the Families and Io'rakote among the rez gangs, I figured Ivan should be known as the boogeyman in another language too.
Also if this causes less confusion I can always have him referred to as boogeyman in English or Spanish more instead of Russian so as not to confuse with John Wick and yes that is where i got the name but no he is not visually or personality wise based on him. He's also going to occasionally be known as John as that was his name as a child and it'll be good for when he'll need to put on an American accent.
Until next time. Enjoy.