Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A cartel hitman, an ex soldier, a wayward gunmen with no cause, an ex KGB agent, & a familiar family oriented coke addicted thug find their way to sunny LS finding themselves around similar scum. Immoral car salesmen, low life bangers, king pins, & hackers. When an eventual rift in the friendship divides their destinies, alliances shift & none of them will ever be the same again.

39. Not So Merryweather

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. He gripped tight in her hips as he thrusted deeper inside the Cree woman and she let out a louder cry as he went in deeper into her. She dug her nails into his chest sucking in a breath as she rode him. Aila also gasped as his tongue found her g spot teasing it and she continued to grind on his face to get more friction. His tongue sabored every drop of her juices and he noticed the young Mohawk girls face was starting to flush too as he ate her snatch. She let out a high pitched squea as he lapped up deeper into her. "Fuck..." She cried. "Mmmm baby..." She whimpered her hands on his hair as he continued the cunnilingus.

He thrusted up deeper into Dawn and she dug her nails into his chest. He groaned as the feeling of her twat was like heaven. He grunted against her pussy humming quickly following that and she let out another cry. Meanwhile, Dawn sucked in a breath as she took his manhood deeper and she went from riding him to starting to bounce up and down on him. He was wet around the mouth from his own saliva and Aila's juices but he kept his mouth buried against her snatch as though her pussy lips were her mouth and he was locked in a kiss there too. He bombed his hardened manhood deeper up into Dawn. She was starting to sweat and he smacked her on the ass with a free hand and she let out a cry as he did and this spurred her to ride him harder and faster her hips rotating on him like he wa a bronco.

She fingered her own clit a little as she rode him alongside his own fingers that toyed her labia and she took his hand guiding him whers she wanted it. She moaned in Cree saying, "e'kosi...!"

(That's the way...)'

He was not sure how much longer he would last as Dawn was very tight but he felt he might as long as he had Aila to eat so that his focus wouldn't be on the sensation in his loins. Dawn began to finger Aila again as well as kiss her as she rode him more aggressivley taking him against her g spot. She suddenly switched positions breathing hard but turned around on him with her ass facing towards him. She put him back into her but she bent her head backwards to look at Aila who grabbed her and kissed her from behind carressing her breasts. Aila finally was close from being eaten she using Dawn's lips as a means to hold on before she came as much as Paul was using his on her before Dawn could get him off.

Her womanhood enveloped his chin and he could smell and taste her muskiness as he increased his tongue movement along her clit. He was doing something as he ate her pussy using Kanienkeha words. He wondered if she was aware of it or not. He spelled her name on it and then decided he would spell out a prayer along her labia. Granted, he was not a religious type, even traditional spirituality to him, was not his thing but for different reasons than Christianity. Still, he remembered the prayer that an Elder man of the Turtle clan had taught him. Though Kanienkehaka prayer was usually individualized and not ritualized, there was one kind of prayer you could tell.

He wasn't doing this to actually pray but just to get her off and he knew this was a lengthy prayer and he intended on spelling out every letter of every word. It took him countless minutues to get through every word but all the while he kept poking up into Dawn at the same time as she rode him reverse cowgirl. Finally Aila lost control. Her juices erupted onto his mouth and she wailed, "Uhhhh! Fuck! Ohhh..."

She had four orgasms her walls having spasms as they convulsed with each orgasm less intense than the last but still it was ecstacy for the Kanienkehaka woman as she rode his face. She rolled off him huffing to get her breath as her knees knocked together. She watched with fatigue as Dawn rode him.

He let out a breath against her neck and she moaned as he did. He felt her start to tighten around his manhood. He strummed her clit and he wrapped his arms around to her back and she did the same around his head and he took her right breast into his mouth, "Ahhh!" She whimpered as he thrust into her and his lips met hers in a fiery kiss.

Finally, she started to orgasm and he felt her tighten over his member and she convulsed over it and wailed as her red face bounced up and down just as she did, her slick, soft pussy slid up and down on his shaft. He licked her sweaty breasts and she cried out with her mouth open as she rode out the wave of her orgasm and his cock felt as though he had broken a dam inside her. She collapsed on top of him, sweaty, hot and panting.

"You can come just from dick? Either we're wired different or he must have talent..."

Dawn, exausted told Aila, "Find out for yourself..."

Aila switched places with her and she began to lower herself onto him. He closed his eyes a moment as he welcomed the sensation of her pussy next and he brought Dawn's thighs back to his face and began to eat her. His tongue began to lap into her wanting womanhood and Aila, who had been masturbating while watching conginued to stroke her folds even as she began to lower her hole onto his pole. "Mmmmhmm..." She gasped as she began to take him in. She had shown a lot of confidence, even cockiness in their initial foreplay and oral sex Dawn had been more timid and Aila had been more dominant but it seemed even Aila had a side to her that was somwewhat submissive too as she wasn't taking him in as fast as Dawn had. At the same time, despite Dawn's more mousy nature, she also had a dirty side to her.

Dawn's cheeks had not stopped flushing as he continued to eat her pussy, her hair was all over her own face as he continued to lap at her womanhood and he wondered if it felt at all to her the way it did when a man nutted and the woman kept sucking. He hoped so. Aila's stomach heaven in and out as she rode him her thrusts emphasized with each pant and each breath. Though Paul had never had a threeway before and he had to admit it was pretty goddamn awesome, the one downside though, was that he couldn't put his mouth all over either woman who was riding him as he would be preoccupied with eating the other one out. It was a challenge paying equal attention to both but he was willing to do his best. He thrust deeper into Aila stretching her out. She huffed as she rode him, her hips rotating in a leftward motion as she circled her hips on him.

Everything about her movements made him want to just drill into her further like a jackhammer with all he had but then it would be over too soon and he knew he had to pace himself. He continued eating Dawn who was letting out softer shaky moans as her sensitive swollen clit was stimiluated again by his tongue. He caressed her ass from the back gently fingering her bottom and she let out a moan, "J...jesus...oh god...!" She closed her eyes as she trembled. Finally, she told him to stop. He slowed down and stopped pumping into Aila as well. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." She said. "You just tired me out. I need to just lay here. I think I'm gonna watch..."

"Are you sure?" Aila asked her. "Yeah," She said giving a reassuring smile. "Hopefully after this is over, we can get in a nap too it's not fair if he gets to be all rested up for the job and we'll be all tired," Aila grinned back. "Deal."

Aila moved over and watched as they continued to fuck. Paul slid his hands up Aila's side feeling her bare skin. This seemed to get her more into it as she thrust her wet pussy over his manhood with more enthusiasm. Her skin was soft and warm and he pulled her stomach to his feeling her heat. He kissed her and she moaned against his lips, her teeth accidentallu bumping into his. She pulled back a moment playing sligfhtly hard to get but her big brown eyes flashed with lust as she stradled him. Her skin was h glowing in the dim light looking cinnamon colored. She looked good enough to eat. He took left her breast into his mouth and she rolled her eyes back into her head as he did this while still penetrating her deeper.

She ran her hands on his chest as she began to bounce up and down on his manhood taking him in inch by inch. He groaned, "Fuck..." She whispered in a feminine hushed plea, "Fuck me..."

He was spurred by her voice. He grabbed a breast in each hand squeezing gently but firmly. He did it a bit harder after that and he kept going and she winced a bit but got used to it after a minute as the pain turned to pleasure. She took one of his fingers and sucked on them as he drove up deeper into her.

Finally she rolled off him and got into her hands and knees. He was pretty sure she was intent on doggystyle. "What are you waiting for?" She demanded. "Bury that bone..." She said with a growling command. He grinned entering her from behind and he entered her from the bac,k and he began to squeeze her butt cheeks as he began to thrust into her from behind. "Ohhhhh!" She cried out as he stuck it into her and began to increase speed and he toyed her folds from the back reaching around her with one hand and cupped her fight breast with the other hand and he kissed her neck as he pounded her from behind. Her hair was flying everywhere as they began to go faster. She thrust back against him as he took her.

He fingered her clit as his cock rammed against her g spot. She breathed hard in a shaky breath as her legs shook. She looked back at him as he plowed her. His helmet ramming her g spot, and she got even more wet. She backed herself up more fast into his pole.

She wanted to give him as much as she got. His fingers were as soaked as much as his dick and he gripped her hips as he plowed deeper into her. He smacked her on the ass and she yelped, "Ahhh!" Her tits were warn in his hands as her body heat increased. Finally he felt her tighten on him as she started to come as he rubbed her labia and her clit further and he drove into her roating his own strokes as he bare backed her.

He whacked her on the ass again and she wailed, "FUCK! AHHH! Ohhhh shit...come on..." She was close as he kept drilling into her. He stroked her clitoral hood teasing her and he drove against her spot with all he had and she cried out, "Ahhh! Paaaauuuuuul..." He smacked her ass again earning another high pitched squeal and he buried himself deeper into her dripping cunt and she began to come. Her walls convulsed over his Johnson and he drove deeper as her walls throbbed over his cock and her wetness increased. Her legs knocked together as he pounded her and she collapsed onto her stomach moaning and her noises quieted to breathing as she tried to recover from her kept going penetrating her and she continued to moan prepared to keep going.

Dawn had recovered and she started licking her labia from under her even as he kept fucking her and Dawn's tongue teased her pussy as well as his manhood. He exhaled and he felt he would explode soon. He pulled out exploded all over her butt cheeks and Aila smiled giggling at the warm and sticky sensation. To Paul's surprise Aila's, Dawn began to lap it up off of her and Aila's mouth dropped open in a cry of surprise as did her eyes widen as she began to not only lick his load off of her butt cheeks but also was borderline rimming her.

In fact she was. She moved towards Paul next and she began to suck up the mess around his manhood and Aila,, taking a second to recover, soon joined her sucking himn off. "Oh..shiiiiit..." He groaned as they began to blow him and they sucked him off lapping his nut up and they began to bring him to a second orgasm almost instantly. He exploded soon after, and got some of Dawn's lips and Aila's chin and left cheek. They licked him clean and he shivered at it. Aila turned to Dawn whispering, "That made me come when you...did that too..."

They began to turn their attention to each other next continuing to eat each other. This went on for about ten minutes and he had to get in the shower. Their time was almost near for when they would need to do their job and there wasn't much time to sleep. He started to lather up with soap. Just then, the two joined him. "Hey, occupado," He said playfully. "Oh well," Aila said. "You got us dirty, so move over, Injun," She said with a dirty grin.

They began to each wash each other and he would have wanted to take them in the shower too but he wasn't sure there was time. But there was always later after what they had to do.

Angel Baby

Paul came outside the motel door as they were waiting for Vincent still. Danyen came back smoking a cigarette and he offered one to Paul. Paul declined and the two females following his lead also declined. "I thought you don't smoke, homie?" Asked Ray. "I don't smoke mainstream cigs and I barely ever smoke these but these are authentic tobacco rolled. Not just that pure poison they sell at the stores."

"Yeah, homeboy's got his side hustle going across the border. It aint caine but it pays."

Danyen nodded."Anybody will buy it. And I'll sell both sides of the border. Don't matter where they're from. If they got the frogskins for it i'll sell."

"Shit speaking of cross border hustle, Paul, you know the homegirl Kawisenhawe from Broker, right?"

He saw a woman of Mohawk descent. He'd seen her around Liberty City even as big as it was since he;d gone to the pow wows out there foir their nation. She was the same skin tone as he was despite not being as mixed and having darker eyes. She stood five foot ten. She had a petite figure and wore a black blouse, blue jeans and a turquoise necklace. She was in her late late 30' possibly early 40's. s. "I've seen her around but no I never met her."

"She's an OG by now. Raised in Broker but her roots touch back to the same rez as you, homie. And her man was the dude that started the Warriors."

"Yeah? You were with Smoky Lambert?" Asked Paul. Smokey was their founder, a Metis of Cree descent who had been one of several inmates at the Stony Penitentiary System to found the RW's in 1992. He'd started it off just to protect First nations and metis inmates from racist white bikers like the Angels Of Death but ended up fighting other Native gangs most notably, IC. All though he killed both Angels and IC gang members, it was a car bombing of an Angel that earned him a life sentence at the same prison he once swore he'd never return to.

"Yeah," She admitted. "For a while, anyway. But it's hard enough waiting for a guy who you know wil get out some day. You can't for a guy who never will."

"Still, he's got my respect."

Finally, it was time to roll out.

Vincent was there. He approached Paul. Paul shook his hand. "Skennen'kó:wa ken?"

"No, Paul, I don't have the great peace. I'm risking some serious charges bringing this shit across the border. And you don't even have the funds to pay me right now. And if you guys get killed out there, going against the Angels, I definitly won't get paid. You and Karahon:kie are the only dudes here I know."

Kawisenhawe stepped out saying, "You know me too, Vince," He was surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" He asked her. "I thought you were out of the life? You got kids now. You got a man."

"Had a man," She corrected him. "And we separated. We still take care of the kids but raising kids isn't easy. And it it isn't cheap either. Chogan's gonna help me get some of the funds we'll take off the Angels."

Chogan had a truck too as he had pulled up and he had several kinds of guns in there. He had an AK-74 for himself, a Mossberg 500 Shotgun which Dawn took, Aila was given a C3 Rifle, Kawisenhawe took two Uzi's, Chaska took a Remington 870, Danyen took an AK-74 just like Chogan, Paul took an MP5, Ray took an M4. "Let's go chop these bitches down for what they did to Joe," Growled Chogan.

"We got your back, bro. We'll make sure they know they fucked up," Replied sighed. "I'm coming with you guys. I shouldn't be but despite Paul being kind of a careless asshole, I do give a damn what happens to him and all of you really. You're still blood to me/. We're related. Plus I don't know if I trust you guys to properly wire up the shit you're going to need to when you get to the clubhouse. And if I can make sure at least Paul and some of the rest of you survive, I get my money and I can go back to Liberty."

They got in their respective vehicles and started to mount up. They drove for about a half hour to get to the club. They started with the extreme machine."All right, see that monster truck right there?" He beckoned to a large black one parked next to several Angels bikes. "There's two IC guys out in front of it but if you can take em out silently, you can get the extreme machine under that truck. Then you just gotta keep your distance and light it up. It'll cause a big bang if a couple of those get lit off in the parking lot and they're not aimed at the sky."

Paul said, "You know, when I told you to get fireworks, I didn't actually mean fireworks."

"I know but look at it this way. You won't have to pay nearly as much. Besides, these bad boys will blow everything up too. You ever wonder about how people are afraid of fireworks causing bodily harm or death? It can and it will. You just wanted to blow their clubhouse up right?"

"Yeah...and we're lucky the Indian Clique guys have been partying with some of these punks some of the time," Paul stated. Dawn rolled her eyes. "Yeah they just want to get with some of the white biker groupies."

"Let me be clear. I don't want to kill any Onkwehonwe here today," Said Vincent. "Truth is, neither do I," Paul admitted. "But these guys attacked my friend Joe, Chogan's little brother. He's still only a teenager and these are grown men in their fucking 30's. They gotta pay the piper."

Ray sneered. "IC aint no fucking Indians, bro. Dont kid yourself. They're Apples. Anybody that parties with an Angel is a piece of shit sellout that deserves a bullet."

"That's your opinion. A lot of them are the same tribe as you and some could even be mine," Vince said. "So what? Real Crees don't get down with Dead Beats. It don't matter how many of us beef with each other. Rez gangs, gangs started in the pen, wherever we started a lot of people started off having to defend themselves against the Angels. That's how a lot of these cliques got started. Angels are bullies. Even some of my worst enemies know that. Yet these bitches don't? They make a deal with the bikers for money. Every rez gang seems to hate each other it seems like but at least most motherfuckers except them know the Angels are bitches!" Chogan spat.

Chaska nodded. "Yeah and the Clits shot me, man. That's gotta get answered too."

Paul said, "All right, who's coming with me?" He had his hunting knife readied. Chaska said, "I'm with you, bro. I need to whittle up some of these Clit bitches."

They hopped over the fence on the other side of the club house and spotted two gang members. The first wore a white oversized t shirt and baggy blue jeans plus a black bandanna tied over his long brown ponytail. He had light brown skin. He looked around their age. He ouldn't have been more than twenty. He was drinking a beer and next to him was First Nations youth with shorter hair and darker skin and more almond shaped eyes. The guy wore a black t shirt and black baggy jeans and a white beanie. Paul pounced on the scrawnier one driving the knife across his jugular and he pulled it across slitting his throat. The man's blood got all over the white shirt and he collapsed on the pavement. His partner saw this and cried, "The fuck?!" He went for his 9mm but Chaska pounded on him before he could grab it and he rushed him to the ground getting behind him. The guy fought trying to struggle but Chaska put him in a headlock as they grappled on the ground.

Chaska put a hand over his mouth before the youth could cry out and Paul took his pistol from him. Paul looked at his dead friend and spotted the tattoo on his right arm that indicated he was of Woodland Cree ancestry and he saw the man's other arm. He saw a tattoo indicating he was Bear clan and he also saw the Warrior Society Flag above it from his own tribe. It seemed the man was both Mohawk and Cree. Paul was not crazy about killing any of his own people at all but in the pre-Colombian past his tribe had fought others just as most had. Crees being Algonquins, this was nothing new. Except, here he had also committed a major wrong among his people as this guy was also not only Kanienkehaka but of the same clan as he had been through his father since he'd been kicked from the rez. You weren't supposed to kill a member of the same clan. Even when six nations had fought among themselves, it was expected for example that if the Kanienkehaka had been at war with the Seneca, they still could not wage war on those of the same clan since they were family.

Chaska snapped the other Indian Clique members neck. "What's wrong, bro?" He asked looking at Paul. Paul told him what he'd done. He wasn't sure if a Sioux guy would understand that/. He'd often butted heads with Lakotas in the past but the Nakota it seemed, got it. "Shit...that's fucked up but you didn't know," He whispered. "You'll probably have to get a cleansing ceremonty. Isn't Vince from your tribe? He'll know what to do. In the old times, that's what you'd need is a cleansing ceremony, man. Ever notice our people didn't really have post traumatic stress from war the way the white man does or even we do when we fight his wars? It's cause of the cermonies."

He then told him, "Besides, you didn't know."

Paul sighed and other Warriors snuck in from the back entrance. Vincent came forward and he told him what he had done quickly laying it down speaking in Kanienkeha. Vincent assured him they'd deal with it later. They set up the fireworks under the monster truck which was parked pretty close to the clubhouse. "How many do you think are in there?" Asked Kawisenhawe. Chogan answered her as he peered through a window sneeking a look as the party was going on inside, as loud rock and the sounds of loose women and the jeers of bikers filled the air. "Looks like maybe `15 bikers. Plus some Indian change. Little Icky bitches are playing pool with those fucking peckerwoods."

"You're gonna need to get clear. All of you. I'll light off the fireworks but then we're gonna want to split up. Where's the IC hanging out around here?"

"They got a gang house around 31st street and Providence."

"All right then half of us should go hit them up there and the rest should stay here to handle them here."

"Fine, but who's gonna stayt and who goes?" Asked Paul. "I'm staying to kill some fuckin Dead Beats," Stated Chogan. "Same here," Said Kawisenhawe. "Stony's in prison for life and that aint cool and I may have gotten tired of being a gang chick but I never stopped hating the Angels Of Death. To me they're just a modern day cavalry on bikes instead of horses,"

"I thought that was the RCMP but point taken," Said Ray. "I'm gonna kill the Inbred Clique. To me a traitor is worse than the enemy iself," Chaska agreed, "Me too. I mean I'm gonna help you here first against the Dead Beats but I want a shot at the pussies who shot me, man."

"All right we need to decide who's gonna fight whatever reinforcements come after us and who's gonna fight the IC's. Who else is staying with us on the Angels?" Asked Chogan. Aila said, "I'm with you, Cho," Dawn sighed. "I'm going after the IC's. Some of them raped my friend Marie at a party. She wasn't even affiliated."

Paul also said, "I'm staying to get rid of the Angels and what few IC's there are here but after that I'll comne by and lend you guys a hand. Save some for us, eh?"

"I guess I'mn going after the IC's too," Said Danyen. "That way it's at least somewhat close to even. You got more on the side of going after the Angels than IC's."

"What are you talking about how is that?" Asked Chogan. They beckoned to a beat up old red Peyote and Paul recognized Little Joe in his signature fedora getting out of the car with a young Metis guy in his late teens of about eighteen or nineteen who had driven him. There was also a white Felon parked and four members of the Warriors got out wearing red. The first was a man of Cree descent with light brown skin and almost Asian looking eyes and a black beanie a red t shirt and black jeans.

The second was a female with a nose piercing and a red bandanna around her head plus a a white midriff top and black jeans. The third was a guy of Potami descent tall and husky with dark brown skin and a short haircut and a mustachge wearing a gray sweater and a red baseball hat on backwards. The fourth was an overweight woman of half Induit and half Russian descent wearing a red sweater. She had light brown almost yellow skin. Chogan approached Little Joe, "The fuck are you doing out here, bro? You're supposed to be resting."

"And miss out on all the fun? Fuck that shit, homie I can still hold a gat. Let's go clip some Angel wings!" He had an Uzi. The Native guy who had given Little Joe a ride, was of Wabanaki ancestry, specifically, Abenaki and Mimac and scrawny as hell but he was mixed too and Paul could tell. "Oh I forgot to mention, Paul, this is the homie, Josh."

"What's up," Josh said, nodding. He had a Glock 40.

Vincent warned each of them to get a good distance from the clubhouse and away from the entrance. Finally he fired a shot from the Hunting Rifle he also had with him and he lit the fireworks up. They began to go off and exploded and before long the monster truck exploded catching a good part of the club house with it.

The blast was deafening and inside the club house, eight Angels and three Indian Clique members were killed instantly limbs blown in every direction from the explosion. Several more were injured as the firework were still going. As several tried to run out of the back, Paul, Chogan, Littlre Joe, Dawn, , Aila aimed at the other boxes on fireworks that Vince set up near the back entrance. They opened fire as the door was opened and the purple explosions started going off and the Angels were burned instantly coming out, an Angel with curly reddish brown long hair was caught on fire screaming as the fireworks burned him as well as his cut up scorching the AOD logo.

Paul still couldn't quite here just yet as his hearing hadn't returned but four Angels had left the back and were on the ground writing in pain as it licked away at their skin. Three Indian Clique members came running out armed with Handguns only to be mowed down by the four Red Warriors who owned the Felon. Two more Angels came out on armed with a Rigle the other with a shotgun and they came out firing but before they could get off too many shots, Chogan opened fire with his AK and Little Joe let off his Uzi tearing the two men to shreds as twenty rounds from Joe and twenty from the AK left the two bikers between a rock and a hard place. The two men collapsed onto each other, their bloodied denim vests shredded. Aila aimed at one of the Angels who was on the ground screaming in pain, his bloodied face still being eaten away by the fire. She fired her Rifle into his forehead putting him out of his misery.

Dawn fired her shotgun into the back of another Angel, a man who was half Caucasian and half African but had straight hair due to his mixture despite his dark skin. Theman may not have been killed instantly as the one Aila had shot but he at least was not conscious and he probably wasn't alove and would probably be gone after that. One of the RW members had been struck by one of the men that Chogan and Little Joe had shot, however, the man with the long hair. "Shit, they hit Junior!" Cried out Chogan as the man had fallen against the sidewalk with four rounds in his chest.

Just then, they heard automatic fire as a convoy of Angels started rolling through and several of them fired Sub Machine Guns from their bikes. They struck the overweight female gang member hitting her with nineteen rounds in the belly. She went down coughing up blood and the other two RW's from the Felon opened fire with their Handguns, each knocking off two Angels from their bikes but soon the male was hit in the forehead from six Uzi rounds and only the female in the red rag was left of the four. Chaska yelled, "Fuck you, Dead Beats! You don't want to fuck with us!" He fired his Remington striking a man on his right arm knocking him from his Zombie breaking his neck from the crash. Danyen yelled, "All right guys, if we're hitting that IC club house, now's the time! Before the Angels try and warn them!"

Dawn got ready to o and Paul grabbed her arm saying, "Hey, you be careful, okay?"

She kissed him and said, "I will," Little Joe grinned saying, "Did I miss something, home fry?" Paul told him, "Now aint the time, man,"

Little Joe's signature grin was wide his cheek bones seeming to levitate damn near to the sky as he grinned, "Hey, I never knew me getting jumped could bring people together. Good for you, cousin,"

Aila rolled her eyes but she continued firing upon the Angels reenforcements. They rode off in the truck that Chogan had brought while the rest would head back in Vincent's and any other seats that might be needed would be filled with the Felon that was now three seats empty. Paul fired at an Angel firing at him from across the street as the man had two Uzi's. Several of them had gotten off their bikes and were trying to flank the rez gangsters. Paul hit the guy with eleven rounds, five in the stomach, three in the left leg, one in the right, one in the right knee, one in the left foot. The man fell over coughing up blood and Paul felt a round graze his right wrist and he cried out in pain taking cover as another Angel fired at him. He fired blindly from cover behind a parked gray Merit on the street letting off twenty rounds and he saw several of them did hit the guy in the side wounding him. Vincent fired his M4 striking the already wounded Angel i the forehead blowing his brains out.

Kawisenhawe sprayed both Uzi's dropping one Angel with sixteen rounds in the back on the eastern side of the street opposite them and she sprayed thirteen rounds from the other and struck an Angel with a similiar weapon to her in the stomach dropping him instantly and as he fell to the ground a few more of her rounds struck him in the nose blowing it into several pieces the fragments hitting the ground as dark red sprayed like a geyser as he was now noseless. "Talk about a bloody nose!" She cried out.

Vincent yelled, "All right, I'd say that clubhouse is done! We should get a move on and catch up to the guys at the IC house! Everybody in!"

"Wait how far away is that house, anyway?" Asked Kawisenhawe. Paul answered her, "About five miles," As they drove, suddenly more Angels were on their ass. "Fuck! Paul toss more extreme machines out the back and shoot em, bro!" Paul turned to Aila, "Hey, you toss, I'll shoot, deal?" She nodded. She threw one out and he fired as soon as it hit the street and they started going off and it hit one of the Angel bikes causing it to explode and it also knocked a second one off his bike burning him up and as he lost skin he lost even more as he was scraped along the pavement.

The Angels returned fire upon the truck and hit one of the boxes igniting it. "OH FUCK! THROW THAT ONE, AILA!" Screamed Paul and she quickly did it as quick as she could and she took out three bikes blowing them up, the first, a six foot ten Caucasian male with a shaved head had both legs blown off as his Zombie exploded, the second lost his left hand and was knocked from the bike before it exploded but he hit the ground hard at a fast speed. The third was killed instantly by the debris.

As the Peyote rolled up alongside, Little Joe and Josh opened fire knocking an Angel off his bike as they did a drive-by to cover the truck. Chogan was in the car that the red bandanna girl was driving and he was firing his AK out the window and he destroyed the face of an Angel hitting him and sending him rolling off his bike. "FUCK ALL YOU DEAD BEAT FAGGOTS! NOBODY KICKS MY BROTHERS ASS BUT ME!"

Paul nodded for Aila to throw another box as now they had two Angels Of Death gang vans chasing them. Aila's threw one and he fired again and it landed on the hood of the first one and as he fired the fireworks distorted the drivers view as the frong of the van caught ablaze and the van crashed. Soon it exploded. "Last one!" Called Aila and she tossed it and he fired the rest of the magazine into it and it exploded taking the other Angel Burrito out in a blaze. "Now they're fucking firecrackers!" Yelled Chogan. Little Joe chuckled adding, "Naw, bro now they're fire crotches! I saw Aila catch a couple of dudes dicks on fire, bro! Won't be riding any bikes any time soon!"

They pulled up to the gang house where they saw Dawn, Chaska, Ray and Danyen shooting it out with the IC members. Four IC gang members already lay dead in front of the house and the remaining members were firinbg from inside the house with Shotguns and SMG's and pistols as the four made their advance. They pulled up as Chaska fired striking one of the gangsters in the window and he had to duck down to reload. "About time you guys showed up!"

Dawn hit one of the IC members, a man with a buzz cut with a shot to the throat. The gang member was dead before he hit the floor. "Fuck your hood!" Yelled Ray as he spent the 30 round magazine dropping two IC members, one, with fourteen rounds in the chest and stomach, and the next with ten rounds, five in the throat, four in the chest and once in the head. They finally made their way in, kicking the door down and Kawisenhawe came in spraying both of her Uzi's dropping three IC members riddling them with rounds. Danyen also saw one come out of a bedroom firing a 20 gauge but he cut him down with twenty-one rounds before the man could shoot the Broker Mohawk woman.

Chaska spotted something on the table. "Jackpot! I was just here to kill these lames but it looks like it's Christmas time! Where did these IC bums come across weight like this?!" There were ten bricks of meth. "Don't know, don't care. Grab it, man. We gotta get the fuck outta here!"

Vincent checked the truck they had taken that had belonged to Chogan and saw that they hadn't used the one box of fireworks they'd been given to use on the house. "P, shoot that so we can finish this house off and get outta here!" Paul put it inside as Aila and Dawn covered him but it seemed more IC gang members arrived to try and stop the Red Warriors who were shooting up their drug house. Aila dropped one of them with twelve rounds in the groin and legs, Chogan emptied a magazine into two of them and Little Joe also sprayed them up as did Josh who emptied his magazine into two gang bangers wounding one and killing the other.

"Fuck the Weekend Warriors!" Screamed an Indian Clique member. "You pussies are nothing but IC rollouts! Fuck your rez, bitch!" As he fired a .45 and he hit Chogan with one round in the left arm and once in the left hip. The female with the red bandanna had emptied her mag but had one in the chamber. She fired striking the rival between the eyes. Finally, the house started to go up as Paul fired from a fresh mag into it. They all started to get out of there in their respectve vehicles. Danyen and Vincent as well as Ray and Chaska finished the remaining IC members. Soon they were all on the road looking to get the fuck outta there. As they started to head towards the freeway they could hear sirens.

As they got back to the rez, they started to have a party but luckily no drugs, just alcohol, and weed. Chaska approached Paul, "Hey bro I got a question for you. You fuck Dawn?"

He sighed. "Is that what Little Joe told you?"

"Hey man, it's no sweat if you are, bro. She's got her issues but...she's a good girl, man. She's been screwed over by a lot of dudes in her life. I mean me, I'm not the commitment type but I've kept her company some lonely nights. I've got my own demons, ya know? Anyway, just don't use her if that's what you're thinking of doing cause she's real fragile."

"I appreciate your concern for her, man but you got nothing to worry about from me. I'm not a player. But if you are worried why don't all you guys encourage her to not huff or do blow or any of that bullshit anymore? Try and encourage her not to drink? It means nothing coming from me cause I'm sober but if you tell her, maybe she'll listen."

"You know, I heard about you trying to get the homegirls to stop using. That's cool, dude. I respect that. Look at first I thought yo were crazy for that but you earned my respect, skin. Thing is, I know I shouldn't be drinking or huffing gas or paint either. Like I said I got a lot of demons myself but...I'm trying too. I used to do meth ya know. I kicked that shit. It was hard but I did it. Just cause I don't quit cold turkey doesn't mean I never will. Anyway, you're wrong about one thing. It won't mean more coming from me. From me I'll just come of hypocritical. But you always been straight edge as far as that goes. They may mock it sometimes but they wish they could do it. And I wish I could myself. And I will eventually. It's just...rez life is shitty."

"Hey, I know, C but we gotta stop destroyin each other and destroying ourselves,"

"Look, I know you're on that Red Power kick, same as Danyen and Vincent. A lot of you Mohawk fuckers are like that. Light skinned, mixed, assimilated but you guys still fight and you still believe. But a lot of us Sioux and Cree, rez and city life makres a lot of us want to give up. The Oyate rez's south of the border are even worse for us. You should see what Cedar Ridge is like. It's a wasteland. Anyway, the thing is, same kind of bullshit down there. You got rez dogs representing Ballas and Families for fucks sake. Not even being original. But I know a few guys who rep Warrior down there. I recruited some of em to try and end that shit on the rez. But up here I feel like an asshole cause..we started out to defend our people in prison but we ended up fighting IC. You didn't want to kill them and neither did Danyen and Vince but they aint R Dubs like you. But even you feel that way except when you gotta fight you fight. I want to see our people do better too but sometimes you just gotta fight."

"I guess you're right. Listen, I respect the hell outta you, man. Don't have those douchebags we killed earlier have you thinking every Lakota will have a problem with you man cause I know you said me and you et along cause I'm Nakota not Lakota but that aint fair, dude. I got a homeboy down in South Yankton, hell he's a better man than me he comes from all that impoverished bullshit but he aint a user. I aint seen him in a while though I heard he lit out for the south cause the rez doesn't got much opportunity. Aint sure the south does either. You would have liked him. Anyway, that's all I'm saying. You and m me we're brothers. Fuck IC. Until they can ditch their biker butt buddies."

He patted Paul on the shoulder saying, "And hey, if you can get Dawn and Aila to not even drink anymore, I'll be gratreful for it cause I've seen homegirls OD too, not just homeboys. You hear what I'm saying to you?"

"Yeah," Paul said. "I do."

One Hour Later

A Caucasian male in his early 40's with dark brown hair a brown beard that was graying and brown eyes sat in his living room with several Angels Of Death. He was the chapter president of Teranto. He saw the news that the clubhouse had been destroyed. "Who the hell do the Warriors think they are?!" He growled. His name was Lucian "Lucifer" Delarue. Just then, his Treasurer, Gabriel Dubois, a Caucasian with light brown curly hair and gray eyes in his mid thirties with a darker beard picked up his cell phone. He had a French Canadian accent. "Hello?"

The man cursed in French as he spoke on the cell then he quickly got off and said, " Indian Clique has been hit too. Their house on 31st was blown up."

"Wait just a goddamn minute, Gabe. Aint that the same house that was where they keep the ice? The ice I supplied them with?"

The biker gang member nodded. "I think so. It looks like it was either lost when the house went up or the RW's may have stolen it."

"Damn it, Lucian, this is why we can't do business with fucking Indians. Can't trust the friendly ones to safeguard it from the hostile ones," Said Michael Snowden, Lucifer's Sgt At Arms. "No, let's not go rushing to any judgements here. Gabe, you're friendly with some of the IC boys, right? The younger generation, I mean. Meanwhile, I want to talk to Jason Hollister. He's the one in charge of the kids who ran that dope house. It's up to him to try and get it back."

"That's who I just got off the phone with," Gabe told him. "He suspects that the Warriors are slinging his meth as we speak. He wants to retaliate."

"Well, let's let him do that. Let him send a few of his boys out to where the Warriors lay their heads and have them take care of a few of them just to send a message. Let's let the rez gangs kill each other for a bit. We are going to sit back and wait. As much as I want to take these sorry assholes outside and fuck them in the street, they'd see that coming. We already took too heavy of a loss. If the IC wants to send their soldiers to jail I won't stop them. It lets the Warriors know they can't disrespect either of us. Meanwhile, I want you to try and find out who's running it this time. Stony's locked up and we dealt with that asshole from Moose Bay that used to run it."

Meanwhile

Chaska and Dawn were driving to the corner store to get something to drink. "I'm gonna get some beer. You want anything?"

She shook her head. "I'm quitting. You should too."

"That Mohawk dude really got under your skin, enit? Is what Joe said true?" She chuckled, "Joe is a loud mouth. Nothing haoppened and even if it did, it's not your business..."

"Hey, whatever, you know? I'm not jealous or anything. I'm actually happy for you,"

"Paul's a nice guy but we're friends you know? Anyway you really shouldn't drink. I don't want to see you drink and then drive,"

"How very nice of you to care. Look, all right, what about a soda? Water? Look, I won't get anything to drink...maybe nothing alcoholi but I am gonna play the lotto," She smiled but rolled her eyes. "You're wasting your time, bro. You know the odds of winning that thing?" She went in and go a bottle of orange juice. He bought a pack of Redwoods and a scratch ticket. He began to go outside to scratch off the numbers as Dawn paid the clerk. He read off the numbers. "Come on, baby..."

Just then, a dark blue Sultan pulled up and the window rolled down. A man pointed a .50 Desert Eagle out the window. "IC for life, motherfucker! WK!" A First Nations man was behind the trigger and he pulled it once striking Chaska in the chest. Chaska staggered back falling over his breathing labored as he bled out. Dawn saw what happened and she cried out, "No!" She retrieved her VP70 from her purse and came running out of the store as the gangster who shot him rummaged through his pockets. He saw her and fired at her and two shots went into the store and he took the lotto ticket from the fallen RW member. Dawn came out of the store firing at them as they sped up the street. The driver also fired at her, firing a 9mm from the driver window. She took cover behind Chaska's ride but fired blindly from the side. The store owner, a Cree man also came out firing a shotgun and he blew their back lights out and flattened one of their tires as they rounded the corner tearing out of there.

Dawn rushed to Chaska's side as he'd been coughing weakly but now he was non responsive. "No! Chaska! Hold on!" She cried trying to get him to respond. The store owner called the police. He looked on the ground for the bullet casings Dawn had fired off and he said, "Give me the gun. I'm the onmly one between us who has a ermit to carry. I'll cover for you this once..."

She reluctantly handed it over as she cried over the fallen friend. "Chaska...I'm so sorry!"

"When are you going to realize this gang shit is detrimental to your health? Just go. But let this be a lesson to you," The guy said. "I feel more sorry for girls in gangs. You were never here, understand me?"

She left still crying and she was afraid to walk home as she was a mile from there and now didn't have her gun on her. She thought of Paul.

"Mistahi nimihtâtên êkâ ôta ê-ayâyan..." She said in a shaky breath. She wished he was there to comfort her and and she wished Chaska was just here at all instead of laying there lifeless.

(I very much regret that you are not here.)

Violent Duct

It had been a minute since he'd dropped into Strawberry to see how things wre. He saw Lamar and Lil King out front talking to a couple of Family members but they weren't anybody he recognized. One of them had to be in his 40's. He was a light skinned black guy with cornrows wearing a dark blue green plaid shirt and black dickies. The next was a younger man of about Paul's age, wearing a gray Dust Devils jersey with blue baggy jeans and a gray Dust Devils hat on backwards. He had a dark complexion and a goatee as well as dark eyes and stood about 5'11. The third was darker skinned than all of them and he had a white t shirt saggy blue gray jeans a shaved head and a gold Crowex watch. He was 5'10.

"Hey what up, Redwood? These my niggas from Davis, man. You already met H Bomb and Sway. This Devil Loc right here. This nigga been putting in work for the turf since before nine deuce you feel me?" He beckoned to the light skinned guy with the cornrows. "That there's Lil Banks."

Lil Banks was the one with the Dust Devils gear. "Whassup," Stated the gangster as he smoked on a loose. "And that's Banks with a dollar sign, fool. Not no S," He held up his right arm to reveal a dollar sign tattoo and said, "I'm bout it. Been bout it since I was a BG. That's why they call me that. But if you want me to be a hundred, I should really be called Big Banks."

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"Fool shut up the only reason niggas call you that is cause your real name is Terrance Cash. You aint no hustler. Cause if you was you wouldn't still be out here."

Lamar introduced the darker skinned g in the white t. "And that's my homie Flash," The gangster was back on his cell phone and didn't look up but gave a wave of the hand s acknowledgement. "You the motherfucker that shot Leondre in his ear?" Paul looked at Lamar and then back at him and said, "No."

"Bullshit, nigga, you know you did that shit," Said Lil Banks. Lil King agreed. "Yeah I mean he came through and got me and Note up outta there but I aint seen shit."

"Yeah he probablt did do it if it's the Redwood I heard about," Stated Flash even as he texted. "You know a motherfucker might have did some shit if they donb't answer you but if a he say he did it he probably lying either that or he's stupid trying to catch a case. Niggas be snitching around here all the goddamn time. You would think they be scared of getting they crib sprayed but they willing to take that chance."

"Well I told you no," Paul said. "So what does that tell you?" Devil answered that taking a puff on the spliff he had before stomping it out. "It means you probably still did do it. But if you aint said shit one time won't know shit. That and if you aint leave no fingerprints and shit behind. But if it wasn't you that was doing that, it would have had to be a CGF boy, an Azteca or Sway or Bomb only I know them two would have domed Leondre and so would any Ass Taker. They aint trying to take chances. Somebody who would only take a motherfucker's ear off. That's wanting to send a message."

Lamar beckoned gor Paul to follow him inside. Gerald stood in the doorway blocking them both. "Eh fool, I got a stick up for you if you interested. The Lost selling yayo down at Mission Row by the Unicorn, and we are talking weight. I can move this stuff if you can get the right discount, you know what I mean. Bring the package round to my spot, I'll hook you up, if you caught and they sweat you, you don't know me."

He then shut the door. "Hey G! Get back out here, dog! You still aint paid me on my last lick with dude, man!" The door slammed shut and Lamar opened the barred up screen door and tried the handle but it was locked. "Nigga, I know you didn't just lock me out!"

Lil King was checking his Bleeter as the conversation about OCB went on but he said, "I feel that but then what's the message they was trying to leave? Murking a Cum Stain OG seems like a better message than taking a niggas ear,"

"Yeah, who you think you is, cuz? Motherfucking BJ Smith biting niggas ears off and shit?"

Just then they saw Gerald go into his apartment and Lamar said, "Hey I gotta get at ya'll later, dog. i gotta make that paper and G still owes me my commission. Yo Gerald!" King walked forward saying, "Yup I'm there too. Whatever he doing, I'm taking a piece."

"Hey you still owe me a hundred dollars my nigga did you forget about that?" Asked Flash. "Naw it aint like that, g. I got my niggas posted on Forum but the clucks aint out for feeding time."

"Oh we gonna have a problem, partna? I want my money," Said Flash in a menacing tone. "Hey chill we supposed to be boys, man you gonna sweat me over some shit you know I'm good for?"

"It aint about that, King. It's principal. I give your ass a pass next thing I know these ho's out there front of the liqour store is gona pull that janky shit next. I aint having it."

"So what you trying to head up?" Lil King asked. "I don't need to head up. I got this," Flash revealed his tucked up Browning HP. "For real? You want to take it there? That aint a road you can come back from."

Devil told them, "Both of ya'll niggas cut that bullshit enemy's the Ballas and the Ese's not each other."

Paul overheard the argument and said, "Well I got a way we can resolve this without bloodshed. Or at least without any Family bloodshed. King, you up for a drive?"

"Yeah," Flash asked, "Hey where you going, King? We aint done here, nigga!" Paul told him, "Just hang out here. Have a brew, fuck some Chamberlain hoochies,do whatever. We're gonna go get the money he owes you. But only what he owes."

They climbed into a stolen black Buffalo Bravado. Flash turned to Lil Banks. "See that's what I like to hear."

Lil Banks called, "Hey hold up, loc! Can I roll with ya?" Paul turned and said, "Ask Lamar. Aint up to me," Lamar said, "Yeah, you can hop in and if you want some of this cheese cool but you aint getting nothing outta my cut cause that nigga Gerald gonna pay me what he owe. Or I'ma put some hot ones up in his melon."

"Why? You that mad at him?" Lamar told him, "I consider myself a patient mothafucka but not when I'm owed. And the way I look at it, you getting paid, I'm still owed my commision, and motherfucking King owes niggas too. Damn. Consider yourself lucky you not only getting pizaid but you also aint oweing nobody."

"First off, the reason I get paid is I'm running around doing errands for that introvert asshole. Second, I'm not that far from anti social myself so I almost know where he's coming from I just can't be silent the way he is. At least not when dealing with bullshit. And third, you say I'm getting paid but if anything I'm underpaid. I do jobs for G when I need some quick cash but in reality he pays like shit. You want real money, you need to start talking to Martin Madrazo. Or Lester Crest. Gerald, and even that guy Simeon you work for, they're small time."

"Maybe but Simeon do be funny though," Paul replied, "I guess our definitions of what funny is different. To me he's just a whiny bald asshole with poor taste in clothing. And prett terrible taste in cars. He's an idiot in just about every way I can think of except for the reposessions of dead beats. All though if he keeps reposessing from gang bangers that's gonna bite him in the ass."

"Yeah but that's why he's got niggas like me and my boy Frank to deal with shit like that. Anyway, you probably right about the payoff cause I aint done a run for him in a while but still I'm the one brought you to him, right? If anything I deserve a finders fee. I aint asking it to come out your pockets but it should from his cause I know what you been doing for that fat ass nigga and he wouldn't even be sitting on any of those birds if it wasn't for you and some of the other outta town freelancers he got running around the streets for him."

Lil Banks replied, "You know, we could always run up in that nigga's spot and jack his ass for everything he's worth. You can't tell me he done moved all the weight he got up in there. Plus you CGF dudes get your work from him anyway. I understand everybody gotta eat but I know G aint cartel connected or nathin like that. Not like Devil. Hell not even like Marvin from over in Carson."

"Hey we can't be doing that," Lil King stated. "Cause I may be from outta town myself but I know the game and I respect the game. Everybody in the hood aint killas. Some are just hustlers. It's easy for people to say Gerald aint really Families just cause he aint greened out or he aint out putting in work but some niggas are born to hustle not kill. Me I do a lil bith of both but G's strictly yayo nigga. He aint living up in the Hills like Martin Madrazo but that's cause one time be all up his ass if he was. Shit, you see them fools from the Berry that did get up out the hood from hustling and look what happen they get found out by IRS. Only a matter of time before they get these cartel bustas too. You think G aint smart but I watch him. He play it smart he don't be flashing money like rappers. He keep it low profile like a slum lord."

Paul asked as they drove, "Well have any of you done any stock exchange? That's a good way to earn some money too. Let's say you got some money you don't got any plans for."

"Man I aint tryna hear that. I barely even trust the bank with my shit, g./ I keep my shit up under my matress you can't trust banks no way and I sure as hell don't trust stock brokers. Got me fucked up," Said Lil Banks. "They'll rob your ass blind. Maybe you Liberty City motherfuckers down with that shit but I aint with it."

"Why not? All the serious players know that's where to go. Yeah you can lose money but you gotta spend money to make money anyway. How many times has your product gotten lost when the cops raid your stash? You don't consider that pissing your bank roll down the drain too just as much? It's kinda like playing the lottery. Do you play the lottery?"

All three Families members chimed in with variations of yes. "Okay well that's the thing. Your odds of getting a winning ticket is low. With stock exchanges it's like a lottery you have a bigger chance of winning and sure, you lose money but it's not like you'd complain when you win, is it? Plus if it's just a little extra bit of money, that you don't even really need who cares if you lose it?"

"I need it," Lil King said. "Shit even if I had a million it woudn't be enough you feel me I'm hungry and the thing about that is the way it is now a million aint even really all that much now. Cost of living's higher now than it was back in the day probably be more in ten years. I feel like you need at least 12 million to really be set for life. I mean Pac made 12 million a year see that's money. You can retire early with that shit."

"You can retire early with a million and much less than that if you invest right. A little think called interest, dude."

"Yeah about that," Lil Banks said. "I aint tripping on you or nothing but Flash is prolly gonna ask you for interest I'm just telling you straight up. You are a few days late my nig..."

"You gotta be kidding me , right? This nigga's talking about money we won't even miss well what about Flash this nigga acting like 100 dollars is all he got to his name you know damn well he aint hurting. That's chump change to him I know any day of the week he's good for a grand or two a day. He makes the kind of scratch on the corners the girls do at Vanilla Unicorn and he's sweating me?"

"We're here."

They pulled up to under the bridge where usually homeless vagrants and occasionally, Ballas would sling to them. Today, however there were Lost MC members and he also saw some silouttes of who he could only assume were the people buying from them. Lamar handed out weapons. For himself he had an M3 shotgun with a silencer on it. For Lil King, two Uzi's, for Lil Banks, an M4, and Paul was given an AK-74. "Man, why you got me carrying this weak ass heat?"

Lamar told him, "You get what you get, dog. You earned stripes in the hood and you get respect but at the end of the day you still a BG."

"Man that's fucked up, homie. Red here only got a few years on me and Lil Banks that nigga can;t even go in a liqour store yet. Plus he aint even from the Hills or Stawberry."

"Neither are you, fool," Stated Banks. "You from the south my nigga. Now maybe one day we can wash that moonshine stank out ya ass if you keep it hood around here cause after all the original big homie came from Treeport but he was made real out here."

"Why you gotta hate on the south? You aint been there," Stated Lil King. "I aint been to Syria either to know I'd hate it. Truth is, niggas down there reject you if you leave. In San Andreas, you could be born even raidsed somewhere else if you move here and get with the way shit is oit here. We're more open than people down there. Besides it aint like it goes that way the other way. Aint like you considered southern if you move there you could get on board with the culture down there and they still see you as an outsider. Fuck all that southern hospitality bullshit. In truth, niggas down there stuck up like a motherfucker. You aight King but if I ever catch one of them New Arcadia niggas out here with that accent they're getting lit up."

"Hey but wasn't your family slaves down south? Most niggas trace their roots back there."

"Not me, homie. My people came here in the 1600's to New Hampshire."

"Shut up," Paul told him, "We gotta keep our eyes on the prize."

They moved across the street and Paul fired his AK striking a Lost MC member of a Caucasian descent with curly blonde hair and blue eyes and he took five rounds in the chest and he fell over coughing up blood. The next gang member opened fire with a Glock 17 and tried to shoot Paul but Lamar was already letting the shotgun blast off at the ganhg member. He struck him in the left knee and the next blast also hit him in the right knee and he fell over with both knees blown out. They hurried to cover behind the pillars as both the Lost MC members and their buyers started firing back. Paul didn't get a look at the color of clothing one of them wore but he saw one of them was Chicano.

The Lost members retreated to their vans while the buyers grabbed stronger artillery from their cars. Soon, they had Paul and the others outmanned and outgunned when initially they only had them outmanned. Paul struck one of the buyers who fired a Mac-10 from behind cover hitting the man in the right arm. As the man came out falling out of cover with a gaping hole in his arm, Paul struck him with a burst to the face. The man had light brown skin, brown hair cut in a crew cut. He wore a gray and black plaid shirt and blue jeans but he noticed the tattoo on his other arm. It said Jamestown St. Vagos? He pondered. Why the hell would the gang that has connections south of the border need to buy blow off hillbilly bikers?

An African American Lost member fired at Lamar who took cover behind a yellow Peyote. Lil Banks wasted no time firing his Carbine and he struck the biker in the right eye killing him instantly. "Fuck a bike, cuz! That shit aint hood! Ole oreo ass mark!"

Lil King saw three Lost MC members coming from near the gang burrito and two Vagos. The first Lost member was half Chinese and half Scottish with light skin but still Asiatic eyes and he had a thick beard. He looked more white than Asian. He carried an AK-47. The second Lost member was a red haired Caucasian male only he'd shaved his head but his beard gave off the indication of what he had been. He had ice blue eyes. The third was also a white male with spiky blonde hair and who was clean shaven and frankly looked too soft to be a biker. The two Vagos consisted of a Chicano standing at 5'9 with medium brown skin and black hair and gold colored eyes while the second was a Guatemalan male standing at 5'2. King struck the first biker in his overweight gut hitting him with six rounds which went into his large intestine.

The second biker was struck in the center of the forehead as well as part of his scalp as Lil King unloaded on him. The third took six rounds into his left thigh and as he fell he took three more in the waist and two more in the left hip. The first Vago was struck six times in the face and killed instantly. The last one fired but tried to retreat however as King sprayed wildly the last of the rounds from both SMG's, he hit the gang member in the back with multiple rounds and as the man tried to cry out which omnly sounded off as a failed choked out groan, he smacked his face on one of the pillars. So if the gunshots hadn't killed him, the trauma to his head would. And even if he was alive, it wouldn't be for long seeing as he would be unconscious with entrance wounds in the back and exit wounds in his chest.

He had to reload but as he did he caught a bullet in the side of his hip which just grazed him but he cried out. Paul, having just reloaded after spending his magazine at several bikers in cover, fired and struck the shooter, a Vago carrying a Beretta M93R, in the chest. The rounds went into his spine. Lil Banks unloaded his magazine dropping two Vagos and one Lost gangster. Paul spotted the cocaine key. He grabbed it up and Lamar, who fired his M3 into the temple of a Vago blasting the top half of his skull all over the pillar and bits of the chunks of his brains also landed in the fire inside a pit that was normally used for keeping bums warm. Lamar unloaded two more shots before having to reload again and the first shot only wounded a tall biker of about six foot six and he hit him in the right knee and thigh. The second biker was hit with the second shot in the stomach.

Lamar found another key. Banks found a third. "Aight let's get up outta here, pimp! I aint waiting for the rollers!" Cried Lamar. They got into the car and sped off. They high tailed it to Chamberlain Hills. "What the fuck were Vagos doing at a deal with the Lost MC? I thought they don't even get along at this point?"

"Hell I don't know, motherfucker maybe they're still saying fuck any beef just to get the pay day! Wouldn't be the first time somebody put mony over beef!" Lil King said, "Yeah but why the Ese's gotta go to the white boys for a cocaine connect what's that shit about?"

"Exactly," Paul said. "Should be the other way around," Lamar shrugged. "Vagos got ties to south of the border that's true but maybe the feds is sweating their boys in the cartel so they can't be seen meeting with no amigos down south. Maybe this is just a way to throw the pigs off. Don't matter, nigga they're all dead!"

"Yeah word. Fuck the Va Ho's," Agreed Lil Banks. "Only thing I don't get is why the fuck there weren't Ballas at the spot. You know they wouldn't be cool with Vagos or bikers doing deals on their turf."

"Yeah that's a good point," Redwood stated. "Maybe it's not a Baller spot anymore. Or maybe just for today, fort the same reasons we think the Vagos are staying clear of the cartel, the Ballas are staying away from that spot too. Maybe there was a bust. Or maybe the Vagos cleared them out."

"Probably," Said Lamar. "I know the Lost aint the ones that got them up outta there. Vagos can try and run us off the block cause they got the numbers but the Lost aint never gonna try no shit like that in the hood. Even if they had as many heads as the Families, no matter how hard they think they is, they'll never try and muscle in on a South Central clique. Cause they can't even come south of downtown like that and normally we wouldn't get caught up in Vinewood either but if they show out we'll burn that clubhouse down."

"I'm pretty sure you'd stick out like a sore thumb in East Vinewood, L. Hell even I would and I'm not from this city. I think you're right that the Lost wouldn't come to the hood to start shit with the Families or Ballas but don't get carried away. Cops would pull you over in a heart beat and it'd be them you need to worry about. Not the Lost."

"Hell yeah! Biggest gang in the city. Here I thought NAPD were the worst motherfucking pigs in the country but LS cops?" Lil King whistled. "They're something else. After that bullshit back in the 90's with the rap game plus being tied to the Ballas I'm surprised anybody sees those motherfuckers as heroe, mayne!"

"Yup. Isn't that shit funny? Waston has had the least amount of police shooting unarmed people while LS has the most. Question is as far as runer ups go is New Arcadia closer to LS or Waston in corruption?"

"LS. No question,"

"Well," Paul said. "Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Maybe none of this this even has to fall back on us. That's a known Baller hangout. There's a shit load of dead vagos and Lost MC. If the cops, or the bikers and cholos need somebody to blame, the most obvious would be them."

"True. They won't really know anything different anyway cause we didn't take any losses this time."

They pulled up to the projects. Gerald came out and they tossed him the bricks. Paul walked up and said, "Hey we expect fair compensation for a fair day's pay, pal. Lamar didn't even get his comission last time."

Gerald grunted and went in without a word. However when each of them checked later, they each found they had 9 grand in their accounts as a result of the job. Lil King paid Flash what he owed and he said, "Now you can get up off my dick," Flash was friendly again and he said, "Yo Banks what's say you let me get some of that shit, partna?"

"Fuck you, nigga I don't owe you money. Only nigga seeing any of this is D Loc."

"Man, you a hater."

"Yeah I'm a hater cause I don't got a gambling problem and I aint dumb enough to borrow any?"

Just then, Lil King spotted a dark skinned Ethiopian American woman with neck length hair and a black blouse and short blue jeans shorts. "Who is that?" He asked. "I don't know. Aint from around here. And if she is she aint from the hood. Prolly headed to the swap meet,"

Lil King walked up to her and Flash yelled, "Hey it aint worth it! Don't be fucking with them East African hoochies! Keep it West Side my nig! Those bitches got too much Arab in them."

King ignored it as he was looking not only at the woman's legs but her ass. Lamar chuckled. "That's my dog...get that ass."

Ivan

Valkarie

They were getting dressed for their next setup. Paul wore heavy combat clothing all black and a ski mask. Ivan wore a black suit an a ski mask. Neto and Mai wore the same as Paul. Neto got into the dark blue Glendale, Paul got into his dark blue Dominator, Ivan got into his Cheetah and Mai got in her Kuruma. Agent 14 sounded in their ears as usual. "Alright. You on your way to the LS Naval Port? I'm monitoring closed channels, so I'll et you know if there's a problem on the horizon. Get the chopper and get out. That's the order of the day," He said as Paul went down Palamino Ave.

"You can approach Merryweather's position from the frnt or the back. By land or sea or air or from both directions.

"Missionary or doggy, eh? All right. Doggy it is," Neto said. "Which one of you wants missionary which wants anal and who wants oral?" Mai scoffed, "Dude, you're disgusting. You've been hanging around that pervert Trevor again, haven't you?"

"No, mija, I was strictly asking who's going in fron the front who's going in by air and who's going in by sea," Ivan chuckled. "Sure you were, Mr. Death. Sure you were."

"Well, Cucuy, what's it going to be?" Ivan said, "I guess I will approach from the sea. I'm going to take a little shortcut to get there but I will meet you all there."

Paul put the radio to West Coast Classics and the song Just To Let You Know by Eazy E. Neto in his car was listeng to Baila Esta Cumbia by Selena Quintanilla on East Los FM . Mai was listening to Good Times Bad Times by Led Zeppelin on Los Santos Rock and Ivan was listening to Bonzo Goes To Bitburg by The Ramones on Channel X.

Before long they were all arriving. "Okay, remember hey know the warehouse better than you. They know the hiding spots. Watch your sixes. Watch your threes. Keep it two by two. Over."

Ivan was ready with his H&K PSG 1. He kept a watch on the main gate. The rest of them parked their rides and they each got into Mai's Kuruma. Paul had an MP5 across his lap plus three grenades on his belt and a Striker strapped around his back. Neto had an AK-74 with a grenade launcher mounted on it. Mai had an M4A1 with a scope.

Ivan told Mai, "Just drive straight. I'm going to shoot from the car since it's armored," In the days that had gone by, Mai had seen to that, upgrading her vehicle in such a way. "You sure you can hit them at that distance from this speed?"

"I've been around the block a few times. Yes I can hit them."

She shrugged. "You're the boss," She drove for them and they didn't seem to notice until it was too late. He picked off the first Merryweather guard, a muscular Caucasian male with reddish brown hair with a head shot obliterating his skull. He made short work of the other man with a shot to the throat. A Merryweather jeep was coming up the road so Mai brought the car forward for cover as Paul and Neto got out and began advancing as did Ivan the three men engaging the newcoming mercenaries.

Neto took out one of the men firing at the man's chest going through the passengers armor while the driver was driving towards him anmd Paul. "He's gonna ram us!" Called Neto. Ivan aimed the scope at the windshield and pulled the trigger and watched it turn red. "No," Ivan said. "He isn't."

Paul ran to cover behind the car. Ivan took another shot and hit a Merryweather soldier, this one was Africa American and the shot went through his chest. "You're all just government thugs!" Yelled Ivan. "Now the 99% have guns, assholes!" Ivan picked off a soldier behind a barricade and he saw a second one firing at Paul as Mai drove forward but Paul let his MP5 ring out and he hit the muscular Caucasian Merryweather merc in both legs and the stomach and the man fell over. "I should have gotten a better automatic!" Remarked the rez hitman. "It's a little too late for that now!" Mai said. "We go in with what we got!"

"Chale, cabrona! Oso, you want to get a better cuete than the Heckler and Cock, then you can always do what I used to do. Scavenge. Take the armas off their cuerpos, homie! Good rule of war. You aren't out of ammo while your slain enemies lay there with a full magazine in his Rifle. The Americanos and the Japanese both knew that at Iwo Jima, fool!"

Ivan took several rounds as the Merryweather agents were returning fire and Mai put the car in reverse as Neto and Paul were getting into cover but not before Neto dropped one of the guards. "I'm taking fire!" Ivan cried as a round grazed his elbow while several more hit him in the chest and back and he scrambled to the cover of the car. Mai yelled, "We got a chopper, inbound!" It was coming from across the railroad and was started to fire a volley at them. Mai popped the trunk yelling, "Boogeyman! We got a SA-7 Grail!"

Paul grabbed the launcher instead saying, "I's been showing me how to use some of the weapons he's used. I got this!" Neto called out, "Oso, you sure?" Paul zeroed in on the chopper waiting for it and then said, "Locked!" He fired the heat seeking missile and it knocked the chopper out of the sky and exploded as it hit the ground. Neto, meanwhile, engaged the enemy from behind the car firing at Merryweather guards from behind the fence. He struck three of them before reloading but they just kept coming.

"Fuck all you putasos! Go smile for the camera at Soldier Of Fortune, putos!" Neto hollered before he fired off a grenade sending two more Merryweather guards, one African American, one Mexican American, flying. Mai pulled the car forward about a hundred yards. "Fuck, another goddamn chopper!" Paul cried running with the launcher screaming, "I need another missile!" He took a few rounds in the chest just as he got to cover behind the car. He loaded it up and fired to the east just as the second chopper was whirling around. Luckily he hit it on point just like Ivan had taught him. A man fired on Neto from behind a jeep and he struck Neto with multiple rounds but Ivan made short work of him putting a round in his left eye.

Another guard fired on Ivan near the water but Paul took care of him firing the rest of his magazine from his MP5. He reloaded and Mai pulled the car forward again. "You could get out and help, ya know!" Neto cried. "Sorry hon. I aint getting paid on this one so the best I can do is pull the car forward as needed and give each of you protection from that. But until the actual job I'm not getting paid so I'm not doing the heavy lifting. Sorry."

"Cono!" He yelled back. "That's all right, I'll remember that when I sponsor one! I aint doing shit but kicking my feet up!" Mai smiled, "I look forward to that."

"There's people by the containers!" Paul alerted Ivan as he reloaded his Sniper Rifle. "I'm on it," The Russian mobster replied zooming towards one. He clipped one of the men in the side of the face. He spotted another near a jeep and he dropped him with a shot to the neck severing his spine. Paul tossed the MP5 back into Mai's trunk and looted one of the Rifles off of one of the Merryweather corpses, just as Santa Muerte suggested. It was te same kind of Rifle as Mai. He fired striking another Merryweather goon with ten rounds in the stomach and ten in the chest as the man came at them from the water. Mai rolled the window down in her car and periodically leaned her Rifle out to fire at the advancing Merryweather goons. She struck one of them, a Caucasian male in the chest and face, six in the face, five in the chest. "Fuck the government!" Yelled Paul.

Mai then pulled the car forward again and the three men ran after it. Ivan had eyes on a helicopter but it was not the one they were after. The alarm was sounding off but that was normal. Ivan zoomed in with the scope picking off two more Merryweather guards that were inside the warehouse. Ivan ran around to the right side of the warehouse to check for more guards but Neto and Paul were already ambushing the warehouse. They made their way about halfway in exchanging rounds with Merryweather. Mai finally got out and started helping and she picked off a mercenary from fifty yards with a head shot. They got in closer and Ivan zoomed in on a Merryweather guard at the far side of the warehouse putting a round through his windpipe. Neto fired another grenade off destroying four Merryweather goons behind a jeep. Their limbs flew all over the warehouse, and it was impossible to tell who's was who's and while three of four of them were killed instantly the fourth was still screaming as the flames ate at his flesh like arsenic. Neto finished him with a burst of 7.72 rounds to the face.

"Killing government death squads? I'd do this shit for free but to get paid for it? That's living, baby!" Cried Neto as he fired striking a Merryweather goon across the way of German American descent striking him in the chest. The man did fall as his right lung collapsed from the trauma. Agent 14 sounded off again, "Merryweather's channel's blowing up. I'll take that to mean you've made contact."

"Who us? Never! We're just sitting here having a friendly conversation about the topic of globalism and the free market trade!" Ivan cracked. He spotted another Merryweather agent went across his line of sight and he pulled the trigger as the man came from cover and he saw the man fall over. They made it towards the other side of the warehouse and five Merryweather soldiers fired at Mai and Paul lobbed a grenade at them spitting the pin from his teeth. They went up with their jeep and four were killed outright including one man who lost his head in the explosion while the fifth was going into shock as he had lost a leg and was going into shock. "The fuck, you trying to one up me, carnalito? Not cool!" Santa Muerte cried as Paul finished the last of the five with a blast from his Striker to the face obliterating the man's skull structure.

"I see the chopper!" Cried Mai. She emptied her magazine at a Merryweather agent and reloaded. They finally made it to the chopper and Ivan was the one who would be driving it. Neto told each of them, "Mirate! I called a tow truck to come down to the port and get our caruchas outta here! We don't want LSPD or these fuckers getting a hold of our shit!"

"You're going to have to pay them either way so what would it matter if the Davis impound got it?" Asked Paul. Neto replied, "Because let's just say the people who are going to be towing our shit outta here are junkies and they'll gladly take a payoff in white instead of green. They even got some fool from their neighborhood who could get our cars out of the Impound Lot for free if I asked this bitch to."

They were soon taking off and Agent 14 sounded off saying, "They've dispatched air units. Point and pull the triggers you cannot bring the bogeys back to us. "That bird's got a beak and talons but not many feathers if you get me? It's well armed with barely any armor. Pilot, keep the helos at a distance. Gunners, make your shots count."

Neto began to fire at an attack chopper and he struck two of the Merryweather goons on it outright yelling, "WELCOME TO THE LAND OF FREEDOM BITCHES! HYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Paul, amused by this, also screamed, "I'LL CRY WHEN I'M FINISHED KILLING!" As he and Neto each brought down a chopper. Mai also fired but she silently did as she was supposed to dropping a helicopter aiming directly for the pilot as Ivan vegan to fly them away from the Port Of LS. They were soon over Vespucci Beach.

One was firing at them and it was starting to smoke. Mai fired striking the helkicopter but she made sure it was over the water so that it wouldn't hit any civilians. The sun was starting to set and the sky was orange and pink and a bit purple as they flew over West Los Santos.

Before long, they were over Tongva Valley but still being pursued. Finlally as they started to get to Blaine County they took all hostiles down. "Bring the chopper down easy. You don't want to mess this up now. My people are waiting to babysit the bird just north of the Alamo Sea. Drop it when you're done."

They landed and the men came from the house as they left. "Okay, we've got it from here."

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That's it for this chapter, guys. Okay so the fireworks thing with the rez mission against the Angels, initially I was going to use that and have it be actual explosives like C4 they would use on the Angels and IC but instead I thought what would be more rez than fireworks? So they used actual fireworks. Now in this instance they only use extreme machine as a tool of warfare but in the future, if you enjoyed this I can always use more as far as firework warfare goes. What do you think? Woud you like to see that?

Next chapter the Russuan Mob as well as Leela will go hit up the member of Kenny's hit squad who shot Ivan. Plus some fallout from that shootout between the Aztecas Ballas and Families will happen as the Families are none too thrilled with the Ballas and the Ballas are not thrilled with the Aztecas.

Alex Rice is the visual basis for Kawisenhawe, and that is her real Kanienkeha name in real life it means she holds the ice. I had her be from Broker because all though her family is from Kahnawake, she lived in Brooklyn much of her life as many of my people do but just like a lot of my people that live in Brooklyn, would go back home in Canada during summers.

Kiowa Gordon is the visual basis for Joshua. He was in a few things including the Red Road. He was in trouble with the law in that show a lot so I thought I could justify him being a gang banger here.

Also we say goodbye to Chaska, initially I was thinking of killing either Dawn or Aila off but I decided against it and initially there was gonna be another character death but I didn't go through with it this time. Still before he went out he had a noble enough talk with Paul.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan is the visual basis for Lucifer, the president of the Toronto Angels of Death. As for those Families members one of them is one of the guys that fucked over Paul at the start of the story. It's not the OG. One of the youngsters. The OG is based on the rapper Sin Loc. Despite similiarity in Devil vs Lucifer that's not meant to make them parralel to each other. What that is is a reference to the name Sin Loc in the instance of Devil though I may call him D Loc or DL (hhehehehe down low) and in Lucian's instance I just thought from Lucian to Lucifer would be clever plus as the leader of the Angels since the mythical creature known as Lucifer is an angel not a demon.

Haven't decided on a visual basis for Lil Banks or Flash yet but as far as Lil Banks go let's just say I actually knew a guy that went by that name. He was a sorta wannabe Sureno though but that name seemed more like a black gangsters name than a Mexican gangster name.

As far as having Mai drive the car out in front of the others to use for cover all though I hate watching the online missions with commentary, I watched the video from bay Area Bugs so I made an excption to my rule just this once. I actually used a few of the tactics from their video.

Anyway as far as the lemon goes I know the first prt of it I'd already shown before but I filled in the rest of it and I basically made it like that because Paul's seeing it as a memory so pretty much anytime he'd remember it he'd see it from start to finish anyway all though at this point his memory of doing those two are in his spank bank. I won't lie I've got a few of my former sexual encounters in my spank bank too when I don't have a woman so no shame in it..and if there is eh who cares?

So for now the Angels are hanging back but trust me they are gonna hit the Warriors back soon and they will inflict casualties when they now, they're just letting IC take the risk for now but they did get their meth.

Anyway, until next time.

Until next time.