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.

41. El corazón roto de Santa Muerte

Neto

2011

Four Hours Earlier

He looked through the streets of Chiapas. Nenetl sat next to him in an SUV. She beckoned to a few prostitutes who were obviously high on cocaine. Nenetl and Neto had been seeing each other for some time. The'd grew somewhat fond of each other when he had been in her care. Neither planned for anything to happen but it had. She was starting to show in her belly as had been the result of their time together. "No creo que debas venir, ahora que tienes a tu hijo ... no es inteligente."

(I do not think you should come along, now that you've got your child ... it's not smart.)

"Ellos son mis guerreros para dirigir, y la mayoría de los cárteles quieren que mujeres como yo mueran, saben quién soy, han querido matarme por mucho tiempo, han intentado, habrán muerto si llegan a nuestro territorio En Chiapas," She stated with confidence.

(They are my warriors to lead, and most of the cartels want women like me to die, they know who I am, they have wanted to kill me for a long time, they have tried, they will have died if they come to our territory in Chiapas)

She added, "Además, sé que tengo que tomarlo con calma, pero hay otras mujeres además de niños que necesitan mi ayuda. A veces, incluso cuando las mujeres embarazadas no tienen que luchar, estamos obligados a ... Sé que tengo que cuidar de nuestro pequeño bebé Y después de hoy, me mantendré alejado de la lucha, pero tanto como yo lo amo, El pequeño dentro de mí, sé que hay más vidas en juego que sólo el mío. "

(Besides, I know I have to take it easy, but there are other women besides children who need my help. Sometimes, even when pregnant women do not have to fight, we are forced to ... I know I have to take care of our little baby And after today, I will stay away from the fight, but as much as I love him, the little one inside me, I know there are more lives at stake than just mine."

"Hablo en serio, Nenetl. No puedes luchar contra esto hasta que nazca el bebé."

(I'm serious, Nenetl. You can not fight this until the baby is born.)

No puedes decirme qué hacer. Soy una mujer adulta que puedo cuidar a los imbéciles que son responsables de la muerte de muchos, mujeres, niños, ancianos She smiled. "Ten cuidado, Neto. Sigues expresando preocupación por mí, puedes hacer que la gente piense que el Santo de la Muerte tiene un lado suave y sensible."

(You can not tell me what to do.) I'm a grown woman I can take care of myself These assholes are responsible for many infants dying Innocents, women, children, elders Careful, Neto You keep expressing concern for Me, you could just make people think the Saint Of Death has a soft and sensitive side.)

They were silent a moment and then she spoke again.

"Yo sé que ellos te Santa Muerte, ¿por qué es eso? ¿Te rezan a ti?"

(I know they call you the Saint of Death. Do they pray to you?)

He replied, "El señor Madrazo incluso me prestó a otros cárteles que están en buenos términos con todo otro cártel me necesita para matar a alguien, que dejaría una estatua del Santo de la Muerte en sus ventanas me gustaría ir a la ventana con mi máscara y tomar El pedazo de papel con el nombre de la persona que querían muertos Yo era como el Grim Reaper Sólo ... Yo no era realmente la muerte La muerte decide quién vive y quién muere, yo sólo soy un símbolo.

(Mr. Madrazo even lent me to other cartels that are on good terms with the whole another cartel needs me to kill someone, they would leave a statue Of the Saint of Death in his windows I would go up to the window with my mask and take the piece of paper with the name of the person they wanted dead I was like the Grim Reaper Just ... I was not really death Death decides who lives and who dies, I am only a symbol.)

"No importa. A la gente que has matado, también podrías ser la muerte. Has matado a hombres y mujeres porque representan a Marabunta. Y más tarde, matas a Zero porque son el enemigo del cártel de Madrazo."

(It does not matter. To the people you have killed, you might as well be death.) You have killed men and women because they represent Marabunta. And later, you kill Zero's because they are the enemy of the Madrazo cartel.)

"No. Eso nunca fue la razón. Era para vengarse de mi familia.

(No. That was never the reason. It was to get revenge for my father)

"¿Su familia querría verlo trabajando para el cartel de Madrazo o en una pandilla?

(Would your family want to see you working for the Madrazo cartel? Or in a gang?)

"No, ellos no lo harían, pero probablemente entenderían cómo caí por este camino, sabían lo que era la justicia, sabían que la policía y los sistemas judiciales nunca lo darían a nuestra familia, ellos entienden que usted tiene que tomarlo."

No, they would not, but they would probably understand how I fell down this road, they knew what justice was, they knew that the police and judicial systems would never give it to our family, they understand that you have to take it."

"Eso no es justicia, estás matando a soldados que son peones tanto como tú, y ¿cuántas más personas estarán atrapadas en el fuego cruzado?" She demanded.

(That's not justice, you're killing soldiers who are pawns as much as you are, and how many more people will be trapped in the crossfire?)

"Oye, nunca le disparé a niños oa mujeres. No intentes culparme de lo que hacen los demás."

(Hey, I never shot kids or women. Do not try to blame me for what others do.)

She snarled,"¿Qué hay de ese chico en el zoológico? Me dijiste de él. Sabes que te sientes responsable de su muerte, e incluso si no lo hicieras, no importaría porque hay otros soldados del cártel que matarían inocentes sin pensar. ¿Hay Cero que mataría inocentes para tomar represalias como resultado de lo que haces con esta justicia?"

( What about the kid at the zoo? know you feel responsible for his death, and even if you did not, it would not matter because there are other cartel soldiers who would kill innocents without thinking. There is Zero that would kill innocents to retaliate as a result of what you do to this justice?)

He growled, "¡No lo menciones!"

(Do not bring him up!)

"No sabes cómo funciona el cartel, ves los resultados de lo que hacemos, pero no sabes cómo hacemos lo que hacemos, ¿crees que soy sólo un gángster, un matón? Me habría llegado tan cerca si yo era sólo un no importa si yo era Reyista, Villista o lo que sea. He aprendido lo que he aprendido trabajando para los padres no pueden aprobar lo que tengo Estoy seguro de que sus padres no aprobaría de El hecho de que tomaron las armas contra el gobierno incluso por las razones correctas!"

(You do not know how the cartel works, you see the results of what we do, but you do not know how we do what we do, do you think I'm just a gangster, a thug? I would have gotten so close if I was only a would not matter if I were Reyista, Villista or whatever.I have learned what I have learned working for the parents can not approve what I have I am sure That their parents would not approve of the fact that they took up arms against the government even for the right reasons!)

She looked deep into his eyes. "Tienes buenas intenciones, pero la forma en que lo haces es incorrecta. Incluso si pudieras justificar toda muerte por las razones equivocadas, tu pandilla o el cártel, ¿qué pasa con el veneno que pones en los barrios de todo el país?"

(You have good intentions but the way you go about them are wrong. Even if you could justify all the death for the wrong reasons, for your gang or for the cartel, what about the poison that you put out in the neighborhoods all over the Country?)

Neto sighed. "Oye, ni siquiera me gustan las drogas, sabes, pero están dentro. Es un negocio, todos estamos tratando de sobrevivir.

(Hey, I do not even like drugs, you know, but they're in. It's a business, we're all trying to survive.)

She shook her head. "¡Tu estilo de vida nos está matando!"

(Your way to life is killing us!)

Neto turned to her. "Mira, esos cabrones me dejaron muerto, me dispararon otras veces y me ayudaron, pero esta vez ni siquiera pensaron en llevarme de vuelta a un entierro apropiado en caso de que estuviera muerto. Ahora, ellos son mis enemigos también. Estoy tratando de hacer lo correcto aquí pero ... No voy a encender mi carnal de Los Aztecas."

(Look, those assholes left me for dead. I've been shot other times and they helped me but this time they did not even think to take me back for a proper burial in case I was dead. I am trying to do the right thing but ... I will not turn on my brothers from the Aztecas)

She gave a reassuring smile. "Hoy, podemos hacer que esto sea correcto.) Usted dijo que van a estar aquí, ¿verdad?"

(Today, we can make this said they are going to be here, right?)

Neto confirmed "Sí, tienen un convoy que va hacia la Ciudad de México. Vendrán por el bulevar Espinosa."

(Yes, they have a convoy that goes to Mexico City. They will be coming by Boulevard Espinosa.)

Sinaloa, Mexico

They arrived on the lonely highway. They came along a hill overlooking the hideout poster. The others were waiting. They were just going on what was going to happen. Neto looked through binoculars with Lupe at his side. I have watched through the scope of his PSG 1. "Ahí está el que lo cuentan. Dos o tres veces por semana nos dirigiríamos al distrito federal y luego a América."

(There's the one where they count it. Two or three times a week we would head to the federal district and then to America.)

Lupe replied, "Cuento a cuatro de esos imbéciles. Usted acaba de decir la palabra compañero y voy a poner una ronda en el cuarto hombre antes de la primera ha llegado al suelo."

(I count four of those assholes. You just say the word mate and I'll put a round in the fourth man before the first has even hit the ground.)

Neto shook his head. "Todavía no"

(Not yet)

"Sabes, estás haciendo lo correcto con esto, hermano. Volviendo a casa a sus raíces. Tus padres estarían orgullosos."

(You know, you're doing the right thing with this, bro. Coming home to your roots. Your parents would be proud.

"Así que Nenetl y todos los demás me dicen, parece que vamos a buscar cárteles hasta ahora, ¿cuándo vamos después del ejército, el gobierno?"

(So Nenetl and everyone else tell me, it seems like we're going to look for cartels so far, when do we go after the army, the government?)

"TEl gobierno y el cártel son uno y ¿cree usted que ayuda a los gobernadores a ganar estas elecciones? Van de la mano," Warned Moira.

(The government and the cartel are one and the same. Who do you think helps governors win these elections? They go hand in hand.)

Nenetl tapped Neto on the shoulder. "Manténgase enfocado, ¿qué sigue?"

(Stay focused. What next?)

He directed Lupe and the other Zapatistas who had cans on them to look. "¿Ves esa curva ahí ?, camino, cresta, camino.")

(See that curve right there?)Road, ridge, road.)

They put their masks on. For the first time in a long time, Neto was wearing a black mask instead ogf his usual skull mask. Nenetl put a gentle hand on his arm. "¿Estas nervioso?"

(You nervous?)

Neto swallowed. "No," he lied. "Puedo ver a través de ti, no hay botón de deshacer, si quieres sentar esto, usted puede."

(I can see right through you, there's no undo button, if you want to sit this one out, you can.

He took a breath. "No, fue mi idea, como dijiste, tengo mucho que compensar, mucha muerte, al menos esta vez en ambos extremos, ya sea Zeros o Madrazos, las personas adecuadas morirán."

(No, it was my idea, like you said, I have a lot to make up for.A lot of death, at least this time on both ends, whether its Zeros or Madrazos, the right people will die.)

Just then, on the radio, Tlayolotl spoke up confirming that he, Moira, Antonia, and Tsijari were in position by a boulder. "Alfa uno en posición," Stated the gay Zapatista.( Alpha one in position)

"Entendido," Replied Neto (Roger that)

He spotted Yatzil, Maria, Graciela, and Iktan staying low in the tall grass by the road. "Charlie tres en posición," Announced the Yucatec Mayan woman.

(Charlie three in position)

From their psition near the high ground boulder, they spotted the poster convoy coming. "Tres bogeys que vienen su manera, "

(Three bogeys coming your way)

"Estamos en ello," Replied Lupe.

(We're on it)

Neto and Nenetl began to move downhill while Lupe stayed at his high point with the scope. ""El primer enemigo viene a tu manera," Cautioned Graciela.

(The first hostile is coming your way)

Just then, Neto spotted a grayish blue Perennial coming across the bridge loaded with the four poster members they had spotted. Lupe had eyes on them and he warned, "Charlie, tienes a alguien llamando a tu puerta."

(Charlie, you got someone knocking on your front door.)

Itkan replied, "Afirmativo. Lo tenemos."

(Copy, we've got it)

Neto said with concern looking at Nenetl, "I want you to stay flat until you get that clear signal from me.

(I want you to stay flat until you get that clear signal from me.)

Nenetl nodded readying her Rifle. Lupe announced, "El segundo vehículo está a unos doscientos metros detrás de él. El tercero ... unos tres o cuatrocientos."

(The second vehicle is about two hundred meters behind it. The third ... about three or four hundred.)

Neto turned to Nenetl as the first SUV turned the curve. "Tres ... dod ... uno ..." "I breathed before hitting the detonator.

(Three two one)

The road exploded and the SUV was incinerated and all four cartel members were blown up inside of it. Lupe shot the tires out on the second vehicle and they pulled to a stop. Neto and Nenetl ran towards it. "¡Salí! She screamed. (Get out!) The men inside did not comply as she fired her AK-74 at the windows. It did nothing. "Chingate, puta!" Screamed the driver, a light brown skinned Mexican man with long curly hair sticking his middle finger to the window.

(Fuck you, bitch!)

"¡Mierda! Vidrio a prueba de balas."

(Shit! Bulletproof glass)

Neto had an idea. He had a grenade on him and he pulled the pin on the frag and he opened the gas cap and held the grenade up to it as he squeezed it. "Sabes lo que es esto ?!"

(Do you know what this is ?!)

As the third SUV rolled up, Antonia hit the detonator and the third vehicle was destroyed in a fiery blast with the utmost precision. Neto was glad to see a plan going right for once. He then placed the explosive in the gas cap and he held up a hand with a four on it and it went down to three. Then two. The poster members heeded theh warning running out just before it exploded.

The Perrenial started speeding up the road to back them up. Iktan fired his GP-25 at the car just as the windows had rolled down so they could try and fire upn Neto and Nenetl. The blast destroyed the car but Neto saw at least two blown off limbs fly through the air. Lupe clocked more poster members who came from inside the trailer. Lupe fired a headshot striking a man with an AK-47. He fired striking another through the throat and four more emerged with Rifles but Lopez, Moira, Tsijari and Antonia were coming down the hill firing upon the Madrazo cartel members easily picking them off from their height advantage. Antonia struck a man of Criollo descent with seven rounds in the chest and three in the throat,

Moira struck a castizo male with light brown skin and thick facial hair wearing a white shirt and a gray windbreaker with fifteen rounds in the abdomen, his chest and stomach and five of them lodged into his spine and severed it. Tsisjari struck a Criollo male with blonde hair and blue eyes with a single neat shot in the forehead.

Neto approached one of the gang gang members who had escaped the middle SUV and yelled, "Damalo!"

(Give it to me!)

Nenetl also yelled, "El deniro!"

(The money!

The man with the suitcase handed it over but he stood up with long greasy hair and his face covered in blood. He wore black slacks to black vest over a white dress shirt and had a crucifix necklace. I have snarled with a growl handing her the briefcase. The second man with a briefcase, a short mestizo with dark skin, a buzz cut, and a goatee wearing a blue plaid shirt and black snarled jeans, "Sabes quién carajo somos? Somos el cartel cabron. Nos cortaremos las pelotas. Violen a su esposa. Y sus hijos."

(You know who the fuck we are? We're the cartel cabron. We'll cut your balls off. Rape your wife. And your kids.)

He said with a sickening grin as I noticed that Nenetl was showing. Just then I lunged at her grabbing her rifle. She struggled with him but she pulled out her sidearm, and she pressed it to his chin and pulled the trigger blowing his brains out all over herself plus his clothes. His corpse hit the dirt hard. The other passenger who had handed the money over went his own sidearm that he had under his pant leg and he fired two shots at Neto but Neto had a vest on. Neto fired a clean shot through the man's heart and he went down falling on his back.

The man weakly crossed himself and started praying in Spanish so fast it was almost incoherent but he heard the word Santa Muerte in it. Neto lifted his mask up. "Santa Muerte ya no está contigo, cabron."

(The Saint Of Death is no longer with you, fucker)

The poster member croaked, "¡Traidor!"

(Traitor!)

Neto fired a killshot into his skull.

Neto saw the other Zapatistas emerged from their vantage points and they had the last two cartel members on their knees. "¿Qué quieres hacer con estos dos?"

(What do you want to do with these two?

Lupe told her, "No podemos dejar testigos. Han visto la cara de Neto y saben que Nenetl está embarazada."

(We can not leave any witnesses. They have seen Neto's face and they know that Nenetl is pregnant.)

He aimed his own AK-74 at both men and took both out with headshots. Nenetl noticed something strange. "¿Qué es ese olor?"

(What's that smell?

"¿Te refieres a la carne ardiente?"

(You mean the burning flesh?)

"No, ya he olido eso, es otra cosa.)

("No. I've smelled that before. It's something else.)

He chuckled, "Es cocaína. Tenían blanco en los SUV's. O bien Martin está empezando a quedarse descuidado o Javier es."

(It's cocaine. They had white in the SUV's. Either Martin is starting to get sloppy or Javier is )

He turned to Nenetl kissing her. "Tenemos que mantenerte fuera de peligro ahora. Vas a ser una madre pronto."

(We have to keep you out of harm's way now. You're going to be a mother soon.)

She smiled at him. "Ya serás un padre.

(And you will be a father)

2012

They had stayed out of the fight for the remaining months of her pregnancy. They'd had a baby boy named Francisco. He had been out shopping. It was a happy three months since the infant had been born too. He was a happy baby. Neto returned home carrying two bags of groceries. "Mi vida, tengo los frijoles! Ahora siéntate y prepárate para ser sorprendido por el gran chef Ikal!"

(My love, I got the beans! Now sit back and prepare to be amazed by the great chef Ikal!)

He saw the place had been trashed. I have set the bags down on the counter and searched the house. "Nenetl?" He have retrieved his Handgun from his waistband. He crouched low in case there are any government soldiers or anybody else such as Marabunta or Zero's. He made his way into the room and spotted her on the floor. She lay in a puddle of blood, her eyes wide open and her mouth in terror. His friend, Lopez had stayed behind to watch out for them while he was gone. The gay Nahuatl man lay slumped against the wall with a bullet between his eyes the look on his face frozen forever, indicating that he had a realization he had failed to protect her. "NENETL!" He screamed. He cradled her in his arms, tears streaming down his face. "Por qué ?! POR QUÉ ?! Cómo pudo pasar esto ?"

(Why ?! WHY ?! How could this happen ?!)

He did not understand it. How could they have known it? That was him They had killed every sign that had been there that day. They had not even had one casualty. "NENETL!Perdonome, mi amor...)

(NENETL, forgive me my love ...)

Neto started sobbing in her shirt not caring that her blood got onto him as he sobbed. Just then, Lupe came in his AK-74 ready. "¡Te oí gritar!"

(I heard you screaming!)

Neto stood up grabbing him by the collar. "Cómo diablos sucedió esto ?"

(How did the hell do this happen?

Lupe had no words staring at the two fallen Zapatista.

Lupe checked the rest of the room. Neto realized he did not hear his child's children. He stood up in a panic, "FRANSISCO!" Lupe had seen it before Neto had and tried to block him from entering the room but Neto bulled through him shoving him aside. The crib was smashed and the babies were covered in blood but there was no baby there. Still, I knew the cruelty of the cartel. They had left him a piece of what they had done to him. The reality, the picture was likely much worse. I have collapsed and started hyperventilating. Lupe hugged him like a brother and I started to cry more. "Respira..."

(Just breath)

Just then, the sound of automatic rounds filled the air. Neto heard the shouting of Maria's voice. "El cártel está aquí!"

"

(The cartel is here!)

They heard the screeching of tires and the Molotov cocktail went through the window. It was in the room where Nenetl and Lopez were. "NO!" Neto cried out just the other cocktail went through the window. Neto went back to try and get her but flames were all over the bedroom. "NENETL!"

Lupe grabbed Neto stating, "Tenemos que irnos!"

(We have to go!)

They went outside both coughing from the smoke. They saw the cartel goons had pulled up in Patriots. They were shooting at civilians who were under Zapatista care as well as Zapatistas themselves. Neto fired the Glock 17 striking one of them in the chest.

The man had on the vest so Neto fired three more into the man's throat. The cartel member, a light skinned mestizo standing at six feet tall with a gold chain and a white wife beater and slicked back hair and golden eyes and black jeans, fell over the rounds crushed his windpipe.

"Hijo de la chingada!" Neto screamed (Motherfucker!)

Neto ran towards him and the two men near him fired at him but Lupe covered him firing and striking the two cartel gang members in the chest. He fired down towards his knee-capping legs both of them.

"¡Algunos de estos bastardos son soldados! Reconocí que el hombre!" Cried Lupe as he picked up a poster member in a red Hawaiian shirt at a hundred yards striking the man in the neck and the forehead. "

(Some of these bastards are soldiers! I recognized that guy!)

"¡Son animales! ¡ANIMALES!"

Screamed Neto. He took the Rifle off the dead poster member.

(They are animals! ANIMALS!)

He spotted Maria on a rooftop with her own Rifle trying to pick off as many of the cartel members as she could. I have spotted more soldiers coming in and he saw soldiers firing upon some Zapatistas he did not know. Three Zapatistas went down to the Madrazos fired upon them. The first Zapatista, a workshop man of Indigenous descent with dark brown skin wearing all black, took five rounds and was wounded. The other two were shot and killed.

Neto spotted a poster soldier of European descent with slightly tan skin from the Mexican sun. He could have passed for a white Saint Andrean if it was not for semi Arab features but his eyes were gray and he had light brown skin and a handle bar mustache. He was at five seven and snarled as he fired at G36 striking Zapatista. "Pinche Indio perros" Screamed the man.

(Fucking Indian dogs!)

Neto fired striking him with the last of the rounds hitting the man in his right arm. The man fell over wounded and Neto pounced him like a jaguar. "ANIMALES!" He has screamed slamming his head to the ground again and again. A round grazed the side of Neto's face and blood poured into his vision but he was already seeing red as it was. A red hazy blur of infinite rage. He cracked the man's skull open from the back of his head. He swung with his fists punching him again and again. The man's face was bloodied and swollen. "Maldito español ¡Eres todos animales! ¡Te voy a matar a todos!"

(Fucking Spaniard! You're all animals! I'll slaughter all of you!)

The man spat out blood and teeth as he became more and more unrecognizable. "Santa Muerte ... Espera..."

(Santa Muerte? Wait ...)

Neto would have none of it. He did not care if the man knew him from previous encounters or by reputation. He gouged the man's eyes out gritting his teeth with rage and the Mexican shrieked with agony and horror as Neto's thumbs stabbed through his retina and cornea. A round had gone through Neto's left shoulder and he had not even felt it. The same man who had grazed his head had taken another shot at him but Antonia took him out with seventeen rounds to the chest piercing the man's body armor.

"ANIMALES!" I have roared. He took his machete and ran up to one of the cartel members. I have recognized one of them. The man was Roberto Villareal a man I had served with. Neto swung the blade at his right arm before the man could draw on him. Neto lopped his arm off in one clean slice. The man shrieked his blood sprayed all over including all over Neto. Neto roared like Spartan bathing in Immortal blood at Thermopylae. "¡Animales! ¡Inmundo! ¡Sin alma! ¡Animales!"

(Animals! Filthy! Soulless! Animals!)

I spotted another soldier who was with the poster drawing on him. I threw the machete as though it were tomahawk yelling, "¡Muere por tus pecados!

(Die for your sins!)

Lupe yelled to him as he took off one of the enemies from 500 yards away taking the man, a male of Criollo descent down and the top half of his skull away the H & K round gave the man a discount lobotomy. "¡Despacio, hermano! ¡Venga a cubrirse o se va a matar!

(Ikal, slow down, brother! Come cover up or you're going to kill yourself!)

Neto took two rounds from an M4 in the shoulder and another in the chest which exited out of his other shoulder. He still did not feel the pain. All he could feel was his own heart pumping and the rage he felt. Before he even realized it, he had snatched up a spas 12 from a deceased Madrazo cartel member, uncertain of who had even killed the son of a bitch other than that it had been one of the women. The man had his jaw blown off by 7.62 rounds. Neto was firing the shotgun as though he had no injury to him. He heard his comrades calling him in Spanish from a distance and even heard a couple of them yelling at him in Mayan. He fired obliterating the skull of a poster member watching his brains and head turn to pulp. He fired on another man, with dark brown skin, hairy arms,

He spotted Javier 100 feet away from him along with five other bodyguards. Neto roared firing another shot dispatching the first f the five with ease. They were all firing towards some of the Zapatistas defending the east side of the territory and Javier had killed about nine of them so far they were mostly comrades he had seen around he had not gotten aqquianted with all of them. Javier fired his M4 carbine with an evil sneer as he put down the ninth revolutionary, a dark, brown skinned beauty with full lips, curly hair round big eyes and big gold hoop earrings. Neto fired striking another guard but this one, he only wounded given the distance even as he was closing in on them He aimed for Javier's knee caps hoping to cripple him. The weapon clicked empty as Neto closed the distance.

He beamred him in the face and caused him to have his head busted open and his nose bled. "Matalo, hijo de puta!"

(Kill him! Son of a bitch!)

Javier taunted him even as his blood dripped to the dirt. "Santa Muerte! ¡No debiste habernos traicionado! Este es su propio hacer!"

(Santa Muerte! You should not have betrayed us! This is your own doing!)

Santa Murte saw a dropped AKS that one of Madrazo's men had dropped. He snatched it coming from cover opening fire. He mowed down

another man but before he could get a bead on Javier, the Mexican male was already getting inside of a silver Patriot with the remaining two men. One of them fired an Uzi at Neto from the window forcing him to cover. He fired on the vehicle but the windows rolled up and the rounds did nothing. They tore away. Neto roared with anger chasing them.

Neto

2013

Neto was getting quite a buzz going. He didn't like remembering that part of the past. Just then Ivan came in. The energy was dark. "You know, I wanted to wait until after we did last job ..." Ivan said. "Wait for what?"

Ivan punched him in the face and knocked him off the counter. "Wht the fuck, was that for ?!" He took a bit to get back up. "What does the fuck gives? You guys shooting up our deal ?!"

"Hey, I missed you on purpose, fool!" Ivan growled snatching him by the shirt and Neto tackled him against the counter, the older man's back slammed against it. The bottle of liquor was knocked over shattering on the kitchen floor. Neto punched Ivan in the face hitting his right cheek and yelled, "The fuck, stupid! They killed the comarada, Tiny!" Ivan drove a knee into his stomach and Neto doubled over. Neto was on the floor and Ivan hit him again. "Do you think that gives you the right to try and take my friends out? Or shoot at me ?!"

Neto kicked him in the chest forcing him back. "If mon, stupid! Gang banging 101!" He punched Ivan and then blocked a counter blow and flipped the older man to the floor and landed in some of the glass, cutting his back. "SHIT!" Ivan roared. He kicked Neto's legs out from under him. "You motherfucker ..." Neto said from the ground. He got up. "It's that fucking Baller hood rat. You're falling for her and you just did not want me to put a7 × 57mm Mauser slug between her tits!"

Ivan charged him with anger striking him in the face though Neto blocked the first three. "Do not talk about her like that!" Neto threw him against the counter again. "Coño, no necesito esta mierda.."

(Damn I do not need this shit)

Ivan got up again keeping his dukes up seemingly deciding to be more level headed in the fight. "Maybe, I'll kill a few of your friends, no? Like that one I heard you fucked." "What was your name again?" Neto attacked but this time Ivan was ready and he flipped him to the ground kicking him in the gut and then the ribcage winding him. Net coughed but Ivan did not attack him again. "Had enough?" Neto caught his breath and stood up. "No ... and you started it ..." He got up striking at Ivan but Ivan grabbed his wrist with one hand. He then hit him with a quick strike to the head to throw him off balance and with a combination of a leg sweep and the wrist movement, I have downed Net. I have pinned his knee to Neto's chest. "I just want to make sure we understand each other."

Neto said something intentionally that Ivan could not hear. Ivan asked him to repeat it. He did it in the same low tone. He leaned in closer and Neto bit him. Ivan cried out as he bit him and he bled as he bit into him. I have a head butted the Russian and followed up with a hard right blow. Ivan staggered back seeming enraged that he had been bitten but he tried to keep a level head. I have planted his left leg firmly and followed with a side kick to Neto's abdomen, the ribcage. Neto staggered back. Ivan got behind him and Neto drove an elbow to Ivan's chest but Ivan wrestled him to the ground and put him in a headlock. His cheek was cut by some of the glass as Ivan held him on the ground. "Are you going to calm down ?!" Neto screamed, "Fuck you ...! You attacked me first!"

Ivan said, "I did not want this to go any further than it has ..." Neto struggled still and Ivan said, "A little more pressure and you'll sleep like a baby ...if I put more than that you'll sleep forever.."

Just then Mai walked in saying, "What the fuck are you two doing ?!" Ivan let Neto go. "Jesus! I'm gone two hours and you two are wrecking the place!" Ivan chuckled. "Sorry, mom. We just got a little carried away."

"Carried away? You two are like bulls in china shops!" Neto chuckled as he lost his balance a second almost slipping and falling in glass. "I'm not touching that one ..." She growled. "Fuck you. Both of you are cleaning this shit up right now."

"Why can not Ivan do it, homes? He's the one that started it..."

"I SAID RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" She roared. They got to their feet, "All right. I'm sorry," Ivan stated. They began to and Neto told him, "Mirate, I'm going to give you fore warning. That way you don't have to be caught up in the crossfire. We're hitting the Ballas. You need to stay the fuck away from South Central tonight."

"If you're going there, you don't touch Sugar...or Leela. They're good people."

"First off, a chavala is a chavala. Second, I know how to show restraint. I mean, it's a little weird you asking me to hold back on your girlfriend or whatever she is especially since they're not holding back on us. But fine. I know how to control the situation. I won't kill her. Unless it's absolutely nessecary. If she's gonna kill a comarada, I don't csare who she is to you. She's dead."

"If you..." Ivan started. "But...if it can be helped at most i'll just knock her out."

"Maybe, I should be there then," Ivan snarled. "You do that, I aint holding back. Room mate or not. The homeboy got killed by a Ball Sack."

He got ready to leave the house. As he drove, he thought about his time when he was working on rebuilding the city of New Arcadia. It was the summer of 2006. That was when he'd had his first negative encounter with African Americans. Really, his first period since 2005 and 2006 being the first time when he was in the American South East.

New Arcadia

2006

Neto had been rebuilding the parts of the city that had been destroyed by the hurricane. A lot of people from the city had evacuated to Sunbelt but some had stayed. He had a few compa with him as they were on their break. There was Jaime Flores, a tall dark skinned mestizo from the state of Durango, a man with wavy jet black hair standing at six feet tall. He had high cheek bones and big brown eyes. Next was Domingo Alvarez, a light brown skinned mestizo from had curly brown hair pale brown skin and brown eyes and wore an orange flannel jacket. He was short in size. "¿Cree usted que esta ciudad nunca será la misma que era?" Asked Domingo.

(Do you think this city will never be the same as it was?)

"No lo sé, Domingo. ¿Cómo fue que esta ciudad antes del huracán destruyó todo?"

( I don't know, Domingo. How was this city before the hurricane destroyed everything?)

Just then, one of the old black women who was a resident of the 3rd ward neighborhood approached them with a plate of cookies. She was in her seventies or eighties. Her skin was dark, she was short and heavy set and her hair was very white. "I made you boys a plate of cookies. If you don't like chocolate chip, there's raisins. Just for ya'll doing such a good job helping folks out."

Neto smiled. "Who doesn't like chocolate chip? Thank you, senora..."

Domingo scoffed, "Llame a su 'ma'am in America, stupid Indio."

(Call her ma'am in America, stupid Indian)

Neto smiled and said, "I mean thank you," She said, "God bless you. All of you for what you're doing. The lord smiles on you. The good book says he who does for the least of me does for me."

With that she said, "Well, I'll let you men folk get back to it,"

Jaime stated, "Thank you, Mrs Anderson,"

"It's Ms, son, I'm a widow."

Jaimie chuckled saying, "Beautiful young lady like you? They better hurry up or I might have to propose for your cookies," She chuckled saying, "oh hush now child you flatter me," She began heading back.

Neto turned to Domingo. "Si vas a corregirme en mi inglés, hazlo bien perro mestizo. Solía coger mierda de gilipollas como tú en la escuela porque yo no hablo español también, así que ahora tengo que oírlo de ti sobre el inglés?"

(If you're going to correct me on my english, get it right you mestizo dog. I used to catch shit from assholes like you in school cause I didn't speak Spanish as well now I have to hear it from you about English?)

Domingo chuckled. "What didn't I get right?"

"You said Call her ma'am in America, stupid Indian. That's not how you start a sentence, moron. 'We say ma'am in America' entiendes? And stop with that pinche Indio shit. Americanos don't see a difference between you and me. But I know who I am."

"Calmate, cabron, I was just giving you shit. It's what guys do..." Neto said, "You weren't taught proper manner around elders. I guess your mama was at the Tijuana Donkey Show when she should have been teaching you how to speak," This got a laugh out of Jaimie but Domingo growled, "Vete a la mierda. Cholo culo."

(Fuck you. Cholo asshole)

Jaimie turned to the two of them, "¿Dónde está Carlos? Se suponía que debía de echarse una pis, pero se ha ido demasiado tiempo."

(Hey where's Carlos? He was supposed to just take a piss but he's been gone too long.)

Neto shrugged. "No lo sé. Vamos a comprobar."

(I don't know. Let's go check)

They headed across the street and turned the corner. They heard cursing and spotted three black males. One was older and the other two were younger. One of the younger men, a man in a snapback looked like the older dude. With them was a darker skinned black male with dreads and a thick beard.

"We know you bitches is holding. Who you think you is? Think you can just come up in our neighborhood and star slinging on our motherfucking corner?"

Neto and the two paisas went to go help. Carlos was a Guatemalan man of small stature about five foot four. Neto shoved them off him. "The fuck are you three doing? He didn't do anything to you."

"Bullshit," Snarled the oldest black man. "This wetback bitch is slinging caine on our bloclk. Ya'll here to work, then work but don't be thinking this shit right here is another job ya'll can take from Americans."

"He's not slinging."

"Yah? How you know?" Asked the younger man with the hat. "I know my co worker," He looked at his three friends. "Go over there. I'm gonna have a word with these three alone,"

"That's not a good idea..." Started Carlos but Neto said, "I'll be fine."

They walked back. The oldest of the three asked, "So what you wannna start something? You know who the fuck I am, bitch? I can erase you off the face of this earth. Believe that."

Neto got in his face. "No. You couldn't. Besides, the man you're looking for is me. You want to do something about it?"

The younger black male with the hat started to go for his pistol in his waistband but Neto anticipated this and gave him a head butt. He took the pistol from him and pointed it in their faces after cocking it. "Back up. This is over. You got a problem, you come find me. You leave my compas alone."

He walked away and the three stormed off. "I'm gonna put some hot ones in that beaners chest," Growled the younger man. "How you gonna let him take your gat like that, man?" Asked the dread locked gangster.

Maurice looked in that direction with venom. "He's dead. Let's go to the crib and get some new straps and we come back and clap him."

The man with the dreads was named Darnell Baker. With the absence of Maurice's youngest son, the reject, he had taken him, a small time hustler as a son of his own. Marrick normally got along better too. Darnell stated, "Hey, if that's the motherfucker slinging that shit, then he doesn't just got guap from rebuilding the wards and mowing crackers laws. He probably be holding a G at least. That shiot's supposed to be ours!"

"Yeah, I'ma get my gun back too and I'm sticking it up his ass," Marrick vowed.

In truth, Darnell was battle hardened from the ear he spent in Sunbelt before coming back. He had been shot in a gun fight with some Ballas in one of the wards out in Sunbelt and another time he had been stabbed by a member of Marabunta. He had survived both encounters.

"Fo sho," Darnell stated. "I know some of these motherfuckers be starting their own crews too. Not in our hood, bro. We gotta nip that shit in the bud or this place gonna look as bad as Sunbelt."

Two Hours Later

They were soon having another break and were at ease. Just then, a dark blue Merit hit the corner and two men leaned out and started firing. Three rounds struck Jaimie in the abdomen wounding him. Domingo and Carlos ducked to cover and put pressure on his wounds. Neto's heart dropped but he retrieved his 9mm. He returned fire first striking the front tires of the car. The car skidded and crashed and he fired taking out the shooter who had the dreads. He hit him with one round in the right side of the neck. The next hit him in the left eye killing him instantly. The air bag went off as Maurice Roman crashed the car.

He groaned with aproached and said, "Gee mister, you okay in there?" He grabbed Maurice by the hair and started shaking his neck around causing the already whip lashed black man more pain. "ARGHHHHH! SHIT...! My neck..."

"You think I'm an asshole?!" Neto demanded. "No...no please..."

"I can't hear ya..." Neto said. He pulled his hair yanking his head back again. "Get the fuck outta here...you stay scarce until we finish building your shitty neighborhood. It's not my fault America is the biggest druggie nation. Why should you have all the profits? Do you grow it in Colombia? Do you smuggle it across la frontera?"

The guy groaned, "Nah nah baby...just relax..." Marrick tried to go for his piece but Neto fired a shot ner his crotch between his legs on the seat. The man froze n fear, already injured. Neto went around to the other side and broke his arm in a swift twist. He shreiked and Neto said, "Kid like you shouldn't play with guns. You could shoot your dick off..." He pointed it towards his crotch. He noticed the man pissed himself. He unloaded the gun and he heard sirens. Neto loaded up his friend into his truck. Domingo stated, "If he goes to the hospital they'll know he's illegal..."

Neto sighed, "They'll still treat him before they deport him...at least there's that. Better to get deported and come back then to die...that's forever..."

He realized upon saying this how quickly he would need to get out of New Arcadia and out of the country since what he had done would still be considered a murder. Even if it was self defense he was undocumented himself.

2013

Mai

She pulled up to the neighborhood. She spotted Jill to her surprise kissing Baby raised her eyebrows at that. "Little out of your element around here don't you think?" Mai asked with a smirk. "Hey, she's in good hands," Stated Romeo. "I guess Clyde had a reason to be insecure after all," Jill rolled her eyes, "He was a jerk and he pushed me into his arms."

"And I guess that makes you Juliett, right?" Mai taunted. "Nah, she can't be Juliet. It'd be Juliet if she was a Vaga or from the Tiny Psychos. Then we'd have to kill them both," TV said jokingly and chuckled and Jill chuckled too as did the East Asian gang member but it faded as he knew it was true even if they played it off as a joke and Mai knew it was the truth disguised as a joke too.

Jillian turned to Romeo. "So what do I get to join you guys?"

"You can not be serious," Mai protested. " do not usually put white girls on the hood and seeing you're face it irl I doubt he'd be willing to share maybe there's something you can do to get blessed in."

"Are you as stupid as Clyde?" "What the fuck is the matter with you?" "If I was in jail, I'd probably have to roll with Da Nang Boyz myself but you do not see me joining them. Poor and you're not an immigrant, Jill. There's no reason for you to get onto a neighorhood down here. "

"Why not?" Asked Romeo. "Shit, from what I heard, she's put in work for the homie Lamar, that nigga Simeon, all those motherfuckers man. She's g to be but we gotta get to know her better."

"Does Lamar let you say that word around him?"

"He doesn't give a fuck," Romeo stated. "LD knows we some niggas too. Just from the far east. We the same," Baby Face added, "Some fools from Chamberlain don't like it though but we aint no punks. They want to step to one of the homies they can step to all of us."

"Hey aint nobody stepping," Romeo began. "I know, I'm just saying," Baby Face said, "Lamar's cool. The Clinton's are ok. But I can't stand Stretch and the rest of those bitches out there. He's right to start his own set."

"Naw homie you got it all backwards," TV stated. "The OG's are cool. It's the BG's you can't trust."

"Normally that'd be true, loc," Stated Baby Face. "Except Stretch is a dumb ass motherfucker. He's got the mentality of a BG and he's supposed to be OG. He's clapping dudes from Covenant like it's 92' like he didn't just get out of the joint. I mean this dude got out the same day and we know he put the work in on D."

Mai chuckled. "Lamar might be considered OG but he acts the same way."

"Yeah but he's at least loyal. Stretch is a snake. Anybody that hangs with Ballas like that needs to die. I heard this guy tell LD that if it came down to a truce with OCB he'd hang Lamar and his boy out to dry just fort the sake of a truce."

"What you care, homie? We aint Families," T Mart stated. "I mean they're okay but we're Da Nang Boyz. I aint with that green rag co-op bullshit. That's just prison politics far as I'm concerned."

"Why you hating on the Families, dog?" Asked Romeo. "They got our backs against the Va Ho's. Far as I'm concerned that makes them our family at the very least."

"You forgetting we used to fight these fuckers back in the day?" Stated the Cambodian immihgrant Mai had saved. "Naw but the Va Ho's were causing more drama, dude. They wanted it with us more. They fucked with us before any other gang. They're worse than the Psychos. We gotta boot their varrio up outta the beach."

"It doesn't matter," Stated the Cambodian gangster. "Soul brothers were icing us back home the same as the white bys, remember? Always trying to pick up Thai and Vietnamese and Cambodian prostitutes too."

"Oh what you trying to be racist now, homie? A ho is a ho," Cherry crossed her arms. "Yeah but think about it, homie. Look at all the babies born after the war that grew up not knowing their daddy? I get that you gotta get your money but come on nobody should be raised without a dad."

"Take a look around, girl," Stated Baby Face. "This is the hood. You see that shit all the time," Jill remarked, "That's so sad though. Me and my dad were close beforr he got locked up."

Baby Face smirked at the brunette on his lap. "Yeah he taught you how to pick locks right?" She smiled. "Yeah. He told me I was a master of unlocking. But I learned from the best."

"Shiiit we'tre gonna have to take advantage of that shit, girl," Romeo stated.

He then turned to Mai. "So listen. We got a way we're looking to fuck over the Vagos and the Psychos. I'ma all you in a day or two with the details but we can do some serious damage to our enemies and I'll make sure and slide some paper your way. You in?"

Mai sighed. "Yeah. Why else would I be here?"

"Cool. We'll let you know."

Just then a car pulled up and Mai sighed. "Shit..." Jill asked, "What is it?"

Mai turned to her. "Clyde's here...it can only mean he wants to see you..."

"I don't want to see him..."

"Clyde the football player? Oh shit...we got a celebrity in the hood..." Romeo grinned. T Mart chuckled. "This ought to be good."

Paul

He was chilling over near Jamestown. He got a phone call from Lester. "What's up, bro," Lester replied, "How ya doing? I heard you've been well...the less I know the better..."

"Yeah, that's probably true, man. So much so I'm gonna say nothing about it and leave it at that,"

"You know how I told you not to touch that thing with a ten foot pole? Well to be honest I wouldn't touch this redneck drug dealer asked a friend of a friend of a friend. They think they're putting together a score. I never touch drugs and I don't know people but I passed on your details and if they're interested, they'll be in touch."

Ivan

He arrived at the apartment. Paul opened the door and Neto and Mai were right behind him. Paul had called them saying Lester had another job for them. He lead them into the planning room. "So...what's the deal my friend? You said there's another one?" Mai sighed. "No rest for the wicked."

"Yeah, I already put the money down to fund the operation. I didn't know if this was my turn or Neto's but I figured what the hell."

In fact this was true. Ivan had taken care of the last one. "How much it set yuou back?" Asked Neto. "40's g notes and 4 c notes. Aint that about a bitch?"

Just then the doorbell buzzed. Paul buzzed in their guest and he saw Trevor Phillips. The man emerged. "HI THERE! Welcome welcome! So glad you could make it!" He put a hand on Paul's back as he lead him to the door. He kicked it open and shoved him inside. Paul seemed off guard by this. Neto caught him. "Haven't we met already?! Have...have you met Ron? Have you? Well either way it doesn't matter. CONGRATULATIONS! HUH? YOU all have jobs in a start up! This is it...Trevor...PHillips...Industries..Welcome aboard!" He then looked at Paul in a very strange way up and down. "Hmmm...welcome...aboard..."

He then said, "I am not a drug dealer. I am not a pusher. Yeah we're...locavores, huh?Recyclers! Yeah, we think very take the drugs that already exist in America and we add value to their supply chain...AND THAT IS WHAT ALL OF YOU WILL BE DOING! Now first off, Ron, we will be borrowing a couple bricks of cocaine from some juiced up frat boys on a yacht off the coast. Then we are gonna beat the Vagos to their supply of molly pills."

Neto sighed. "Here we go..."

"Now our guys do pick up in trash trucks and so are you..." His voice went to a whisper. "Then we're gonna be sneaking into the backyard of the Lost MC's. Oh and then we;re gonna take their meds that they have stashed..in something..so there ya have it. We're gonna get the meds, we're gonna get the pills, we're gonna get the cocaine. Or we could get the pills, the meds the cocaine..,ahhh fucking whatever! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT, YOU'RE GONNA BRING IT TO RON AND THEN WE'RE GONNA FUCKING GET MOVING!" He then stormed out of the room as quickly as he came in. Ron and Chef followed him out.

Mai whistled. "yeah...he's not like the rest of this town that need therapy..."

Neto

Neto got a phone call from Demon. "Q vo, jefe?"

"Funerals today, brother. they all just gotta get flown in cause he's got some people coming up from south of the border. Tiny was loved, homes. I understand why you did Gordo. He was out of line but Tiny? He's the polar opposite. He was loved by everybody in the varrio. Hell, even some of those Jamestown putos had love for him. Even Mara Cucas respected him in the pinta cause he knew how to throw chingasos when the time was right..." He took a sip of the Cerveza Barracho he was nursing and then poured it out. "I'm gonna miss him. Hey...after this shit is over, drop by Ponsonby's and get yourself a suit, eh'? Come by and pay respects for a fallen compa."

"Si mon. Siempre carnal, siempre," Santa Muerte said solemnly.

They had attended the funeral. He had brought Paul along since he was almost considered a de-facto Azteca. The funeral was nice. They'd gotten to meet Tiny's woman and his kids and give condolences. It was good to see the homeboys as humanized too since many were tearing up alongside the homegirls. Neto cared about Tiny but he didn't cry. He had stood there with a solemn expression. He was not sure he knew how to cry anymore.

Big Demon hugged Tiny's widow. Her name was Samantha. She was a petite woman with light brown skin, big puppy dog eyes and chocolate brown hair standing at five foot five. She was middle aged just as Tiny had been but she looked like she was in her late twenties or early 30's. Mexicanas aged well. "I'm sorry, mija..."

"You're going to go out there and kill some people aren't you?"

Big Demon didn't answer. "Look, don't you worry about that. Just know that you and the kids will be looked after."

She sniffed. "You know, I got out of the game when we had our first son. I hoped sooner or later, Lorenzo would get out of the gang too but it's too late now...I know one thing for sure. Our kids aren't following that same path."

Neto hugged her too. "We're here for you if you need it. I know a lot of pandilleros say that and don't mean it but I mean it."

"You know, his abuelo was a zoot suiter back in the 40's. His papa represented a varrio out of East Los but when they moved to Rancho, he got down with the Aztecas. He still gets love from his papa's varrio. 23rd street. This is in his blood it's in their blood..." She said looking down at their four children who were just in the car. "This was deep in his blood. Me, I was the first in mi familia to run with a cliqua but that's over now. I'm still gonna always live in Rancho but I want a better future for them," Big Demon nodded. "We all want that."

The truth was, Neto had noticed some Vagos there. That explained a lot

They bid her farewell as well as the rest of the family.

They walked out to where Chela was waiting with a stolen dark gray Glendale.

He got in. Chela was driving this time and Demon rode shotgun. "

They had just finished the funeral

Chela out front finishing a blunt. "What's up dude?"

"What's the word?"

The Honduran gang banger replied, "We gotta hit up OCB. Demon said we'd wait on it and we've waited but now it's time."

"Vamanos," Neto nodded.

He followed her to where a dark gray Glendale that was waiting. Ortega was loading up cuetes in the trunk. Neto slapped hands with Big Demon and they bumped shoulders. "How you doing, hermano?" Asked Ortega. "I'm ready to rip through some purple raggers. Tiny got blasted. That shit wasn't cool."

"I hear you. I'm gonna bring my crew along. We'll be meeting you up in Davis."

With that, he got into the van where Pajaro was. They had two other Aztecas with them.

Paul told him, "As much as I'd love to come along, it looks like you guys got this. But if you end up needing help, I'll try and be relatively close."

"How close?" Asked the Mayan. "Downtown?" The ex soldier nodded. "That'll work for me. It's probably better if you stay out of this one though. Me and Ivan came to blows over this shit. We already had enough of a conflict of interest with you and the Families. But at least I know you're really on our side and you just tolerate them. Even if you are friends with Lamar. You gotta watch that shit. That fool drags everybody near him down. Anyway, it looks like Ivan's in deeper with the ball sacks than you are with Chamberlain so that's definitly a problem."

"He aint gonna be there in Davis is he?"

Santa Muerte shook his head. "He's at a party in Strawberry with Sugar and Leela and some other people I don't give a fuck about. All I know is it's over in the South Side Ballas hood. I don't know why they're partying with Strawberry sets but it's not really my business. Either way it lets us know Ivan's not gonna be there. The fucker we're going after is gonna head to that party soon too so we're going to hit him up before he does."

Paul sighed. "Well good luck, man. I'm gonna get a cab go get a bite to eat. You're welcome to join after you're done."

"Maybe wont be able to. This is gonna take up my lunch hour," He said with a grin. "But maybe around dinner, sure."

They got in and Big Demon and Gata and Renata were ready too. Chela had stolen the Glendale for them to use but she was riding with Ortega and Pajaro. They got in and began to drive through the varrio. They put their bandannas over their faces. Within ten minutes they were in Davis. They pulled up along Brogue Street where they spotted several Ballas. They parked and started shooting. Neto fired his Glock 17 at the the trio of Ballas. Upon seeing this, the Ballas returned fire. The trunk was popped and they went for the weapons in the back. Neto already dropped the first Baller with rounds to the chest. Four hit the man, two oin the left side two on the right. The baller, a dark skinned black male with dreads and a purple head band wearing a white t and baggy jeans, fell over on the pavement. Neto got to the trunk taking out an AK-12. He aimed across the street at a Baller in a Boars jersey with a red cap on. The man was lighter skinned than Neto and around the sam height. He struck him with seven rounds from the AK and he went down instantly, taking five in the chest and two in the throat.

The third was instantly brought down as Demon came out of the trunk with an MP5. "This is for Tiny, punk motherfuckers!"

Nata had a Spas 12 which she fired striking a Baller female with blonde dreadlocks wearing a white blouse and purple shorts in the right breast causing her shirt to redden up, the shotgun blast leaving a hole in it exposing the shredded meat that had once been her tit. "Aztecas forever, puto! BK! Fuckl Covenant Ave rankers!" She fired striking another Baller, this one a black male of partial Asian ancestry striking him in the stomach. The man fell over as the blast exited out of his back too and severed his spine. The kid looked about nineteen or so.

"Wetbacks in this bitch, ya'll! Strap up, dog!" Yelled a Baller in a purple and black striped T with a Boars snaptback with the brim pointed upward. The man was darker skinned and had a shaved head. He fired at the Aztecas with an Uzi that he had retrieved from a dark blue Felon. He fired twenty rounds trying to hit Neto, Big Demon, and Gata. Gata returned fire with a Mac-11 striking him with twelve rounds in the stomach. The man fell facedown on the ground and was writhing in pain. "Rest in pain, pinche cuervos!" Yelled Gata.

Ortega's van pulled up and he, Chela, armed with a G36, Pajaro, armed with a Striker, and himself, armed with an AK-74, emerged along with two extra Aztecas both carrying SMG's the first being a shaved head vato with light brown skin sunglasses, dark blue plaid shirt over a black t beige khaki shorts and knee high socks. He carried a Mac-10 while the other gang member, a dark skinned paisa with a crew cut and a round face wearing similar clothing but with a white shirt and black jeans instead of shorts, from Guerrero carried a Tec 9. The two backup cholos unloaded at a house as they made their way toward Covenant and some Ballas emerged from the front yard of a house. Chela fired as a purple Peyote rolled up the street and the passenger fired an Uzi out the window. She struck the driver with ten rounds in the throat and he crashed.

Pajaro went up to the passenger window with the shotgun looking at the man, a light skinned ebony male with a shaved head wearing a dark violet t shirt and blue jeans. His head was busted open from the window and he was laying weak against the airbag. "Hola..." The Salvadoran stated as he aimed in the window and then pulled the trigger blowing the man's head in two sending his jaw bone onto the dashboard on the driver side. "Adios..."

Two Ballas came out running at him firing a Glock and a Beretta respectively. They hit him with six rounds in the chest but he had a vest on. He fired the shotgun rapidly striking the first in the right side of the chest, a dark skinned female who almost resembled Jennifer Hudson but was dressed more like a gangster hoochie as she wore a purple half shirt and grayish blue jeans. Her right lung collapsed and was punctured as well as her ribcage being damaged by the blast. Her last moments on the earth were of painful attempts at labored breathing. The second he struck in the waist around the belt The man fell over, a light skinned black male with cornrows shrieking as he fell seemingly not just from the pain but as he got a look at the size of the hole in him.

Ortega spotted an SUV rolling up the street firing at him and it struck the first Azteca goon with him with two rounds in the right shoulder but Ortega put a stop to that firing upon the car. He hit all four inside killing two and wounding two. He had hit the backseat passenger in the left seat with five rounds in the chest and three in the right ribcage. The other had four rounds in his left thigh and one in the stomach. The passenger up front had his brains blown out in such a way that his brains were also leaking out of his eye socket as the bone had been obliterated by the powerful rounds. The driver had four rounds in the right side of the chest two in the shoulder on the same side and one in the left hip. The two wounded gangsters rolled out of the car attempting to defend themselves but were too disoriented from blood loss. Ortega fired the rest of the magazine into both men executing them with extreme prejudice. "You fuck with one carnal you fuck with all the carnales!"

Pajaro took three rounds in the left leg from an Uzi as a female fired at him from up the street. He tried to shoot her but the distance was too great. Chela aimed the G36 striking the woman in the heart with six rounds. Neto took fifteen rounds in the back as a Baller fired an AK-47 at him from his porch. Neto hit the ground and fired his AK-12 having reloaded and he struck the man with eleven rounds most of them hitting him in both legs. In his right leg, due to the way the round hit him, the man had a compound fracture. He tried to fire his 9mm withdrawing before Neto advanced toward him. Neto fired a burst shredding his hand blowing four fingers off. "Come on. man...please!" Neto chuckled. He wondered how this guy figured he would spare him knowing that if he was on the other end of it he wouldn't be spared. I guess it's human nature. But still. I wouldn't be surprised if I was killed for doing what he did. I would expect it.

He stood over him menacingly. Neto stepped on his bad hand and he shrieked. "AHHHHH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! MARIACHI LOVING FAGGOT! GET OFF ME , MAN!" Neto chuckled. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me..." He then stepped on his jutting out leg bone. "STICKS AND STONES WILL BREAK MY BONES BUT A 7.62 WILL DO THE SAME TO YOU!" The Baller was in tears. "Do you want me to stop? You want something for the pain?"

The guy begged, "Please...please stop...help..." He was seemingly trying to call for other Ballas to help but the other Ballas were too busy engaging the Aztecas and the two gangs were firing at each other from cover. Neto kicked him in the face. The man tried to scream, tried to cry but his voice caught in his throat. "Oh COME ON, MAN! It may not feel good but it took the focus off your leg, didn't it?!" Neto aimed his Rifle at his face and said, "Alright, here's your pain killer..."

He fired a headshot into his right temple. "A bullet is much cheaper than a bottle of aspirin. It also kicks in a lot faster,"

He turned back to the fight and he fired striking two Ballas in the back who were trying to flank Gata and Chela. Just then, he spotted a dark skinned black male jetting across the street. He fired an M-16 striking Neto in the right shoulder the rounds going through it and out his back. "What's up now, spic motherfuckers? You want to fuck with OCB?!" Demon was pinned down and had to reload but he yelled, "Overdose! I see you, motherfucker!" Neto got to cover and he got some meth and his bowie knife out. "Motherfucker..." He snorted it. Nata and Gata saw this but aside from shocked expressions, they returned to opening fire on some Ballas who were taking cover in a yard. He came out firing the Rifle at Overdose's left knee cap.

The paisa and the chicano who were with Ortega had taken some rounds and were wounded but still in the fight, and he saw the two of them drop four OCB soldiers between them. Neto fired shooting the Rifle out of Overdose's hands. Big Demon came out grabbing the young gangster by the face and the Samoan-Mexican slammed his head down hard on the pavement. "Why'd you kill Tiny, leva? Huh? What'd he do to you? He was a family man."

"Fuck that bitch! He's still an Ass Buster! All ya'll tacos got large ass families, dog! Ya'll aint never heard of no birth control, nigga! Man fuck that fat motherfucker I'd kill him five times over nigga I don't give a fuck! Go head kill me. My brother be back on your beaner asses with the quickness. Niggas is waking up in San Andreas, man. Families and Ballas gona come together and show you donkeys what that black power like."

"I already know what that's like," Neto mocked. "I see it every time I drive by the social service office," Demon punched him hard in the face. "You picked the wrong varrio to fuck with, little man. And your hermano? He lost an ear. He could have lost his life. The vato that did that is just a young buck and he was able to fuck you guys up. Your days are numbered. You better drop your flags and head back to dixieland where you came from. The smartest people in your hoods have been doing that since the 90's."

He was wounded in front of an SUV that was in park. Three dead OCB members lay on the concrete just outside of it, courtesy of Pajaro and Chela. Demon kicked the young man in the face. "Drag his ass over there," He ordered Neto. Neto did. "Put his face there..." He did as he asked putting the YG face down. Big Demon reached inside of the vehicle and switched gears. The vehicle rolled and crushed his skull under the tire. The front wheel crushed his head and produced a patterned extravision of blood on the skin of his right cheek coinciding with the groove in the tread of the tire. His brains split out of his forehead out of his destroyed skull looking like his head was a split open pinata. "We got what we came for. Vamanos!"

They took off getting into their respective vehicles leaving the area,. "Don't go straight back to the hood," Demon ordered. "Gotta play it smart, ese...let's find us a hotel. Somewhere with class, eh? Pool and room, service. I'm hungry."

Paul

2014

To indulge Vasquez, he had participated in the sweat ceremony. There was singing in the Chumash and the Tongva language. He didn't understand it but it was nice to hear at least. As much as Natives got treated like shit, he was glad at least the traditions could be kept alive in prison. If nothing else, there was that. The whole freedom of religion thing.

After it was over, he was asked, "How could you believe it's in the creator looking out for you when you said those feds told you you'd be looking at death row but instead you got fifteen to life?"

"That's the thing, I was fucked up on morphine and maybe they thought they could intimidate me." Even if I had done the fifteen, I did, I did not really have any evidence of that. Was not even connected to that shooting. "

"So you're saying you did not do that fifteen?"

Paul grinned. "I'm not SAYING anything about that, even in here's fucking snitches.

"Alright, but I'm still not understanding what it was you actually did." I know they said it was a second-degree murder, but you still got fifteen to life.

Paul chuckled. "What, you think I was gonna be four years old and walk out the gate?"

"No, I'm saying I've seen dudes, even disenfranchised dudes do as little as seven for that kind of rap. Chicanos, rez boys, blacks, . Saw a black dude walk outta here after eight. And he killed theh dude that was plowing his woman. It's kinda weird cause you can't really kill somebody over that sorta thing but the courts at least take the whole crime of passion thing into consideration."

"I see. You think if I be a good boy I'll get parole, is that it? Fuck that. We both know that's not going to happen. The thing's Ive done? They'll never let me hit the streets again. And you know what? That's fine by me. I got everything I need right here."

"You're getting institutionalized, brother. That aint a good thing. Human beings aint meant to be locked up in cages. Shit, bro. Even back in the old west when they put people in jail, it was only a small wait before they had to go to the hangman's noose. Which might be a bit extreme for horse theft but at least then you're done. A life in prison is no life at all."

"Why do you give a fuck?"

"We're skins, man we gotta look out for each other."

"Yeah but where were guys like you when I was outside?"

"Look, I was in here. There's nothing I can do about that. But I'm here now for you."

"You know I'm not a fag, right?" Vaquez chuckled. "Neither am I. Damn this place is fucking you up, bro."

Just then, the Salvadoran American guard told him, "Hoffman, you got a visitor. Vamanos."

Vasquez looked troubled not seeming to like the implications of this. She took Paul to a cell block that was not populated due to reneations being made. She lead him into one. "You sure we won't get caught?"

"I got one of my Guanacos watching out."

With that, the Salvadoran guard began to unbutton her uniform. "Si no me satisfaces, vas a solitario. Espero que lo sepas. Diré que me atacaste. Será tu palabra contra la mía, así que mejor sabes cómo manejar a una mujer real."

(If you don't satisfy me, you're going to solitary. I hope you know that. I'll say you attacked me. it'll be your word against mine so you better know how to handle a real woman)

He only understood some of what she said as he was still learning Spanish but he heard the word solitary so he assumed that's where he'd end up if he bragged about this to anybody. He kissed her neck moving down on her as she pushed him onto a bed sliding her hands down his pants. She pulled him to her and he began to move to her breasts in her red bra, double D's. He slid them aside kissing at her nipples. She began to kiss his neck and slid his pants down and began to jerk him off while he planted kisses up her. It wasn't meant to be intimate. It was simply his ritual. It was as much for him as the woman as far as he was concerned when he did that.

He looked at her skin. Though her face was not at all pretty and was maybe on the lower side of normal, her body was outstanding. Her skin was lighter than his, something he would normally not go for but in the pen beggars couldn't be choosers. Her skin was what could onlyt be described as a kind of a pale brown, almost light enough to be Mediterranean instead of a Salvadoran mestiza. Her hair was blonder from the sun and he didn't like that but still, she was hot in a way. It was her confidence. He was pitching a tent in no time. Her lips were red. Her brown eyes filled with lust. Her thick accent sounded off as she spoke. "You been a bad boy, eh puto...?"

He shook his head. "Nope..." She smacked him in the face. "Callete! No back talk."

He took her right breast in her mouth and she opened hers in a breath of lust,. "That's good, papi...right there..." He began to move down to her stomach. Her navel was perfect. Though oval in shape, it was almost wide enough to be a navette. He kissed down to it and instantly began to lick there, his tongue darting in and out of it. Even as much of a hard ass as she was she let out a breath of shock at the sensation. She was obviously a very sexual woman but perhaps nobody had done that before. "Fuck,.." She said in a bit of a surprised whisper. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts one hand on each. She lowered down to remove his boxers sliding them down his legs as she jerked him off. She took him in her mouth and began to suck him off.

He was taken aback by how well she did it. Then again, from his expirience, thinking back to some of the older Puerto Rican and Dominican women back in Liberty City that he'd fucked, and in one case even lost his virginity to, older women usually gave the best head. "Mmmm...rica..." She hummed on his cock. He sucked in a breath. "Shit..."

He fondled her breasts as she sucked him off, He closed his eyes as though it would increase the sensation. Some said that when you took away one sense other senses increased. She took him in deeper rolling his skin back with her lips shining his pole the whole way down. She put her mouth down to the base taking him in deep. She sucked humming against his manhood and he groaned as she did. She pulled it out of her mouth going down to his testicles sucking on them, nibbling a bit which he hissed with unease at.

She kept sucking and as she did, she removed her underwear and he stared down at her luscious bubble butt that he had always noticed before sticking out of her guard issued pants. Her tongue licked up to his helmet and he shivered, at her complete mercy. She jer,ed him off still increasing the friction but soon placed him back in her mouth. She growled as she sucked him off her eyes looking him sternly in his directly as she blew him. He wasn't sure if this was the best oral he'd ever had but it was pretty damn close and it had beenquite a few years since he'd had it sucked this good.

Just then, she again, removed it from her mouth and she mounted on top of him lowering herself onto his manhood. "Take me. Now..."

He began to thrust inside of her and he hoped that since he did not have a condom that she didn't have any kind of diseases. He didn't have much of a choice though. He couldn't very well kill her with no notice since she brought in a lot of contraband for La Onda often hidden up her snatch. She began to moan as he thrust himself inside her. "You're my bitch..." She said with her voice in a low tone. He took her breast in his mouth as he plowed up into her already damp womanhood. "That's it. Oso..." She moaned. "Chupar mis pechugas..."

He began to increase the speed as he licked her nipple and her breasts bounced. He smacked her buttcheeks and she swooned, "Mmmmm..."

He wrapped his arms around her as he continued to suck her breasts. She smacked him on the side of the head. "Muérdelos..."

Paul asked, "Que?" She hit him again. "Bite them, estupido!" He raised his eyebrows. "Your tetas?"

"Si...ahora!" He did as she asked and she let out a crazed and lustful laugh as she rode his stiff manhood, his cock in heaven as he drove into her tight panocha. "I WANT TO SEE THEM BLEED!" She roared as she increased the speed in which she rode his cock, her wet cunt bouncing loudly as she went up and down on the young hitman the sound making him as hard as the crazed Salvadoran guard's moans. He gripped tight on her hips and smacked her ass again. "Mmmhf!" She then grabbed his face. "You want to fuck me in the ass don;t you? Eh cochino...?"

"N..." She smacked him again. "Don't lie!" Paul blurted out, "Yeah...! Fuck yeah..." He said his tone changing to a lustful growl of his own as he ravished the horny C.O. watching her large breasts bounce as she took his manhood deeper into her pussy hitting her g spot. He bit her breast again and she let out a wicked laugh followed by a moan sounding like a sex crazed witch in 1692 pledging her soul to Satan in an orgy. He massaged her clit with his right hand her pleasure button fully exposed as her clit was swollen and her labia was too. He massaged her there and she hissed, "Fuck..."

"Maybe if you be a good bitch I let you back there..." She hissed as she bit into his chest. It made sense to not do it on his neck. She undid her ponytail and let he hair fall into his face kissing his lips biting his bottom lip. She demanded, "Más fuerte..." Her nipple bled just a little bit. "Lick it up..." She ordered as he pumped into her entrance deeper and deeper. He did as she commanded licking the blood from her hershey kiss nipple. He could feel her entrance starting to close in on him. Tyhey convulsed on his manhood as he increased the friction on her clit and he could feel her tighten, hear her moans, smell her sweat, taste her blood as she took him in. Finally, he felt himself lose it and he pulled out nutting on her belly.

She rolled over and they both panted with exhaustion. "Now get down here and lick it up..." Paul's eyes widened. "What...?" She chuckled. "I'm kidding, wey. Get cleaned up and get your pants on. Vamanos. Don't wag your dick at me like some kind of pervert..."

They got cleaned up and dressed. She pushed him forward and said, "Back to your cell inmate..."

2014

Neto

"No, fuck you, cabron. You decided to make a deal with the Romans, that's on you. I don't give a fuck about any of those putas. Fuck New Arcadia anyway motherfucker. They're just now starting to call themselves Lady Joker down there? I'm sorry about Loka but I don't give a fuck about those other hynas. And Adayh got pistol whipped, okay. Miguel got hit too? Well then I guess you should have told your son to bob and fucking weave. You're letting some low rent small time niggers push your son around. You might be who you are but you're a bitch. You went soft after your old lady died. Oh poor Marisol."

"Callete cabron! You lost your woman and child so I don't want to hear shit!"

"Yeah, that's right. I let the anger from that feed my strength. You run half of New Austin, New Austin Syndicate controls the rest and Northern New Austin well who gives a fuck about that? You're a bitch. I sent my carnal out there to take care of shit cause I knew you were gonna punk out. Fuck that yellow Creole swamp hick. The Ernesto Santana I heard of before Marisol died would have had that fucker's head on a stop sign."

"First of all, watch who you're talking to. I'm still you-know-what. Not just in my state but yours too. You start to become a problem, I'll have you on the lista too."

"Nope. You aren't one of us in San Andreas anymore. The carnales inside decided it was a conflict of interest. They said you belong to your state and your state alone. I just talked to a big time Vago carnal inside. If you ever flipped, you'd be able to give up fuckers out here too. So you're not green lit cause you didn't dropout but you're only New Austin's now. Why you think you're not getting anymore wilas from out here? You're the past."

"Mirate, Santa, I've been putting in work before you or Mark Roman were an inch in your daddy's pants. You think you got something figured out about this game that I don't?"

"Look, you and the New Aracdian cliquas can blame me if you want for the losses you took but that's la vida loca, E! Primo, Cheetah,it was all wrong how they went out but they're the ones from there not you. Not me. If New Austin can't handle that situation out there then you shouldn't try to have shit to do with Louisiana! Let Cruz start that Onda chapter there, or maybe get some fuckers transferred from the pintas in your area. Either way, Louisiana raza needs New Austin calling the shots for their shit about as much as Arizona needed us! Take off the fuckin training wheels, wey! Same with Miguel. If that was my son, he wouldn't be half the sorry excuse for an Azteca he is!"

"What the fuck, Ikal. You know Miguel respects you, right? For the sake of not shattering his illusions about your methed out ass, I'm not going to tell him you said that."

"He's fine as a soldado but he charges in even worse than me. And he doesn't got half the skills. And you, you do got experience on this shit. It doesn't even matter if I know I can kill the Romans. The fact is, YOU could too if you really wanted it but you've gone soft. You could easily have bested Mark in a fist fight or a gunfight. You could have put the whole 8 in his frente but you're scared of the fuckin consequences? Then you shoot Ana too, fucker!"

"Well, the Romans aren't a problem now. Aztecas in Jefferson are laying low but don't gotta skip town, ese. With the Apostles in town the Romans ran to the alps with their tails tucked in. The Apostles tried to get me too. We held our own. But you're fucking stupid if you think I would shoot Mark and Ana. I do that, the motherfuckers the China works for has my entire family droned."

"Oh please. You had a chance. In the turmoil of all that shit, that fight you could have killed them ALL during that shit and fought your way out. You did fight your way out. You just didn't kill them. And for all Ana's bosses would have known, they would have been killed by the Apostles not you. There would have been no way to prove different. In fact I heard mark almost did bite it. So why aren't these government agents you're so scared of willing to drone the Apostles on Ana's behalf? Why is it just your familia on the line if they get popped?" Neto was angry and saying words he couldn't take back but didn't care. He knew Devlin would suspect Neto of having done it before believing Ernesto would have done it successfully.

"What's up? Cat got your tongue? You're hesitant. You were afraid to shoot those bitches. If you'd seized up one of the cuetes off an Apostle you laid out it would have taken you a few shots to lay out all them. You've faced worse and you've been against worse but you're letting the death of your woman cripple you. A woman that made a cuck out of you.,"

"First off, I fucked a white bitch back in San Andreas so I'm not exactly innocent. Second, you know what happened to the basketball player. Does that sound like a cuck?"

Neto recalled the ballplayer had been murdered and a member of the Aztecas in Sunbelt had been arrested for it yet Ernesto had done it. "So what? You think that makes you as much of a jaguar as you used to be? You still have been weak ever since she died! You also allowed your son to become Onda when he's not old enough for it."

"At least I still got offspring, asshole. All you got is the glass dick,"

"Ernesto, don't kid yourself. Between your dead wife and your son you're going to bury another kid before this shit is over. Maybe all of them but most definitely Miguel. I would have never let my kid join a gang. Azteca it's already one thing. You let Miguel become Onda? that is for life. You just signed his death warrant because trust me if the mayates don't get him or the Condados, I guarantee the Aryans or the placa will. Even if he gets to be your age, he'll never have any kind of life."

"I didn't ask to get sent to prison or have Luis die or be divorced or separated from mi familia! If it was up to me we would have never separated! We should have never moved to San Andreas! It poisoned us all!"

"Yeah except your padre was an original Ondero there too. No matter where you go, Ernie, it follows you. You know why I embrace my personification as death? I once tried to stop good people from dying. I can't fight it, homes! So I embraced it. I may die but if i am death I'll never truly be dead. Death always wins and life always loses. It's just a matter of when. Never if."

"You're just a self obsessed cartel lunatic," Ernesto scoffed. "You come from heroic parents but they'd be disappointed in you. You went from Azteca to cartel and a soldier to a Zapatista to back to square one. You expect me to pop the Romans?! I might take Marcus out. Maybe one of his relatives. Someone he cares about. You haven't even killed Madrazo yet! Don't throw stones from your glass house, puto!"

"I still have a plan to do what I need to. You're just expecting to have a retirement, plan. And that aint happening. You'll die. Everybody dies! Marcus dies you die, Neto fucking dies but Santa Muerte? He don't die."

"Yeah yeah. Death is certain life is not. Very original. that saying is older than you."

"I got my own way of saying it, fucker. Life is temporary. Death is forever. Why don't you think about that next time you visit Marisol's Luis's. Hey, I may have fucked up my chance to be a father but at least I know it's too late to do it again and I won't fuck their lives up."

Ernesto's tone softened. "No, you still can if you learn to slow down and learn to create instead of destroy..."

It was too painful a thought for Neto. No...i cant be a papa. I can't do it again...

"Fuck you. Father of the year..." He hung up.

He sat down in a rage. Just then, he got a ring on the buzzer. He saw it was the same guard he'd met a few days ago through Mai and Ivan. He wasn't really sure if the guy was really Mai or Ivan's comrade and he supposed it didn't matter. He buzzed him in. "What do you want?" He demanded instantly as the man came in. "Is that any way to greet a guest?"

"You're not my friend or my guest. So you must be here to see Mai or Ivan."

"Nope. I'm here to see you. Your boy, Paul got into a little scuffle behind prison walls. Don't worry he's not hirt. Yet but I doubt that'll stay the case if he keeps making enemies at the rate he does. Right now, he's got the Da Nang Boyz wanting him dead as much as Ballas and Families. Or at least, they want his compadres dead so by de facto, him too."

"Oso will be fine. He won't let some pansy gangster wannabes from the beach smoke him. That can't be what you're here about."

"That's true. Let's just say...I know things. More than Mai does even. I may not be IAA anymore but I was always good at my job. That's not something you can just turn off like a light. I think some part of you knows that. After all, you were a soldier once."

"Get to the point, ese. I got business on the streets. A funeral to attend. Some shit hit the fan in South Central."

"The streets will always be there," He warned. "Anyway, nevermind that. Your little problem in New Arcadia? Or should I say Ernesto Santana's problem. Well, I don't know if you made it worse or better by creating a three way war..." Neto looked at him with surprise. "Really? You didn't think I'd know? Honestly, I'm shocked if Mai doesn't know what you did. I'm sure Ana does know. Or at least she thinks she knows. You know, I taught her a thing or two in our day. Once upon a time. I may hate Sino trash like her but I can still do a job. Anyway, she's a smart girl so if she hasn't figured out you and Patrick did what you did, she will eventually."

Neto sighed. "I didn't know he was gonna...rape anybody que no? He just said to bring me three people, homes. That's all I did."

"He didn't touch them. At least not like that. It's not that little psychopath's MO. He just made it seem like that happened. Nothing unleashes rage in a bunch of good ole boys like a good old fashioned rape. I prefer the term struggle snuggle myself..." Neto was not sure if he was joking or not. "As it is, I'm sure you know by now the Romans have exited stage right. That threat that you heard about was spot on. Mark almost bit it."

"Almost...not good enough...amateurs. I should have known those pussies wouldn't get the job done. Chingow...the only reason he aint dead himself cause of me is his bitch saved him."

"You're probably right. And in light of the Roman family fleeing the city and the BSU, the Apostles are taking over. The 3rd ward and 17th ward are still remaining loyal to the Roman family but a loy of guys are tired of the racial conflict and above all, the chaos. Maybe the Apostles CAN bring stability there."

"I don't know about that. You ever seen the shit hole city they came from? I honestly can't decide which city I hate more. Carcer or NA. But so what? How does that help us at all? I just got off the phone with Ernesto. We're pissed at each other but despite that, I don't want to see him get clipped but if he does, that's the life. But the Apostles tried him too. So what's to say they'll be any better off?"

"As long as Ernesto goes back to New Austin he'll be fine. His homies in prison are urging that anyway. New Austin is a much larger state, more large cities more people, more prisons. And it's by the border. New Arcadia and Red Stick could never dream of comparing. Maybe they are more violent but they'll never be more important and they'll never have organization. Cruz is going to have to be a man and stand up. Fior a bunch of southerners that emulate LS gangsters, these dixieland cholos sure don't have as much heart. You guys were once outnumbered too and that didn't stop you. You guys green lit the larger minority in LS when they still outnumbered you."

"Is this leading to a point?"

"Well, you obviously set things in motion with the three way war. As of now, Joe is the one leading the blacks. A Vietnamese guy named Nguyen is running the Vietnamese gangsters down there. And the Dixie mob, well, if they can quit fucking their sisters long enough to decide who's in charge I'm sure they can come up with something. The Vietnamese are friends with Lee."

"That little fucker...he tried to jump me too. That little bitch has a mouth on him. I left him with some pain too but obviously I didn't enough. He needs a serious fucking reckoning."

"And that's just my point. The majority of the city does not know you had anything to do with the three murders that started this. Ana and Mark suspect Patrick but they don't know you had anything to do with it."

"How did you know..."

"I bugged their house. Those two have a lot of pillow talk too. Of course, she found out and I'm sure he did too and now with them all gone it doesn't matter. It's not like they will know WHO was listening in even if they found it. Hell, they might just suspect you!" Neto rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that..." The Asian American rogue IAA agent said, "Relax. You're too dumb to take that kind of precaution. Or at least, that's how they see it. It won't make a difference. They might think Patrick is behind it. But Patrick is now in Liberty City. I don't know if Ana knows but there's a high likelihood she does. Even if the cause of the war is not something they buy, we need to make it as real as possible."

"Again, how does this help the Aztecas? Or in any way hurt Mark and Lee and all of those maricones? They're laying low."

"Because despite all that's going down, those boys still expect their cuts. Wired to accounts of COURSE. But if we make business bad for them so that not even the corner boys can try and post on a block without NAPD slamming them on a hot hood. Mark would still expect his cut from all these dealers he taxed. He might have fought Onda for years but he's very much like you guys in that way. As for Lee, he's out of town too but that doesn't mean we can't make his Vietnamese butt buddies feel the pain. Even if they blame the New Arcadia serial killer, at the end of the day these past several years people know who's beyond the murders year after year and both the people, and the police and the gangsters even who don't get to vacation when the Apostles come in, will start to resent them."

"I don't get it...how?"

"A lot of these dealers paid the Romans for protection. Should they ever end up in prison too they'd have been taken care of and looked after. But if the gangs that were under the Empire feel insecure with Apostles moving on their turf, we can cause a few different scenarios. Either we get them to buckle and start to pay the Apostles taxes. Honestly, if the Apostles become an obstacle for your friends, that'll make it easier to take them out. Unlike the wards, they're not decentralized."

"What else?"

"Or as a result of said turned up the heat, regardless of whether or not the ward gangsters pay up or not, the NAPD would crack down on them. The Apostles promise order. They'd be given some leniency. While the police are a presence in the neighborhoods arresting those nasty drug dealers, the Apostles are already living there. They're like sleeper cells. By the time things cool down, and the cops leave, they control the black areas. As for Destined To Destroy, they're already limited in power as it is. A few more months of warfare should have them defunct. They can defend themselves against the wards or the skinheads when they get invaded but they can't go into an all out war. They're like the Christians in Lebanon. They only have so much clout."

"You know, this exodus isn't forever. But whatever the case is, by the time the Romans do resurface, at best they'll be a shadow of their former selves. Just the Byzantines without the Western Empire. And at worst, at least for them, they'd have nothing at all. They'd have to start from scratch. You can get word to your Azteca crew down there to just sit back in the Parish and wait. Tell them not to even go to New Arcadia. Cruz needs to step up as a leader. If New Arcadian barrios ever want to command the respect of Liberty City, LS and New Austin barrios, they'll have to stop being professional victims and start being the predators. Think about how Marabunta are in Virginia. Same principal."

"I do not think it's rape is a good idea ..." Neto began. "Neither do I but if they let their enemies throw themselves out they can take the place by force. As far as your friends go, remember Rome wasn't built in a day," Neto glared. "Poor choice of words ..."

"Okay fine, Neither was the Aztec, Incan, Iroquois or Mayan Empire. All good things to those who wait, Clarice. Quid Pro Quo. If I do this for you I expect help down the line."

"The fuck?" The Asian have smirked. "Not a fan of the classics, eh?"

With that, the man departed.

Twelve Hours Later

Takanawa arrived in New Arcadia. It was night time. His contact was there waiting. One of them was Collin from Waston. Like Takanawa, he had been on the lam for several years. "I gotta say, Tak. This is a real shit detail," The Irish American stated. "That might be true but money talks. And you wouldn't be here if you weren't interested. Besides, I will be handling a part of this too."

With him was a redneck with thick brown hair tan skin and blue eyes. He was tall and thin. Originally from Florida. He didn't care what his actual name was so as far as Takanawa was concerned, he referred to him as Bubba. "Just remember, there's a three way war going on. This has to be everywhere. Aimless."

Collin nodded. "Understood."

They got into the purple Felon where a dark skinned black man of Haitian descent was behind the wheel. He wore a white t shirt and blue jeans looking like your average dude. They drove for a long time until they got there. "Inside there, is where a bunch of inbred redneck trash are getting ready to move some methanphetamines. We'll hit them and take their product. These guys aren't necessarily skinheads. Just businessmen but they also understand that if they should ever end up behind bars, they know who their enemies will be. And who their friends would have to be to survive."

They all put purple bandannas over their faces. Both on the top half and bottom half. It was a longshot trying to act as though all four of them were black. Collin was a pale Irishmen, Bubba was a redneck with tan skin which meant he was a dark skinned white man or if one saw his arms only and not his face, a light skinned black man which made Collin practically albino. Luckily he had on a hooded sweater that covered his arms and he wore a hoodie over his head plus a New Arcadia baseball cap over both bandannas and sunglasses to top it off. Tanaka was in all black including a hood over his head except for the bandannas being of the same color. The Haitian, who Tanaka referred to as "Boat" because of how he got to the country, had no reason to cover his arms.

He was armed with two .45 ACP Handgun but he carried a Super 90 shotgun. Tanaka carried an M4, Bubba had a Remington 870 and Collin had a Glock 17. They headed right for the front porch where a scrawny caucasian male with wiry messy blonde hair and a beard wearing a truckers cap and a white tank top and dirty brown jeans smoked a Redwood. As he saw the four would be Ballas coming for him, he tried to retrieve the 20 gauge he had off to the side. Tanaka sacked him in the face with the butt of the rifle breaking his nose. He collapsed, "What the hell you think you're doing?!" He demanded imn a thick southern accent. "Shut the fuck up, blood..." Tanaka growled imitating an African American accent. He had been around enough inmates to perfect it and he kicked the man unconscious.

They came into the house guns blazing. The first man, a Caucasian man overweight, about 400 lbs, went for a shotgun on the table. Collin made short work of him firing five shots into his fat gut. Another man, a Caucasian in a red flannel shirt and blue jeans got off the couch with a .380 drawn but Boat blasted him in the chest sending him back against the couch blood gushing from the entrance wound and the blast shattered three bottles of Pisswasser on the coffee table and the floor as well as busting the coffee table itself.

Return fire came from the kitchen and Tanaka had eyes on the stash. Four pounds of meth plus a bottle of Oxy that he assumed belonged to just one of the dudes there. Either way these particular members of the Dixie Mob were flying high. One of the men fired a sawed off from the kitchen but Tanaka had seen it and had ducked behind the couch. The blast took out the front room window and he stood up firing the semi automatic Rifle five times nailing the man in the chest and the shotgun went off again. The Japanese American went up close to the bleeding redneck on the floor and put a final round in the left temple.

A barrage of shots were fired from the kitchen and four rounds hit Tanaka in the chest but he had a vest on. He spotted one of the men, a young man of about twenty six with slicked back brown hair in a blue tank top and blue jeans. He fired striking the man with two rounds shooting his weapon, a Desert Eagle from his hands. He staggered against the fridge and Boat pressed the barrel of the shotgun to his chin, "Kiss that handsome face buh bye, boy," He declared pulling the trigger and he decorated the man's brain matter and skull fragments all over the fridgem, the freezer, the stove and the table plus bits of brain matter hit the ceiling.

The rednecks got to the back door firing a barrage at Collin who took four in the stomach but was wearing a vest. "Fucking die!" Screamed a redneck who had a shaved head and a reddish blonde beard wearing no shirt and black jeans. Bubba fired striking the man in the chest. The man fell onto the floor writhing in pain. "Get dat shit!" Cried Boat. Collin emptied his magazine despite what his training in the Waston police was he fired it rapidly and recklessly the way a gang banger would. He still aimed well enough to strike two men killing the first with three rounds in the stomach and two in the larynx. The second was struck with two in the left shoulder and one in the chest. Tanaka grabbed the drugs off the table. Another redneck emerged from the room brandishing an AK-47 and he fired off ten rounds but Tanaka had already gotten to cover and he emptied the magazine into the man striking him with six in the stomach four in the groin and the rest in his face.

The wounded Dixie mob member was on the ground but he couldn't get to his gun. "Let's go!" Cried Tanaka. The wounded redneck on the ground groaned, "You motherfuckers...ghetto pieces of shit...you're dead!"

They got outside and got in the car and began to drive back to New Arcadia. Tanaka was driving. Before long, a squad car was behind them flashing their lights. They put their rags back on luckily a far enough distance from the car that they couldn't see what they looked like. "We can't afford to be pulled over," Collin said.

Boat stated, "Pull over. I've got this. We want them out of their car when I make my move..."

"Dead cops is riskly. I know we're trying to bring heat down on the wards but that'll make it harder for us to dissapear and come back when we need to."

"I never said I'd kill them," The Haitian immigrant said. He came out of the car with both .45's drawn. In the car was officer AJ Lawson, a Caucasian male standing at six foot five, with blonde hair in a crew cut and a clean shaved face, aged 27, and Benard Davidson, a light skinned African American officer of Creole descent, standing at ive 10, aged 32, with a mustache and a soul patch. The Haitian gunmen came out firing at both of them unloading at the two cops striking both in their vests. Both withdrew their guns as they took fire but one of his rounds went through the vest of Officer Lawson wounding him as he was hit in the abdomen. Boat also fired striking the NAPD cruiser's two front tires. "SHIT!" Cried Davidson as he was on the passenger side. "Get da fuck from round here, dirty pigs!" Screamed Boat and he got back into the car as he emptied the last of the magazine at the other cop.

"AJ! Hang on brother...we got an officer down at..."

They faded off in the distance as they took off down the street. "So...we get to keep what we took?" Asked Bubba. "Yeah. I got no use for this shit. Pound for each of you. Sell it, use it, I don't care."

3rd Ward

It had been a while since their shooting in Lidell. Now it was time to make a move n the black gangs. Collin and Bubba were armed. Bubba had an M1 Grand while Collin had a Remington 1912. They were pursuing a tricked out SUV headed to a house near East New Arcadia. They had tailed them a good distance. They were just behind them in a dark red Bobcat. The vehicle pulled up and four Roman Boyz got out heading inside to where there was a party going on. The smell of marijuana was everywhere. Women i scantily clad clothing including mini skirts, denim jean skirts, midriff tops, and halter tops were dancing, black women were twerking and grinding against males.

Just like at the porch in Lidell only a couple of men were guarding it. "You two crackers lost, homie?" Asked one of the men, a large Creole of six foot six with light brown skin and hostile eyes. Bubba struck him in the face with the Rifle before he could go for his pistol. The other went for his own 9mm but he was smacked by Collin. The two men were rendered unconsciously quickly. They put on Baklavas and luckily nobody had seen them. They proceeded to beat the two unconscious men to death so as not to leave the same pattern as at the house from before. It was also the reason they tended to not have the same amount of people like before.

They kicked in the door and as soon as they got inside two black males tried to go for their guns. "Don't try it!" Warned Bubba. They backed off and the music was cut off. "What you want, dog?" Asked a gang member in a black do-rag who had been dancing with two ebony women both attractive one darker skinned wearing a pink and white striped midriff top and a dark blue jean skirt while the other had lighter skin almost creamy light caramel and long hair wearing a red halter top and blue daisy duke jeans shorts. "We aint got no yayo up in this bitch aside from what you see right there..." He beckoned to the table.

"That's all right we aint drug dealers. We're concerned citizens looking to take the city back," Bubba stated. "We see what we're here for. Let this be a lesson to all ya'll. Uppity Nigras who riot and attack our kids get spanked..." With that, Collin fired striking the man in the chest and one of the women let out a scream. "Fuck!" Cried one of the gangsters as he went for his .357 but Bubba fired the WWII Rifle striking the man in the face. The two both proceeded to fire into the crowd Collin, striking the lighter skinned woman in the chest. His next shot struck a dark skinned man with dreadlocks in the jaw blowing half his face off. Even people who were potential shooters were scrambling to get to cover as the two men fired indiscriminately. "RA HO WA!" Screamed Bubba even though these were not his views, he was being paid to make it as convincing as possible.

His next shot struck a man and a woman as they ran wounding them both in the back. A large black male tackled him trying to wrestle the weapon from his arms. "We're tired of you fuckers killing cops and slinging dope!" Yelled Collin in his best southern accent though he ended up sounding more like he was from New Austin than New Arcadia. He drove his knee into the man's groin and as the man staggered back he pressed the shotgun to his face and pulled the trigger. Bubba had emptied the 8 rounds into the crowd. He reloaded. At least six people had been shot not to mention the two outside that they had both beaten to death with their weapons. Unbeknownst to the two hired guns, only half of those they had shot were gang affiliated. Half the party was bangers the other half were just people from the neighborhood that had grown up with them.

Suddenly a shot rang out from one of the bedrooms. A 3rd ward gangster was firing back. Bubba beckoned to Collin, "Let's get out of here!"

They ran from the house to the truck and the gang member fired at them as they floored it out of there. He cursed, "Shit! We need Marcus and Marrick back here, mayne!"

4th Ward

The bloody shootout in the East New Arcadia involving some men who were from there that partied with some people at the house had no doubt been considered a hate crime. Tanaka had been clever too even going as far as to look at threads on 1488 some who said this would make nationalists look back, others praising it as it had at least been more gutsy than the church shooting in South Carolina in that they had shot actual criminals who had shot back.

Now it was time for the Asian end of things. He had the men cover their faces just like before while he kept his face covered, he would show it later. The idea was that at least one person would see his face but not any cameras. They had eyes on an apartment that was meant to be a stash spot. Collin and Bubba were with him just like before. They advanced towards the house. "Let me do the talking, understand?" Tanaka asked the other two. They agreed to it. Outside were three men, two blacks and one white guy. The first black dude was dark skinned with cownrows wearing a hooded sweater with dollar bill signs ion it and baggy blue jeans. The second was a lighter skinned man with blue eyes wearing a black wife beater and black stonewashed jeans. The white guy wore a hooded sweater, a white one and blue baggy jeans his hair was blonde and spikey his eyes were brown.

Tanaka already had a round chambered. He nailed the first gang member in the bladder and he fell to the ground in pain. Before the other two could blink, Collin, who had a .357 in one hand and a .44 in the other, fired both guns. Tanaka was impressed the Irishman was able to keep a handle on both weapons as the recoil was strong. He nailed the white kid twice in the gut and as he fired more a round struck the blue eyed black dude in the right hip. The man fell over and Buba fired a .45 putting him out of his misery. They kicked the door of the stash house open and Bubba and Collin came in guns blazing dropping three men within the first few seconds. Tanaka zeroed in on one of the men, am obvious clocker.

He fired taking the mans right knee out and as he fell, Tanaka chambered another round and put it in his throat. Blood sprayed all over the walls. One man on the couch tried to withdraw his Beretta but Tanaka struck him with the weapon in the face knocking him back and he let him have a round in the face. There were four 4th ward members who fired at them from the hallway and bedrooms but Collin droped one of them with a round from the .357 and a roud from the .44 both in the torso. Bubba had reloaded quicklt and he emptied the .45 into the hallway wounding all three of the other men. There were still two 4th ward gangsters firing from the kitchen. They were in cover too. The three gunmen took cover as well as the men blindly fired pistols from cover. One of the men was ducked behind a table and he handed a female a pistol and yelled, "Blast them, shorty!"

Tanaka despite being Japanese also spoke Vietnamese. "Mỗi một người cuối cùng của bạn assholes sẽ chết!"

(Every last one of you assholes are going to die!)

He fired round after round striking one of the men in cover and he struck a second man in the right knee cap and soon turned his attention on the female who he wounded with a shot to the leg. One of the wounded gunmen cried out, "Stop! You're killing my sister...!" He approached the man who had said this. "What about Danny's sister?!" Tanaka then stated, "Tell you what. I'll let your sister live but you die," With that, he stomped on the man's face putting all his weight into it. He stomped him several times until he crushed him. Collin and Bubba had their weapons trained on the remaining wounded man, a black male, plus the female. He removed his mask and stated, "Look at me. I'm the one who did this to you..."

"Yeah what dog eatin bitch you supposed to be, mayne?" Cried the gang member. The female cried, "Mookie, shut up! You're going to get us killed..."

He lied. "My name is Bao Tran. I'm a specialist. I've shown you mercy today. Only so you can tell your boss, Joe and Cake, that we're coming for him. Any deal you had with Mr. Nguyen is over. We don't bow to black demons. We prefer our business be done with fully evolved people. Of all the people you could have raped, Maya Pham was the last one you should have raped. All of you. We're going to burn all of you to a crisp and then crush your bones to dust at our feet. You tell that obese heart attack waiting to happen that we've had it. Any attempts at negotiations before are over."

To Tanaka's credit, it was a believable lie. The elder gang leader had in fact sometimes hired out of town hitters from Vietnamese crews up north,m in the midwest and sometimes from the Da Nang Boyz in San Andreaas and he seldom asked for names. As it was anyway, he had already declared war on the 4th ward. He looked down at Mookie. "Hey...you're gonna need to go to the dentist and get a head scan for your injury."

"What are you talking about,...?" Demanded Mookie. Tanaka bashed him in the face with the weapon busting his head open. He kicked him in the face as well knocking out three back teeth. "You fucking gook bitch...!" He cried out spitting up blood. He crawled on the ground. He fired a shot striking the young black male in his left buttock. He shrieked in agony on the ground. "You'll live..." The Asian said coldly with a smirk as he put his mask back on and the three of them got out of there. Collin spotted a brick of heroin on the table and he took it.

The female tended to Mookie trying to help.

They drove out of the area to the outskirts of town. "This is where we part ways, gentlemen..." He said as he started to poiurt gas from a jerry can for the stolen Karuma. "Get back to your own cities. Your services won't be required. At least not for a while."

He then said, "The last part is my job to finish."

This next thing he had to do would certainly be a hate crime. That was the point. To have a gang or a hate group seemingly target somebody because of what the likes of Lee had done when he killed a high ranking dixie mob member not to mention the fact that they had gotten into fights with white supremacists several months back. It didn't matter who was to be blamed for this.

Already the police presence was starting to be more noticed and after this last shooting, it would be more so. The dope dealers had lost their stash and whoever else would be holding in any of the wards now would soon be sweated by cops. It would be impossible to earn. Mark and the rest of them would soon have to come back. Even if they didn't the fact remained that in the months they were gone, it would change drastically.

Forty Five Minutes Earlier

Boat had been called in for another job. He was outside of the Asian gang member known as Sonny's house. He was driving in a black Manana that he had stolen from the 3rd ward. Nobody had noticed him take it. It was from a gangster named Solo. Solo was a loyal soldier from the wards who like his name suggested, often liked doing hits on enemies by himself. The man had a preference for shotguns and Sub Machine Guns instead of Pistols and Rifles. He often parked his car at a irlfriend's house even when she wasn't there, sometimes to go and sneak off to the strip clubs,, sometimes other places. His girlfriend had not been at home when he took it. The keys had been inside the house which though locked, had an open window.

The Vietnamese American gangster was not home but it mattered little. As far as anybody was concerned, this was a drive-by Solo was doing. He'd been told by Tanaka that he had been off to fuck some other skeezer and even though he would want an alabi from his girl or whoever else, it woul;dn't be like he'd be too forthcoming about where he was getting sucked and fucked by some other woman as a reason he couldn't have been involved in the shooting. As an added bonus, he had Solo's fingerprints. Tanaka had gotten it off the door of the car during reconnaissance a week ago. Though Boat had gloves on, they would find Solo's on the weapon. At the same time, if the bitch he was fucking on the side did try and say what was really up, Tanaka could always get her killed later and it would look like Solo had done it not anybody else.

He pulled the car up to where the Vietnamese gangster lived. He had a black bandanna over his face. He rolled the window down letting off a barrage of rounds from the Uzi. at the house spraying up the windows the doors, the walls. All though there was a black Sentinel out front, Tanaka had told him it wasn't Sonny's. It was the neighbor's but a random 3rd ward gangster who only knew where he lived and not what he drove wouldn't know that. This way it would look like somebody shot his crib up under the impression he was home.

He sprayed the entire 50 round magazine at the house. A few pedestrians, most of them Asian American saw this and screamed running up the street. Boat sped away. He saw a wounded Asian American woman bleeding from a gunshot wound to the left leg in his rear view and grinned. It had hit her femur. A stray bullet. This would definitely justify the violence coming from Tanaka.

Three Days Later

The city was buzzing on the news about the violence that was occuring. Tanaka had just gotten off the phone with a friend who was a friend of a friend of a friend of the Indian American governor of the state and what was funny to him was that this plan may have gone better than they thought. This friend, though it was not s a sure thing, was enouraging the governor to consider abolishing the 60 day law and as far as drug dealers go, incorporating the same stop and frisk policy that had cleaned up so much of Liberty City and encouraging it among the New Arcadia Police with the same severity as the LCPD had. It didn't matter if New Arcadia was a whole other animal. A proven method of policing was a proven method.

It was uncertain if it would go through but if it was, this was an added bonus.

He pulled the dark gray Admiral to a stop and got the Chinese American man out of the car. The man was named Kenneth Ma, a 42 year old father of five who had graduated top of his class at his university in New Arcadia. He was actually a professor there now. He pulled the bloodied beaten man from the trunk, the man was blindfolded and gagged. He found a tree and began to tie a rope to it. "Please...why are you doing this?! We're supposed to be brothers!" The man cried out.

"I have an agenda and you're part of what I need to make it work. To make an omelet you need to break some eggs. And no Chinese shit is any brother of mine..." He put th noose around his neck and gagged him again. He pulled the noose and began to lift him off the ground. He let the man hang jerking violently. He used all his strengh and when he finally stopped. He tied the rope better in place leaving him hanging. With gloved hands, he took the man's cell phone and he downloaded Mytunes and put a song by the white Supremacist band, Pluton Svea. The song Mongoloids played and he left it on repeat.

He had a burner cell phone he had purchased and he dialed 911 giving the location of the lynching just outside Red Stick despite the man having lived in New Arcadia. The beauty of this plan was that the man was Chinese American not Vietnamese American but a redneck would not be able to tell that so the blame would go on them. He had been discreet about kidnapping him and had been unseen doing so. In fact, just before he had let them leave, he had insisted on calling Collin and Bubba back after all and having them be with him. He'd of course been masked up but in case anybody had seen anything they would have seen two white guys with him if only briefly getting into the van.

None of their enemies, Ana, Mark or anybody else would be aware of what was going on to keep the pot of destruction stirring in New Arcadia. Perhaps, even, they would return to the city only to find it so hostile that each of them would be attacked due to the violence increased in the city that could at least partially be blamed omn the Roman family.

Paul

He'd just finished working out. He grabbed a shower. He had both the Indian car and the Vago car watching out for him in there. Life was better than he thought it would be since he could fuck female CO's. The only downside was he could never have kids. He felt a strong obligation to rebuild his nation. He couldn't do that in a San Andrean Correctional Facility. He dried off and got dressed throwing on his DOC jacket. He stopped by Sleepy's cell. "Mirate, a wila I need you to sign, homeboy."

He took the letter from him and took a pen going into his cell and he wrote it all own on his hand. Since Onda members were not allowed to send out wilas to other Onda inmates in other pintas and because a known Onda member's mail would be thoroughly searched. The standard thing to do when faced with a situation like thaht was to get an Onda associate who was not a standing member, and get him to write the letter to a carnal on the outside. The carnal would then write the letter back to Paul, mail that he would get when really, he would be writing it back to Sleepy as Sleepty would hand off outgoing mail for Paul to copy and send off and when it was incoming mail, Paul would hand it back to Sleepy.

As he had the last several weeks, he took care of this. When this was dobe, they went to the chow hall. Paul got his food and sat next to Vasquez as well as the more troublesome Native American inmate, Curtis. Curis was an angry S.O.B just like Paul and that was what he liked about him. Vasquez, naturally being a peaceful enough btrother, would e the type to try and get him to try and consider spiritual healing too.

"So...you and that guard, huh?" Paul shrugged. "It beats turning fag in here, man. A lot of guys will use that as an excuse. There being no women. There's female CO's just not all are willing."

"Yeah well, you get caught you could get in trouble so can she. Plus she brings in shit for Onda. You don't want to mess that up. It could get the Vagos pissed at you."

Curtis chuckled taking a bite of the inedible chow. "Yeah? Is that why I've seen her take cholo dick too? She's an asset. And by that I mean her ass is an assett. Ass that size you'd have to be smuggling something in there."

This got a laugh out of the other two inmates. Just then, Paul noticed a commotion. Several Asian inmates, all of them gang members, some were Da Nang Boyz a few others were Psychos, rushed at the table closest to the Native one attacking the Vagos and Marabunta inmates. There were a few Aztecas inside too now as it had been arranged. Paul would have likely had an easier time and not been tested as much had there been Aztecas when he first got inside. There were about five of the inmates rushing at the Ese's. The Ese's outnumbered tehm and wearmed them but blows were thrown on both sides. A Chicano with Marabunta threw a hard right at a Da Nang Boy and a Psycho cracked him in the face with his food tray. Paul realized what was going on. He got his blade ready standing up and Vasquez was concerned he was going to rush into the fight but he put a hand on the Mohawk's shoulder. "No, they got it, bro..."

But Paul turned around in time to see a large heavy set black male coming at him with a shiv. Vasquez wrestled him to try and get the blade away. Paul went to shank the BGA hitman in the neck but he saw a second inmate rushing trying to stab him. He instead got Vasquez in the chest five times. "Fuck!" Paul cried out as his friend was stabbed. He grabbed the wrist of the soldier, a wiry black male. Curtis head butted him busting his nose and Paul punched him in the face grabbing the man's own shank and he pounced him with the blade at his throat. "Go ahead, do it, bitch!" The gang member spat. "I got life in this motherfucker anyway I got nothing but time. You can't kill us all..."

The blade poked into his skin and a trickle of blood shined down his dark skin. The alarm was going off and one of the guards up top fired his shotgun. Everyone hit the ground and the guards rushed to Vasquez. "Do you see...bro...? It jus goes on and on..." Vasquez said qeakly. "Hang on, bro don't talk..." He and Curtis were pressed to the ground and cuffed. "Hey help him!" Paul cried. The two black inmates were hauled off to solitary.

Later That Week

Paul was not penalized since it was self defense and nothing but a minor cut was left on the inmates neck. Neither was Curtis. However several Vagos and Asian gangsters were since they had fought when it wasn't a life or death scenario. "Fuck man...I can't believe he's gone bro..." Curtis said in disbelief. They were new cell mates. "His family's gonna be heart broken, man. You saw that shit with the gooks, right? They staged that shit to get you."

"I know. You had my back bro. Nia:wen. I owe you."

"It's what we do," Curtis stated. "I can't believe people think we descended from those fuckers, man. Suddenly I feel less guilty that our Navajo cousins used to grease those motherfuckers in the jungle."

"They're just playing their part, homes. Vagos attacked them when I had to take care of you know what. It's natural they'd want to get a chance to swing back."

"They're bitches. Real Asians don't bow to anybody. I've never seen a Triad sucking black cock. But that's all the Dumb Nang Bitches do. I didn't ever give a fuck about gangs before I went inside ya know? But now? It's all you hear about in here. I used to think they were all fucking losers. Vagos, Aztecas, Rifas, I hated em all when I got in here. But some of these guys have helped me in a scrape or two. Not that I needed it..." His bravado was still going. "Still, you never know when somebody's got a shank."

Paul looked at him. "What do you want to do? Should we deal with them too?" Curtis nodded. "Yeah. Listen, if the Ese's need an extra skin to help out...tell em I'm on board. I'm willing to go on the war path for Vasquez..."

"You got to see him didn't you?"

The American Indian inmate nodded sadly. "Last thing he said to me was that he was praying for us and he said if he didn't make it, that I should pray for you. I haven't prayed in years for anything, bro. Not even when my dad got diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. I figured it wouldn't help but now, I don't know. Maybe we should. Just out of honor for the poor bastard."

Paul sighed. "I think you're right. We're going to have to send a message either way. Those two motherfuckers are going to get out of solitary eventually. They're lifers. One of them the skinny one told me he's got all the time in the world. Well so do I. He may be in here long enough to plot against everyone else but that goes both ways. The one thing about prison as opposed to the streets is it's all out in the open. There's no rez hood r barrio to run back to when you hit the enemy. We're all on top of each other. The BGA's come at me a lot this last year. I doubt it'll be the last time but next time I'm taking more of them down."

Ivan

2013

He arrived at the party in Strawberry. He dapped Tyson and got a hug from Leela. H asked, "Is Sugar still pissed at me?" She told him, "Look it aint rocket science, man. She was more okay with you after you got all banged up the last time. Besides, she's a sweet girl.. She's forgiving she just don't like being played."

She then whispered saying, "Hey if you play nice with her, maybe we can do a swap. I know that girl got a booty on her and everybody be looking and I know you been checking me out. Tyson's done it before..."

He blushed. "I'm just playing, don't trip," She said with a chuckle. "Not really, we have done it but I mean im only playing if ya'll two don't get down like that. But Sugar's still a freak too. Look, homegirls's cool. Just go talk to her. The worst you can do is get told to step off you feel me?"

"Yes...thanks..." Ivan approached her. "Hey...listen...about what I said before...I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize..." She stated. "You didn't have to make any obligations to me. I don't know what this is. I mean we're friends but this isn't a relationship. And maybe we should have a talk about what this really is but...not tonight. Tonight I just want to unwind."

"I understand that,"

Tyson lead Leela to a purple Tahoma and Ivan noticed the Baller removed her top and pretty soon they started having sex inside of it. He used the hydraulics to hop and it emphasized her bouncing. Leela caught them looking as he buried his face in her titties while she rode him. The hood was locked down pretty tight a few streets reserved so ony Ballas could get through and friends of Ballas.

"That's so freaky..."

He turned to her, kissing her suddenly. She didn't push him ogg. "Got a car? You want to try it?" He asked.

"I aint trying to put on a show...but if you can find us a secluded spot, then fine," She said with a shy smile. They got into a car parking in the garage. Leela waved from the front seat with a laugh she could see them but luckily others couldn't. Ivan began to kiss Sugar's neck sliding down he top. he hiked her panties a nd her skirt up and lowered herself onto him. He began to kiss her breasts and he could feel her starting to get wet on top of him already. He began to slide in and out and she breathed in a sensual manner on his face and he kissed her and she wrapped her arms around him as her juicy cunt began to slide up and down on his manhood.

Unbeknownst to them, a Violet Peyote was rolling up. A member of OCG was driving but he wasn't driving at his own will. He was being held at gunpoint. Marvin, the Family gang member from Carson Avenue peeked up as he kept the Glock 18 trained on him. "Pull that motherfucker up right there, fool. Nice and smooth."

Meanwhile, Tyson was thrusting up into Leela, her dark brown tits bouncing freely as she moaned with lust. She was a voyeur and didn't care if people stared and neither did Tyson. This part of the street was mostly secluded with most of the homies closer to the houses. He set the pistol to fully automatic and finally came up. Tyson saw him but Leela never did. "THIS IS FOR MY BROTHER!" He yelled. He fired a storm of rounds. Ivan saw the muzzle flash and heard several rounds go off before the Peyote tore up the street. Sugar panicked and Ivan got out of the car running towards it as did Sugar. "NO!"

Sugar cried out. Tyson, covered in blood and brain matter was screaming and crying out, "LEELA!" He shrieked. She had never seen it coming taking five rounds in the back of the head. Sugar put both hands on her mouth crying out. Ivan pulled his pants up readying his pistol but he looked at the macabre scene in the shot up Tahoma and he dropped to his knees, horrified at what had just happened to his friend. Several South Side Ballas members had run outside with pistols drawn and cursed upon seeing Leela laying there motionless all bloody over the seats.

Tyson vomited and sobbed. "THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!" Just then they heard a screech and an SSB member yelled, "Oh shit we got Tranny's coming back, dog! They rolling deep!" Ivan looked and saw several Stallions, three green and two black rolling up the street with green clad gang members. He snarled getting up getting ready to fire.

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So that's all for this chapter

As far ads what Tanaka did to the city of New Arcadia it's nothing short of evil. As far as Collin he's a character from Waston he doesn't actually have prejudiced views but he is still alive post Waston (Though i may have the events of Waston and this overlap at some point) as far as Bubba and Boat those are just code names that Tanaka gave them. I intend to have them in a Vice City story later on. I'll reveal their true names when that happens. Sonny is a character in Zilla's story as is Mookie i was sure neither were killed but Mookie was wounded but it's nothing he can'gt recover and still walk again from short of the teeth he lost.

As far as the news broadcasts and how Mark and Ana and Lee from New Arcadia will react to this I leave that entirely up to Zilla 2000. As far as what Tanaka did see basically Zilla wanteed white hit first then black then Asian. I didn't hit Asians as hard based on what he told me about upcoming chapter but what i wrote is just a drop in the bucket im sure compared to whatever retaliation hits he'll show. The "Ballas" shot some Dixie mob guys, stole some meth and wounded a cop in the line of duty, the rednecks shot up a party of 3rd ward affiliates and so,e civilians that were friends of theirs (And as far as the man and woman crawling on the ground I'll leave it up to Zilla if they lived or not)

I wanted to change the weapons up a bit too I can see an M1 Garand being a weapon a Dixie mob guy would use if he was a WWII weapons afficianado and as far as the Martin 18, well, in the book The Black Hand the story about the Eme member Boxer Enriquez he had basically shot at some woman who had assaulted him at a party in order to shake her down because he had got jumped at a party in Norwalk by some cholos and cholas who were unaware he was Eme and so he shot their car up with that kind of weapon and the line stop you're killing my sister is even something they shouted to him.

I don't know if Tanaka will live or die. Probably the latter because a guy like that is just too evil to live. Maybe I'll let Zilla killl him off. Speaking of which, I haven't discussed this with Zillla just yet but there is actually a character I am not only willing to let him kill off but am hoping he will, i just can't say who it is until it's time so that it comes as a shocker. The method wil be less brutal it'd involve a sneaky kill but maybe the way whichever character of his does it gets to him can be bloody like killing henchmen. We'll come to that later.

Also if you read NA Zilla had Marabunta or at least El Sol from his story kill an Azteca gang member. I'll show who that is next chapter but more importantly, since Zilla aggreed to this as far as letting mark and ana buy into this war in new arcadia being real Neto must also be duped by a new sparked war between the Aztecas and Marabunta and I have a man in mind for somebody Neto can blame this death on. It'll be an OC I'll have to create but he will be a despicable Marabunta figure. Not quite as bad as Joker from Ballad but still pretty awful. And actually with regard to that when Tanaka was saying how Sonny uses out of town hitters and that even if it turns out Sonny would try and say he didn't specifically order the shooting of the gangsters, any good soldier knows what to do without being told anyway so while Sonny would know he didn't personally order it or do it, he wouldn't be able to entirely rule it our.

Well how I connect that to this Marabunta situation is this antagonist won't know exactly who killed this Azteca friend of Neto's but he hates the Aztecas in Rancho and he would commend whoever did and he would chak up whoever took them out as being a good soldier who "Followed his orders without being given orders" if that makessnse. Neto's war with this guy will be going a while as he won't know what really happened for some time so all the while he will blame this Marabunta OG and this Marabunta OG will blame the Aztecas for the hit that was also done to his gang.

And I should have warned there would be a character death but since I didn't it hopefully comes as that much more of a shock. I'd been planning this particular character death for a while now. I liked Leela as an OC but sometimes you have to kill characters you like and since she did set up and personally pull the trigger on Marvin's brother in a previous chapter, whether you like Leela or dislike her, is not relevant as Marvin wanting revenge makes obvious sense. This happened at the same time that Neto shot up Covenant Avenue this was the party Neto referred to so Neto and Demon killed Overdose, which they were also justified in doing and Marvin killed Leela.

As far as the scene where Overdose's head gets crushed that's based on a scene from the last episode of the Sopranos and as for the scene where Neto shook Maurice's neck around, that's from the scene of the Sopranos when Tony chases Phil Leotardo and he makes him crash and then shakes his neck injury. I don't know how Zilla 2000 will handle that but I can only assume Maurice and Marrick would not tell Mark out of pride and being embarrassed by it. I could see Mark mocking them if they were to find out Neto did that plus the fact that Marrick pissed his pants.

Neto in 2013 hadn't remet the Romans so he may not have realized that was Maurice at first i can have him figure it out later but the extent of whether or not Maurice remembers that it is Neto I leave up to Zilla.

As far as what Paul was describing with mailing letters that's basically how La Eme would handle mailing letters and getting past CDC regulations. I'm going to show in future chapters more ways they outsmart the system but I don't want to blow it all in one chapter.

Also Vasquez sadly died sometimes the good die young. You can bet Paul will want revenge for it but with Vasquez dead now Curtis will start to step up. Vasquez still had hope Paul may hget out some day but Paul has lost hope that he ever will. He's border line nihilist right now. As far as why I had the Asian inmates do that it makes sense they'd want to hit the Vagos back for the distraction assault before plus it had been mentioned at first I wasn't representing the Asian inmates and what they are up to enough.

Anyway that's it for this chapter. Next chapter probably something with Packie another Canada flashback, and more Series A heist setups. Plus I'll reveal who dies.